Fic: I Still Believe (19/?)
Title: I Still Believe (19/?)
Author: babettew54
Category: Superman Returns, Batman Comics
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Lois, Joanne/Samuel, Bruce/Diana, Lex Luthor II, Jason, Connor, Martha/Ben
Rating: T
Word Count: 5,500
Summary: This is a story about secrets and lies how they always come out and usually at the worst possible time.
Disclaimer: DC Comics/Warner Bros. Entertainment owns these characters, except for Joanne Kent and Samuel Hamilton; they’re mine. This is strictly for my own amusement.
Author's Notes: In this next chapter, war comes to Metropolis, but who will survive? Big, big chapter ahead! *Warning character death* Read on folks. Thanks everyone! :D
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Previously:
( Chapter 1)( Chapter 2)( Chapter 3)( Chapter 4)( Chapter 5)
( Chapter 6)( Chapter 7)( Chapter 8)( Chapter 9)( Chapter 10)
( Chapter 11)( Chapter 12) ( Chapter 13)( Chapter 14)( Chapter 15)
( Chapter 16)( Chapter 17)( Chapter 18)
x-posted to: (AO3); (FFN)
Chapter 19: Blackest Night
Several days later at Watchtower:
Now everyone was on high alert and ready to get to work. It was time to face the assassins with their unproven weapon … the 'Westfield' formula. The superhero teams, Young Justice and Teen Titans, were dispatched to watch over both Metropolis and Gotham City to keep an eye out for any unusual disturbances. Both teams were updated about the coming confrontation and knew what to look for.
Diana and her contacts in Washington were also helping her by keeping her informed of any large aircrafts, not including commercial jets, leaving Casablanca and headed to either city.
Emil had been working around the clock with his team of scientists to put the formula together to help the team combat the menace of brainwashed killers, to stop their intent to kill or be killed. He had been upset when he had heard the news that Paul Westfield would be helping them with thanks from Luthor II.
His former assistant who had kidnapped his son was the last person he wanted to help them. It felt as if Lex Luthor himself were helping them, well technically it was, but he had no choice but to put aside his hatred for the man do what needed to be done. Considering the circumstances of the coming battle, they needed all the help they could get.
As he studied the formula Westfield had given Superman, it became clear that the substance was rare, but it consisted of a potent sedative and several other ingredients Emil was not familiar with, but they did not have the time to test it or figure out if there were any after effects. They had no choice but to trust him, but should they trust Westfield?
He brought his concerns to the League and under the circumstances, and considering how urgent it was to complete the process, the League decided to overlook any ill-effects from the drug. As long as no one would be physically harmed only weakened from the effects, which is what Emil believed, they decided to move forward.
"Any news yet?" That was Sam, entering the monitoring center accompanied by Jo and her brother Jason.
"No news yet," Clark replied, surprised to see him. "Sam, I told you, there's nothing you can do here."
"Dad, it's no use, he wants to help us. He still feels responsible for all of this." Jo tried to convince Sam otherwise, but to no avail.
"It's true, Jo. If I hadn't come forward with the news conference, none of this would have happened."
"We can't be sure when everything spiraled out of control, Sam, but one thing I do know, it's not your fault. You only did what you thought was best," Clark told him, hoping to put an end to the discussion.
"I want to believe that, Superman, but …"
"Everyone, we may have something," J'onn announced.
Batman and his Son, now called Robin II, were also there. Damian was also feeling guilty about all of this. His Mother and Grandfather wanted him back at any cost. He knew that now. "Father, you have let me go back. It's the only way to stop this."
"Damian, we've been over this and over this. You heard what your Mother said. She's determined to start a war."
"But maybe I can convince her to go home before anyone gets hurt," Damian was pleading with him now.
"Son, we have to see this through, and now with the formula, we can stop this before it starts, and no one will be hurt."
He bowed his head. "I truly hope so."
"J'onn, what's happening?" Clark asked as he came over to the main computer.
"I've just received word from our contacts in Casablanca that a cargo plane has just taken off and headed east, destination … Metropolis."
"The time has come." That was Clark. "We have five hours to prepare. As soon as we can figure out where the plane will land, we'll have a few hours to get ready then we take care of Talia and anyone else. They will be sorry they came to our city."
"Sam, you stay here," Jo stated to her anxious boyfriend.
"Jo, could be have a minute to talk? I need to ask you something," Sam asked as he took her hand.
"Dad, do we have time?"
"Sure go ahead, but don't take too long."
"Thanks, Dad."
~o~o~
A few minutes later in Jo's quarters:
After shutting the door, Sam pulled her into his arms. "I remember the last time we were here." He paused, holding her close. "Just let me hold you for a minute."
Jo didn't say anything but held him close. After a few minutes, she pulled back and asked, "Are you still worried about me?"
"No, I know you'll be alright. Come and sit down for a minute."
"Alright, but what is it Sam? I have to prepare."
"I know, but I wanted to ask you something." Instead of sitting beside her, he took her left hand, then got down on one knee.
"Sam?" Jo's heart began to pound.
He pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket. "I know this is not the right time or the right place, but our lives up until this moment had felt like a rollercoaster ride with ups and downs, and I feel as if I have to ask you this before anything else happens."
Her eyes filled up with tears because she felt exactly the same way. "Oh Sam."
"I love you Jo. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife … forever?" He opened the box and showed her the ring.
Jo gasped and tried not to think about a future … without him. Tears threatened again, but she pushed the thought from her mind. The ring was beautiful, not too large or too small, heart-shaped with rubies and diamonds. Jo was wondering how he could afford this. She knew the estate had given him a monthly allowance until his twenty-first birthday, but to use it all on her engagement ring, she didn't know what to say. Afraid to touch it, she nodded her head and held out her left hand.
"Yes, Sam, I'll marry you." Smiling, he slipped it on her finger. It fit perfectly then she raised her brimming eyes to his face.
He stood up and pulled her to him and kissed her sweetly. He pulled back after a minute and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "Why are you crying? I know you weren't surprised."
She stared at the lovely ring and tried to compose herself. "I was surprised. I thought it would be a few years before this happened."
"Well, about that, I think we should keep it a secret for a while." At her frown, he explained. "I know, I know, no more secrets, but just this once between you and me?"
She thought about it. "Well, just this once."
He smiled. "I was also thinking maybe you could wear it tonight as a necklace? I'll feel as if I'm there with you, protecting you somehow."
She touched his cheek. "Oh, Sam, you'll always be with me, no matter where I am or what I'm doing."
"I feel the same way, Jo, but would you wear it for me?"
If it would help him get through this night, then she whispered, "Of course, I will."
