The Dark Knight Chronicles – My Brother the Renegade; My Father, The Batman –

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Chapter 17: We Interrupt this Broadcast to Bring You….Batman?

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An uncomfortable night of talks of passion had turned sour in her mouth as she spat into her glass of blood red wine. "Insolence…" Her father vane before the princess, her matted skull as pictured; a damsel, one rated of her possessions and left in question, the rug at her feet had no survivors.

"He….what have you done, daughter??"

Ra's never raised an arm on his child, let alone his grandchildren before. "Where is he, Talia?" Hissed Ra's, his cloak hiding him as a creature of the night.

"He has left, claiming that I am not the one."

"Impossible. He has…" Ra's turned to his watch as a message made him pause before speaking, softly. "You will not have to worry, my dear child. All is taken care of."

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Very closely, he'd seen the signs that sge was doing this as a servant of Ra's all along. Brainwashing him, getting her child back. Stealing secrets, hearts…

He swallowed the bitter pain as it made Bruce race faster in the air craft from Nanda Parbat's military. He had gone there on a mission to investigate and ended up chained down, forced to make a choice which he refused repeatedly. Ra's was beside the fact that walking again, Deathstroke was anywhere near Damian. Let alone that Grayson was now a meta and inflicted to become the "pet" of the assassin he had partly trained alongside Bruce.

"Maybe, I can link it." He thought, maybe. Maybe, they would trace the craft – or he'd bypass that with a code – have Tim pull his weight.

The screen fizzled alive as Bruce got to work with his S.O.S.

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Thomas and his owls fought with sharper rights than before. Slade and the rest were getting pretty tired of looking fir walls to carve out to the top Jason used explosives, yet that only brought a single wall. The place was enforced so well, that a bomb was useless. So, they fled while Tim, Todd and Slade fought. Dick was limply drugged in a state of rest, while Dami, Alfred, Duke and Cass with Stephanie and Oracle on the outside, waiting, waited to get their S.O.S.

"There should be a tunnel towards the top. Damian? Do you see anything?"

Alfred called out as the younger looked with Cass tried to squint before she twisted her neck and pointed. "A hatch!" Dami smirked. "Well done, Black Bat."

She didn't grin but wanted to, knowing she didn't have to be nonverbal to spray it. ~ I'm just doing whatever I want at this point, and it was a cinch.~

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Bruce would make it to the mainland of the nearest port in time to blend in, give his info "carefully" and contact a way via his communications' center that could patch him over.

Bruce though knew better as Nabu, the head bodyguard of Talia was there, waiting.

Though, he didn't look a threat…

The craft ended its voyage as Nabu talked to his ear in a language similar to Arabic but not exactly, to his companions. His mercenary gang, Bruce concluded.

They wanted to make a deal as he docked; the crew greeted the runaway as he had his head up to the man as tall as Bane. Not only as burly as him either.

"Mr. Wayne. You are hoping to have a craft that is, quick enough to see your through to your journey?"

"I have to leave, you must permit that." Bruce saw that Nabu was speaking English. He turned to his side and waved out an arm to what looked like a jet in the background. "It is permitted. You in fact have someone to attend, another child."

"He is in good health, good hands. I can –

"You will assure NOTHING." Nabu swiped up the bat as his choke hold at the throat was a warning. A grief driven playmate hoping to never stop serving one so far away. "The prince is in the hands of the fowl, we are well aware. His mother has permitted your stay, only so that you may commit as her lover, her king! Why do you dare seem unresponsive?? Eh?? You are leaving it all, all to see that boy –

"He is happy there, with those that understand better than anyone has. Even myself. He needs, to not be your prince for once."

"He will always be the grandson of Al Ghul. The perfect prince, Mr. Wayne." Snorted Nabu, as he dropped the billionaire on his toes easily. "Go. Reports of your arrive will have come once we are well aware of your departure. Of the Batman's return to Gotham city…and you must do only that."

"Damian will hear that you are well."

"He will. He was bound at birth to this cause, as was I. To him." Nabu sounded as lost as a wandering worked apart, that fact that his brainwashed soul knee no other measure of happiness Bruce prayed he would find peace if Damian one day lost touch.

"If I return, he will see you and be glad. It is alright. I won't have him forget his family here." Bruce bowed and thanked the group before being led to the jet. Nabu's turned eyes called out, as if longing to know if they would meet again, not before someone else took the guard's life.

( Deathstroke?)

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So, Bruce is going home!! What happens when he sees Slade behind the wheel? Ohhh….? Find out!