(Fat stile means it is a different language)
Damian and Kory arrived at the clinic and Damian was holding onto the car for dear life.
"That was harder than I had imagined." Kory said with a slight smile. Daman glared at her before another contraction hit and he groaned in pain. Kory made her way out and picked Damian up. This time Damian didn't complain, he was too busy trying to get through the pain. He had felt many different pains in his lifetime but this was a new kind.
They arrived through the doors and Kory carried Damian up to the receptionist that jumped a bit in their chair as he saw the tamaranean. Damian turned his head and looked at them.
"Damian Wayne. Please call Dr Tomkins." The receptionist nodded and made a call, a minute later Leslie arrived through a door with a wheelchair. She indicated for Kory to put him in it but she held him closer to her, giving a protective alpha growl. Damian smiled a little, he liked how protective Kory was over him. She was like a big sister, almost like a mother. Not that he truly knew what that was like. Kory carried him into a hospital room and put him down on the med bed as Leslie got to work.
"You are a bit early Damian." She said with a smile.
"No fucking shit. Just get the bastards out of me." Leslie laughed lightly.
"Your mood swings have gotten better I see." She said sarcastically and Damian rolled his eyes. Leslie pulled up his shirt from his stomach and placed the sonogram against it looking at a screen. "You are already quite far along but I think it will be safest for you if we perform a c section. Damian looked at her with a serious face.
"Will you have to put me under?" Leslie turned off the sonogram and turned to Damian.
"No, I'll give you an epidural, it's still early enough." Damian let out a sigh of relief. Then he turned to Kory. "Where is Jason? Have you gotten a hold of him?" Kory looked at her phone.
"Dick hasn't called me back. I'll try and call him alright." Kory smiled and walked out as Leslie and a couple of nurses prepared Damian for surgery.
After about 45 minutes they were in an operation room and just about ready. Kory walked in and Damian turned to her.
"Anything?" She shook her head.
"I'm sorry Damian, I can't get in contact with Dick, or Jason and Roy. But Tim is on his way here. He should be here in an hour." Damian rolled his eyes.
*Tt* "Just who I need, fucking Drake." Damian was kinda lying, he was scared and just having Tim by his side would make him feel better, but he wouldn't admit that. He turned back to Kory. "What about father, or pennyworth?" Kory shook her head. And Damian felt like he wanted to cry. Okay maybe having everyone leave so close to his due date wasn't such a good idea. He couldn't do this by himself, could he? He felt so weak. At least if Jason was here he wouldn't feel so weak. A tear escaped his eye and Kory walked up taking his hand.
"I know Damian but it will be alright I promise."Damian nodded. He was happy Kory was there.
"Alright Damian we are going to start." Damian nodded and took a new grip on Korys hand. It was tense and the doctors worked in silence. The long silence was almost killing Damian until he heard a high scream of a baby. And he felt his heart warm. He couldn't see the doctor because of the parsley set up above his chest. He waited in suspense as the room filled with another cry. Leslie looked past the block set up.
"Congratulations Damian. You have two healthy baby boys." She smiled and a laugh hitched in Damians through. "We are just going to to some checks and you will see them in recovery." Damian nodded, then turned to Kory.'
"Can you go with them, please." Kory nodded and she walked out. They walked out and the room became quiet again. At first he didn't think much of it but after a while he noticed that it wasn't just the room, it was the entire building. He looked up.
"Leslie?" Damian could see Leslie standing at his side, probably closing him up. but she wasn't talking. "Leslie!" Damian used his strength to tare down the separator and his voice hitched when he saw a gun pointed at Leslies head. Damian was just about stitched up and Leslie seemed to be finishing the job. Damian looked at the man and growled.
"Don't bother Ibn." A voice said in Arabic. Damian froze. That voice. He turned his head as much as he could and behind him stood his mother.
"Talia." He said, terrified. "What are you..?"
