Noises part 10
Damian Wayne x Reader
Content warnings: Use of fem pronouns, stalking (not Damian), paranoia, cops, arrest.
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Word count: 5961
“Y/N.. Honey, we should go.” Your mother urged you with a comforting hand on your back.
There was one issue that seemed to stand out, the idea of leaving your house right now made you sick to your stomach. You could see it now, constantly in and out of interviews, giving your victim statement and being where he was.
Your mom lays a gentle hand on your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. “Honey..”
You shake your head like you're trying to clear a fog. “What?”
“Sit down. You look faint.” Your mom instructs you.
“Sweetheart, you don’t need to come to the station right away. If you need time to process..” The Sheriff began but his words faded into the background as you thought back to all the times Will had been close to you.
How could you not see the signs?
How were you so blind?
Was Denise right about him?
It felt like a while until you came back down to earth, you let your thoughts spiral out of control. You do not even remember sitting down at all but all of a sudden your mother was kneeled on the ground beside you as your father began his own spiraling.
You could hear his rhythmic footsteps along with the awkward shuffling of your friends but you kept your gaze down focusing on picking at a scab on the underside of your forearm. You were almost shocked that you did not realize it sooner, it must have happened when you were pushed against the brick yesterday.
“-That punk had the nerve to show his face here after what he did to my baby girl! He’s lucky if I don’t kill him..” Your dad seethed as he paced the length of the room.
“Honey! Not now. Just sit down, relax. Please.” Your mother urges him with pleading eyes. She was always so much better at keeping a clear head where your dad and it shows every emotion.
“You're right.” He huffs, taking a seat beside you and he looks up at your friends who are still lingering on the other side of the room. “You guys should leave, get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
You finally lift your gaze again only to be met with the sympathetic eyes of your friends as they leave towards the exit to join the other guests who had moved to the lawn to watch the police escort.
You hated that it had become a spectacle, you hated that it had to happen in your own home and that everybody could just accept this outcome while you were still trying to wrap your head around it. But what you hated most was that you did not see it coming. People always said you were naive but you didn't pay it much mind until right now.
[Damian]
Damian wanted to stay, he wanted to let you know he was there for you but when he saw your face, how shattered you looked it broke him a little too. He didn't know if he had the capacity to give you the support you needed, he didn’t even know what to say.
The arrest was so quick but he couldn't get the scene out of his head. All he really saw was you, his eyes were on you the whole time and he saw the way your lips trembled, the crease in your brow, and the fear and confusion in your eyes as you blinked away uncertain tears.
He wanted to hold you, be your shield and tell you you were going to be okay but his mind was in two places at once trying to decide if you needed him and how he let the person he told himself he would track down get so close without him knowing.
Damian felt like he had let you down, he should have seen the signs. God, Denise was practically spelling it out for everybody and he did not listen, he let her words bleed into the background while he selfishly enjoyed your presence.
Damian was so out of it he completely missed the goodbyes as the group split off to their designated vehicles. Everybody but him, he could barely tear his eyes away from the house until Jon addressed him directly.
“Damian c’mon man.” Jon calls from inside the truck as he rolls down the windows. “We should leave..”
“Do you know him?” Damian bluntly asks as he swings the door open.
Jon wasn't surprised by the question, it was exactly what he expected from his friend. He would have a one track mind until he had all the details to make it make sense.
“Uhh, yeah. We went to Smallville High together. He was in my grade. He was pretty unassuming, kept to himself..” There was uncertainty in his voice as he continued. “I never thought he would do something like this.”
“None of that is helpful.” Damian snaps.
“This isn't some mission brief. I barely know the guy, we went to high school together and he goes to MetU! It's a big campus.” Jon raises his voice clearly frustrated, Damian just huffs in response. He could tell Jon was probably thinking the same way he was, blaming himself for not seeing the signs sooner. “Dude, they caught him, the case is solved and you need a shower.” Jon turns the key in the ignition and shifts the truck into drive.
“This isn’t right.” Damian says mostly to himself, earning him a skeptical side glance from Jon.
Jon sighs. “You're just too close to this. Man, she's one of my best friends and I didn't even know anything was wrong but you're like, in love with her it's no wonder you got side tracked.” Damian is caught off guard by the pang he feels in his chest at the revelation and Jon notices his change in demeanor. “I can tell you really care about her and I’m happy for you, just don’t drive yourself crazy.”
