Just a happier chapter...
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Leona's POV

"Leona"

"She's not going to wake up"

"Shut up Gordon"

I growled lowly, I am a creature of the night, it is way to early to wake at this hour. A gasp was heard to my left.

"Okay Damian, so you and Dick weren't lying when you said she has Cat Powers"

I growled lower this time.

"I swear Leona if you don't wake up I'll kick you down these stairs"

I groaned and opened my eyes slightly to see Damian's Green eyes in front of me. Behind him was a girl with red hair, I can sense fear radiating off of her. I turned over quickly to the opposite side of the two, Rest. Is. Much. Needed. A small pain entered the middle of my back and before I knew it I was face down on the ground. That Brat kicked me off the bed, to the other side at that.

I propped my elbows up to get a view of where I was, only seeing a wall.

Damian's POV

I leapt over the bed to the opposite side, where Leona laid staring at a wall, pathetic. She had let me attack while she was in a venerable state. I gripped her ankles, and Cat Girl yelped in surprise, I must admit, as my own blood, that was adorable.

Beginning to drag her Leona dug her claws into the floor, making it challenging, That Brat. "UnHand me Wayne"  she spat. I could tell her grip was loosening...

Leona's POV

My grip was loosening, Oh shit, Oh shit. I can't be this venerable, yet I was very low on energy. It wasn't long when I let go. I heard Damian snicker. He began to tug me down the long hallway, not stopping once. I looked up to see the red head beaming down on me, she had a apologetic smile.

I was tempted to kick Damian in the jaw, but also tired, so tired...

"You better not fall asleep on me Cat Girl, your already heavy enough as it is"

I flexed my right foot slightly and extended the claws on my toes, they also scoop underneath the human nails, since I was on my stomach I was able to jab a nail from under his arm. His hands let go. I twisted my body to stand, I'll show this Demon to mess with me.

"What the H-"

"Language"

The red head cut off Damian from finishing his sentence. Wait, who is this read head, Gordon was her name? She must of noticed my confusion because she was quickly apologizing. "Sorry, I hadn't had time to introduce myself yet, Barbra Gordon", Barbra stuck out her hand, "Everyone calls me Babs". I eyed the hand warily, What is she doing.

"Shake her hand dumba-"

"DAMIAN"

Barbra glared coldly at Damian. Okay time to get some answers. "Why am I here, and what are we doing, if I don't get any answers I'll slit your throats" I threatened in a calm yet intimidating tone. I know it was an empty threat, but considering my background, they took it in consideration. Damian cleared his throat, yeah, like he's royalty or something. "Father told me to retrieve you, and Gordon is here to dress you". I scrunched my eyebrows, looking like my Mother whenever I was angered or very formal. "Dress me, where am I going" I spat. "We" Barbra corrected "Bruce wants to have everyone bond and meet you". I groaned and put a hand on my forehead, "It's mandatory" Barbra continued in her calm voice.

Barbra took my wrist and tugged me to another one of the many rooms. The first thing that caught my eyes where the brightly colored outfits laid, they smelled like spandex and rubber. Barbra closed the door, nearly slamming it in Damian's face.

I recognized the outfits, Swim Suits I believe, some looked like lingerie to me. Barbra let go of my wrist and focused on the Swim Suits. She suddenly stopped, "Uh...Leona, how old are you". "10 years of age, yet I will be eleven exactly 9 weeks after my brother, making me the younger sibling". I was younger since I had to spend a extra 9 weeks in the artificial womb to let the Jaguar DNA fuse with my body.

Barbra switched her gaze to me with a small smirk, "Really you look older due to your height and..You look a lot like your Mother". I knew what she meant but brushed it off, "Yes, My Mother has been complimented for her beauty multiple times, my grandfather often said I look just like her". Barbra nodded and glanced back to the Swim Suits, she handed me what looked like Black shorts and a br-

"Barbra what is this" I asked, eyeing the clothing. She laughed softly, "Just let me see how you look in it, it's least revealing swim suit I have, I thought you were older", She pointed to a close door, which I guess is the bathroom.