He then pulled a chain from his pocket, added the ring and slipped it around her neck. She then moved it inside her costume, hanging just below her neckline close to her heart. "There, safe and sound."
He came to stand in front of her and put on a brave face. "You be safe, Jo. Please be safe," he told her firmly. His voice quivered a little." He paused to gather his thoughts. "I believe in you, Jo, remember that."
"I know you do, and I won't forget." She glanced at her watch. "It's time to go."
~o~o~
A few hours later, thirty miles outside the city, at an abandoned airstrip:
All the superhero teams were equipped with earpieces for instant communication. The strategy was clear. First and foremost, remove their weapons, including any knives or guns. The plan was this … that any member of the Justice League, Teen Titans or Young Justice with superpowers, were not allowed to use them unless their lives were threatened or to protect their friends. The fighting would be hand-to-hand combat then as quickly as possible, administer the formula which were placed inside small needles. A few of the members had voiced their concerns about the drug but brainwashing were new to them, so they went along with it. They knew it would be awkward while fighting to administer the formula, but the trick was to distract the fighter, overpowering them then hopefully the fighting would end because of the effect of the drug.
Clark and his sky forces would be the first to greet the assassins, telling them that their weapons would easily be removed, and they shouldn't even bother to bring them. If they refused, then they had no choice but to destroy them as quickly as possible. He also instructed his family to look for any form of lead, particularly shaped like a knife because it could hide any form of kryptonite.
Bruce was the leader of the ground forces. At his instruction, they all spread out on both sides of the runway and waited. "Now remember, be careful and watch your back. With word from Superman, we will pull back if they don't drop their weapons."
Back on board Watchtower, all Sam could do was wait and wonder what was happening at the airstrip. He refused to leave Watchtower. Lois, Kitty and Emil were also brought on board. They too refused to sit at home and wonder and worry about their family. Sam was glad. He hated being there alone. He then opened the communications network in the monitoring center and listened.
~o~o~
It was late summer, and it was now dusk. Visibility was clear, but in a few hours it would be too dark to see much of anything.
The cargo plane had now landed. The time had come. Everyone watched as the plane slowly moved toward the main building of this small abandoned airstrip. The plane finally stopped moving. Clark had made the decision at the last minute not to contact the authorities until after the fighting was over. Once it had been determined that the plane would not be entering the main airport, then civilians would not be caught in the crossfire.
Clark hovered in the sky ready to get this over with. Beside him were his children, SkyGirl, Jon-El, Kon-El, as well as the rest of the flying superheroes were also there, Supergirl, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, and Miss Martian. "Wait for my sign. I'll speak with Talia and her Father, but once the fighting begins, leave Talia to me. Batman will take care of Ra Ghul. See if we can end this before it begins."
Minutes when by, and then the main door opened from the rear of the massive cargo plan. Clark had one more thing to say to everyone, "Watch out for each other, remember what you've learned, and most of all take care of each other."
Bruce directed his forces to move forward as everyone followed him to the back of the plane.
Superman and his forces also moved forward cautious of anything that would spark a war. He could plainly see inside the plane that they were all heavily armed. He spotted Talia and her Father dressed in black with armor, adjusting their guns and knives strapped to their bodies. Clark frowned. If they didn't remove their weapons, they may have no choice but to remove them with laser beams. It would be tricky, but it could not be helped. He also scanned the assassins and few of them were carrying knives with lead shields. He frowned again and then warned everyone in his family through his mind. Listen carefully, Jo, Jason, Conner and Kara. Be on the lookout. A few of the assassins have lead-covered knives. It can only mean one thing. Stay alert. I'm moving in now.
Clark came forward. "Don't take another step. Remove your weapons or be prepared to have them burned from your arms. You have been warned."
Talia came forward then she walked down the rear plank, weapon in hand. "Where's my Son?"
"Drop your weapon and then we'll talk!" Clark demanded again.
Talia refused to listen. "Not until I can see my Son!"
Damian listened to her demands and realized he had to do something to stop this. "Father, I should talk to her," he urgently whispered.
"No, Son, stay here with me. Remember what she said to you over the phone. You can't trust her."
Damian knew he was right. He didn't trust her not to hurt him, his Father or everyone else who had come there to stop her.
"Haven't you done enough? We won't let you hurt him. This is your final warning. Drop your weapons … NOW!" Clark shouted at her.
Without warning, Talia rushed forward along with everyone else on the plane, including her Father. Weapons began blasting at the sky forces firing at will.
Clark and his fellow Kryptonians had no choice but to use their laser beams to remove their weapons one by one. Most of the assassins immediately dropped their weapons as they were burned from their hands. Then they pulled out their knives, raised them above their heads and headed toward the ground forces, who had also rushed forward.
Clark kept a close eye on the k-soldiers, but he followed Talia cornering her not far from the plane. "I'll take that!" He shouted at her then removed her weapon along with her knives. "You should not have come back. Damian is staying here with his Father."
Talia struggled to get away from him, but she couldn't break free. He held her tightly, and wondered if he should administer the drug.
"If I die, everyone will know your secret," she whispered in a voice that sent chills down Clark's spine, but it also made him more determined than ever to keep his secret safe. Furious with her, he twisted her arm. "Do your worst. No matter what you may do to hurt me or my family, you won't win. You failed. Damian stays."
He then decided to administer the drug to keep her quiet. He left her weakened and unresponsive to him, and continued to fight concentrating on the assassins with lead-covered knives.
Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, and the rest of the sky forces immediately reacted to the barrage of weapons fire by stopping the bullets with their unique ways. Diana, with her arm shields and Hal with his green shield, managed to stop the weapons fire as no one was hurt on their team.
Over a hundred men and a few women assassins exited the plane all firing away. It took about fifteen minutes before all of the visible weapons were destroyed. The superheroes were outnumbered, but now with the weapons removed, they only had to worry about the knives and any other hidden weapons.
Meanwhile, the ground forces were occupied as they joined in the fray and the fighting began in earnest.
With Damian by his side, Bruce fought hand-to-hand. It was easy to distinguish between the good guys from the bad. Bruce wore black as the cape and hood stood out amongst the fray. Damian wore a costume designed by his Father with deep shades of burgundy, black and gold with the letters 'R II' on his left shoulder. He also wore a cape like his Father, but he also wore a mask.
Inwardly fuming at how alike they were, Ra Ghul recognized his Grandson immediately. Even though his weapon had been removed, he still had his knives. He cautiously approached the unsuspecting pair.
