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It’s been a few years since Damian has resided in the Wayne manor with his father and siblings. He has gotten comfortable with the changes from his now past home life and has enjoyed their company and such. But, Damian has been keeping a secret from both his father and siblings now for about 3 months while living in Gotham. He’s a big car racer known in crime alley, the one his siblings and father have been trying to hunt down. Ever since he was young and his mother, Talia, had gifted him a small car book for a special occasion, he has been obsessed. That’s what led to Talia teaching him how to drive at 4 years old. He was thrilled.
Damian was known as Wraithlet among the streets when he wasn’t playing Robin or Dami Wayne. He was mysterious, stealthy, fast, and most noticeable, small. Nobody has beaten him in the 2 months he has been racing. He loves the car he drives, he even funded it himself and stores it 4 miles away from the manor, in a nice garage. He drives a deep, forest green supra; glitter littered in the paint. The rims are alloy wrapped into a gunmetal grey, green and gold accents along the edge of the rim. The car had a carbon fiber hood, roof, and trunk, topped off with a carbon fiber spoiler with gold screws along the bottom. The car itself was beautiful and Damian was proud of it. He had even sent his mother a picture when he finished building it. She was thrilled and said she would love a ride when she gets a chance to get a break from the league. He had to be careful when driving to said car meets and races because he is only 13, he wasn't old enough to legally drive. Not that he truly cared enough.
The Arab boy sighed in thought, finishing his homework in 4 minutes on the dot since he was taught this topic already in the league. He still didn’t understand why father wouldn’t let him do homeschooling. He stroked Titus’s fur as he sat beside his bed, smiling down at the great dane below. Tonight, he didn’t have to patrol with his idiotic brother’s, which gave him joy. Once they left for patrol, he’d sneak out as well through the Manor’s blind spots after dinner so Alfred wouldn’t be concerned. Bruce would also be accompanying his brothers, so one less person to worry about. Tonight, there was a big bet of $100,000. He was planning on racing this race tonight. A few hours passed, and now it was time for supper. They all sat around the table, eating what Alfred had prepared for this evening. Jason is the first one to say something.
“Wraithlet is a pain in the ass”.
“Watch your language, Master Todd” Alfred scolded Jason, his eyebrows furrowing.
“He’s right through,” Dick branched off the comment. “This guy is fast, clean work, and nobody even knows what he truly looks like! He’s good and he’s obviously trained in some sort of way” Dick said with interest, blue eyes bearing into his siblings. Domain shrugged, eating some vegetables off his plate.
“I can’t even get a picture of him off the cameras along the area,” Tim added as he typed at the table”.
“Yes, but they will eventually make a mistake,” Bruce finally added, sighing in exhaustion. “They seem… young”.
“How do you know, Father?” Damian questioned, looking up at Bruce.
“Why don’t you call him dad like every other 13 year old,” Tim groaned into his toast.
“Tim, leave him alone. I know because he is reckless in a sense, also he is quite small”.
“Tt,” Damian said, finishing his meal. “When will you be going on patrol, Father”.
“Around 9 tonight, why? Would you like to join?”
“No, just curiosity. I will be working on a painting tonight for a gallery I was to submit to”.
“That’s great Dami!” Dick smiled. “Can I be the first to see ittttt, prettyyyy pretttyyy pleasssee?”. Damian winced as his older brother’s voice, his green eyes letting out a glare.
“Hm, I’ll think about it if you stop with that annoying voice”. Dick stopped immedialty, a big grin formed on the Romans face, dimples showing and all. Damian sighed as Todd and Drake complained about Damian having favorites. Bruce rolled his eyes in affection, enjoying the domestic scene in front of him.
“Alright, Alright. Enough from the two peanut galleries we apparently have”.
“I’m allergic to peanuts”.
“I’m well aware, Jaylad”.
“Just testing you”.
“Mhm..” Bruce hummed, getting up and taking his plate to the kitchen. “Alright guys, go get some rest before patrol. I don’t want you guys falling asleep on me”.
“That was one time” Dick whined, getting up and cleaning his plate, then following his father’s retreating form. All of the boys followed up, all retiring to their rooms. Damian finally was ready to get his plan in place. He picked out an outfit that he usually wears to car meets, along with the black balavaca he wore that has two demon horns sprouting off the front forehead region. He took out his perfectly clean and non-creased Jordans and put them off to the side as well. He did decide to paint some robin portraits for the gallery so the family wouldn’t get suspicious. He painted until he heard the batmobile speed away, his father was known for… dramatics. Damian finally put his art supplies away, made his bed seem like there was a body in it, and finally got dressed. He put on his undershirt, his T’shirt, and baggy jeans. He finally put on his face covering and covered around his eyes with black eyeshadow for a dramatic effect. Perfect. Now it was time to sneak out of Wayne Manor.