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Damian sat in the car, waiting, and waiting, and waiting. He looked to his watch and tutted, it was almost four and Rose hadn't come out yet. He got out the car and walked into the school again; ignoring the weird glances he was getting from the other students. Walking into reception, he cleared his throat and the office lady, Damian wasn't bothered to ask for her name, turned her head from the computer to face him.
"Hello, Damian, is there something I can help you with?" She smiled cheerfully at him.
"Do you have an idea as to where Rose Jacobs is?" He asked her, crossed his arms.
The office lady frowned and typed something into her computer. "Rose left today, she left with someone during 2nd period," she said.
This time it was Damian's turn to frown, Rose had left? That wasn't possible; if she did Damian would've known about it. "Who did she leave with?"
"I'm sorry Damian, we aren't allowed to give that information out, but I can tell you he was wearing a black suit, shades and, now that I think about it, Rose looked rather confused, worried, frightened even," the lady said, tapping a finger to her chin.
Damian's eyes widened, wherever Rose was, he didn't think she was safe. He nodded at her and left quickly.
Once he had gotten home he rushed towards the Batcave, Bruce was there along with Alfred and Tim.
"Bruce, Rose isn't here, she's gone, not safe, someone has taken her," he said in one rush.
Bruce frowned and Damian quickly walked over to him. Tim went straight to the computer and started to type some things in.
"Any idea as to you might've taken her, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked.
He nodded, "Yes, we've been thinking of the same person since this all started, but there wasn't enough evidence, we'll start there first, okay?"
"Tonight, we're going there tonight," Damian added quickly.
Tim gave him a look, "Are you serious? We need to think of a plane, where we're actually going, when, what we're going to do-
"If Brown was in Rose's place you'd want the exact same," he snapped harshly.
Tim fell silent and continued to type.
"Alright Damian, she'll be fine, we'll go there tonight and see if she's there, gear up," Bruce told his son and Damian nodded, and then left the room.
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On their way to Metropolis Damian was silent, he kept his gaze out the car and away from the other two men there with him. He didn't answer any questions or involve himself in any conversation. He couldn't. Wouldn't. Didn't want to.
They finally reached Lex Corp's main building, and they three of them jumped in threw a window, it wasn't just any window, but Lex's actual office. There he was, sitting at his desk as if he hadn't done anything wrong at all. Damian's jaw clenched tight.
Lex raised his head and his face was full of surprise, fake surprise. "Why hello there, I don't think you've made an appointment, but that's okay, you're an exception," he smiled, but to Damian it was an evil smirk.
"Where is the girl?" Bruce, well now Batman, asked him.
Lex shook his head slightly, "Which girl? I have many here."
"You know who he's talking about," Red Robin retorted.
"I'm afraid I don't."
"Rose, Rose Jacobs! Where is she?" Damian yelled, he had moved so fast, his hands around Lex's neck, his face was turning red.
"I can't tell you if you strangle me," Lex said and Damian squeezed even tighter.
"Robin! Let go," Batman told him.
He glared at him and dropped Lex down.
"I have no idea where she is, why should I know? I do not have a care for the child."
"Of course. That's why you killed her father and sent men to kidnap her, right?" Damian said, his tone was full of hatred and oozed with sarcasm.
"I will say it again, I haven't a clue where she is," he said.
They argued some more, but after a while Batman gave up, there wasn't any hope. They knew Lex had her, and the next step was to check the building themselves.
"Not tonight, Damian," Bruce told him as they got into the Batmobile again. "It's almost three in the morning."
He was close to just leaving and checking by himself, but knew Bruce was right. The next few days were horrid for Damian, he couldn't think straight at school, couldn't eat, he had even stopped picking fights with Tim, and that's when his family knew they needed to do something.
On the third day that she had been missing, Alfred found Damian in Rose's room, just standing there, breathing heavily. He didn't go in to him, but watched from the outside. Damian sat on her bed and reached out for her drawings. The room was just as she had left it that Monday morning. After a while, Alfred watched as Damian rubbed his eye and sniffed, he realised with a pang in the heart that he was crying.
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Bruce had checked the building whilst Damian was at school, and she wasn't there, he had checked every small room, the basement, cellar, and there wasn't a sign of the brunette. They were confused, where on earth could she be?
Tim put up a page of all the buildings Lex owned and the next day the three of them checked them all, and still, there was nothing. That night, Damian almost gave up, almost, but it killed him inside, he couldn't give up on her. Giving up on Rose had never passed his mind before. He visited her room often, whenever he felt lost, or upset, angry or close to giving up. He even slept in her bed for a night, the smell of her hair still on the pillows even after many days.
It had been a week now, Damian was having breakfast when Tim came rushing to him. "Damian, we've found the building she's in!"
He jumped out the seat he was on and sprinted after Tim to the Batcave.
"How did you get it?" He asked Bruce. The location and picture of the warehouse was on the screen.
"We realised the location of it wasn't on the list Tim had found because that would've been way too easy for anyone to find her, so one day, myself and Tim watched some of Lex's men walk out the main building and we followed them to this building, we're positive she's there."
Damian didn't know what to say nor do, he only felt a sudden rush of happiness, something he hadn't felt for days. He swallowed hard and realised they were both staring at him, probably waiting for a thank you. Damian frowned.
"I could've done that, any fool could," he said instead, making Bruce smirk and Tim shake his head.
That night, the three of them geared up and left for the building. It took a while, it was further away from the main building then Damian thought, and once they were outside it, they planned a way to get in.