Bruce and Damian each had their hands full with the assassins. They both recognized a few of them from photographs, but the odds were in their favor, especially with the formula, and it took only a few minutes to overpower them and administer the drug. The superheroes noted that not everyone reacted the same way to the drug. A few immediately collapsed, while others stopped fighting and gave up without any struggle, but the majority had to be subdued afterwards in some way either by force or with ropes or handcuffs.
Ra Ghul suddenly realized what has happening. He wasn't sure how to stop it. He tried to warn his fighters, but it was too little too late. Bruce caught Ra Ghul out of the corner of his eye and knew he had to administer the drug to him then maybe the rest of the fighters would give up and stop this before anyone got hurt.
"Well, Batman, we meet again," Ra Ghul taunted his hated adversary. "You'll never be able to trust him. You'll always wonder if he's like me or Talia."
Bruce narrowed his eyes and then it dawned on him. "Of course, I trust him. He's my Son. He would never do what you and Talia are doing … never." Getting angrier by the minute, he growled, "This ends … NOW!" Bruce shouted at him.
Damian managed to rush forward and stood by his Father, his choice clear. "Grandfather, please stop this, please!" He pleaded to him as the fighting seemed to be ending. Most of the assassins were now giving up after being given the drug.
"NEVER!" Ra Ghul hollered and raised his knife and tried to kill Bruce.
"STOP GRANDFATHER, NO PLEASE!" Damian hollered as they continued to fight.
Damian then spotted his Mother. Her movements were uncoordinated and slow, but then she picked up a knife and slowly approached his Father her intent was clear. "Mother, drop the weapon … NOW!" He shouted at her. Talia was not listening.
Bruce was gaining the upper hand with Ra Ghul. Conner was nearby and with a quick shot of his laser beams, removed the knife from his hand. Ra Ghul hollered from the pain and staggered back. Bruce took advantage and gathered him close from behind and administered the drug. Ra Ghul staggered back and slumped forward.
Ra Ghul suddenly raised his eyes and saw Talia approaching. Their gazes locked. This was all her fault, he thought. We failed, all of us … failed. She will pay for this. Before anyone could stop him, he pulled out a knife and threw it at Talia. It hit its mark, directly into her chest far too close to her heart.
Damian ran to her and caught her before she could hit the ground. "NOOOO!" Damian screamed then he cradled her in his arms. Tears blinded him, but he managed to speak. "Mother, can you hear me?"
The fighting continued all around them. Bruce had to concentrate on Ra Ghul who was able to fight off the effects of the drug but only for a few minutes. He suddenly collapsed on the ground, apparently unconscious.
Meanwhile, SkyGirl and Jon-El seemed to gravitate to each other, fighting back to back protecting each other, moving from one assassin to the next, fighting and removing their knives and weapons as they went. Jo seemed to be handling herself pretty well, but soon she became separated from her brother.
Jon-El spotted her and ran over to help her. He arrived just in time before an assassin pulled out a knife removed the lead cover and raised it over her head. It glowed green. He didn't feel the effects from a distance then his eyes glowed red, and the knife disappeared.
He scanned a few of the assassins, but did not see any more k-knives. His Father must have taken care of them. He continued fighting delivering blow after blow. They were no match for his strength. He too administered the formula.
The sky forces were now all on the ground. Clark then easily fought three men at once, each one given the formula one by one. It worked instantly, but something was not right. They appeared disoriented at first, their movements much slower than before, and then a few minutes later, something strange began to happen. Instead of giving up the fight, some of the assassins turned on each other.
The heroes were too stunned to speak. Bruce had some idea what was happening. "Everyone, the formula worked, but the Code is still there in their minds. They all realized they have failed, so they're turning on each other."
"Knock them all out … NOW..! Bruce screamed into the communicator. The other assassins were all knocked out one by one, but a few were killed by their own kind before they could be stopped.
Minutes later, the carnage was over, but Talia lay dying. Diana, Kara, Bruce, Hal came over and watched the distressing scene. Kara watched the scene, her hand over her mouth as her mind flashed back to the last time she had seen her parents. Her eyes filled with tears.
Meanwhile, Damian gathered Talia close and tried to stop the bleeding. "Mother?"
With blood bubbling from her throat, it was hard to speak. She tried to raise her hand to touch his face. "Damian … I … I'm …."
He took her hand. "Don't talk. You're going to be alright."
A lone tear slipped down her cheek. "I'm … sorry." Talia took her last breath.
Damian clutched her to his chest, rocking her, not believing it.
Bruce touched his shoulder. He raised his brimming eyes to his Father. "She's gone."
Damian thought he was prepared for the worst, but he wasn't.
His Mother was dead.
~o~o~
A little while later, police sirens could be heard in the distance. The paramedics arrived shortly thereafter and immediately checked all the wounded assassins, but Talia was pronounced dead at the scene.
It took a while, but with the superheroes helping them, all the dead and wounded were removed from the scene. All of them would have to be identified by the Metropolis police department. The international authorities, meaning Interpol, would have to be contacted. None of the assassins had any identification on them, except Talia and her Father.
Clark then spoke to the police and the paramedics about what had happened. He also told them about the formula and their plan to stop the assassins, explaining why it happened and how they had tried to stop it, but Talia and her Father were determined to kill them. Many lives were saved that night, but not all of them.
Damian, Bruce, and Diana watched as a stretcher was brought over to remove Talia from the field. Damian told himself that he did not care, but that wasn't the truth. Bruce held him steady. He touched his shoulder.
When the paramedics covered her face with a sheet, he lost it.
Bruce pulled him close and let him cry.
He pulled back after a minute. "Why, Father, why did he do it?"
Bruce had no answer for him. He shook his head and sighed. "I tried to help years ago, Damian, but they couldn't seem to break this bond between them. The Code was deeply embedded in their psyche, and no matter what I tried to do, it couldn't be broken. I'm so sorry, Son."
Bruce then informed the rest of the members that he was taking his Son home. Clark understood.
~o~o~
A little while later at the Mansion:
Diana, Damian and Bruce had all changed and were down stairs in the living room. Damian was quiet not wanting to talk even though Diana and Bruce hoped that he would open up and talk to them.
"Damian …?" Bruce began. "Sit down and then we can talk."
Damian was pacing, feeling agitated, hating the way things had ended between him and his family. "I know Grandfather did not know what he was doing when he killed her, but …"
"That's true, Damian. The Code …"
"I know, but it still hurts," Damian said and tried not to cry.
Bruce went to him and squeezed his shoulder. "Son, she was your Mother."
He wiped at his eyes then shook his head. "No, she wasn't, not really. She came to see me once in a while bringing presents and Grandfather was no different, so why do I feel this emptiness inside, like something was missing?"
