Heyyy...how y'all doing....

so this book never got adopted and there's been a load of people commenting recently on this thing so i felt a little bad for leaving it the way did 

thank luxuriousmisery for pestering me (jk love you kiddo) 

on with this story 

Damian woke up with a terrible migraine, one he'd come to associate with the side effects of knock out gas. He looked around his surroundings but there wasn't much to see. There was a light above him which showed he was sitting in a room he took a moment to recognise. It was one of the solitary rooms he'd seen when he was with The League of Assassins. It'd been a while since he'd seen them, even longer since he saw the inside of one. The door to the room was closed with the small window showing the outside hall shut. He felt a weight against his side and looked down to see Dick was leaning on him. There were soft snores coming from him so he was still out of it. Not too surprising given that he was likely still new to being knocked out. He moved the boy so he was laying on his side then got up to inspect the room further. There wasn't a lot to see and when he tried the door it was locked. Worth a shot he supposed. He pressed his ear against the door yet couldn't hear anything. They were alone for now. He went back over to Dick and gently shook him awake. "Grayson, wake up," he ordered. The younger grumbled as he opened his eyes and stared dazedly at the other. "I suspect we've been kidnapped presumably by the person who turned you into a child."

"What makes you say that?" he replied, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. 

"Who else would capture you?" Damian responded. "Question is, why are those people The League of Assassins?" Dick shrugged and got to his feet, beginning to stretch. "What are doing?"

"Stretching."

"Why?"

"Well, they'll come for us eventually, right? We gotta be ready for when that door opens. May as well pass the time prepping." He moved to stand on his hands and moved around. Damian watched as he performed little tricks. It was nothing he hadn't seen the other do before but it was almost impressive that he'd been able to do it so young. It took dedication to pull off the tricks however useless they were. "So LoA...they're bad guys. They do bad things obviously but what's that got to do with me? Turning me into a child too doesn't make much sense either. I don't really have a bloodlust."

"Can't you think silently?" 

"Not really. You got any ideas?" The older shook his head. "Hm. Talia never did things like this but I've only met her a few times. At least, this version of me has." He did a backflip then returned to walking on his hands. 

"My mother is smart. Whatever she does has a purpose yet the purpose of this is lost on me." Dick raised an eyebrow at the title of mother. Damian could tell he was intrigued but he wasn't in the mood to get into the complicated history between his mother and father. He was never in the mood at the best of times either but certainly not at all now. "Not a word about it."

"Lips are sealed. You have a point though," he stated. He did a cartwheel before ending up in front of the ex-assassin. "There is a purpose to this. We just need a new perspective"

"And how do you suggest we do that?" 

"Like this," he replied. He did a backbend until his head was peaking through his legs. 

"I'm not some silly circus performer."

"Don't say it like that," Dick scolded. He looked genuinely insulted by the comment which wasn't his usual reaction to his jabs. Oddly enough it made the teen feel awkward. Such a small person being so serious was very off-putting. 

"Apologies," he muttered. As soon as that scowl was on Dick's features, it was gone and replaced with his usual smile. God, this kid was weird.

After a few cartwheels, the acrobat gave up and plopped to the ground. "None of this makes any sense. I'm not an assassin, I'm just a kid," he huffed. Damian hummed but then the more he thought about what Dick had said, the more he had an idea form. He'd been told about the Teen Titan days. How Slade insisted on keeping Dick as his protégé despite how hard it would be for that to be the case. By the time the mercenary had come around, Dick had been in the game for many years and was committed to being a hero. Yet that fascination remained and even now the criminal made jokes about it. Jokes or perhaps threats? Those comments didn't seem very funny now and he wouldn't have thought much of it at the time but now he saw that meaning. He should've paid attention sooner. Slade has links with the League of Assassins. Why would Talia get involved? Keeping up an alliance most likely. Outsourcing like she had wasn't her style though. She made sure things were perfectly done. Unless this was give and take. Her people would take the tech, his people would do the deed, her people would take Dick and then... well they'd hand over the cargo. Damian assumed he wasn't supposed to be here. He didn't want to think about how hard it would have been for the younger to wake up in this room on his own not knowing where he was. He'd been through enough as it is. "Hey, Earth to Dami!" Dick announced, snapping his fingers in front of Damian's face. The older huffed and batted his hand away. "Whatcha thinking about?"

"Grayson, have you heard of a Slade Wilson? He also goes by Deathstroke?" he replied. Why so young? Had he meant to be so young? Unless the pain was for longevity. A new malleable canvas that was proven to be a success in the future. Only that success had to be manipulated into something for suiting of the criminal underworld. Dick thought about the name for a good while but eventually shrugged. It was innocent. Too innocent for the plans that would befall him. Even without the details, Damian could get an idea of what was going to happen if his theory was correct. None of which he wanted to happen to the younger. 

"Am I supposed to know?" Dick asked.

"You may be too young. He could've wanted that." The acrobat shrugged and went close to the door. "What're you doing?"

"Listening. We must've been out for hours given how strong the smell of that gas was and how small we are-

"-I'm not that small-"

"-then we must've been awake for at least twenty minutes. Too long to leave hostages alone." He pressed his ear against the cool metal door and listened. Everything was muffled of course and there was nothing to listen to anyway. Well, there wasn't until he heard a set of synchronised footsteps. He glanced to Damian with a fretful look. "We have company."

I'll try to update this more often but do not get your hopes up *dabs*