I stripped and changed into the swim suit.

The shorts were skin tight and ended right under my bottom. There was a light grey stripe on each side of it. The top was quite difficult. It was also black. It covered my breasts fully, yet the straps were utterly confusing. They grey straps came in threes and crossed over eachother on my back, making it nearly impossible to get comfortable and find the right direction. Not to mention the straps overlapped eachother.

There was a tall mirror that allowed me to completely see myself. I did look like my mother, a lot. The outfit was revealing, it showed my stomach and legs. I am not self conscious, I've wore outfits similar to this, but I'm... I feel sick on the inside...I look so much like my mother now. My nose began to burn, wait. I am a Al Ghul, I Don't show weakness, I never show weakness.

Loud Banging on the door erupted me from my thoughts, a shout following it. "Leona hurry up, I need to change to". My hand rested on the door knob, one last change...

"Stop banging on the door Barbra, it's a annoyance" I shouted back. I heard her sigh loudly from the other side. Concentrating on my reflection and movements I began to undo the braids in my hair. They were now wavy and often entering my field of vision, making it hard to do the rest. Finally done I glanced around the counters, a brush, perfect. My wild hair tickled my back and face, seeing as it stopped just above the middle of my back. I brushed swiftly through my hair, parting it in the middle. It may look wild, but it is tamable. I plucked the matted hairs from the needle of the brush and set it down.

Taking one more look in the mirror I opened the door. Barbra stopped what she was doing and looked at me with wide eyes. "You look beautiful" she breathed. I suddenly felt my cheeks heat up slightly, why was I nervous at getting a compliment, I was always praised with the league. I noticed Barbra was in shorts and a loose tank top, why was she not in a Swim Suit.

She must of noticed my confusion, again. "I have my swim suit underneath" she explained. Barbra then pointed at a thin skirt, it was black also, like most or my outfit, "Put it on, it makes your outfit less revealing". I obliged and draped the loose skirt over my hips. There was a slit on the left side, from my view. I tied the strings into a tight knot to keep the skirt from slipping, just now noticing the length of the skirt, the ends brushed the ground. I crossed my arms and jutted out my hips, all this work to swim, "Gordon can I go now, all this trouble to swim is exhausting". I forgot I was actually tired, all that tiredness seemed to disappear in the middle of all of this though. I brushed my hair from my face. "One more thing" she said, she began to rummage around the bed that was covered in clothes and such. "Here" she tossed me a loose white tee. I pulled it over my top. The strands of the swim suit peeked through near my neck, besides that they were completely covered. I was getting impatient now. "Can we go now" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Yes Leona" she sighed. I grinned and nearly ran out of the room.

Which way was the staircase? Shouts from below answered my question and I followed the noise. The staircase was luckily close.

I entered the main room, the living room I believe.

"She isn't a killer Tim, just mislead"

"Damian already tried to murder me in my sleep, you think I trust her"

"Do Not insult my blood Drake"

I decided to cut in, Tim, hm. "Tim Drake, third adopted son of Bruce Wayne, Mother told me there were four adopted sons of Bruce Wayne, I found out the rest". Four heads turned to me, I recognized Bruce, Damian, and Dick, the older boy must be Tim. He looked about 15 or 16. He cocked his head to the side and stared at me, "You don't look murderous, unlike Demon here". I growled, revealing my Jaguar side, anger boiled inside me. "Insult my own Blood again, and I'll hang your head on your own grave" I snarled, this was not a empty threat. I do not like Damian, yet he's the most tolerable out of everyone I met, Barbra is also.

Tim paled before quickly shaking it off, "I've heard worse". I know my eyes were turning Amber now, "I can sense your fear Timothy, it's radiating off you slightly, along with annoyance". Tim looked shocked, good, he looked away from me.