Bruce understood, but it would take time to get past what happened. How much time, he didn't know. "Everything will be alright, Son. I'm here for you, and so is Ms. Prince."
His eyes filled up again. "I know, and thank you Father."
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it, Master Bruce." Alfred opened the front door. It was Kara.
"I'm sorry to come by so late, but is Damian awake? My name is Kara, Kara Kent."
"Yes, I know who you are. Come in and wait here please." He directed her to a sitting area.
"Who was that, Alfred?" Bruce asked.
"Kara Kent is here to see Master Damian."
"Kara is here?" Damian asked surprised and inwardly pleased, he had to admit.
Bruce and Diana glanced at each other, both with raised eyebrows.
"Send her in Alfred," Bruce instructed.
"Well, I wonder why she's here." That was Diana.
"To pay her respects, I suppose," Bruce wondered aloud.
Damian left them to greet his guest. Kara had changed and was now in slacks, a sweater and a light jacket. She removed the jacket and handed it to Alfred.
"Thank you, Alfred," Kara told him politely. He left them alone.
"Kara, why are you here? It's kind of late."
"I had to see you. I had to say how sorry I was about what happened," she replied and watched him come closer. Her heart began to pound as she stared at him. He was entirely too attractive.
"That was very kind of you." He noted her nervousness, which surprised him. She did come to see him. "Would you like a tour? This place is huge."
She smiled, relaxing a bit. "Sure, I'd like that."
"Great, I'll be right back while I speak to my Father and Ms. Prince."
After he had left, Kara paced back and forth trying to relax. Why am I honestly here? She had no answer to that question. I do feel sorry for him, maybe that's it.
Damian came back. "They're headed to the main wing to make some calls."
"Oh, was it about your …ummm …" She hesitated.
"It's Ok to mention my Mother."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Feeling like he needed comfort, she touched his arm. "I'm so sorry about your Mother. You may not know this, but I was in stasis for years before I arrived here, but to me, it's only been a matter of a few weeks since my parents died."
He looked down at her hand on his arm then he reached up and covered her hand. "You seem to be handling it Ok."
They both stared at their hands then they became self-conscious. They started walking.
"Well to be honest, I've kept myself busy since coming here. I felt that if I didn't I would break down in tears at any moment."
He stopped walking then he turned to face her. "You're not alone, Kara."
"I know, Kal-El and his family have been terrific, accepting me as if I've been here forever instead of just a few weeks."
He glanced at her then started walking again. "I meant me, Kara."
"You, but we hardly know each other. And besides I came here to help you not the other way around."
He stopped walking. "I know, but I would like to get to know you, Kara."
"You would?"
He chuckled. "Now why would that surprise you?"
She chuckled too. "Well, we didn't exactly hit it off at first sight." She suddenly remembered how she felt when she had first seen him. She would never forget it. "I apologized for that and so did you."
He ducked his head. "Actually, I kind of liked it."
She didn't respond.
"You did too, didn't you?" She kept her mouth shut. He chuckled at her expression.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
"Uh, huh, let's keep walking." She left his side and walked ahead of him. She had liked their banter, but she was not going to admit it.
As they came around a corner, she noticed a few portraits on the wall. "Oh, these are beautiful. Who are they?"
"My Father's parents, but they're deceased."
"How sad, so that means …?"
"Yes, my Father is an orphan. They were killed, murdered right in front of his eyes."
"Oh, no, how awful for him."
He walked up and stood just behind her. "He found the man responsible. Turn around is fair play."
"He killed him?"
"Yes, he did."
"Good for him," Kara surprised herself, but she meant every word. She glanced at the portrait again.
Damian believed her. She was breathtaking. He suddenly felt bold. He'd never done anything like this. His life up until this moment had been sheltered and secluded. Of course, he'd gone to boarding school, but he was not particularly outgoing and girls didn't gravitate to him, not like most of his friends. "Kara?"
"Yes, what is it?" As she turned to face him, her heart began to pound, just by the look on his face. She lowered her eyes as if that would stop her heart from pounding. Maybe if I close my eyes? That did not help either.
He raised her chin, leaned down, but just before their lips could meet, his Father's voice rang out startling them both.
"Damian!?" Bruce cried out from the top of the landing. He was in his pajamas and a robe. It was almost midnight.
Damian groaned to himself. "Yes, Father!?"
"How's the tour going!?"
"We're almost done!"
"Well, I'm sure Kal-El is wondering where she is!"
"Don't worry, Father, I'll escort her home!"
"It is late. I'll call you," Kara said then she turned abruptly and ran down the stairs as if the devil himself were nipping at her heels.
"Kara, wait, don't run off!" Damian yelled, but she was too fast.
Bruce came down the stairs. He looked around. "Oh, she left?"
Damian crossed his arms. "What are you up to? Don't you like Kara?"
"No comment," Bruce turned and walked back up the stairs.
Damian's jaw dropped. "Father, wait, come back here!"
Bruce stopped walking, sighed to himself, sat down on the steps and waited for him.
They sat there for a minute or two. "Talk to me. What's bothering you?" Damian thought he liked Kara.
Bruce sighed again. "I don't trust her."
Damian was shocked. "But, why not?"
"You haven't been here long enough to understand. She's got it in her head to save Luthor II, even though he kidnapped her and almost killed one of our dearest friends."
"I see, well, she must have her reasons. Have you talked to her?"
"Of course I have, but she's determined to help him even though he admitted he has … feelings for her."
"Father, that doesn't mean she returns his feelings. She's just a trustworthy person and extremely considerate of others."
Bruce gritted his teeth. He knew he would stand up for her. "Please just be careful, Damian. I would hate to see you get involved with someone who has feelings for someone else, even though she may not know it."
"I'll be careful, don't worry."
Bruce had to know. "Son, have you ever had a girlfriend, and ... you know what I mean?"
Damian groaned to himself. "Father, I'm almost twenty. Of course, I've had girlfriends," he lied. "I've never had an intimate relationship if that's what you were asking."
Bruce watched him closely. "I see, well, just be careful, and you can come to me with any questions or concerns. No subject is off limits."
He had to smile. "I will, I promise. Good night, Father." He squeezed his shoulder as he went up the stairs.
"Good night, Son." Bruce ran his hands through his hair. This 'being a Father' business is tough.
TBC!
~o~o~
A/N: I've been way too distracted the past few weeks with the national election and the terrible storm. I hope my readers are safe and warm wherever you are. So, as you can imagine, this chapter required a lot of attention. I've written one other superhero 'battle' scene, but I think this one came out alright, although I'm not entirely thrilled with it. Anyway, it's done and posted, but I need to get past it so my characters can move forward. Stay tuned. Thanks for reading, everyone. Reviews would be so gratifying! :D
Author: babettew54
Category: Superman Returns, Batman Comics
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Lois, Joanne/Samuel, Bruce/Diana, Lex Luthor II, Jason, Connor, Martha/Ben
Rating: T
Word Count: 5,500
Summary: This is a story about secrets and lies how they always come out and usually at the worst possible time.
