Damian Reboot-Arrival
Damian’s morning had begun as any other morning. He had been roused before dawn for unarmed combat training and calisthenics. Then he was served fooll mudammes and given over to his tutors for his scholastic lessons which would continue till his midday meal. Today, it had been kufta in tomato soup.
The rest of the day should have continued with weapons training and then more scholastics. Instead, Damian had been handed a note by a servant with his meal.
He knew his mother’s handwriting instantly, he had memorized it early on as a link to the celebrity who ruled his life from afar.
“Remain with your father and await further orders. Tell everyone you were abandoned for disobedience. I will contact you when the time is correct. Take what is given to you.”
Damian wished to profess his surprise but he understood that would be futile. If his mother wished to him to go with his Father, it was best he agree. He would be interested in returning to Gotham and his role as Robin. Seeing Father and Grayson again would be of value to him.
A few moments later, Damian was safely stowed away on a cargo plane owned by the Family headed for Gotham city, transporting a number of controversial material. Damian had been seated in the cockpit, allowing a chance to examine what he still had.
The knapsack given to him contained only the bare essentials. The Anarchist’s Cookbook, a Mossad handbook on assassination, two non-metallic daggers, a small amount of money and a sandwich for the plane ride. Sleeping most of it, (there would be little time for sleep in Gotham) Damian’s next stop was the airport longue where he sat and waited for someone to notice him. surely, Father would find him soon. He was the world’s greatest detective.
He amused himself by watching the people pass by, imagining how he would kill, interrogate or recon each person, noting their weaknesses. One had a bad American Football injury, another had poor vision.
To paraphrase Shakespeare, Lord what fools these mongrels be.
It didn’t take more than a few hours for a police officer to come over. “Young man, are you waiting for your parents?” the woman said in what she must have imagined was a properly saccharine tone to use with a child.
“They do not know I am here, but I expect them at any moment. I would be disappointed if they did not notice my arrival,” Damian said placidly. Father would know. No one knew how, but he would.
“Well, we can’t have an unaccompanied minor hanging around without adult supervision,” the officer mumbled, completely confused. “What’s your name? My name is Officer O’Hara.”
“Damian Wayne,” Damian said proudly. “And yes, before you ask, the son of Bruce Wayne.” The resemblance was astonishing, everyone said so.
“Really?” O’Hara said, looking a bit skeptical. It was almost amusing, if it wasn’t so irritating. “You know…that’s a pretty big claim.”
Damian’s look bordered on pity, as he plotted the seventeen ways he could kill the foolish wench. He would prefer to wait and be discovered as his mother wished, but plans changed. “I am his son.”
"I'll make a call. Come along, you're coming to the station," Officer O'Hara said, motioning for him to follow, before turning to her radio. "Call up Wayne Enterprises and tell them we have a kid claiming to be his son."
This should be interesting. A police station would be an excellent place to hack.
The rest of the day should have continued with weapons training and then more scholastics. Instead, Damian had been handed a note by a servant with his meal.
He knew his mother’s handwriting instantly, he had memorized it early on as a link to the celebrity who ruled his life from afar.
“Remain with your father and await further orders. Tell everyone you were abandoned for disobedience. I will contact you when the time is correct. Take what is given to you.”
Damian wished to profess his surprise but he understood that would be futile. If his mother wished to him to go with his Father, it was best he agree. He would be interested in returning to Gotham and his role as Robin. Seeing Father and Grayson again would be of value to him.
A few moments later, Damian was safely stowed away on a cargo plane owned by the Family headed for Gotham city, transporting a number of controversial material. Damian had been seated in the cockpit, allowing a chance to examine what he still had.
The knapsack given to him contained only the bare essentials. The Anarchist’s Cookbook, a Mossad handbook on assassination, two non-metallic daggers, a small amount of money and a sandwich for the plane ride. Sleeping most of it, (there would be little time for sleep in Gotham) Damian’s next stop was the airport longue where he sat and waited for someone to notice him. surely, Father would find him soon. He was the world’s greatest detective.
He amused himself by watching the people pass by, imagining how he would kill, interrogate or recon each person, noting their weaknesses. One had a bad American Football injury, another had poor vision.
To paraphrase Shakespeare, Lord what fools these mongrels be.
It didn’t take more than a few hours for a police officer to come over. “Young man, are you waiting for your parents?” the woman said in what she must have imagined was a properly saccharine tone to use with a child.
“They do not know I am here, but I expect them at any moment. I would be disappointed if they did not notice my arrival,” Damian said placidly. Father would know. No one knew how, but he would.
“Well, we can’t have an unaccompanied minor hanging around without adult supervision,” the officer mumbled, completely confused. “What’s your name? My name is Officer O’Hara.”
“Damian Wayne,” Damian said proudly. “And yes, before you ask, the son of Bruce Wayne.” The resemblance was astonishing, everyone said so.
“Really?” O’Hara said, looking a bit skeptical. It was almost amusing, if it wasn’t so irritating. “You know…that’s a pretty big claim.”
Damian’s look bordered on pity, as he plotted the seventeen ways he could kill the foolish wench. He would prefer to wait and be discovered as his mother wished, but plans changed. “I am his son.”
"I'll make a call. Come along, you're coming to the station," Officer O'Hara said, motioning for him to follow, before turning to her radio. "Call up Wayne Enterprises and tell them we have a kid claiming to be his son."
This should be interesting. A police station would be an excellent place to hack.