Chpt.8
Damian kept eyeing Livy as he searched through the data bases on the computer. She still looked enraged at him, shooting daggers in his direction.
She was quiet since he told her that he'd take her to the batcave, which worried him. Livy was always talking. She was constantly running her mouth about a book she read, or a person she met, or what her views were on certain things. She was loud and opinionated, and she let people, mainly Damian, know it.
However, since her outburst she didn't say anything. Damian had hope that her yelling at him and her physical abuse would drain her of her anger, but there was still so much there. She was completely livid and her silence was unsettling.
Are you still angry at me? Damian wondered. Or is it at whoever is doing this to your girls? Whichever it is, why is there so much hatred. I would have never guessed you could get so angry.
Damian wanted to talk to Livy, but nothing came to mind.
"Find anything yet?" Livy's voice snapped Damian out of his thoughts. Those were the firsts words she spoke since her outburst.
"No. This may take a while." Damian informed, and he could see Livy's composure deflate slightly.
"H-how much is awhile?" she questioned, her voice rigid.
"On what evidence and possibilities we have, it could take several days." Damian informed in a calm voice.
Livy's eyes widened and she stepped backwards as her legs wobbled slightly.
"Days?" she whispered. "Do you know what that bastard, whoever he is, could do to those girls in days?"
Damian stood from the chair, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I know it isn't a pleasant thought. If he doesn't kill them, he could severely injure them. But if we manage to find him, and his intentions are not to injure the harlots-" Damian paused. "I should say, if his intentions are not to injure your friends, then they should be alright."
"If he hurt them in any way-"
"Don't start thinking like that." Damian stated. "It is pointless and achieves nothing." The teenaged boy then turned back to the computer and printed out a map. It had several places the man could be staying. The list of places was longer than Livy's original list, due to it including places besides warehouses.
"Thanks for the map." Livy grumbled as she took the paper, and headed toward the exit.
"Livy, it will be morning soon. You can continue your search tomorrow." Damian informed, but Livy shook her head.
"No. I can't leave them. I'll keep looking."
Damian looked hard into Livy's eyes.
"When was the last time you have slept?"
"Why should I-"
"Livy, answer me this honestly, please." Damian stated calmly. Livy crossed her arms and looked at the floor.
"Three days." She mumbled. Damian stood from his chair and walked over to the girl.
"If you want to take this man down, you need your rest. Hasn't your father ever told you that?"
"I need to find them." Livy stated. "I don't care how tired I am, I need to find those women." Livy stated.
Damian shook his head. "My apologies then." He whispered, then quickly pulled out gas from his utility belt, and sprayed it in her face.
"Damian! What… wha…" Livy held her head as her sight grew fainter and as she fell to the floor, Damian caught her.
"I cannot let you run around while sleep deprived. You could kill yourself." Damian sighed as he carried Livy upstairs, debating whether to drop her on the couch or place her in his bed and sleep on the couch himself.
"Master Damian?" Alfred questioned as Damian held Livy in his arms.
"What is it Pennyworth?"
"Would you like me to prepare a room for the little miss?" the older gentleman inquired. Damian sighed and nodded, and Alfred quickly went to do so.
~*~*~*~*~Later~*~*~*~*~
"She still asleep?" Dick questioned and Damian sighed.
"Yes."
"D'you think she'll be mad when she wakes up?"
"I'm counting on it." Dick continued to munch on his cereal.
"So what did you say to Jason?" he inquired, and Damian raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
Dick's eyes widened in shock and worry.
"Little D, you didn't call Jason!?" Dick exclaimed while Damian kept his calm demeanor.
"Should I have?"
"Yes! Jason is very protective of Livy. If she's not home by a certain time, or calls to tell him she'll be late, he tears the city apart looking for her." Dick explained, and Damian grunted as he took out his cell phone.
"I think you are being over dramatic, Grayson." He stated, then dialed Jason's number, which he got off of Livy's phone.
"Who is this!? I swear to God if you hurt Little Red-"
"It's Damian, Todd, and your daughter is fine. I ran into her last night and through a chain of events, she ended up sleeping here." Damian informed, but then notice Dick flailing his arms and shaking his head, mouthing 'Change your wording.'
"And exactly what the hell were the chain of events that led to my daughter sleeping there!?" Jason questioned, his voice full of rage.
Damian smirked, and Dick's face paled. His little brother had something awful in his mind that he was going to say.
"Why do you sound so concerned, Todd? Are you afraid that something happened between Livy and I last night? She has been under a fair amount of stress." He said coolly with his smirk while Dick lunged for the phone.
Damian held Dick away at arm's length, growing much taller than his elder in his adolescence.
"Damian don't anger him. You never want Jason to be angry at you." Dick stated, but the only thing this evoked Damian to do was roll his eyes.
"Are you suggesting that you-"
"She made such sweet sounds last night."
"Damian!" Dick whined.
"But don't you worry, Todd. I used protection. Grayson has taught me many safe ways to have sex."
"You fu-"
"And Livy wanted it too. She was practically, I'm sorry I should say, literally on her knees begging." Dick finally managed to snatch the phone out of Damian's hand.
"He's not being serious!" however, by then the phone had already been hung up. "Damian, why the hell did you do that!?"
"Because his daughter annoys me, so I figured it would be fun." Damian shrugged nonchalantly.
"When Jason gets here, I am making no promises to save you." Dick stated.
"Tt. I do not need your saving, Grayson."
The doorbell sounded, and the two heard Alfred's footsteps calmly walking to open the door.
"You better hope that's Bruce home early from work." Dick said, looking at Damian with worry.
"WHERE IS THE LITTLE SHIT!" a boisterous voice screamed, followed shortly by Alfred calling,
"Master Damian, someone's here to see you."