Dick cleared his throat, "Uh, where's Babs". I shrugged in response. Wait. Footsteps came from behind me, and the scent...Babs, er Barbra. "She'll be here shortly, she's in the hallway". "And you know this how" Tim asked, he was unsure at how I knew so specifically. I pointed to my ears, "Jaguar DNA gave me enhanced hearing and Smell". He crossed his arms and nodded slowly, ugh this imbecile doesn't believe me, "anything else" he mumbled under his breath. Human ears couldn't hear from how softly he whispered it. I narrowed my eyes at him, "I heard what you said you idiot, and yes, I have claws and fangs" I growled. 

"Sorry for the wait"

It was Babs soft voice coming from behind me. I moved to the side, now noticing I was standing in the middle of the staircase. I glanced around the room. All of the guys were in, what are they called, Swim Trunks, yes. "So Leona" DIck began, ugh can we please go, "Do you know how to swim". Of all questions to ask. I scoffed, "I was trained by Assassins, why would I not", He is a annoyance even without being cocky.

"I thought Cats didn't like water"

"I thought you would have the brain capacity to realize im not a Cat, imbecile, I suppose we were both wrong"

Yes, I also have a bad temper, not my best trait, Timothy is a annoyance worse than Dick, he assumes I will be identical to my Brother, and believes he can outsmart me, idiot.

I also have a short patience level, which was getting shorter every second we stand at this damned Manor. "Anything else" I mocked that annoyance, Tim.

Bruce shook his head, "Nope, we were just waiting for Barbra, and im pretty sure you've met Tim". Yes the joy and sunshine Tim, Note the sarcasm.

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The smell of salt filled my nose. I have only been to an ocean for training, it was not very pleasurable. I was sitting between Damian and Tim, and to say the least, it was not fun. That annoyance and my Demon of a sibling were arguing repeatedly, it was only when They crawled over to me that I drew blood, just a prick on whatever skin My claws came in contact with. I got Damian in his side, and Tim on his thigh, and may have mumbled some "words" in Arabic. Only Damian heard, and snickered at the comment.

What's so wrong about saying, "whamal 'ann tahsul jafatahum mawjatan" (I hope you get swept away by a wave).

Luckily Damian was quick to exit the vehicle, the annoyance didn't have time to reply to my comment.

I leapt down to the ground and stretched my limbs, Small spaces were easy to fit into, yet being forced into a small space is my only weakness. Mother once told me, since the DNA had changed my brain and thoughts, whenever I was caged or trapped the Jaguar side would take over and I would become feral.

I adjusted the skirt that seemed to twist to the left ever so slightly. Dick carried a inflatable, multicolored ball, alonwith other objects for entertainment. He had a smirk plastered on his face the entire time. Barbra carried large bright towels, and Bruce held a large "cooler" while he conversed with Pennyworth on where and when to "pick us up". A light push, or jab entered my side, I glared at the Demon before me.

"What Damian" I growled in a low voice. I faced my sibling, seeing a sly grin on his face. He pointed towards Tim and Dick. Tim was red faced and shouting at Dick, who his signature smirk on. I didn't have to strain my ears much to hear what they were saying, their shouts were enough.

"-Not have a crush on Steph"

"Aw Timmy, don't deny your feelings"

"S-Shut up"

A small chuckle escaped my lips. It almost felt completely foreign to even chuckle. Laughter was not something that occurred often with the League, and only chuckles at the most. There actually isn't one moment I can remember laughing loudly or with complete utter joy.

"So she laughs, or chuckles at least" Damian said in triumph. He puffed out his chest, looking like an idiot, I made a disgusted face at him. He took noticed and stopped completely, averting his eyes from my gaze. "Father said I should try to be humorous to bond with you", He almost said it sheepishly, No, could he. Damian brought his eyes back to mine. He narrowed them, was he, studying me? "You really do look a lot like Mother". I nodded at the comment. Who else is going say I look like my Mother.

"Damian, Leona, how about instead of standing around, you help out with unloading"

I shrugged, I guess Red Robin couldn't handle it for himself, as predicted

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