Having finished an hour in the simulation room, Damian decided he would take a break and get something to eat. In the kitchen, a few minutes later, he was buttering two pieces of toast when -besides him on the counter- his phone began to ring (nearly causing his tea to spill as it vibrated).

Mr Leiwandowsky. Damian picked up the phone.

"Hello Damian,", he said, greeting the teen familiarly- Damian had been sent on various tasks by the gargoyle aristocrat, and their bond had grown steadily- with a voice scratchier than usual.

Damian returned, "Mr Leiwandowsky."

"I hope I haven't troubled you, but could Raven and yourself make it to the Blue Dragon as soon as possible. I must leave urgently and there are somethings I wish for you to know."

Whatever it was, he apparently couldn't (or didn't want to) say it over the phone.

Damian, after taking a sip of tea, answered, "Of course, we'll be there shortly."

"Thank you Damian." He closed the phone.

Damian finished buttering his toast, downed his tea, and took his plate upstairs to find Raven. Had he not been a trained assassin, Damian would have fallen down the stairs- what with Belladonna being chased around the house by Dick for stealing one of little Mar'i's toys. As expected, his girlfriend was in her room, reading.

He asked her what book it was, sitting on her bed before biting in to a slice of toast. She responded that it was one given to her by Zatanna about navigation of the nether-realm (and old tome, found in some dark corner of the House of Magic- very interesting though).

She got up from her armchair and sat next to him, stealing a toast from his plate as she placed a bookmark in the book. Raven asked, "What is it?", and took a chunk out of the toast with her teeth. A few doors away, Mar'i began screaming again, having just woken up after a restless night eventually ending in sleep.

"Mr Leiwandowsky called, he wants us to go over."

"Did he say what about?", she asked.

He shook his head. "Something significant certainly, what?- I don't know."

After notifying Dick that they were going out, Damian returned to Raven and the two of the walked through a portal of hers, in to Mr Leiwandowsky's office. In good nature, the gargoyle laughed, "You scared me half to life!"

He got up from his chair and straightened his bow tie out of habit. In a moment of fragility, Mr Leiwandowsky let out a hacking cough, covering his mouth with an embroidered handkerchief. He smiled at the two teens, but it felt more like he was trying to reassure himself than them that he was fine.

"Are you alright Mr L?", Raven asked, frowning.

"Oh yes yes,", the gargoyle responded, "I'm well, thank you my dear. Actually...I'm not particularly well, but it is nice to pretend so."

"What's the matter? Is this what you wanted to speak with us about?" Raven prompted.

The dapper gargoyle waved a hand, "Oh no-no-no my dear...well yes- in a sense. It's part of the equation." He brushed down his waistcoat- a snazzy, velvety, embroidered black and plumb article matching his plumb purple Oxfords. The two waited for his to continue. He began with a sigh, "You see, I must be returning home, shortly. Thus quitting all my assets in this world."

"For what reason?" Damian demanded, not without warmth- the thought of the old gargoyle leaving for good was a bleak idea.

"This world has been chipping at my health for several centuries, it's really kicking in now, I'm not as young as I used to be.", Me Leiwandowsky chuckled. "I've been advised by a healer to return to my homelands. I don't think I could bear leaving it again- I've missed those hills dearly."

"What of your possessions? I take it your son won't inherit.", Raven said.

And it was true. His recently found son would certainly not be receiving much- if anything- from his father. The half-gargoyle wasn't in anyway mentally fit enough to be able to sensibly handle the affairs of estates, or be trusted with not selling his father's three-hundred-year-old furniture for a quick quid. It had been beyond a disappoint realising what a gambling lunatic his only child was, and that certainly had an impact on Mr Leiwandowsky's health.

"No...I'm afraid not.", he said, saddened, "Which is why I called the both of you here."

"Technically, you called me.", Damian grinned.

"Don't get cheeky with me!", the gargoyle jokingly scolded. "On a serious note, I have asked you here on the matter of my possessions.", that brought a sombre tone to the office. "I have a written will in my drawer here", he tapped his desk, "outlining the recipients of my properties."

"Would you like us to see they are received?", Raven asked, her voiced tinged with melancholia.