“I would have recognised him.” He was trained to not let these things go over his head.
“It makes sense that you have doubts, I get it. You weren’t the one to figure it out but the case is solved. Y/N is gonna be okay.” Jon wasn't sure if he was trying to convince Damian or himself.
“It was too simple, too quick..” In any other situation Damian would say it was a set up.
“I know how you feel. You're used to doing this kind of stuff yourself and picking apart every detail.. I guess it wouldn’t hurt if you did some more digging..” Jon turns away from the road for a moment to face Damian as he continues. “Just let me know if you find anything.”
It wasn't long before they arrived back at the farm and Damian wasted no time getting to the house. He marched up the porch and through the front door not paying any mind to the curious gazes of Jonathan and Martha as he rushed past them without even a hello.
Once he was finally alone in the confines of the Kent’s guest bedroom he slammed the door behind him. He needed to clear his mind so he could think things through logically.
Damian relaxed his tense muscles as cold water rushed down his back. He stared down at the tile watching droplets combine onto the floor. The water temperature is a drastic change compared to the dry July heat.
Damian thought he could think with some semblance of clarity but he's a ball of pure heat and energy waiting to erupt at what might be the wrong time.
The person on the other side of your computer screen last night would have known to cover their tracks but Will almost seemed surprised. He was nothing like the person Damian had imagined was arrogant but careful. They would never risk getting caught if they knew the cops were on to them.
It was possible he was wrong about everything.. Could it be that this case was more simple than he thought?
Stress rose off of his skin like steam waiting to settle back where it came from until then.
The detectives traced the spyware back to William Wheeler that should have satisfied him. But if that was the case then he would have known to wipe any evidence of him accessing your devices. He knew the cops were involved and he knew Damian had found the spyware, so why didn’t he do anything to save himself?
Was he sadistic enough to prioritise watching the aftermath of his torment first hand in your own home over saving himself? Damian couldn’t answer that question; he hadn't been paying him much mind until it was too late and he was being handcuffed and hauled away.
Damian had a way of getting all the information he needed so he stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around his waist not paying much attention to the trail of puddles he left as he exited the bathroom.
He wiped his hands on the towel hanging from his waist before picking up his computer; a miniature version of the bat computer.
Before he could even begin to type a message flashed across the screen; *Red Robin has transferred a file* he read as he clicked on the message, opening a large file filled with information about where you were on certain dates when you (Site A*) received texts or
emails from your tormentor (or site B*).
Over a year's worth of evidence, things that Damian couldn’t have known and yet he still felt guilty he couldn’t have done something sooner. As he read over everything, opening folders filled with candid photos of you. It was sickening.
He was barely half way through and his hair had already air dried when there was a knock at the door.
“Hey! Ya know there’s a puddle in the hall?! Least you could do is mop it up.” Jon yells through the door. Damian waits on the other side silently as if not to give away his position. “Don’t Pretend you're not in there I can hear your heart beating!” Jon continues. “Anyway dinner is on the table, don't make us wait!”
Jon’s footsteps disappeared down the hall as Damian closed the computer on his lap, pushing it aside to get up and dressed for the mandatory Kent Family dinner, knowing they wouldn’t start until he joined them.
He told himself he had seen everything he needed to know, that it was okay for him to relax for just a few minutes over dinner.
[Y/N]
You had barely spoken since everybody cleared out, you didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Your parents looked at you like they were expecting something, like a grand emotional out pour or a dramatic retelling of your suffering but you gave them nothing.
They lingered nearby, their gazes never straying away from you for too long in case you showed some sign of being ready to talk but the idea of telling them all of the uncomfortable details made you sick to your stomach.
Hours passed and dusk arrived. Your parents had not stopped moving since the arrest, anxiety ate them alive. They did their best job to clean around you as they waited for you to reach out to them but they didn’t ask, they didn't know how to.
Eventually your mother announced she was going to make dinner, she tried to offer you suggestions of things she knew you would like but you gave no response, just shallow breaths and a blank stare as you watched dust fall in the fading streams sunlight coming through the curtains. So she left you with a sigh, deciding to make your favorite meal.
Your thoughts eventually began to quieten and the rhythmic sound of a knife hitting the chopping board took over as your eyes began to feel heavier and just as you felt sleep taking over you heard their hushed voices.
