Amira Wayne - Chapter 25
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Chapter 25: Family, Friends and Identities (4)
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Sabrina looked at her phone, staring at the blank screen in front of her.
The time read 3:30.
No call nor text from Marinette or the rest.
“Sabrina, are you okay?” Sabrina stopped herself from flinching when her father spoke to her from her bedroom door. She was pretty sure he was exhausted from work and had retired to bed already. “What’s bothering you? That’s the 40th time you’ve moved that pin since you’ve made that board.”
“Nothing’s- you’ve been counting the times I’ve been moving this pin?” Sabrina commented, looking at the board in front of her. The pin in question- a spotted red pin Sabrina had mentally labeled as ‘LB’.
Ever since Chloe asked her a few months back to help her uncover Ladybird’s identity, Sabrina had made a board of her own to keep track of their information.
To think her dad was keeping track of its placement while she could barely remember it herself.
“Well, yes- rather, from the times I’ve been able to track its change in position: 40 times.” Roger walked up to the board, looking at the red strings tied around the different photos and reports that have been crossed out in red ink. “Trying to figure out Ladybird’s identity, aren’t you? I think you’ve made more progress than our own team before we were forced to stop.”
Her dad tried unmasking Ladybird? “Although, I’m surprised you found this article.”
“Which one?”
“This one.” Sabrina looked at the article her father was referring to.
Creations Incorporated: Allies or Spies? “While we were aware of it, most of us at the office chose to ignore it. After all, the article was just a hate letter towards Ladybird and Chat Noir and the programs they created. So in the end, it was dismissed as one huge conspiracy theory.
However, it’s resurfaced thanks to the recent violation of the PRM.”
“PRM?” Where did she hear that before?
“Protections and Rights of the Manipulated: an article that detailed every program that was created to protect the identities of the Victims after the third Hawkmoth incident.” Roger explained.
Oh right, Ladybird had mentioned it before in passing during her briefing when Sabrina had first started as Multimouse.
“Did it resurface due to the recent leak of Victim identi-”
“The article resurfaced all because of M.Wayne.” Roger cut her off.
“M.Wayne? How did he-”
“The article mentioned how there was no way Ladybird or Chat Noir could fund the cooperation of their own accord unless they had a sponsor doing it for them.” Roger started. “After all, Creations Incorporated not only provides medical assistance to anyone who needs it, but also covers Victims financially and has funded the security network of Paris ever since the beginning of Hawkmoth’s terrorism which the writer found odd.
After all, who has millions of dollars to spend like that?”
Sabrina looked at M.Wayne’s photo she took shortly after Marinette’s akumatization. The one where he was entering the bakery.
“Millionaires…billionaires…perhaps the military…”
“That’s what the writer of the article believed as well, but they weren’t able to get any evidence of it being funded by France’s military. So their next best option: billionaires. And while they managed to find a single piece of evidence of large quantities of money being wired to Creations Incorporate, the reporter was silenced shortly afterwards.”
“They killed him?” Sabrina asked, feeling the blood in face drain.
“They bought his silence.” Roger cleared up. “And then he stopped showing up to work.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“But how does it tie back to M.Wayne?”
“Turns out a Wayne lawyer visited the reporter a few days before he went silent. And now that this evidence has surfaced, there’s more reporters who want to know M.Wayne’s relation with Creations Incorporated and Ladybird.”
Sabrina could only hum as she stared at the ABP, staring at all of the info-
She must’ve been staring at the board a bit too much as her father snapped her from her concentration with a simple hand to her shoulder.
“What did you notice?”
“Dad, can I ask you something?” Sabrina asked her father, walking up to the board and pulling off a photo she pulled off the web. She tried her best to scratch off the red paint over it although she knew that would barely help to look at the photo clearly.
It was grainy after all. “What would you do if I got hurt? Or maybe kidnapped?”
“I would use the full extent of the law to make sure the person who hurt you pays for what they did!” Roger pledged. “I’ll make sure justice is served and that they will never hurt you again!”
“Thanks Dad.” Sabrina smiled, happy to hear that her father would go to such extents for her. “Any family member would fight when it comes to someone they cherish, wouldn’t they?” Sabrina looked at the photo in her hand.
It was blurry but clearly showed Superman pulling back what she thinks was a furious M.Wayne, reaching out towards members of what Sabrina thinks are known as the Justice League.
The angle in which the photo was taken wasn’t exactly the best but you could see something red dangling off of one of the member’s arms.
A red polka dotted yo-yo within the green glow surrounding the member carrying a limp Ladybird.
At the time, Sabrina and Chloe didn’t take the picture seriously as they were only able to find one source regarding this incident and considering the source was just a random kid who happened to be passing by, the girls disclosed it as ‘inconclusive.’
But now…she thinks they will have to revisit this lead, especially after hearing what her father revealed to her.
Mr.Wayne had to be personally connected to Ladybird for him to react that way upon seeing her get taken away that way.
So personally connected as if she were-
“-your question has to do with what you pieced together?” Sabrina jumped from her thoughts the minute she registered her father’s voice asking her a question.
