( oo6. wrong accusations )
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"What are you doing, dude?" Storm looked skeptically at the drawing Damian was almost finished with.

DAMIAN HUFFED AS HE put the pencil down and gave Storm an intense glare. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He said while Storm was well aware that she was exasperating him to the point where he was pissed at her questioning him for the past thirty minutes.

"Well you've been playing artist for half an hour," Storm complained. "It doesn't have to be perfect."

"If you have a problem with it, then you can draw it." Storm sighed and gave him a glare, which resulted in Damian continuing the drawing of the cell. "I thought so."

Storm only shrugged her shoulders and sat up straight on the couch. "You know what? It doesn't even matter. I have a whole two hours before I need to head back home," She said while Damian still remained silent. "Is this your first group project or something?"

"No."

"I feel bad for your past teammates then," She responded to the irritated boy that sat next to her. "And your fangirls." She added with a mischievous smirk, trying to piss him off even more.

"Quit being a pest, Anderson." Damian finally finished the drawing.

She only huffed in response and crossed her arms, obviously bored. "Quit being an asshole, Wayne." She murmured under her breath, rolling her eyes.

"Do you have any water bottles or anything? I'm thirsty." Storm asked Damian with a bored expression on her face.

"Down the hall, then make a right." The boy briefly answered Storm, relieved that they wouldn't have to sit in awkward silence for who knows how long. He still found the girl a little... different than everyone else in GA. It was kind of weird to even think about.

And it wasn't even about how she acted towards him last week. It was her personality in general. She was more outgoing than most people, and sometimes it seemed to hurt people's feelings... not that she hurt his or anything. At least that's what he thought. He has never felt so offended in his life whatsoever.

Meanwhile, Storm could always look back at the moment and laugh. Especially after meeting the Wayne's brothers. It actually made her want to piss of Damian Wayne for a living. However, Storm had more things to focus on, finding the correct hallway was one of them.

It would've been nice to know that it was more than one hallway in one place, Storm thought to herself, as she just went along the hallway on the left. She began to question if she was going the right way, as she also complained about doing all of that just to find the freaking kitchen.

"Lost?" A voice asked from behind Storm, causing her to slightly jump in surprise. She turned around to meet a somewhat familiar face that looked like an older Damian. That's when she automatically knew he was Bruce Wayne, which slightly made her nervous, even though she didn't know why.

She gave him a light shrug and an awkward smile. "Yeah, sorry. I was trying to get to the kitchen so I could get a water bottle but Damian obviously isn't good with directions... " Storm tried to stay as neutral as possible, considering she knew how awkward she was being. She had a thought that the older man had a feeling that she was being very quirky and odd.

"It's fine. This isn't the first time this has happened with our guests," He gave Storm a warm smile in return, which confused Storm. "As soon as you walk out, you should see the other hallway that's leads you to the kitchen. You should see a group of water bottles on the second shelf."

Storm stood there dumbfounded. "Thank you, uh— Mr. Wayne." She responded as she began to walk the same way she came in.

"Just Bruce is fine." The older man said back as Storm  oddly exited the hallway. She could've sworn his face went into confusion after she had left, but maybe it was just her.

That was weird as hell, She thought as she made her way to the correct hallway. How did he get behind her without making any type of noise? Storm ignored the awkward encounter when she finally found the kitchen, which was so huge, that it was about the same size as her huge bedroom.

It's a manor, dumbass. Of course everything is huge, She criticized herself.  She went towards the refrigerator and opened it, revealing the cluster of water bottles that laid on the second shelf like Bruce said.

But then something happened. She immediately got same feeling from last weekend. Not only was she cautious, she was slowly getting creeped out, the longer she stayed there, so she hurried and grabbed the water and left immediately. She questioned whether she was just being paranoid or not. Storm was just doing fine, so where were these strange, creepy feelings coming from?

She forgot all about it and found her way back to the living room without a problem, which was surprising to Storm. However, Damian wasn't sitting on the fancy furniture anymore. She turned around and back, confused to where he could be. A random thought just popped into Storm's head, though. She took out her phone and saw that it was almost 7:00, so she grabbed her backpack that rested by the sofa as well as her bottle of water.

"What are you doing?" A voice startled Storm from behind her, causing her to slightly jump.

Is this some type of creepy Wayne shit or something? Storm said in her head, experiencing the situation a second time in only fifteen minutes. However, Storm only cleared her throat and said, "It's almost 7:00, so I have to head back home."

That only resulted in Damian's eyes narrowing down to slits, looking at her suspiciously, but they eventually went back to normal within seconds. "I'll ask Pennyworth to take you back, I suppose." He said to Storm.

"It's fine, I can walk. Since we're not far from my home, it should only take me twenty minutes to get back." Storm responded as she made her way towards the front door. She opened the huge door on the right and before she walked away, she turned around with a pointed finger in the air, as if she forgot to say something. "Oh yeah, I ran into your dad earlier. Cool guy."

Damian immediately looked at her with a confused expression on his face. "Wait what?"

"Hey, don't look at me like that. You gave me some shitty directions and I got lost." The girl shrugged her shoulders at the boy in front of her, who rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Welp, I gotta go. Try not to miss me too much, would you?" Storm said sarcastically as she finally continued to walk.