Disclaimer: DC Comics/Warner Bros. Entertainment owns these characters, except for Joanne Kent and Samuel Hamilton; they’re mine. This is strictly for my own amusement.
Author's Notes: In this next chapter, war comes to Metropolis, but who will survive? Big, big chapter ahead! *Warning character death* Read on folks. Thanks everyone! :D
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Previously:
( Chapter 1)( Chapter 2)( Chapter 3)( Chapter 4)( Chapter 5)
( Chapter 6)( Chapter 7)( Chapter 8)( Chapter 9)( Chapter 10)
( Chapter 11)( Chapter 12) ( Chapter 13)( Chapter 14)( Chapter 15)
( Chapter 16)( Chapter 17)( Chapter 18)
x-posted to: (AO3); (FFN)
Chapter 19: Blackest Night
Several days later at Watchtower:
Now everyone was on high alert and ready to get to work. It was time to face the assassins with their unproven weapon … the 'Westfield' formula. The superhero teams, Young Justice and Teen Titans, were dispatched to watch over both Metropolis and Gotham City to keep an eye out for any unusual disturbances. Both teams were updated about the coming confrontation and knew what to look for.
Diana and her contacts in Washington were also helping her by keeping her informed of any large aircrafts, not including commercial jets, leaving Casablanca and headed to either city.
Emil had been working around the clock with his team of scientists to put the formula together to help the team combat the menace of brainwashed killers, to stop their intent to kill or be killed. He had been upset when he had heard the news that Paul Westfield would be helping them with thanks from Luthor II.
His former assistant who had kidnapped his son was the last person he wanted to help them. It felt as if Lex Luthor himself were helping them, well technically it was, but he had no choice but to put aside his hatred for the man do what needed to be done. Considering the circumstances of the coming battle, they needed all the help they could get.
As he studied the formula Westfield had given Superman, it became clear that the substance was rare, but it consisted of a potent sedative and several other ingredients Emil was not familiar with, but they did not have the time to test it or figure out if there were any after effects. They had no choice but to trust him, but should they trust Westfield?
He brought his concerns to the League and under the circumstances, and considering how urgent it was to complete the process, the League decided to overlook any ill-effects from the drug. As long as no one would be physically harmed only weakened from the effects, which is what Emil believed, they decided to move forward.
"Any news yet?" That was Sam, entering the monitoring center accompanied by Jo and her brother Jason.
"No news yet," Clark replied, surprised to see him. "Sam, I told you, there's nothing you can do here."
"Dad, it's no use, he wants to help us. He still feels responsible for all of this." Jo tried to convince Sam otherwise, but to no avail.
"It's true, Jo. If I hadn't come forward with the news conference, none of this would have happened."
"We can't be sure when everything spiraled out of control, Sam, but one thing I do know, it's not your fault. You only did what you thought was best," Clark told him, hoping to put an end to the discussion.
"I want to believe that, Superman, but …"
"Everyone, we may have something," J'onn announced.
Batman and his Son, now called Robin II, were also there. Damian was also feeling guilty about all of this. His Mother and Grandfather wanted him back at any cost. He knew that now. "Father, you have let me go back. It's the only way to stop this."
"Damian, we've been over this and over this. You heard what your Mother said. She's determined to start a war."
"But maybe I can convince her to go home before anyone gets hurt," Damian was pleading with him now.
"Son, we have to see this through, and now with the formula, we can stop this before it starts, and no one will be hurt."
He bowed his head. "I truly hope so."
"J'onn, what's happening?" Clark asked as he came over to the main computer.
"I've just received word from our contacts in Casablanca that a cargo plane has just taken off and headed east, destination … Metropolis."
"The time has come." That was Clark. "We have five hours to prepare. As soon as we can figure out where the plane will land, we'll have a few hours to get ready then we take care of Talia and anyone else. They will be sorry they came to our city."
"Sam, you stay here," Jo stated to her anxious boyfriend.
"Jo, could be have a minute to talk? I need to ask you something," Sam asked as he took her hand.
"Dad, do we have time?"
"Sure go ahead, but don't take too long."
"Thanks, Dad."
~o~o~
A few minutes later in Jo's quarters:
After shutting the door, Sam pulled her into his arms. "I remember the last time we were here." He paused, holding her close. "Just let me hold you for a minute."
Jo didn't say anything but held him close. After a few minutes, she pulled back and asked, "Are you still worried about me?"
"No, I know you'll be alright. Come and sit down for a minute."
"Alright, but what is it Sam? I have to prepare."
"I know, but I wanted to ask you something." Instead of sitting beside her, he took her left hand, then got down on one knee.
"Sam?" Jo's heart began to pound.
He pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket. "I know this is not the right time or the right place, but our lives up until this moment had felt like a rollercoaster ride with ups and downs, and I feel as if I have to ask you this before anything else happens."
Her eyes filled up with tears because she felt exactly the same way. "Oh Sam."
"I love you Jo. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife … forever?" He opened the box and showed her the ring.
Jo gasped and tried not to think about a future … without him. Tears threatened again, but she pushed the thought from her mind. The ring was beautiful, not too large or too small, heart-shaped with rubies and diamonds. Jo was wondering how he could afford this. She knew the estate had given him a monthly allowance until his twenty-first birthday, but to use it all on her engagement ring, she didn't know what to say. Afraid to touch it, she nodded her head and held out her left hand.
"Yes, Sam, I'll marry you." Smiling, he slipped it on her finger. It fit perfectly then she raised her brimming eyes to his face.
He stood up and pulled her to him and kissed her sweetly. He pulled back after a minute and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "Why are you crying? I know you weren't surprised."
She stared at the lovely ring and tried to compose herself. "I was surprised. I thought it would be a few years before this happened."
"Well, about that, I think we should keep it a secret for a while." At her frown, he explained. "I know, I know, no more secrets, but just this once between you and me?"
She thought about it. "Well, just this once."
He smiled. "I was also thinking maybe you could wear it tonight as a necklace? I'll feel as if I'm there with you, protecting you somehow."
She touched his cheek. "Oh, Sam, you'll always be with me, no matter where I am or what I'm doing."
"I feel the same way, Jo, but would you wear it for me?"
If it would help him get through this night, then she whispered, "Of course, I will."