“It’s all speculation for now as there isn’t too much evidence, but-” Sabrina bit her tongue, turning her attention to the developing pain in her mouth instead of the things in her mind. “Did the funding Mr.Wayne provided only go for medical and network security? It didn’t, by any chance, go to other areas like infrastructure?” Sabrina couldn’t help but ask, mentally cursing herself for wanting to know whether her theory was going in the right direction.
She watched her father cross his arms and close his eyes, a small hum escaping him as she continued to study his reaction to her question. With a small ‘hmph,’ he opened his eyes and shook his head.
“He only funded medical and network security from what I can- wait. He did donate towards schools as well, your school being one of them. Now that I think of it, I think your school got the largest donation among the ones he donated to.”
“My school?” Sabrina asked, feeling the floor beneath her sink.
“Well, it seems that most Victims that arose from the start of this whole Hawkmoth chaos ended up being students from Dupont, something Mr.Wayne seemed to have noticed. Thinking that perhaps Dupont’s students do not have enough funding to create proper outlets for their students to relieve stress, Mr.Wayne donated the money and sent contractors to help renovate some unused classrooms and create new spaces where you kids could destress.
Speaking of, Principal Damocles mentioned to me the other day that the amount of students who became Victims did go down a bit thanks to these initiatives. Moreso, there has been an increase in students entering competitions and expanding their portfolios for scholarships thanks to the new abundance in resources created by Mr.Wayne’s donation.”
Sabrina could only stare at her father as she processed what he had just told her.
While Chloe’s dad did sometimes donate to the school, or rather, gave the school funding to make sure the classroom Chloe was in had the best teaching materials available to them, Sabrina didn’t think that the recent upgrades in the school was thanks to Mr.Wayne's donations.
She didn’t know he even made dona-
“Dad, when did he start donating to Dupont again?”
“A few weeks after Hawkmoth started to akumatize Paris, so, two months.”
Sabrina closed her eyes, trying to zone out the sudden increase in her heartbeat.
Why is everything lining up too quickly? Why was everything making sense now?
The gadgets, the training, the purchase of an entire floor.
The unconcernment of money and the need to provide for others…
Mr.Wayne explained everything.
“-you okay?” Her father asked, causing Sabrina to jump upon opening her eyes when she realized her father's hand was blocking her vision. She now faced his worried eyes, scanning her own as if it held answers to his concern. “You don’t feel like you have a fever. Sabby, Beanie, are you feeling okay? You didn’t eat anything weird at the-”
“I-I’m fine Dad. I-I think I just need to sleep.” Sabrina managed to say despite the voices in her head telling her to say what’s on her mind. To tell him what she found out.
To call someone. Anyone.
She needed to vent to someone, anyone.
Anyone but Chloe.
Sabrina froze at the thought.
Chloe’s hiding something. So is Adrien.
So then, who?
Who do I go to?
“-taking you to the doctor’s.” Sabrina heard her father say, seeing him texting someone as he said it.
“N-no! I’m fine!” Sabrina lowered her father’s phone from his view. “I’m fine Dad, really. I mean, it’s been a long night. It’s almost four in the morning, and I think I’m at my limit. I’ve almost been awake for 24 hours after all.” She tried to play off despite her entire body screaming at her to tell him.
Tell him the truth.
“Again?” Roger sighed, shaking his head. “Beanie, you can’t keep this habit up. It was one thing when you did it as a kid but now? It’s not good for your health.”
“I know.” Sabrina said with a strained smile, her father ruffling her hair as he made his way out her room.
“Get some sleep. And don’t think about staying up for another hour. I’ll be back to make sure you’re not up reading reports, alright?”
“Alright.”
“Good night then.”
“Good night Dad.” Sabrina watched as her father closed the door, hearing the shutting of the door echo around her room.
Now, alone in her room, her mind drifted back to the dots she finally stringed together.
Mr.Wayne is a relative of Ladybird and she’s a student at Dupont…
He started donating only after the start of Hawkmoth’s appearance meaning only one student who started the school year at that time had to be Ladybird…
And there was only one student who fit that criteria.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
And yet, who can she go to talk about this with? Who?
Nino.
There was him…
With a second to waste, Sabrina grabbed her phone and texted Nino.
’Nino, I need your help. If you’re free tomorrow, meet me here when you can. I’ll explain it to you if you come tomorrow.’
Sabrina finished adding her address and looked at the text, her finger hovering over the arrow next to the text bubble.
She had to send it.
She had to.
She pressed the button and turned her phone off, knowing if she continued to see it, she would start to regret sending it.
She made her way to her bed and closed her eyes, missing the texts Nino sent her shortly after she drifted to sleep.
‘It sounds really important, especially if you’re sending a message this late at night.’
’I’ll try to get there around noon.’
’Is that okay?’
’Actually, I’ll be there around 10. There’s something I need to ask you as well.’
A moment passed before another text entered her phone. It was from Chloe.
‘Bri! Turn on your tv, now!’
-
Damian looked at his sister, watching as she laid on the floor, curled up in a ball while a hairless feline hissed at him. It would back up whenever he tried to get closer to it, Damian deciding to just stay in his place for now.