“She hasn’t moved in hours!” His voice is hushed but you hear the agitation loud and clear. “I don’t know what to do! How do we help her when we don’t even know what he did?”
Your heart sank at the thought of telling your dad the truth about what happened to you. You don’t know if he could take it.. Or the idea that it could have been worse
“We just need to give her time.” You hear your mothers hushed voice.
He sighs and the sound of chopping stops. “I know but what if time isn't enough? Our little girl couldn't come to us for who knows how long.”
“She was afraid-”
“Because she was being stalked. You know I thought he was a good kid. His parents are good people, they go to our church. How are we supposed to face them after what he did to her?”
“Shhh.. We don’t need to think about that right now.” Your mom urges him to end the conversation.
After sometime your mom comes back holding a steaming plate, the smell hits you instantly and usually you would smile but your stomach turns in the most uncomfortable way but you force a smile anyway, sitting up.
“You don’t have to get up.”
“No, I’m okay. I.. I was just tired.” It was a lame excuse but it killed you making your parents worry so much. “I’ll eat at the table with you.” You say pushing down your nausea.
“Yeah?” She asks and you stand taking the bowl with a smile.
When you entered the dining room your dad seemed surprised as he watched you place your bow down in your usual seat. The table was not set and it looked like you were the only one eating until your mom spoke up.
“Babe make a plate we’re eating together.” Your mom called out to your dad.
You tried to eat as much as you could, it wasn't like you weren't hungry, your lunch was interrupted by the arrest and you don’t remember eating breakfast but every bite now tasted like ash in your mouth.
You absently replied to whatever conversation they were trying to have to distract you from your situation.
Your face could hide it well enough but your parents noticed the way you pushed the food around. All you could do was count the seconds until your parents were finished with their food so you could excuse yourself.
Some time had passed since Damian went down for dinner, he ate in silence as Jon and his grandparents tiptoed around the events of the last couple days trying to avoid it completely. Damian helped Martha with the dishes in the kitchen while Jonathan put the leftovers away.
Damian slowly closes the door behind him as arrives back in his bedroom, leaning his back against it and pausing to take a short breath. Before he had not felt the weight of exhaustion but now it pulled him like a magnet toward his bed and he let that force take him without resistance he collapsed onto the bed.
He laid there listening to the sound of the night as he stared up at the ceiling with heavy lids and his mind filled with thoughts of you as he drifted off to sleep.
The morning came too soon along with an irritating high pitched ringing that resonated off of the walls.
Damian groaned, grabbing the pillow beside him to cover his ears parying the sound would go away and that he could go back to his dreamless sleep in peace but it persisted and he eventually conceded pulling the pillow away from his face, peeling his eyes open and reaching for what could only be his phone ringing on the side table.
When he answered the phone he noticed the time, it's past mid day now. He was supposed to be at the Sheriff's station by 9am. You were there probably expecting him to show up hours ago.
Damian didn’t even realise that he had already picked up the call and before he can think too much he hears a voice coming from his phone which pulls him back to the present.
“Hey, did you get what you needed? You never said anything after I sent over that file. —I did a track and trace and I sent over everything I could find. Can I at least get a thank you?”
“Too late, Drake.” Damian’s reply was blunt.
“What does that mean?” His brother replies and he was half tempted to hang up so he could leave to get to the station.
Damian could feel himself getting frustrated now as he got up to get himself changed and ready to leave. “The Sheriff picked Wheeler up yesterday.”
“Yeah, well if you had read the file I sent you then you would know he's the wrong guy.” Tim scoffs, knowing by the tone of his brothers voice that he wasn't fully informed of the situation.
Damian pauses, with one sock on. “What does that mean?”
“C’mon did you not read the file?” At this point Tim didn't know if he really needed an answer.
Damian shifts to sit up slightly in the bed now. “I read most of it..”
“If you had read the whole thing you would have been out looking for the actual suspect.” Tim sighs then continues not leaving space for Damian to ask another question. “I've got it all here. I traced the spyware to a PC at MetU, it belonged to William Wheeler but it was cloned. And I checked, the original is clean. The one I found? That's a whole different story.. This guy- this guy has remote access to her phone and computer. Hours or recordings and hundreds of photos.”
“Get to the point Drake. I need a name.”
“James Bower.. Friends call him Jimbo. He grew up in Star City, has a clean record and as far as I can see he's never even gotten a detention.” As Tim rambled on Damian could hear the tiredness in his voice.