He then pulled a chain from his pocket, added the ring and slipped it around her neck. She then moved it inside her costume, hanging just below her neckline close to her heart. "There, safe and sound."
He came to stand in front of her and put on a brave face. "You be safe, Jo. Please be safe," he told her firmly. His voice quivered a little." He paused to gather his thoughts. "I believe in you, Jo, remember that."
"I know you do, and I won't forget." She glanced at her watch. "It's time to go."
~o~o~
A few hours later, thirty miles outside the city, at an abandoned airstrip:
All the superhero teams were equipped with earpieces for instant communication. The strategy was clear. First and foremost, remove their weapons, including any knives or guns. The plan was this … that any member of the Justice League, Teen Titans or Young Justice with superpowers, were not allowed to use them unless their lives were threatened or to protect their friends. The fighting would be hand-to-hand combat then as quickly as possible, administer the formula which were placed inside small needles. A few of the members had voiced their concerns about the drug but brainwashing were new to them, so they went along with it. They knew it would be awkward while fighting to administer the formula, but the trick was to distract the fighter, overpowering them then hopefully the fighting would end because of the effect of the drug.
Clark and his sky forces would be the first to greet the assassins, telling them that their weapons would easily be removed, and they shouldn't even bother to bring them. If they refused, then they had no choice but to destroy them as quickly as possible. He also instructed his family to look for any form of lead, particularly shaped like a knife because it could hide any form of kryptonite.
Bruce was the leader of the ground forces. At his instruction, they all spread out on both sides of the runway and waited. "Now remember, be careful and watch your back. With word from Superman, we will pull back if they don't drop their weapons."
Back on board Watchtower, all Sam could do was wait and wonder what was happening at the airstrip. He refused to leave Watchtower. Lois, Kitty and Emil were also brought on board. They too refused to sit at home and wonder and worry about their family. Sam was glad. He hated being there alone. He then opened the communications network in the monitoring center and listened.
~o~o~
It was late summer, and it was now dusk. Visibility was clear, but in a few hours it would be too dark to see much of anything.
The cargo plane had now landed. The time had come. Everyone watched as the plane slowly moved toward the main building of this small abandoned airstrip. The plane finally stopped moving. Clark had made the decision at the last minute not to contact the authorities until after the fighting was over. Once it had been determined that the plane would not be entering the main airport, then civilians would not be caught in the crossfire.
Clark hovered in the sky ready to get this over with. Beside him were his children, SkyGirl, Jon-El, Kon-El, as well as the rest of the flying superheroes were also there, Supergirl, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, and Miss Martian. "Wait for my sign. I'll speak with Talia and her Father, but once the fighting begins, leave Talia to me. Batman will take care of Ra Ghul. See if we can end this before it begins."
Minutes when by, and then the main door opened from the rear of the massive cargo plan. Clark had one more thing to say to everyone, "Watch out for each other, remember what you've learned, and most of all take care of each other."
Bruce directed his forces to move forward as everyone followed him to the back of the plane.
Superman and his forces also moved forward cautious of anything that would spark a war. He could plainly see inside the plane that they were all heavily armed. He spotted Talia and her Father dressed in black with armor, adjusting their guns and knives strapped to their bodies. Clark frowned. If they didn't remove their weapons, they may have no choice but to remove them with laser beams. It would be tricky, but it could not be helped. He also scanned the assassins and few of them were carrying knives with lead shields. He frowned again and then warned everyone in his family through his mind. Listen carefully, Jo, Jason, Conner and Kara. Be on the lookout. A few of the assassins have lead-covered knives. It can only mean one thing. Stay alert. I'm moving in now.
Clark came forward. "Don't take another step. Remove your weapons or be prepared to have them burned from your arms. You have been warned."
Talia came forward then she walked down the rear plank, weapon in hand. "Where's my Son?"
"Drop your weapon and then we'll talk!" Clark demanded again.
Talia refused to listen. "Not until I can see my Son!"
Damian listened to her demands and realized he had to do something to stop this. "Father, I should talk to her," he urgently whispered.
"No, Son, stay here with me. Remember what she said to you over the phone. You can't trust her."
Damian knew he was right. He didn't trust her not to hurt him, his Father or everyone else who had come there to stop her.
"Haven't you done enough? We won't let you hurt him. This is your final warning. Drop your weapons … NOW!" Clark shouted at her.
Without warning, Talia rushed forward along with everyone else on the plane, including her Father. Weapons began blasting at the sky forces firing at will.
Clark and his fellow Kryptonians had no choice but to use their laser beams to remove their weapons one by one. Most of the assassins immediately dropped their weapons as they were burned from their hands. Then they pulled out their knives, raised them above their heads and headed toward the ground forces, who had also rushed forward.
Clark kept a close eye on the k-soldiers, but he followed Talia cornering her not far from the plane. "I'll take that!" He shouted at her then removed her weapon along with her knives. "You should not have come back. Damian is staying here with his Father."
Talia struggled to get away from him, but she couldn't break free. He held her tightly, and wondered if he should administer the drug.
"If I die, everyone will know your secret," she whispered in a voice that sent chills down Clark's spine, but it also made him more determined than ever to keep his secret safe. Furious with her, he twisted her arm. "Do your worst. No matter what you may do to hurt me or my family, you won't win. You failed. Damian stays."
He then decided to administer the drug to keep her quiet. He left her weakened and unresponsive to him, and continued to fight concentrating on the assassins with lead-covered knives.
Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, and the rest of the sky forces immediately reacted to the barrage of weapons fire by stopping the bullets with their unique ways. Diana, with her arm shields and Hal with his green shield, managed to stop the weapons fire as no one was hurt on their team.
Over a hundred men and a few women assassins exited the plane all firing away. It took about fifteen minutes before all of the visible weapons were destroyed. The superheroes were outnumbered, but now with the weapons removed, they only had to worry about the knives and any other hidden weapons.
Meanwhile, the ground forces were occupied as they joined in the fray and the fighting began in earnest.
With Damian by his side, Bruce fought hand-to-hand. It was easy to distinguish between the good guys from the bad. Bruce wore black as the cape and hood stood out amongst the fray. Damian wore a costume designed by his Father with deep shades of burgundy, black and gold with the letters 'R II' on his left shoulder. He also wore a cape like his Father, but he also wore a mask.
Inwardly fuming at how alike they were, Ra Ghul recognized his Grandson immediately. Even though his weapon had been removed, he still had his knives. He cautiously approached the unsuspecting pair.
Bruce and Damian each had their hands full with the assassins. They both recognized a few of them from photographs, but the odds were in their favor, especially with the formula, and it took only a few minutes to overpower them and administer the drug. The superheroes noted that not everyone reacted the same way to the drug. A few immediately collapsed, while others stopped fighting and gave up without any struggle, but the majority had to be subdued afterwards in some way either by force or with ropes or handcuffs.