Not completely knowing what to do, he crouched to the cat’s eye level before quickly picking the cat by the fat on its neck, placing the kitten in his arms. At first the cat clawed at him and hissed before realizing he wasn’t going to harm him.
Once the kitten started to settle in his arms and let out a quiet purr, Damian decided to quickly look around the room. He eyed the mess of papers on Amira’s desk and glanced at the whiteboards scattered around the room that were covered to the edges with notes written in marker and taped photos.
Returning his attention to her desk, he noticed camera footage playing on one screen while the other showed a map of who knows what. As for the papers, he would have to get closer to see what was written but judging from the colorful inks and wrinkles on some of them, Damian had to guess they weren’t legal documents.
Then, there was the odd string dangling from the side of the loft bed.
“How did you get in here?” Amira asked, slowly sitting up, Damian finally returning his attention to his-
“Were you crying?”
“What does it matter to you?” She croaked as she stood up, the cat in Damian’s arm jumping off and headed towards her, nuzzling its face against her legs.
“You should never expose your weak-”
“Does Dad know you’re here? And you didn’t answer my first question.” Amira pointed out, Damian looking to the side to avoid her eyes. “How did you-”
“Through the skylight.” He answered, looking back at his sister, stopping himself from resuming his scolding. Her eyes were puffy from what he believes had been an hour of constant crying, the corners of her eye homing flakes of dried up tears.
But judging from the regularity in her voice, she saved herself from complete ridiculement by not yelling or screaming while she was crying. “And no. I came here to find out why you came to Paris instead of-”
“I thought I told you I had other duties-” She tried to remind him.
“Duties that seemed to have gone awry.” Damian then walked to the string that had been bothering him this entire time.
“Don’t touch-!” Despite hearing his sister’s late warning, he tugged on it, causing a large map to drop to the floor. Lines of red marker streaks, an array of notes and photos as well as a large hand drawn circle were slowly analyzed as Damian skimmed the map.
Names, dates, times, faces - with each case Damian read, the more he wondered what exactly it was that his sister was dealing with that caused her to be in Paris for the past four months.
It was as if she was looking for someone in particular.
“Agustus: akumatization # 3. Akumatization?” Damian asked, watching Amira try and push him away from the map. “What is all this? What is an akumatization? I never-” He could feel her hand on his shoulder attempting to tug him away.
“It’s nothing you-”
“I should know about this. I am your-”
“Stop meddling in my business!” Amira shouted, finally shoving him strong enough to send him two steps back. “Leave!”
“It is my business when your name is part of these akumatizations as well.” Amira froze, Damian wondering why she reacted that way. “If it is an issue you’re trying to solve, how did you get yourself involved?” Damian furrowed his brows. “Did you let yourself-“
“You know nothing!” Amira yelled, pushing Damian away and fumbled to roll the map back up. “How dare you just barge into my room and-”
“So why are you here?” Damian decided to divert, watching as his sister stopped fussing with the map in her hands. She stood there, silently. “From the looks of it, you should not have any reason to be here.
You are the Wayne heir and should have no reason to be outside of Gotham.
And while I know our father has several business venture throughout the world, you never once showed interest into his Pa-”
“What does it matter to you?” Amira asked, going back to putting the map away. “Let me guess, it’s your birthright-” the map fell out of her hand. “You know what? Just take it all then!” Amira turned to him. “If you want the company so badly, then take it!
Father would never give it to me anyways!” Damian watched as she slowly lowered her head to look at the floor. “Not after what happened-“
“What are you talking about? Not let you-“ What nonsense was she talking about? Why was hse giving up so easily? “It is equally your birthright as it is mine. You said it yourself the day we first met.
That you are willing to take over Wayne Enterprise as you are Father’s biological child.” Damian grabbed her shoulders. “So why are you giving up now? For what reason?
I was looking forward to the challenges you-“
“Challenges?” Amira whispered. “Why would I ever dare to challenge you? Rather, I have no right to challenge you when I could barely defeat my current enemy.” She let out a dry laugh. “Who would you want to challenge someone who let her enemy get the best of her?”
“What enemy?” Damian asked, trying to rack his knowledge around his sister. Trying to remember every piece of information he was able to scrape up while at the manor.
The certificates with a different name, her actual name embroidered onto her nursery items, the file of her school in the Batcomputer…
He sorted through the names of her classmates, club members, school staff…
But nothing ever indicated her having a rival, a nemesis she had to fight.
Fight…fighting…akumatization…
He turned his attention back to the map.
He scanned the thing, his eyes landing on a photo of a man with white hair who looked to be around their father’s age. Right under the photo he read the single note she had written for him. “Hawkmoth? This is the man who you lost against?”
No, there was no way his sister lost to this feeble looking-
“I’m a failure, aren’t I?” Amira stood next to him, Damian noticing a haze in her eyes. “I thought I was ready to take up a mantle. I thought I had enough training to take him on.” Amira gripped her chest. “And I went and blew it.”
Damian looked at his sister and then at the map she had.
It seemed like she had managed to find out her enemy’s identity.
She had his location…
Where did she screw up?
This would’ve never happened had she been taught the Al Ghul’s-
But she doesn’t consider herself one.