"Goodbye, Anderson." Damian said in an irritated tone. After he closed the door, he turned around, only to be face to face with second oldest brother of the family, who had a mischievous smirk on his face. "What do you want, Todd?"

"Your friend seems nice, demon spawn." Jason teased him, earning a growl from Damian.

"First off, she's not my friend," Damian started. "And thanks for egging that shit on. If she ends up calling me demon spawn every time we meet, I'll ruthlessly murder you in your sleep." He threatened through gritted teeth.

Jason slap his hand over his chest with fake shock. "Ouch."

Meanwhile, Storm was now only ten minutes from her apartment building. But that same feeling was coming back, again. She one hundred percent thought she was paranoid now. I'm so fucking paranoid, she thought. She thought someone was watching her, again, and this time she was sure of it because she felt someone's presence swishing past her every now and then.

I really don't have time for any creep shit, She mentally said. All she had to do was go through the next ten minutes without feeling so creeped out. However she somehow managed to get passed the streets of Gotham to her home.

As soon as she made it up to the third floor and to her apartment, she quickly stepped inside with relief as spotted her mom in the kitchen, putting a circled shaped pastry in the oven, assuming she was baking a cake. Chocolate to be exact, which her mother knew was her favorite.

"Hey, sweetie! How was your day?" Trina greeted her daughter with a warm smile.

"It was alright. To be honest, I didn't expect my teacher to pair me with the Wayne kid. I don't mind helping anyone... but why him?" Storm complained.

Her mother looked confused at what she said. "So... you don't want to work with him... ? Baby, you gotta be more specific than that." She half joked at her daughter's rhetorical question.

"Damian Wayne's a jerk. The only fun thing I can do is make fun of him with his brothers, who obviously have more sense of humor than him," She responded with a blank expression as her shoulders dropped. "But my biology teacher wants me to work with him so I'm stuck with him for two weeks. Yippee."

"Storm," Trina have her daughter one of those looks. It wasn't anything new to them.

"Yeah... ?"

"Storm," She said again with a slight smirk on her face.

"Mom, come on." Storm groaned.

Trina slightly laughed as she crossed her arms in front of her. "It's only two weeks. It's not like you're living with him for the rest of your life," She explained to Storm, who slightly pouted her lips.

"I suppose your right," Storm shrugged her shoulders in response. "Where's dad?"

"He had to work late today. He probably won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. You know how Arkham is." Trina explained to Storm as she got ready to pile herself on her bed.

"Well, I'm about to go watch Netflix, so if you need anything just call me." She replied, as her mother nodded and continued to let the cake bake. Storm began walking down the hallway, towards her bedroom. She plopped down on her bed in relief after another boring school day. As she made herself comfortable in her bed, she grabbed the remote control off of her dresser and turned the TV on.

Storm knew she had to go over Damian's house again. She didn't want to... but she had to. I mean hey, his brothers are cool, she said to herself as she began to watch the screen in front of her.

          IT'S BEEN YEARS SINCE BATMAN found himself in Nanda Parbat. Not since his last encounter with Slade that occurred six years ago, the same year he met his son for the first time. He wasn't scared of going, he was just tired of 'visiting'. Nightwing and Batman were both figuring out a way to get in without getting caught by one the assassins that were all over the building.

Batman looked towards Nightwing as he motioned his hands towards the side window to make sure no one was there. As soon as Nightwing nodded, they both crept around the other side where Shiva was. The sound of broken glass echoed throughout the room that only Shiva could hear, and on instinct, she took out both of her swords from behind her back. There was a moment of silence where they just have each other suspicious glares.

"Didn't expect Batman and his little sidekick to show up today." Shiva started with her swords still out, just in case she needed to attack.

"Don't flatter yourself, Shiva. We're only here to ask some questions and we'll be on our way." Batman responded to the woman that stood before them.

Lowering her swords, she looked at them both confused. "I have nothing to do with your city's business. What's so important that I had to be dragged into your mess?" She asked both vigilantes.

"Believe us, you're more apart of this than you think." Nightwing said, pulling about the pin with the league's symbol on it. Shiva's eyes widened at the symbol, clearly recognizing it. "Tell me what you know about this pin."

"Ra's al Ghul carried those around a long time ago. I myself don't know much about them, nor have access to those." Shiva responded

Batman's glare got stronger. "Well, one of your assassins clearly took a stab at it last night," He walked closer to her. "I don't have time for any of your games, Shiva. One of your assassins killed a man yesterday. Either you're lying, or you don't know your people as well as you think you do."

"How stupid do you think I am? I know my own assassins, Batman. Like I said, none of us have anything to do with your city's business. Besides, we don't kill unless it's for a specific purpose. There's no purpose for murdering your people." Shiva argued back. However, it was clear to them that she wasn't lying.

Batman and Nightwing took a look at each other and then glanced back at Shiva. Nightwing asked, "So if it wasn't the league... who did it?"

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PUBLISHED ──── 12/03/2020

AUTHOR'S NOTE ──── heyy yall !! i know i haven't published in a little while but schools a bich so... 😭 anyways, i hope yall liked the chapter and i shall be in class right now ☠️