Ra Ghul suddenly realized what has happening. He wasn't sure how to stop it. He tried to warn his fighters, but it was too little too late. Bruce caught Ra Ghul out of the corner of his eye and knew he had to administer the drug to him then maybe the rest of the fighters would give up and stop this before anyone got hurt.
"Well, Batman, we meet again," Ra Ghul taunted his hated adversary. "You'll never be able to trust him. You'll always wonder if he's like me or Talia."
Bruce narrowed his eyes and then it dawned on him. "Of course, I trust him. He's my Son. He would never do what you and Talia are doing … never." Getting angrier by the minute, he growled, "This ends … NOW!" Bruce shouted at him.
Damian managed to rush forward and stood by his Father, his choice clear. "Grandfather, please stop this, please!" He pleaded to him as the fighting seemed to be ending. Most of the assassins were now giving up after being given the drug.
"NEVER!" Ra Ghul hollered and raised his knife and tried to kill Bruce.
"STOP GRANDFATHER, NO PLEASE!" Damian hollered as they continued to fight.
Damian then spotted his Mother. Her movements were uncoordinated and slow, but then she picked up a knife and slowly approached his Father her intent was clear. "Mother, drop the weapon … NOW!" He shouted at her. Talia was not listening.
Bruce was gaining the upper hand with Ra Ghul. Conner was nearby and with a quick shot of his laser beams, removed the knife from his hand. Ra Ghul hollered from the pain and staggered back. Bruce took advantage and gathered him close from behind and administered the drug. Ra Ghul staggered back and slumped forward.
Ra Ghul suddenly raised his eyes and saw Talia approaching. Their gazes locked. This was all her fault, he thought. We failed, all of us … failed. She will pay for this. Before anyone could stop him, he pulled out a knife and threw it at Talia. It hit its mark, directly into her chest far too close to her heart.
Damian ran to her and caught her before she could hit the ground. "NOOOO!" Damian screamed then he cradled her in his arms. Tears blinded him, but he managed to speak. "Mother, can you hear me?"
The fighting continued all around them. Bruce had to concentrate on Ra Ghul who was able to fight off the effects of the drug but only for a few minutes. He suddenly collapsed on the ground, apparently unconscious.
Meanwhile, SkyGirl and Jon-El seemed to gravitate to each other, fighting back to back protecting each other, moving from one assassin to the next, fighting and removing their knives and weapons as they went. Jo seemed to be handling herself pretty well, but soon she became separated from her brother.
Jon-El spotted her and ran over to help her. He arrived just in time before an assassin pulled out a knife removed the lead cover and raised it over her head. It glowed green. He didn't feel the effects from a distance then his eyes glowed red, and the knife disappeared.
He scanned a few of the assassins, but did not see any more k-knives. His Father must have taken care of them. He continued fighting delivering blow after blow. They were no match for his strength. He too administered the formula.
The sky forces were now all on the ground. Clark then easily fought three men at once, each one given the formula one by one. It worked instantly, but something was not right. They appeared disoriented at first, their movements much slower than before, and then a few minutes later, something strange began to happen. Instead of giving up the fight, some of the assassins turned on each other.
The heroes were too stunned to speak. Bruce had some idea what was happening. "Everyone, the formula worked, but the Code is still there in their minds. They all realized they have failed, so they're turning on each other."
"Knock them all out … NOW..! Bruce screamed into the communicator. The other assassins were all knocked out one by one, but a few were killed by their own kind before they could be stopped.
Minutes later, the carnage was over, but Talia lay dying. Diana, Kara, Bruce, Hal came over and watched the distressing scene. Kara watched the scene, her hand over her mouth as her mind flashed back to the last time she had seen her parents. Her eyes filled with tears.
Meanwhile, Damian gathered Talia close and tried to stop the bleeding. "Mother?"
With blood bubbling from her throat, it was hard to speak. She tried to raise her hand to touch his face. "Damian … I … I'm …."
He took her hand. "Don't talk. You're going to be alright."
A lone tear slipped down her cheek. "I'm … sorry." Talia took her last breath.
Damian clutched her to his chest, rocking her, not believing it.
Bruce touched his shoulder. He raised his brimming eyes to his Father. "She's gone."
Damian thought he was prepared for the worst, but he wasn't.
His Mother was dead.
~o~o~
A little while later, police sirens could be heard in the distance. The paramedics arrived shortly thereafter and immediately checked all the wounded assassins, but Talia was pronounced dead at the scene.
It took a while, but with the superheroes helping them, all the dead and wounded were removed from the scene. All of them would have to be identified by the Metropolis police department. The international authorities, meaning Interpol, would have to be contacted. None of the assassins had any identification on them, except Talia and her Father.
Clark then spoke to the police and the paramedics about what had happened. He also told them about the formula and their plan to stop the assassins, explaining why it happened and how they had tried to stop it, but Talia and her Father were determined to kill them. Many lives were saved that night, but not all of them.
Damian, Bruce, and Diana watched as a stretcher was brought over to remove Talia from the field. Damian told himself that he did not care, but that wasn't the truth. Bruce held him steady. He touched his shoulder.
When the paramedics covered her face with a sheet, he lost it.
Bruce pulled him close and let him cry.
He pulled back after a minute. "Why, Father, why did he do it?"
Bruce had no answer for him. He shook his head and sighed. "I tried to help years ago, Damian, but they couldn't seem to break this bond between them. The Code was deeply embedded in their psyche, and no matter what I tried to do, it couldn't be broken. I'm so sorry, Son."
Bruce then informed the rest of the members that he was taking his Son home. Clark understood.
~o~o~
A little while later at the Mansion:
Diana, Damian and Bruce had all changed and were down stairs in the living room. Damian was quiet not wanting to talk even though Diana and Bruce hoped that he would open up and talk to them.
"Damian …?" Bruce began. "Sit down and then we can talk."
Damian was pacing, feeling agitated, hating the way things had ended between him and his family. "I know Grandfather did not know what he was doing when he killed her, but …"
"That's true, Damian. The Code …"
"I know, but it still hurts," Damian said and tried not to cry.
Bruce went to him and squeezed his shoulder. "Son, she was your Mother."
He wiped at his eyes then shook his head. "No, she wasn't, not really. She came to see me once in a while bringing presents and Grandfather was no different, so why do I feel this emptiness inside, like something was missing?"
Bruce understood, but it would take time to get past what happened. How much time, he didn't know. "Everything will be alright, Son. I'm here for you, and so is Ms. Prince."
