I am extremely sorry for the long update!!
At least my finals are over, so yay!

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"Mama, why is my name Damian?" The little boy asked, looking up towards his mother's green eyes.

"Your name comes from the greek word Damianos. It means 'to tame'." The woman replies, kneeling down, reaching her son's height.

"And taming this wild world is what you will do as the Al-Ghul dynasty takes shape." She continues, placing a hand upon his shoulder, her eyes full of passion and determination.

"And after you have tamed it, you will control it, possess it. And I will show you how. Together, we will build an everlasting kingdom, you as my Alexander, I as your Olimpias, and if everything goes as planned, your father as our King Philip."

"A new age is dawning, and people will see once again that giants are walking among them..
Giants that are destined to carry out a divine mission." She smiles, staring at her only son, her beacon of hope.

~

Memories flashed, old, unwanted memories. Damian couldn't fathom as why he still cared, about her, the woman who had raised him into her ideal figure of a boy, into a killing machine.

A woman who blatantly tried to kill him.

A woman he once called 'Mother'.

As he had sunken his head deeper into the pillow, he couldn't avoid the wound, the deep wound that his mother had left behind. But now, she was dead. Gone. Was there a chance that she was still alive, breathing?

He hoped not, for this woman had brought the worst in him.

The once big place she had earned in his heart, now became almost invisible. The remains of what he felt about her was gone, except the love. It was a child's love for its mother.

Gone was his respect for her. She was just another shadow, always there to haunt him.

And then there was his father. A man that has been wounded countless times, but still managed to love him nonetheless. A man that had went to hell, only to get his son back.

And Damian would do the same for him.

His thoughts vanished as soon as Alfred bursted into his room.
"Master Damian, you're needed at the din-"

CRASH!

"What the hell?!" Tim peeked through the door, behind Alfred, only to find Damian,  now standing up on his mattress, holding out a sword. He noticed the window, which was completely shattered.

Someone had thrown a katana through the window.

Damian sighs, dropping the sword onto the bed, and he strutted over to the window, leaning over to see who was the careless bastard who had thrown it.

Turns out, it was Jason.

Then again, it seemed like something he would do. Ah, Jason.

"You could have stabbed me." Damian rolls his eyes, ignoring Tim's bittersweet comment.

"Nothing can hurt you, demon spawn. Trust me, I've tried. Now come, help me train. Nice reflexes, by the way." Jason smiles cheekily from the garden, walking away, hands in his pockets, whistling as he kicks imaginative rocks in the grass.

"Well, he seems cheerful. I'm going back to the BatCave." Tim yawns, a cup of black coffee in his grasp.

"You need sleep, Master Tim." Alfred tilted his head to the side, staring at Damian, whom was busy , picking up the shattered glass on the floor.

"Yeah, I know." He muses as he strides away.

~

"Is that all you got?" Jason chuckles, dodging a blow from Damian, but stops chuckling as soon as he felt an unexpected blow onto his rib.

"Yep. You got me there." He sighs, walking away, reaching out for the towel which Alfred had thoughtfully provided.

Damian shrugs, walking over to take a towel, then proceeded to clean off, removing the mix of blood and sweat. Like usual, his trainings always resulted in blood.

"Where's Bruce? And Dick?" Tim asks, sitting casually next Jason.

"Master Bruce is in the office. As for Master Dick, he went back to Bludhaven for a few days." Alfred states calmly. Tim nods, sighing.

"I need a shower." Damian mutters, leaving.

~

Alina stood silently, staring at the cans laid out on the shelf.

Peas, pickles, tuna.. all kinds of canned food. Stuff that she doesn't even have the taste for.

"Um.. Hi! I'm sorry, but, are you Princess Alina?" A boy, about her age, in the store uniform, asked her cheerfully, a scanning device in his grasp.

Alina cringed as he mentioned 'Princess'. Did he really have to say that word?

"Uh.. Yes..." Alina trailed off, preparing to drop everything and run, but he managed to cut her off.

"Oh, don't worry! I don't want a selfie or anything. I just think that you're cool." He smiles widely, noticing the slight panic expression she had worn.

"Me? Cool?"

"Oh God, I'm an idiot. A big idiot. You probably don't use that word, don't you? Hmm, uh, I think you are exquisite."

Alina still stood silently, almost dropping the can of beans she was holding earlier.

Exquisite? Really?

"Oh Gosh I scared you, didn't I? Uh, I'm James." He offered his hand, which she gladly accepted. He seemed nice, in a way.

"Well, I would say my name, but since you already know me.." Alina smiles, putting back the canned beans.
She admired the glint of happiness in his eyes. How can someone be so.. happy?

James's smile grew wider, forming dimples. His auburn hair glistened under the bright store lamps, and Alina noticed his shirt had a coffee stain.

"So, would you want to grab coffee sometime?" He asks, leaning against one of the store shelves.

Alina's expression morphed from calm to serious in a split second, unable to utter a word.

"Sorry, I'm.. uh..taken. Yes, taken."

"Ohh, okay. I didn't know. Since I've never seen you with someone.." He laughs dryly, laughing stupidly at Alina's expression.

Alina pondered, confused, unable to understand what this young man's point.

"By the way, Princess, that guy keeps looking at you. Just thought you should know." He whispers, leaving her bedazzled.

She refused to turn around, hoping that one of her worst nightmares wouldn't come to life. Her palms became sweaty as she winced, preparing for the worst.

Had he finally found me? Is he back here to hurt me?

She prepared to scream as she felt two strong arms grabbing her by her waist, pulling her onto someone's strong chest.

She felt lips slowly brushing against her shoulder.

She closed her eyes, in pure panic.

"So.. you're taken?" He asks suddenly, his thick deep voice ringing in her ears.

Her eyes opened in realization. Damian.

"You scared me, you fool!" She exclaims, trying to move from his grasp, but he held her still.

"That's what I do."

"Actually yes, that's correct. You do scare people."

"Shush.." He hushes her, planting a quick kiss on her cheek.

"You do realize we're in a grocery store, right?" Damian laughs, ignoring her, and pecks her neck.

"Did you just.. kiss my neck?!" She whispers loudly, mortified.

"Oh, my apologies, Princess, I'm too bad for you."

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- Talia & Damian scene taken from : Batman & Robin, Vol. 2

- The movie where Talia wanted to kill Damian, but later on her ship explodes: Batman, Bad Blood

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         Sophia ⚜️