Chapter 30 - what did you do to Damian?!

Alyn POV

"Damian, be careful!" I bark as the five year old tugs on the table clothes on the lab table. He completely ignores me but walks onto the other side of the counter so I can't see him. I glance at Batman who is typing something into his computer before back at what I have before.

I'm making my wolf shot into a pill. I lift the pill rack to set it on a cleared counter by the sink where it won't get messed with but right when I do, there's a huge tug on the table cloth and it, with everything on it, slides off the counter. "Damia—"

Poof.

Before me is Damian. But he's not five. He's eighteen!? Batman walks over with one of his extra capes and throws it over Damian's shoulder to wrap around him and shoots me a glare as he leads Damian away. "Wasn't my fault." I say, sitting on the couch. Robin is across the room. He hasn't come near me since… That night…

About thirty minutes later, Batman walks in the room I'm in. "well," he start, sounding calm. "He's eighteen." I say, still stunned. "well, he's nineteen. He has the knowledge in nineteen years old should like if he went to school, and he's just out of puberty." I nod. "That's... Cool I guess." I shrug. Batman looks at me. "Stay away from him please." "What?! No! He's like my little brother!" I shout, standing. "Well older brother now," I continued, looking down. "What ever, I'm going home." I grab my backpack and dump the down pills in a zip lock bag. I drop the zip lock bag in my backpack and loop my arm through one of the straps. I turn to him. "ég hata þig." I say in Icelandic.

He seems surprised, like he knew what I said. I bite my bottom lip, holding back a sorry, before turning to the door. I reach, gripping the handle, and tugging it open.

I walk up to the front door, where butler dude would wave me goodbye. I pull open that door after pulling sweatpants and a hoodie I stole from peter's boxes to cover me wonder wolf outfit. I slip on my tennis shoes as my wolf ears and tail fade away. I pull back on my backpack onto one arm and head home.

I toss my bag on the couch when I arrive home. I walk into my room and pull off the sweats and the hoodie and the wonder wolf outfit, kicking them to a corner in my room with the rest of my clothes that I'm too lazy to wash. I pull on a orange shirt and some pink and yellow basketball shorts. I lay on my bed, staring up at my wall. It's white. Pure white. It's cuts off perfectly and the corners where my walls covered in black and rainbow paint starts. Then down the red rug.

I roll off the bed and pull out the boxes out from under the bed. I jump up and run to my bookshelf. I throw everything out of it and onto the floor. Within minutes, it's full. The bottom two shelves are stuffed full of Harold's old sketch books. The next two up are yearbooks that belonged to the both of use. Above that is my favorite books and beside that is some plushies. Above those two are CDs, a radio for them and some movies. And on the top shelves are my left over books, sketch books and school books.

I laugh, proud of myself. I run over to my closet. I tear out all the clothes. I put the ones that were Harold's normal clothes back in. Then I put in the clothes that he got me. I stare at the fancy clothes. The leftover clothes. I fold them up and shove them into a box that was under my bed. Same with the dirty clothes that are fancy looking. I pick them up and shove them into a different box.

'Peter was gone' I told myself. I have one box left to go under my bed. Begin putting peter's clothes I like in my closet. The fancy ones I didn't went into the left over box for later and the leftover's were pushed into the hall. Soon all the boxes with leftovers, the stuff I don't really want in my room right now, were pushed in the hallway and the into the spare room.

I stood at my door way. I was proud.

...I think...