Damian’s free hand clenched at his side, knuckles turning white. “Where do I find him?”
“That is where I draw a blank, this dude doesn't have a permanent address. He was living with his parents in Starcity until he graduated high school, then he left home for college and never went back.”
“So you can't find him?” Damian grumbles
“No, I’m still working on that. I spent all night trying to find him. This guy is impressive.” Damian responds with a disapproving grunt. “I mean for somebody so messed up..”
“..So how do I find him?”
“He lives in the dorms at MetU and he doesn't have a permanent address but if he was able to follow this girl so closely he's living in town.” “Bower has no family in or around Kansas, I just compiled a list of properties in and around Smallville that have been rented in the time he's been following her. He probably would have used an alias. You can start there with the list and I’ll get back to you if I get any more leads."
“Thanks.” That is all Damian said before he hung up the phone.
“Yeah, no problem.” There was a beat of silence before the call was cut off from the other side.
Damian did his best to get dressed as quickly as possible because even if had to search until night he was going to find James Bower and make him pay for what he did to you and whatever else he was planning to do.
Jon had doubts where Damian felt there was something wrong from the day that he met you. The door of the guest bedroom swung open revealing Jon on the other side.
He knew you were hiding something but he was blinded by your attention, your smile, every time you looked at him it became easier to ignore that sense of unease that flowed off of you.
“You were listening?” Jon nods. “You know what we need to do?”
“I’ll check his dorm and you can start in town on that list.” Jon instructs and Damian responds only with a short nod that Jon mirrors as he hands over the keys to the truck.
“Send me that address?" Jon asks less like a question and more like an expectation then he speeds out of the room no doubt already flying past Smallville’s border.
You never imagined you would be tired of telling the story, you never even thought you would have to tell it but the hardest part of all of this for you was telling the story over and over.
It never crossed your mind that it would hurt even more to know the real identity behind all of your torment. Before you you could only imagine some inhuman monster but that is not who he is. He is the furthest thing you could have ever imagined he would be, Will.
Will was.. Well you thought Will was a good guy, maybe even a friend. He was unassuming and sweet but everything you thought you knew about him was wrong but it was still hard for you to imagine he was the monster who stalked you like prey.
A voice cuts through the haze of thoughts in your mind. Scarlett's voice. “Hey, are you alright?”
Her words don't register. It's just noise.
“Mmm? What?” You ask, letting your gaze travel up to meet hers. You had forgotten where you were for a moment, completely lost in your thoughts.
Just another day in the sheriff's station.
“I was just askin’ if-” You weren't listening.
“Where is Damian?” You ask thoughtlessly, your words overlapping with hers before she could finish talking.
Her mouth forms an o shape as she thinks for a moment. “I don't know, babe. He hasn’t shown yet.”
“Oh.” You say, mirroring her expression.
“I could call Jon to see where he's at?”
You purse your lips. “No, I should go. My parents are waiting for me.”
Scar reaches out for you, tugging at your sleeve. “Wait before you go.” She looks upset.
“What's up?”
“I’m sorry that I pressured you to tell the cops. I know I shouldn’t have been so hard on you about it.” She was straight to the point as always. “.. and I know this is hard for you and you hate it but when it's all over everything will be better.” Her voice wavered slightly as she spoke, you could see the tears forming in her eyes. You didn't want her to carry around guilt when all she did was try to help.
“No. You were right from the beginning. I should have listened to you from the beginning. But is it bad that I wish I had never found out who he was?”
Her grip on your wrist loosens slightly. “What do you mean?”
“It just doesn't feel right thinking about him like that. It's not like we were close but I thought he was a good guy. God I feel so stupid, I should have known he could be anybody but, I-I ignored you and Dee when all you guys wanted to do was help me.. I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t apologize! You're the victim in all this.”
You closed your eyes tight, wincing at her words. You knew she was just trying to reassure you but it was hard to hear those words out loud for the first time.
“I hate being a victim. Everybody looks at me like I’m fragile, like they're afraid to say the wrong thing but I’m still me..” You look down at your shoes starting to feel insecure. “That's why I hid the truth for so long, so I could still be myself even if it was just an act everybody still saw me as me.”