She had voiced her distaste for their grandfather and his mindset. She hated the man.
And yet…
Someone has to teach her how to deal with a threat like Hawkmoth properly.
Their father’s teachings failed her… there was only one thing left to do.
“I will help you.” Damian vowed. “While the League does not endorse the concept of helping others for their lack of competence, that does not mean I am not capable of providing assistance if it means getting the mission done.” He explained when he noticed Amira looking at him as if she heard wrong.
“But doesn’t- why-“ Amira sputtered out, Damian seeing her confusion written on her face. “What do you get out of this?”
“Father has failed to teach you the proper-“
“Dad didn’t-“
“-so I will show you the proper way to dispose of-“
“Proper? Dispose? What-“
“In other words, I will help you find Hawkmoth and dispose of him.”
“You can’t just-”
“Permanently.” Damian added, eyeing the photo on the map next to them, grabbing it and crumbling in his hand before tossing it into the garbage bin.
“No!” Amira yelled, “We are not killing-
“Then how else do you plan on stopping his madness? On harming your-” Damian paused, “friends.” He managed to spit out.
“It’s not as easy as it seems, Damian.” Amira huffed. “I had to take precautions into consideration and-” Damian scoffed.
“Consideration? Amira, your mission is to-”
“I had to make sure I planned everything correct-”
“Planned? As in a few days?” Of course, depending on the type of mission she would have to plan it her strategy to bring full success.
“What? No. It took me months-”
“Months? For this?” Damian huffed, “Why are you taking so long to complete your mission?” She had to be lying. “Are you stalling? I thought you were our father’s daughter, my sister. Why is it taking you so long to get rid of him? If it were me, I would’ve-“
“Killing him isn’t an option here, Damian. Killing isn't the solution to my problem, or rather, to any problem. There are other better, humane options.” She stressed out.
“Killing him would ensure that this problem would never happen again. It would-“
“Killing Hawkmoth would mean hurting my friend!” Amira raised her voice.
“Hawkmoth is a threat to-“
“He’s my friend’s father, Damian! His father!” Amira screamed, Damian wondering why she was getting so worked up over this detail. Why was she worrying about the aftermath? “I can’t kill him! He’s the only close family he has!”
“If you have known his identity for this long, then why haven’t you-”
“Are you even listening to me Damian? How the hell do I tell Adrien that his father is Hawkmoth?” Damian remained silent as he watched unshed tears continue to pool into his sister’s eyes.
But not even a second later, they began to fall.
A sniffle escaped her. “Tell me Damian. How am I supposed to do this without hurting anyone?
To go to one of my close friends and tell him, ‘Hey Adrien, Hawkmoth is your father, did you know that?” A dry chuckle escaped her. “What about his mother? Did you know Gabriel has had her in a capsule several meters underground for the past year?
As in, the mother everyone has believed to have died because his dad made a huge deal over her illness?”
He watched as she crouched to the floor, holding onto herself for dear life, as if that would comfort her in some sort of way. “Or even if I don’t tell him, let him join the battle, how do you expect me to just stand there and watch the events unfold for themselves?
How do you expect me to stand there and watch my friend fall apart?” Amira asked him as if he had the answers which, to his annoyance, he did not have for her.
Because, this was pointless.
Why should she care about the consequences of her decisions if it means getting rid of the enemy once and for all? “Or even if he doesn’t join the fight, how will I break it to him as he watches his father get arrested?
Tell him that his only option left was to live with his aunt in England until he’s of age…would Adrien ever forgive me for doing that to him? And- oh god. Chloe!
Would she ever forgive me for doing that to him? To her? To us?”
Damian watched as his sister let out a wail. “Knowing her, I know she wouldn’t. I’d be lucky if she’d still talk to me afterwards…if either of them talked to me…oh! And don’t get me started on Nino and Sabrina...”
She slumped completely to the floor, bringing her knees in to rest her head on them. Quiet shudders escaped her, her hands tightening their grip on her legs.
Damian didn’t know whether to approach her or let her be. Better yet, he didn’t understand why she’s bothering to clean up after her decision.
Her focus should be on the result, not whatever got her it nor the consequences.
She was too attached to these people, the reason why she’s like this now…failing...
She had to realize that sometimes there are decisions she will not be able to ponder too much about. Decisions that no matter which she took will always have consequences and loose ends.
Just like her friend’s attendance in-
“ ‘Let him join,’ ” Damian quoted, turning to see his sister’s reaction to his quick discovery.
Nothing so far. “You mentioned your friend joining the fight…are you saying this friend of yours is a vigilante of Paris?” He watched Amira stiffen.
He couldn’t believe it.
While he couldn’t find much about his sister’s involvement and duties in Paris, he did have an abundance of information on the current situation of Paris itself and seeing the chaos of papers in his sister’s room, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots.
His sister is a vigilante of Paris. Not of Gotham, but of Paris.
What led her here of all places, he wasn’t sure but that wasn’t his main concern. His main concern was the person who was in front of him because…is this really the same girl he meet days ago?
This wasn’t her, was it?
Was this really his sister?
Was this really her?
