Damian's Pov

Damn.

My mind went blank as I stare at the suit. Blank, almost as if my world was falling apart. This confirmed my suspicions, but what was I supposed to do about it? No way I could tell father, so what?

What do I do?

I stood there my mind suddenly whirling, and for the first time ever I thought to myself.

"I wish I never saw that."

Crap crap, what do I do? I can feel my heart pounding, panic rose into my throat. I'm panicking, is this a mental breakdown? This feels like a mental breakdown.

I need an explanation, I realized, I looked at the sleeping (Y/N) her eyes closed peacefully.

Beautiful.

I shook my head violently, it's not time to think about that!

I let out little breaths and tried to think, I need an explanation. That's it, she needs to tell me exactly what's going on. Her two-year disappearance can't be a coincidence with this, her voice was very familiar as well, and she was acting more and more skittish, I should have realized I should have known, what do I do know? Maybe I could...

Stop!

I placed both hands on my head holding it steady, it was throbbing painfully, I need an explanation, but how do I get it? I could flat out ask her... but that might freak her out. Giving her time to process this would be better.

I glance around the room for something to write with, and on the desk, there was a pen and paper. I write that I knew, simple but she was smart enough to know exactly what I meant, just to make sure I unfolded her costume, placed it down, and refolded it. Just to be safe.

I walked down to the chair and waited for her to wake up, watching her chest rise and fall gently.

I don't understand how I feel, not yet, but until I know what to do no one can know.

I looked at her beautiful sleeping face.

Batman, Nightwing, no one, ever.

I have to keep this a secret, I have to cover for her.

Her life depends on it.

Your Pov

I walked down the stairs nervously, my heart pounding in my chest. Tears were gathering in the corner of my eyes, even though I already sobbed out in fear. My eyes were red and puffy, I knew it would hurt to cry again but I hoped that I could hold it together when I saw Damian's face.

When I got to the bottom Alfred was waiting for me, he looks confused about why my eyes are red but doesn't say anything.

"Master Damian has requested your presence in the dining room, shall I guide you, miss?" He asked holding out his arm for me to take. I gave him a nervous smile and grabbed his arm, he started to lead me across the maze of hallways.

My mind wandered, I begged it to not think of the note but that proved to be impossible. As we entered Damian was leaning against the side of the table, he beckoned me and I sat on the chair he had prepared for me. In front of me was a plate of eggs and bacon.

"You must be hungry." He voiced with no emotion.

I stared at him in shock for a bit, am I overreacting? He found out I was 'Savage' the girl with wings, who tried to kill the Joker! My heart pounded harder as options flew into my head.

"Well, eat." he interrupted, snapping me back to reality. I broke my gaze from him and slowly started eating as he watched me carefully.

I finished eating and looked up at Damian with big eyes. Hoping to get some reaction, anger, understanding, sadness, anything! All he did was get up and leave, I scrambled up and followed him out the door trying to match his fast pace.

"Hey, wait!" I grabbed his arm roughly halting him. "Can we talk?" I asked in a gentle voice.

Damian gave me an upset look but still nodded. He leads me down the halls back toward his room and sat down on the bed. I didn't know where to go so I just stood there awkwardly, waiting for something to be said.

"Well, speak." Damian snapped.

I stumbled for words, my throat conveniently forgetting how to speak when I have to the most.

"Listen, Damian..." I finally managed to sputter out "I didn't mean to, it just happened."

"How?"

"It's... complicated"

"Complicated"

"It's a long story"

"We have time" He snorted

"It's a personal story"

"Are we not friends?"

"No, we are but it's more personal than friends" I sputtered

"That makes no sense"

"I know!" I snapped trying to breathe. Tears were welling in my eyes, but I knew if I cried it would be a bad idea.

I took another deep breath and did my best to explain my story to him, not the kidnapped-by-Joker part, but my parents throwing me out. Hy hideous wings, when the topic came up he asked to see them, I was reluctant but I pulled them (threw my shirt, of course, it ripped it, and I liked this shirt but oh well).

His delicate fingers grazed over my feathers, feeling the bone structure. He was less upset with me but still understandably upset. I gripped my chest as he did so because it was just until stupidly later that I realized it ripped the back of my bra open as well, so I tried not to feel embarrassed as I held it in place. I made a mental note to change my bra, very quickly after this conversation.

"I understand but..." I prepared myself for a huge lecture from Damian. He still couldn't get over the fact that I almost killed someone.

He just sighed and shook his head,

"You look guilty enough, so I won't keep lecturing you" He looked disappointed in me and that made my heart squeeze. "

I told him a thousand times I was sorry but one more felt right "Sorry" I mumbled.

He just shook his head and sat me back down on the bed.

"Fold your wings in before someone walks in" He bluntly stated, I held my breath as I folded them back in.

"Get some rest," he told me gently, "we'll talk more tomorrow morning."

Surprised, I looked up at the window and it was dark. We talked all day, and then I realized the nervousness that was keeping me awake wore off. Damian gently lead me back to the guest room, and laid me down in bed, he showed me were the pajamas were but I was too tired to change.

I cuddled under the covers, my costume was still on the chair, I fell asleep looking at that hideous thing. I promised that I would burn it tomorrow morning.

As I drifted to sleep a crash was heard in the background, my sleepy self's eyes fluttered open. A woman stood there a smirk on her face,

"He seems to care about you. Makes him weak." I suddenly felt very sleepy once more. As I was about to pass out all I heard was,

"My son will get over you"

Everything went black.

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