The breath is knocked out of you suddenly as Scar tugs on your wrist pulling you into her wrapping you in a tight hug. “You're still my best friend. You’ve always got me and the others.” She squeezes you even tighter. “I love you bro.” Scar said with a laugh.
“I love you too bro.” You smile resting your head rest on her shoulder. “I can't breathe though.”
“Oh-” She pushes you away, holding you by the shoulders. “Sorry.”
“You're good.” You say reassuring her. “Hey, how about you stay over tonight?”
Scarlett flashes you a toothy grin before responding. “Yeah, I’ll let my dad know.”
“I’ll go find my parents.” You say, matching her enthusiasm.
Your Parents were waiting for you by the exit, you had told them you were going to the bathroom 15 minutes ago and you could see from the worry on their faces that you had been gone for too long.
“Baby, where have you been?! Your mother went to look for you!”
“Sorry, I bumped into Scar.”
Your mom seems less upset and more so just happy that you're back as she lends you a small smile and loops your arm with hers. “We were gonna send out a search party.”
You roll your eyes. “Nothing is gonna happen to me in a building full of cops.”
“We know that but you can never be too careful. Now, let's get out of here, you need to rest.” Your mom replies as she tries to pull you toward the exit.
“Actually, Scar is coming over. She went to tell her dad, I hope that's okay?”
“Are you sure that's a good ide-” Your dad starts but his words are cut short by Scarlett’s arrival.
“Hey! Thanks for having me over.” Scarlett cheered as she joined you by the exit.
“Of course Honey, we're glad to have you anytime.” Your mom says, nudging your dad with her elbow as a sign to fix his face.
“Yeah, anytime.” He said, sporting a half hearted smile.
It wasn't that he wanted to control you or that he didn't like your friends. No, your dad actually thought Scarlett was one of the good ones and he sometimes forgot that you weren't a kid anymore, you didn't need him to help you deal with your trauma.
Honestly he didn't even know how to start with what you were going through, one thing he did know was that you needed a support system and if he or your mother couldn't be that for you maybe your friends could.
[Damian]
Damian had finished searching the first location. He came out without finding anything which was no surprise. This method of tracking Bower down wasn't ideal or efficient but it was all he had unless Tim got back to him with more information. Until then he would go through the list of rentals starting with the ones closest to your parents restaurants and home.
What concerned him was that Jon had not called yet about the dorm. With his super speed he would have been done by now, even if he had not found anything Damian would expect some kind of update. It was protocol and Jon knew that better than anybody.
He pulls his phone out dialing Jon’s number waiting for the dial tone to start before he turns the key in the ignition, killing the engine. He steps out of the truck onto what was a pretty busy street, trying to appear unassuming as he made his way into the building acting as though he was just visiting a friend.
It took three rings before the call was answered. “Dude the cops are here..” Jon said, sounding hushed and frantic. “Did you know they were roommates?”
“What?”
“Wheeler and Bower? They're roommates! I got here less than a minute before the cops showed up.”
That was one vital piece of information the insomniac forgot to mention.“Where are you now?”
“I flew out of the window, they've just been searching the room for Will’s computer and anything else they can find that could connect him to the case.” Jon glances over his shoulder through the window.
The room was filled with MetPD officers, pulling the room apart and turning everything over in order to find what they needed.
“Wait for them to leave, then search through Bower’s belongings. If they have a warrant they won't be able to touch any of it without reasonable cause. I’m at the second location.”
“Okay let me know if you find anything, I don’t think the cops are leaving anytime soon.”
[Y/N]
Scarlett’s followed you into your room shutting the door behind her softly as she watched you deflate. You were never good at hiding how you felt.
“So you were pretty quiet the whole drive here..” Scarlett's voice cuts through the silence that had been established on the car journey by your lack of responses.
You flop down onto your bed. “Yeah, I just zoned out.. Sorry.” You say hiding your face in the comforter.
“Right, I don’t believe that at all. What's on your mind?” She knew it couldn't be anything good from the way you squirmed in your seat and faced the window to hide your face. “C’mon now isn't the time to start clamming up. You have made major progress in the last few days.” She said with a smile, resting a hand on your shoulder.
You turn over, letting your eyes drift in her direction. “It's nothing..” Scarlet raises an eyebrow giving you a look that tells you she knows you too well for that answer to pass. “Okay it's not nothing, it's Damian. He didn't say much yesterday and he didn't show up today. I think this whole situation has freaked him out and I don’t have any way of contacting him but then again if you do maybe he’ll think I’m being pushy or I’m upset.”