“You seem to know at least one of their identities, but what about them? Do they know that you know their identities? Do they know yours?”
He watched as his sister looked up to him, panic having already settled in her eyes.
Was she really not aware of her slip ups?
“I- Damian. No, they don’t- I do-” Amira curled back into herself, Damian no longer able to stand watching his sister crumble like this.
This was unacceptable.
Where was the sister who yelled at him and told him he didn’t deserve to be Robin? Where was the sister that Father was so proud of?
Where was the one who punched him in his face and dared to put him in his place?
“Get up.” He commanded her, only she didn’t budge. “Get up.” When she didn’t move, he grabbed her arm and lifted her up with ease, surprising himself and her, judging from the widening of her eyes.
He guessed she wasn’t expecting him to do that to her because he certainly wasn’t expecting to be able to lift his sister that easily. “Get up. It’s unbecoming of you to-”
“Leave me!” Amira yelled, attempting to pull herself from his grip. “Why do you want to help me? What do you have to gain from this?”
Why was he doing this? It’s not like he had anything to gain from-
Maybe not gain, but certainly he would be able to get at least something from his guidance.
Reaching into his tunic, he was grateful for storing the drawing there.
“Because I need answers.” He told her, Amira’s failing coming to a stop, “Who is this?” He asked, showing her a sketch of the portrait he saw back at the manor.
He didn’t fail to notice the widening of her eyes when she took it into her hands.
“Where did you see this?”
“In the manor.” He admitted. “But I can’t exactly drag a four foot portrait across the sea to show it to you. So I had to draw it.”
“You…drew this?” She asked in what he thought was amazement, Damian feeling his pride soar. “It looks exactly like the pho-“
“What photo? Are you referring to-“
“-the photo attached to the portrait?” “-the photo my mother gave to me.” The two simultaneously finished off.
“Your mother?” “Portrait?”
“The portrait.” He told her again. Did she not know of the portrait? “I found it in the manor while- why does it matter?”
“Because like I said, she’s my mother.”
“Your mother?” Damian whispered, taking back the small sketch.
“I don’t know what portrait you’re referring to but it looks exactly like the small photo my mother gave to me recently.”
If Amira was saying that the lady was her mother, then…did that mean…
When Amira remained silent for a while, Damian turned to see his sister, confused as to why she looked like she wanted to cry again. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’ve never seen her before?”
“If I had known who she was, I wouldn’t have asked you, now would I?”
He watched as she hesitated to speak, the closing and shutting of her mouth irritating him. “You act as if-“
“Ra’s never spoke of her to you?”
Damian shut his mouth.
Ra’s knows this person? He knows who their mother was?
“No.” He answered a bit too quietly for his liking.
“As I said before, she’s my mother. Her name is Talia Al Ghul, Ra’s Al Ghul’s daughter.” Damian heard his surroundings get quieter. “And if you’re telling me that you're my blood brother…then, then that means she’s your mother too.”
There it was again, that odd, annoying pit in his chest.
“So… she’s our mother…So why weren’t you raised at- ”
“She had me outside of the League’s headquarters and left me with Father when I was barely a year old,” Amira softly said, a frown on her face as she looked distantly at the portrait. “She did it to protect me from Ra’s. To stop him from potentially killing me.”
“You keep mentioning our grandfather wanting to kill you. Why would he want to kill-”
“‘Ra’s may be many things, but a liar he is not.’ Or so Talia quotes.” Amira softly spoke, “he gave our mother the choice to either send me off to our father or have me killed by his hands.
There was no keeping me in the League’s grounds when he had no use for me…”
“No use? Al Ghul blood runs through our veins.” Damian started. “So just like me, you have the right to be heir to-“
“If that were the case, then I shouldn’t be here, should I?” Amira asked. “If I had the same birthright as you, I would’ve been raised alongside you, shouldn’t I have?
I should’ve been by your side.
Instead, here I am.
Outside of the League.
With our father.
Not by your side.
So, what does that mean?” Amira asked him, leaving Damian for a loss of words.
He didn’t know what that meant and just thinking about what it could mean…it meant having to analyze the years of training and ideologies he thought to be right.
It meant questioning his grandfather’s wisdom… which was something no one dared to question.
Not even himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Amira’s phone going off, Damian watching Amira ignore it.
“You’re not going to pick it up?”
“It’s probably Dad or my friends trying to check on me.”
“Give it.” Damian ordered, which surprisingly Amira did. By the time he was given it, the ringing stopped, allowing him to see the amount of missed texts and calls she got from their Father and her, what he assumed to be, her friends
He read the text from a so-called ‘Kuschelbär’ before running to her desk, scanning it before turning to Amira.
“Connect me to a tabloid channel. Now.”
-
The minute Bruce got a phone call from who-knows-who, Jason and Selina watched him grab his coat and bolt off only to come back in a panic. They watched as Bruce pulled out his phone and spoke with Alfred in a hush tone when Selina had enough.
“Bruce, what’s going on?” She asked as she stood in front of him, hearing Alfred’s voice quiet down on the other side. “You need to tell us what that phone call was about so that we can help-”
“Damain hacked the zeta tubes and is in Paris.”
