All Grown Up // Damian Wayne // Kidnapped AU

just gone

TW: KIDNAPPING. BULLYING. HOMOPHOBIA. SEXUAL ASSULT.

Damian POV... 

as I was sitting in my class, watching the clock with eyes full of dread. 5 minutes to go. I don't wanna face father after the argument that took place pace this morning.

~flashback~

"father, school is for imbecile's. I already know enough to graduate high school. I do not wish to return" I stated with anger as I crossed my arms. my father let out a frustrated sigh.

"Damian, how many times do we have to go over this. you need to go to school and be around other children your own age. now get in the car, Alfred will take you there and back"

"fine. I hate this, I hate school and I hate you" I stormed toward the door. I just couldn't stand going to school, once I reached the door I looked back at father " tell pennyworth I'll walk" and with that I slammed the front door as hard as I possibly could and made my way to school.

~end of flashback~

I must admit that I do regret what I said, however I still do not wish to be a school student. I may only be 10 but I am extremely intelligent and I am robin. I shouldn't be forced to spend all day with these idiotic children.

I look outside to see that it is raining cats and dogs. damn. I thought, I have to walk back to the manor. I could call father and have pennyworth pick me up but I wouldn't dare show such weakness after an argument such as that. 

I heard the final bell ring and I walked out of the classroom to my locker. as I approached I saw that someone had scribbled the word "FAG" onto my locker in black marker pen. I know right, my second week and i'm already the target of some lowlife that wants to take his anger out on random people. I see a group of people from my year standing around. some look at me with sympathy, others look at me and smirk as if proud and others are laughing whilst taking pictures and videos. 

I don't respond to them, I simply walk past then and retrieve my things from my locker, then walk to the school entrance and leave. it's completely foolish, im not even gay.

about half way home I notice a car that has driven past me 3 times. I stopped to look in the window, only for a cloth to be placed over my mouth from behind. I tried really hard to fight it. I clawed at the hand over my mouth but whomever it was had a firm grip. then everything became black.

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Bruce's POV...

6:30pm and Damian is still not home from school. I have drawn up two conclusions as to why he is this late, 1: he is refusing to come home because of the argument or 2: he is missing.

it's late and dark enough for me to go out as batman, I dress in my costume and leave to go look for him.

I do the most logical thing and start at the school, I inspect the school grounds and find no trace of him. Then I start following the rout he would walk home, I get about halfway back to the manor and start thinking about other places to search, still holding out hope that he is just being stubborn, but as soon as I start to walk away I see paper on the ground, I walk closer and see that it is fallen from a backpack. I immediately recognise it as Damian's  collect his things then race back to the batcave. Once I arrive I see my eldest son, dick, sitting at the computer. I place down Damian's things and walk over to him, see that he was working in some low lever drug case I push him out of the way and start working.

"hay! what gives"

"Damian is missing" I say bluntly not really caring for his reaction. the only thing I care about is finding my youngest.

"what! are you sure? how do you know?" 

"he didn't come home and I found his backpack halfway from here to the school" I saw a look of determination settle on dicks face before he ran out, most likely to try and locate his brother.

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Damian's POV...

I woke up with duct tape over my mouth and i'm handcuffed to a radiator. I cant see a thing, everything it to dark. I need to figure out where I am, im not an idiot so I stay quiet and listen, after about five minutes a man walks through to door and I can tell that I am in a bedroom with blacked out windows. the man walks up to me and I just stare at him, he pulls the tape from my mouth making it slightly easier to breath, but before anything else he holds a gun to my head, I stiffen and my breath hitches.

"hey there, how ya feeling?" I don't say anything I just give him my best bat glare although it probably has no effect considering I am shit scared. "not talking huh, that's no problem. I guess i'll talk. your name is mark and you are 11 years old. you live in bludhaven, for the moment, and you are my son. do you understand that mark?"

"what the hell is wrong with you?! what are you talking about?" 

"ahahah, talking back will get you a punishment, son."

"i'm not your son!"

"then who's are you? Bruce Wayne? I don't really think he wants anything to do with you. after all you did say that you hate him" it hits me like a wall. he's right. possibly the last thing I ever said to my father was that I hate him, without noticing it, hot tears started to stream down my face. "hush now, don't dry" he puts his hand on my face and strokes away the tears. im terrified, I am never terrified. im Damian, mother fucking, Wayne. I was raised by assassins, my father is the batman. my father who doesn't want me. whoever this was, was correct. after what I said to father he most likely isn't even looking for me. I feel his hand run down the side of my body and rest on my hip. im pulled out of my thoughts by his actions. 

"GET OF ME !" I scream while struggling, but all the man does is pick up the gun and I immediately stop thrashing around.

"why don't I go over some rules with you? 1: don't ever talk back to me 2: don't ever say no to something I ask you to do 3: and this one is super important, don't ever, EVER, try and leave me. I have friends in Gotham and will shoot your father and brothers in the head if I ask then to. do you  understand? mark!" 

"y-yes"

"yes what? you are to address me as your father!"

"yes fa-father"

"good boy" he says in a seductive tone that makes shivers run down my spine. I don't wanna live right now, I don't want to be part of this, I don't want to be here.

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word count: 1,179

yooooooooooooo this is my second story on here and it is depressing as hell.

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