“Hey, it’s alright. He probably just woke up late, right? He is going to show and you’ll see him again.”
“Scar, it's 1pm. How late could he have gotten up?.. What if something bad happened to him?”
“Girl..” Scarlett says giving you a look that you knew well, you had your own version of that look that was used a lot more due to Scarlett’s typically dramatic behavior.
“Okay, you're right. What could have possibly changed since last night?”
“Exactly.” Scarlett affirms.
[Damian]
Damian had searched three locations and the list didn't seem to be getting any shorter, he didn't think it would be as extensive as it was seeing as Smallville was such a small town but there were eighteen rentals left to search.
As Damian slipped the lock pick back into his pocket a voice called out to him.
“Hey neighbor, nice to finally meet you.” Damian turns to face the stranger, relief flashing over his face as he realises it is not Bower. “It's crazy that this is my first time bumping into you. How long have you lived here? Almost a year, right?”
“Yeah..Uhh nice. I have to go though.” Damian spoke, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he took a step back pushing the door with his body weight.
Damian was putting up a front. Making himself seem uncomfortable to get rid of the nosey neighbor.”
“Of course but hey, don’t be a stranger.” The neighbor said as he turned back to face his own apartment door.
Damian eventually stepped into the apartment, swiftly pushing the door closed behind him as he hurried to look around. Unlike the previous places he visited, this one was almost bare, nothing hanging from the walls, no furniture in the living room or kitchen and when he finally reached the bedroom he saw exactly what he was looking for.
A computer with three monitors all on large desk with a printer. Next to that was a large filing cabinet that piqued Damian’s interest as he approached it he noticed on the opposite wall there was what could only be described as a shrine to you.
There were dozens of candids of you pinned to the wall with dates on yellow sticky notes that contained annotations of where you were and what you were doing, some could have even been read as love letters.
“..I like you in blue..” Damian mumbled as he read off of one of the notes.
Something that could be described as close to anger began to bubble up in Damian’s chest as he focused on one particular photo of you. Your hair was different, you had your phone in your hand and tears in your eyes as you peered down at the screen and the note had been pinned to cover the face of the person next to you.
The note read; Pretty when she cries.
Below the shrine was a wooden cabinet and as Damian opened the top drawer to examine the contents he found that it was full of random items, like hair clips and candy wrappers then there were more personal items such as an old toothbrush and a collection of used chapstick bagged up like evidence.
The only correlation between the items was that they all seemed to belong to one person. It was Bowers personal collection of things he had stolen from you and proof of every time he got too close.
It made his skin crawl just to look at the sealed plastic bags but as his mind wandered to what the purpose of these trophies were. Why did bower need so many? When was the last time he went through your trash or laundry? Did you notice when things would go missing and did you ever think it could have been him? Was this something else you were afraid to talk about?
Damian didn't let his thoughts wander for too long. He knew at this point Bower was aware that even if the cops had the wrong guy somebody was on to him, so he would do something drastic unless he was stopped in time.
Damian pulled his phone out from his back pocket, immediately dialing Jon who he could only assume was still in Metropolis waiting for the police to clear the dorm room.
The moment the dial tone cut out indicating the call had been answered Damian spoke. “I found the apartment.” He said voice low but confident.
Jon sighs. “Thank goodness, I’m still waiting for the cops to get out of here! Have you found anything useful??”
Damian looks around the room taking stock of all the evidence there was a gleam of pride in his eyes until they landed on the shrine of photos and stolen objects. “I found a computer, it probably has all the evidence we need and I’m sure there's finger prints all over this place.” His voice is more flat and serious as he speaks. “I need you to get out of there and go to Y/N.”
“What about-”
“That doesn't matter anymore, I have everything we need here but it won't be long before Bower makes a move. He probably already knows he’s out of options.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“I will call the cops. I just needed to know she was safe first.”
“Don’t worry man I got ‘er.”
Damian hummed in approval, sure that Jon would get back to you in time. Before he could say another word Damian heard a floor board creak behind him and there was no time to think as the back of his head was met with a blunt force and then everything went dark.
Jon goes silent on his end just listening out for a response on the other side of the phone line but suddenly the line goes dead.
Hey, I know it’s been forever since I last updated sorry I’ve been so busy and so stressed but I am back!
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