“Damian?” Jason asked, looking at Selina for answers, only to get an equally confused look back. “Who’s Damian?”
Selina heard a loud sigh and click, watching Bruce’s face scrunch up a bit. Oh. She knew that face a bit too well for her liking. Rather, she’s seen this face before…months ago when it came to a certain someone.
“Is Damian another kid of yours we should know about?” Selina challenged.
“You have another kid who’s your actual flesh and- oh God.” Jason looked at Bruce appalled. “Just how many women did you sleep with and had ki-”
“He’s from the same-” Bruce cleared his throat. “He’s Amira’s twin brother. Somehow.”
“What do you mean somehow?” Selina asked, her mind lingering on Jason’s comment from earlier. Would there be more women turning up with kids who were Bruce’s?
“Yeah, what does ‘somehow ‘ mean?” Jason questioned. “ ‘Somehow’ here seems to be that you’re not sure how Damian was born and yet if he’s supposed to be Amira’s twin, doesn’t that mean they should’ve been born the same day? Shouldn’t he have been born from-” Jason found himself realizing something. “He is Talia’s kid…right? Talia knows about him…doesn’t she?”
While venturing with Jason, Talia always spoke to him of the limited memories she had of Amira when she was an infant. She told him with great details of her birth and her struggle with keeping her away from Ra’s harm. And yet, in all those stories, she never once mentioned another child…not once…
Selina felt her chest twist at the information given to her.
To not know of your own child’s birth…of their existence while being separated from the one you did know about…
She could only imagine the pain that could bring…
Bruce’s phone rang again, snapping everyone from their stupor, Bruce answering with a quick greeting, a scowling forming on his face the longer he held his phone to his ear. He lowered it a second later.
“Jason, turn on the tv.”
Jason did as he was told, flipping through the channels before Bruce told him to stop.
A clip showing Bruce and Selina entering the mayor’s New Year party was playing on the screen before it minimized and showed the faces of the people presenting the clip.
“-telling you, there’s got to be more than just a party invite for Mr.Wayne to be seen here in Paris tonight. Sure, he has always been seen going around the world from time to time to check on his other branches, but tonight? Bruce has never been seen interacting with people completely out of his circle like Mayor Bourgeois and his family.
So to suddenly appear at a local party like this?
I’m telling you Alec, there’s something more to this than what we know.” Bob Roth commented as he leaned back into his chair.
“And let me tell you, I think you’re absolutely right Bob.” The other show guest -Jerry- added. “ I had the chance to speak with him tonight for a while, happily giving us the deets to his wedding, but tonight. Tonight, I could tell his mind wasn’t with us. For the first portion of our conversation, he was looking across the room even though Selina was right beside him. Someone had caught his attention for him to act that way.”
“Wait,” Alec leaned forward. “You’re not saying-”
“Oh I am!” Jerry said with a smirk. “I think Mr.Wayne was meeting someone-”
Alec raised a hand, stopping Jerry from finishing his thought.
“My producer is telling me we have M.Wayne on the line- ladies and gentlemen. Please welcome, M.Wayne!”
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“I should’ve known you were Chat Noir. I mean, it was all there!” Chloe huffed. “The witty remarks, the bad cat puns-“
“Hey! They’re not that bad!” Adrien defended, pouting a bit. “For the record they were made with proper timing and execution and always made-
Plagg! Stop messing with that already!” Adrien scolded the Kwami, grabbing the remote he was gnawing on. “You already broke my other remote, don’t go breaking-“
The sound of the tv turning into the latest channel filled the room, a pair of gossip hosts laughing before it abruptly stopped.
“Welcome M.Wayne!” Alec eagerly welcomed the new guest, Adrien and Chloe wondering if they heard the host correctly.
Behind the host, where the party clip was playing, was replaced with a simple photo of Bruce with a phone symbol next to it. “Before we begin, can I just say that it’s such an honor to have such an esteemed guest such as yourself with us tonight! I would’ve thought you were all tired out after the New Years Party at the Palace! What are you doing up so late , may I ask?”
Bruce laughed.
“Alec, I’m flattered to hear that. And tired, oh absolutely! But I couldn’t help but have to intervene after hearing the current rumors regarding my soon-to-be wife- what? No, Selina, I'm not going to stop introducing you like that.”
“Oh, Mlle Kyle is there with you?” Alec asked with a grin, knowing tonight’s show was going to be hit. Oh! He could already see the view count!
“Selina is here alright although she’s getting ready to head to bed. Something about needing her beauty sleep.” At that, everyone laughed, although Jerry’s was strained. If you paid attention enough, you could see beads of sweat forming on his face.
“Well, just from this small chat, we can clearly tell you’re in love with Mlle Kyle. On that note, what do you have to say on M. Badeaux’s theory of you having another-”
“While I was distracted tonight regarding another person’s presence, it definitely wasn’t another woman who caught my attention.”
“Oh, so then what-”
“As M.Roth and M.Badeaux so kindly pointed out,” both men paled at the call out, “I’ve been traveling to Paris more frequently this year due to new business ventures but also due to some more…personal issues.”