"No, my dears, I'll be speaking to each recipient personally. And so I'm speaking to you."

"Us?", Damian raised an eyebrow.

The Gargoyle smiled, "Yes, you. I don't know if I know a pair more trustworthy and levelheaded to be able to manage the establishments in my name."

That took a moment to process. And another moment of being utterly flabbergasted.

"Wha- what? Sorry- pardon?!", Damian stammered.

Raven was in shock, "What he said."

That was the case. Mr Leiwandowsky was leaving the Blue Dragon (the Gotham and Vegas branches) and his country estate in their name. It was unfathomable that he would do such a thing. Then again, the three of them had grown immensely close- Damian found the gargoyle reminded him rather a lot of Alfred. Mr Leiwandowsky was a wonderful person to speak to, with so much wisdom built over a long, long lifetime. They'd had lengthy conversations with him- often times including other Blue Dragon frequenters, mostly Tyrone and the newest addition Aleil. The gargoyle had shared so much with them, placed trust in their abilities and hearts to aid him, he was him as a part of his very small family.

Gargoyles, blood witches and gifted demons have one key talent in common- standard level empathic abilities, some at higher capabilities than others. Mr Leiwandowsky was no exception. He saw straight to the hearts of the half-demons and was decided upon the two of them. One, a fiery mass with tranquil wasters hiding a layer beneath, and below that layer, magma- not quite liquid, not quite solid, red hot. The other, still waters until the surface was breached and the black, murky depths were explored. And good pair: a trustworthy couple.

So, when the part-demons came to say their goodbyes to the old gargoyle (for the time being), he was brought in to a slightly uncomfortable three-way hug: uncomfortable, for stone envied the texture of his skin. A strange tear escaped Mr Leiwandowsky's slate eyes. He covered it quickly, and watched as the two of them disappeared in to a portal, back in to their other lives.

Once Raven and Damian were back in the Manor, in Raven's room, the demoness said, "That felt too final,", she shuddered, "far too final."

Damian sighed, "I know what you mean. I can't imagine just-", he shook his head "-it's sad is what is is."

Raven smiled without joy, then pecked him on the lips, "It'll be fine though.", she said.

He pressed his lips to hers, "That's the hope.", he said, pulling a little back.

The door was abruptly thrown open, and a slightly shrill voice shouted, "Stop everything!". Who was it but Jonathan-innocence-Kent, covering his eyes.

Damian gave his girlfriend an exasperated look. "There's nothing to stop Jonathan.", he rolled his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Sheepishly, the half-kryptonian uncovered his eyes and grinned up at them. "Hey guys, I just came with mum and dad, they're bringing some more stuff for Mar'i ...", they waited for anything else to come out.

"..."

"Hiii Jonathan...", Raven bobbed her head and moved her hands in a circular motion as if to say '...continue...'.

The younger boy hit himself up the head, "Oh yeah- right- that's it- Alfred told me to call you guys down for lunch. For once we're actually doing lunch...like...as a formal thing. He's been cooking all afternoon and it smells totally super!", he groaned. Promptly, his stomach rumbled.

Raven laughed, "We'll be down in a minute Jon, okay!"

"NoOo!- you need to come now- like right now. Alfred said. He did the whole scary butler glare-y thing. Yeeesh it was scarier than Santa!", Jon protested, and went as far as to grab the two by the arms and pull them out of the door.

Frankly neither had the enthusiasm to actually protest. On their way down, Titus the dog did indeed give them strange looks, but chose to continue trotting over to wherever the cat was (for the sole purpose of annoying the feline).

Safe to say, lunch was loud and messy. Until, of course, Lois, Selina and Alfred stood at the front of the table and commanded quiet....then an accidental sludge of ketchup landed on Catwoman's white blouse...before Superman could say  'Holy rhubarb pie and custard!' she was chasing Jason around the room with a bottle of mayo in one hand and chilli sauce in another.  In the corner, Kori unaffectedly fed Mar'i, a pensive look on her face. Half the room sheltered themselves under their refuge that was the dining table.

Alfred pinched the bridge of his nose, "I just wanted to have the family together..."

A.N:

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