His eyes filled up again. "I know, and thank you Father."
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it, Master Bruce." Alfred opened the front door. It was Kara.
"I'm sorry to come by so late, but is Damian awake? My name is Kara, Kara Kent."
"Yes, I know who you are. Come in and wait here please." He directed her to a sitting area.
"Who was that, Alfred?" Bruce asked.
"Kara Kent is here to see Master Damian."
"Kara is here?" Damian asked surprised and inwardly pleased, he had to admit.
Bruce and Diana glanced at each other, both with raised eyebrows.
"Send her in Alfred," Bruce instructed.
"Well, I wonder why she's here." That was Diana.
"To pay her respects, I suppose," Bruce wondered aloud.
Damian left them to greet his guest. Kara had changed and was now in slacks, a sweater and a light jacket. She removed the jacket and handed it to Alfred.
"Thank you, Alfred," Kara told him politely. He left them alone.
"Kara, why are you here? It's kind of late."
"I had to see you. I had to say how sorry I was about what happened," she replied and watched him come closer. Her heart began to pound as she stared at him. He was entirely too attractive.
"That was very kind of you." He noted her nervousness, which surprised him. She did come to see him. "Would you like a tour? This place is huge."
She smiled, relaxing a bit. "Sure, I'd like that."
"Great, I'll be right back while I speak to my Father and Ms. Prince."
After he had left, Kara paced back and forth trying to relax. Why am I honestly here? She had no answer to that question. I do feel sorry for him, maybe that's it.
Damian came back. "They're headed to the main wing to make some calls."
"Oh, was it about your …ummm …" She hesitated.
"It's Ok to mention my Mother."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Feeling like he needed comfort, she touched his arm. "I'm so sorry about your Mother. You may not know this, but I was in stasis for years before I arrived here, but to me, it's only been a matter of a few weeks since my parents died."
He looked down at her hand on his arm then he reached up and covered her hand. "You seem to be handling it Ok."
They both stared at their hands then they became self-conscious. They started walking.
"Well to be honest, I've kept myself busy since coming here. I felt that if I didn't I would break down in tears at any moment."
He stopped walking then he turned to face her. "You're not alone, Kara."
"I know, Kal-El and his family have been terrific, accepting me as if I've been here forever instead of just a few weeks."
He glanced at her then started walking again. "I meant me, Kara."
"You, but we hardly know each other. And besides I came here to help you not the other way around."
He stopped walking. "I know, but I would like to get to know you, Kara."
"You would?"
He chuckled. "Now why would that surprise you?"
She chuckled too. "Well, we didn't exactly hit it off at first sight." She suddenly remembered how she felt when she had first seen him. She would never forget it. "I apologized for that and so did you."
He ducked his head. "Actually, I kind of liked it."
She didn't respond.
"You did too, didn't you?" She kept her mouth shut. He chuckled at her expression.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
"Uh, huh, let's keep walking." She left his side and walked ahead of him. She had liked their banter, but she was not going to admit it.
As they came around a corner, she noticed a few portraits on the wall. "Oh, these are beautiful. Who are they?"
"My Father's parents, but they're deceased."
"How sad, so that means …?"
"Yes, my Father is an orphan. They were killed, murdered right in front of his eyes."
"Oh, no, how awful for him."
He walked up and stood just behind her. "He found the man responsible. Turn around is fair play."
"He killed him?"
"Yes, he did."
"Good for him," Kara surprised herself, but she meant every word. She glanced at the portrait again.
Damian believed her. She was breathtaking. He suddenly felt bold. He'd never done anything like this. His life up until this moment had been sheltered and secluded. Of course, he'd gone to boarding school, but he was not particularly outgoing and girls didn't gravitate to him, not like most of his friends. "Kara?"
"Yes, what is it?" As she turned to face him, her heart began to pound, just by the look on his face. She lowered her eyes as if that would stop her heart from pounding. Maybe if I close my eyes? That did not help either.
He raised her chin, leaned down, but just before their lips could meet, his Father's voice rang out startling them both.
"Damian!?" Bruce cried out from the top of the landing. He was in his pajamas and a robe. It was almost midnight.
Damian groaned to himself. "Yes, Father!?"
"How's the tour going!?"
"We're almost done!"
"Well, I'm sure Kal-El is wondering where she is!"
"Don't worry, Father, I'll escort her home!"
"It is late. I'll call you," Kara said then she turned abruptly and ran down the stairs as if the devil himself were nipping at her heels.
"Kara, wait, don't run off!" Damian yelled, but she was too fast.
Bruce came down the stairs. He looked around. "Oh, she left?"
Damian crossed his arms. "What are you up to? Don't you like Kara?"
"No comment," Bruce turned and walked back up the stairs.
Damian's jaw dropped. "Father, wait, come back here!"
Bruce stopped walking, sighed to himself, sat down on the steps and waited for him.
They sat there for a minute or two. "Talk to me. What's bothering you?" Damian thought he liked Kara.
Bruce sighed again. "I don't trust her."
Damian was shocked. "But, why not?"
"You haven't been here long enough to understand. She's got it in her head to save Luthor II, even though he kidnapped her and almost killed one of our dearest friends."
"I see, well, she must have her reasons. Have you talked to her?"
"Of course I have, but she's determined to help him even though he admitted he has … feelings for her."
"Father, that doesn't mean she returns his feelings. She's just a trustworthy person and extremely considerate of others."
Bruce gritted his teeth. He knew he would stand up for her. "Please just be careful, Damian. I would hate to see you get involved with someone who has feelings for someone else, even though she may not know it."
"I'll be careful, don't worry."
Bruce had to know. "Son, have you ever had a girlfriend, and ... you know what I mean?"
Damian groaned to himself. "Father, I'm almost twenty. Of course, I've had girlfriends," he lied. "I've never had an intimate relationship if that's what you were asking."
Bruce watched him closely. "I see, well, just be careful, and you can come to me with any questions or concerns. No subject is off limits."
He had to smile. "I will, I promise. Good night, Father." He squeezed his shoulder as he went up the stairs.
"Good night, Son." Bruce ran his hands through his hair. This 'being a Father' business is tough.
TBC!
~o~o~
A/N: I've been way too distracted the past few weeks with the national election and the terrible storm. I hope my readers are safe and warm wherever you are. So, as you can imagine, this chapter required a lot of attention. I've written one other superhero 'battle' scene, but I think this one came out alright, although I'm not entirely thrilled with it. Anyway, it's done and posted, but I need to get past it so my characters can move forward. Stay tuned. Thanks for reading, everyone. Reviews would be so gratifying! :D