"We should just attack, we'll be able to take them all," Damian said, feeling invincible once again with the knowledge that Rose was behind those walls.
Bruce shook his head, "We'll go in through the roof. It won't be hard to find her; the whole thing is only one floor. "
The three of them jumped onto the roof and Damian found a window on it, he unlocked it quickly and they slipped inside. They seemed to have jumped right into the main part of the building, because all around them were Lex's men, about 15-20 bulky, strong looking men. Damian cracked his neck and smirked.
"Looks like we're outnumbered," Batman said a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Nothing we can't handle," Robin replied and suddenly the room was filled with groans and yells and punches and kicks and it seemed as if a second later every man was on the floor in that room apart from the birds.
Robin quickly opened the door and looked around the long, dark corridor, feeling the other men close behind him. He searched and searched and searched when finally Bruce placed a hand on Damian's shoulder and he looked up to him, a confused look on his face.
"What is it?" He asked his father.
Bruce led him down a corridor he hadn't seen before and he froze, it seemed as if all the air in him had gone and the world was spinning so vigorously he had to lean on the wall for balance. Down that corridor was a cell, and in that cell was a girl, not any girl, Damian would've thought it was any other girl, but it couldn't be, she had wild curly hair, was wearing Gotham Academy uniform and was laying on the floor, her arm over her face and one of her legs at an odd angle. Damian rushed up to the cell and rattled on the bars. He couldn't believe it, it was actually her, but it didn't seem she was even alive.
"Rose!" He called out. "Rose, wake up!"
Bruce's hand on his shoulder was the only thing that stopped him from trying to rip apart the bars himself. Tim quickly unlocked the cell door and Damian pushed past him, kneeling down in front of her. The arm that wasn't over her head as tight against her chest, her small hand clenched so tightly Damian could see her white knuckles.
She looked as fragile as a china doll, Damian was afraid she'd break apart if he barely touched her cheek, her legs had bruises on them, her sleeves of her blazer were ripped apart, he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, "Rose," he said again, softly this time.
Much to his surprise, her eyelids fluttered open, and Damian's eyes widened, he laughed loudly, he was so happy that she was alive.
Her eyes opened properly, but didn't seem to focus well; when they did they fell on Damian and filled with tears. "Damian," she breathed out, and smiled, the hand that was closed against her chest opened slowly to reveal a rusty looking bracelet, the bracelet he had given her on her birthday.
Damian's heart soared, she was alive, talking and she had smiled.
Slowly, she sat up onto her knees, even though her bones were aching and muscles torn, cuts on her legs and bruises everywhere, none of that had stopped her from sitting up and pulling the hood off of Damian's head; he marvelled at her strength.
Rose peeled off his mask and smiled again, placing a hand on his cheek, a tear ran down her cheek. He couldn't contain himself any longer, as carefully as he could he wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, she did the same with his neck, and they stayed in each other's embrace for as long as they wanted. Needed.
No words needed to be said, he couldn't say anything, didn't have the energy to, he was too happy to see her.
After what seemed like years, he opened his eyes, which had been closed throughout their hug, and realised he had been crying. Pulling back lightly, he smiled at her and she smiled back, her bottom lip trembling.
"Damian, we've got to get back, Rose needs medical attention," he heard Tim tell him.
His face fell and Rose laughed ever so softly, it sounded hoarse.
"Give us a minute, Drake," he retorted and he heard him walk away.
Damian turned back to Rose, "are you okay to walk?" he asked her. It was a stupid question to ask, he realised, but he wanted to anyway, he wanted to talk to her.
She shook her head, as if in shame, and he frowned.
"That's fine, Rose. No one is expecting you to," slowly, he hooked one arm under the back of her knees and the other around her torso, picking her up softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder.
She was light, too light, and it worried him. When they got back he'd make her eat a buffet fit for a king right in front of his eyes.
Once they had gotten outside, he sat in the back seat of the Batmobile, Rose still in his arms, and closed the door behind him. Bruce drove fast, zooming past cars and skimming through traffic, they were back in Gotham in no time.
They rushed into the Batcave and Damian laid her down on a hospital bed which had the usual medical equipment around it. Alfred came almost instantly and began working on her, Bruce closely behind. Rose had fallen asleep on the car drive back. Tim was calling Lily to inform her Rose was back, but couldn't visit her just yet, for obvious reasons, firstly she was in the Batcave, and secondly they hadn't got out of their costumes yet.
"How bad are the wounds?" Bruce asked Alfred. They had taken her blazer off; her blouse was on her in shreds.
He shook his head, "You're just lucky you got to her when you did, her bones are badly bruised, it will take a while before she can walk properly," he gestured to her legs which seemed to be purple in the light.
Alfred looked up at Damian who was still standing there, Bruce had left to change, "Master Damian, you should change, she'll still be here when you come back," he said, cleaning some of her wounds.
Damian frowned but nodded anyway, changing faster than he had ever done before into a pair of sweats and polo top. He couldn't believe she was finally back. With him. Where she should be.
He got back and sat by her side whilst Alfred worked on her, looking away with a slightly heated face when he peeled her clothes off, he wouldn't take advantage of her when she was in that state.
Alfred told him that her wounds were bad, but that it was nothing he couldn't fix; she'd be whole soon enough.
Eventually, Alfred left her to rest, switching off the light near her bed, taking one last glance at Rose, asleep on the bed, her hair sprawled out on the pillow, and Damian, holding her hand so tightly, with his head on his arm, on the edge of the bed.
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Yay for Rose and Damian together once again!