"You really think you could hide the birth of my grandchildren from me, Ibn? Or the mere fact that you let yourself be marked?" Damian was petrified. He wouldn't admit it but his mother scared him more than she should. She still held so much power over him. She walked up standing next to his bed. Looking him over, a knife in her hand. She moved the knife bending his head to the side with it to inspect Jason's mark. "Disgraceful." Damian clenched his eyes shut. Addressing his mother in Arabic.
"Mother, what do you want?"
"What is mine son, the children are al ghul. The blood of the demon runs through them. They belong to him." Damian's eyes shut open.
"Mother please you can't, he will kill them, grandfather..." Talia interrupted him.
"Your grandfather will do with his heirs as he sees fit. Just as I will mine." Talia pressed the knife into Damians skin where the mark was and Damian clenched his eyes together, and tried to fight her off but she slapped him hard and struck him in the chest. Delivering many cuts and hits to his body.
"Don't, he is weak, you'll kill him!" Leslie called out and Talia snapped her head to look at her.
"Do what I told you doctor, or you might be next." Leslie gulped and Talia turned back to Damian that was clearly struggling to breathe. Talia bent forward, setting the knife over his right breast.
"Do you see now why you should never be marked Ibn. It makes you weak, dependent. If you would have stayed unmarked you could probably have defeated me, but because your tramp of an alpha is occupied you don't stand a chance." Damian turned to look at her pain in his eyes.
"Occupied?" Talia gave an evil grin.
"I sent Ubu to distract him but there was no need, he was drooling over a beta, completely relaxed and enjoying himself." Damian felt his chest tighten.
"No, you are lying. I know what you are trying to do. You want to break my spirit, make me dough my mate bond to hurt me. But you lie Jason would never..."
"Cheat on you?" Damian's eyes widened and he felt so powerless. He looked away. "Oh beloved, I told you the dangers of mating another, the heartbreak. Alphas are beasts who only care about one thing. And it is not your feelings." Damian clenched his eyes shut again. He was desperately trying to convince himself she was lying. But Talia had been manipulating him since birth to that when he was ten, she knew what to say. "Such a shame really, you were so promising Damian. Me and your grandfather had high hopes for you. But I guess it wasn't meant to be. At least you gave us two new spesements to work on. Goodbye Ibn al xu'ffasch, in the name of the demon I release you." Talia pushed her blade into Damian's chest and he gave a horrific scream. She continued to stab and slice over Damian till he lost consciousness just barely breathing. She placed the knife over his heart and readied to strike. But then she looked at his face and perhaps a bit of sentiment for the boy made her lower her blade and walk away. She stopped and turned to Leslie. "Try and save him, will you." She said before walking away.
Bruce entered the clinic. It was a mess. Looked like a tornado had gone through it.
"Bruce!" He looked up and met Leslies eyes as she came walking out.
"Is he alright?" Leslie looked sad.
"He is unconscious. His mother did hurt him pretty badly. I have him sedated."
"And Koriand'r?"
"She is awake, I don't know how they overpowered her but somehow they did. She is fine but a bit shaken. Have you heard from Jason?" Leslie turned and started walking, still keeping eye contact with Bruce who followed.
"He, Roy, Dick and Tim are tracking down Talia. Hopefully they will get to her before she leaves the country, or hurt the children."
"I don't think she will. Hurt them I mean." Bruce gave her a questioned look. "From my limited Arabic I understood that she told Damian that they were blood, and that they would be treated as such."
"That doesn't mean she won't hurt them. Just look at what she has done against Damian over the years. Even when he was still loyal to her." Leslie opened a door and they walked inside a room. Bruce stopped and his heart fell as he looked at his son. Damian was pale and was laying in a hospital bed. Hooked up to a ventilator. He was bandaged up all over his body and more bruises than he could count. Bruce walked up to him, taking his hand and squeezing it. "I'm so sorry Damian. I should have been there." Bruce turned to Leslie. "Is the ventilator necessary?"
"For now, He had a collapsed lung, we fixed it but the ventilator gives it a better chance to heal. And empty out all the fluid in his lungs." Bruce nodded and turned back to his son.
"Don't worry son, everything is going to be alright."
Arabic translation
Ibn- son
Ibn al xu'ffasch - Son of the bat