“And these personal issues just so happen to involve the mayor of Paris?” Bob dared to ask. “If you ask me, it sounds like you’re just making excus-”
“Well, with the most recent akuma attack affecting my kid’s school, as a parent I had to-”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Jerry interrupted Bruce. “What do you mean by kid?” Jerry looked at Bob who shrugged while Alec remained silent with a sparkle in his eye. “M.Wayne with all due respect, what do you mean by kid? As far as we know, your eldest has long graduated from school and-”
“Well, as a parent, I’ve always been supportive of all of my kids’ dreams, backing them up in whatever dream they have. And for my youngest, I sent them here to Paris to help them figure out what they wanted to-”
“Could this child be Jason by any chance?” Alec asked. “ Last we heard about him, you pulled him out of school due to some injures he inquired from-”
“Oh, Jason isn’t my youngest.” Bruce nonchalantly said, the studio growing silent. “My daughter is.”
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“-my daughter is.” Amira stared at the screen as her father’s voice echoed throughout the room.
Damian watched as tears trailed down her face, a sob escaping her as she silently wiped her face.
While he couldn’t figure out if she was crying from joy or from fear, one thing was for sure.
He hated the lump that was forming in his throat and the odd sinking in his chest.
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Wellness Wednesday:
The Groundhog Day Diet
Sunday I officially started my Groundhog Day Diet (the same daily meal on repeat). Obviously the name of the diet stems from the 1993 Bill Murray film, but the month long challenge was more inspired by Morgan Spurlock's 2004 documentary, Super Size Me (a challenge to eat McDonald's for 30 days straight).
I settled on the following specific daily foods for the month:
Lunch:
Turkey & Swiss Sandwich, a Side of Baby Carrots, a Cup Peaches
Snack:
A Serving of Trail Mix
Supper:
Bowl of Soup and a Glass of Milk.
All ^that^ comes out to approximately 1,290 Calories.
Now, I didn't necessarily do this to keep better tabs on my calories - no - I merely did it to see if I could do it - or - better yet see how long before my tongue goes mad.
As well, I am hoping this "diet" will assist my pocketbook as I have planned out my meals, purchased a large majority of all my fixings, thus hopefully minimizing my grocery bill for the month of October. The only items I forsee having to purchase is fresh Turkey, Bread, Milk, and Carrots.
So far, 4 days in, things aren't too shabby. I wish I would have thrown in some popcorn to booster my snack intake... but... I'll know better for next time.
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40th CHECK-IN:
Current Goals:
Lose 52 lbs
Completed as of 4/12/2023
New Goal: Maintain or Continue on The Weight Loss Path
Avoid "Junk Food"
Minimize Take-Out / Fast Food Consumption
Short Term:
Vegetarian-ish Diet: Completed
End Date: 4/09/2023 - 46 Days Total
Groundhog Day Diet:
10/01/2023 - 10/31/2023
Eat the Same Thing Each Day for 31 Days
*Not Photographed*
Turkey Deli Meat, Wheat Bread, Swiss Cheese, Milk.
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Stats from August:
Food:
Leftover Meals: 20
Oranges: 20
Salads: 18
Bags of Popcorn: 17
Cans of Soup: 9
Take Out: 0
Candy/Sweets: 0
Workout:
Jumping Jacks: 12,800
Push-Ups: 3,200
Glute Bridges: 3,200
Reverse Leg Lifts: 3,200
Leg Kickbacks: 3,200
Sit-Ups: 3,200
Squats: 800
Plank (mins): 160 mins
Assisted Push-Ups: 0
Weight Loss:
Weightloss This Month: -1.0 lbs
Average Weightloss per Week: -0.25 lbs
Total Weightloss: -85.6 lbs
Entertainment:
Movies Watched: 19
Favorite from the Month:
They Cloned Tyrone
"TV":
Hours of Television Watched: ~ 40 hours ( How To with John Wilson, Modern Family, Outer Banks, Ink Master, Muscles & Mayhem, Only Murders in the Building, Ms. Marvel, Detriot Lions vs KC, Detroit Lions vs Atlanta, Detroit Loins vs Green Bay)
Books:
Books Completed This Month: 0
Book Title(s) Completed This Month: -n/a-
Book Total for the Year: 2
Comics:
Comics Completed: 4
Trades Completed: 7
Comic/Trade Titles Completed:
Lumberjanes Vol. 1
Amazing Spider-Man Masterworks Vol. 1 (Marvel Masterworks)
Chew Vol. 3: Just Desserts
Deadpool by Skottie Young Vol. 2: Good Night (Deadpool (2018-2019))
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The IDW Collection Vol. 3
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Saturday Morning Adventures (2022-2023) #1
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Saturday Morning Adventures (2022-2023) #2
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Saturday Morning Adventures (2022-2023) #3
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Saturday Morning Adventures (2022-2023) #4
New X-Men by Grant Morrison Vol. 1: E Is For Extinction (New X-Men (2001-2004))
Spider-Man/Deadpool Vol. 0: Don't Call It A Team-Up (Spider-Man/Deadpool (2016-2019))
Favorite Comic/Trade Read:
Deadpool by Skottie Young Vol. 2: Good Night (Deadpool (2018-2019))
Magazine(s):
Magazine(s) Completed: 0
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Meal Tracker:
THURSDAY
Lunch:
(2) Hotdogs
Individual Cup of Bob Evan's Macaroni and Cheese
(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk
Snack:
Bag of Ranch Corn Nuts
Bag of BBQ Corn Nuts
(4oz) Bag of Sahale Snacks Pomegranate Vanilla Flavored Cashews Glazed Mix
(4oz) Bag of Sahale Snacks Pomegranate Flavored Pistachios Glazed Mix
(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk
Supper:
Can of Progresso Creamy Tomato with Penne
- 10 Crackers
(2) Grilled Cheese Sandwiches
(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk
(2) Small Oranges
FRIDAY
Lunch:
Bowl of Leftover White Chicken Chili
- 10 Crackers
(1) Grilled Cheese Sandwich
Snack:
Bowl of Wonderful's Shelled Sweet Chili Pistachios
(4oz) Bag of Sahale Snacks Pomegranate Vanilla Flavored Cashews Glazed Mix
(4oz) Bag of Sahale Snacks Pomegranate Flavored Pistachios Glazed Mix
Supper:
Individual Cup of Bob Evan's Macaroni and Cheese
SATURDAY
Lunch:
Skillet Chicken Quesadilla
- Leftover Chicken
- Busch's Taco Fiesta Black Beans
- Uncle Ben's Spanish Rice
- Shredded Mild Cheddar
- Good & Gather's Queso Blanco
- Side of Sour Cream mixed with Herdez's Street Taco Rojo and Verde Sauce
Snack:
(2) Individual Bags of Sahale Snacks Pomegranate Vanilla Flavored Cashews Glazed Mix
(2) Individual Bags of Smartfood's White Cheddar Popcorn
(1) Glass of Pumpkin Spice Flavored Milk
Bag of Black Jewel Popcorn
(1) Colorado Peach
Supper:
(2) Skillet Quesadilla
- Leftover Chicken
- Leftover Busch's Taco Fiesta Black Beans
- Leftover Uncle Ben's Spanish Rice
- Shredded Mild Cheddar
- Good & Gather's Queso Blanco
(1) Glass of Pumpkin Spice Flavored Milk
SUNDAY
Lunch:
Turkey & Swiss with Toasted Wheat Sandwich
(5) Baby Carrots
(1) Cup of Del Monte Peaches
Snack:
Serving of Good & Gather's Tex Mex Trail Mix
Supper:
Can of Progresso Lasagna Style Soup
- 10 Crackers
(1) Glass of Milk
MONDAY
Lunch:
Turkey & Swiss with Toasted Wheat Sandwich
(5) Baby Carrots
(1) Cup of Del Monte Peaches
Snack:
Serving of Good & Gather's Tex Mex Trail Mix
Supper:
Can of Progresso Lasagna Style Soup
- 10 Crackers
(1) Glass of Milk
TUESDAY
Lunch:
Turkey & Swiss with Toasted Wheat Sandwich
(5) Baby Carrots
(1) Cup of Del Monte Peaches
Snack:
Serving of Good & Gather's Tex Mex Trail Mix
Supper:
Can of Progresso Lasagna Style Soup
- 10 Crackers
(1) Glass of Milk
WEDNESDAY
Lunch:
Turkey & Swiss with Toasted Wheat Sandwich
(5) Baby Carrots
(1) Cup of Del Monte Peaches
Snack:
Serving of Good & Gather's Tex Mex Trail Mix
Supper:
Can of Progresso Lasagna Style Soup
- 10 Crackers
(1) Glass of Milk
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Workouts:
THURSDAY
(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]
(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]
(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]
(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]
(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]
(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]
(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]
FRIDAY
(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]
(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]
(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]
(10) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]
(10) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]
(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]
(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]
SATURDAY
(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]
(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]
(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]
(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]
(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]
(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]
(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]
SUNDAY
* Afternoon Workout *
(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]
(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]
(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]
(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]
(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]
(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]
(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]
* Evening Workout *
(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]
(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]
(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]
(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]
(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]
(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]
(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]
MONDAY
(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]
(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]
(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]
(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]
(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]
(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]
(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]
TUESDAY
(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]
(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]
(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]
(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]
(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]
(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]
(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]
WEDNESDAY
(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]
(100) Glute Bridges[4 sets of 25]
(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]
(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]
(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]
(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]
(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]
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WEIGHT TRACKER:
Starting Weight (Noon, 1/01/2023): XXX.X lbs
Weight at Last Check-In, 9/27/2023: -0.8 lbs
Weight As of Noon, 10/04/2023: +1.0 lbs
Total Weight Loss: -84.6 lbs
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Closing Thoughts:
The Good:
Had an opportunity to take PTO in the middle of the work week. Using it for some R&R.
The Bad:
I quasi wish I included a daily bag of popcorn in to my Groundhog Day Diet... You Live and You Learn.
Gained a pound - which put be under 85 pounds of weight loss.
The Ugly:
I have insane pain in my lower leg/shin. Been icing my leg throughout the day.
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