Alfred drove the limo into the huge-ass garage that this place had. Then we got out of the car, and as I went to take out my bike from the back, Alfred came and said to me, "Allow me to take it out, young Galena."
"Sure thing, Mr. Pennyworth," I said to him as I moved back and let him do what he wanted because I was horrified of this man since he might shoot me in the head if I did anything dumb. And yes, I knew that I could heal from that, but I did not want to know how that felt, plus he was the coolest motherfucker ever, even if he was a shit dad to his daughter that he abandoned.
"Yo, Tim," said Duke as he walked into the garage. Then he saw me and said to me, "Oh, hey Gray, you're here too."
"Sup, Duke," said Tim as he got out of the limo.
"Heya, Duke," I said as Alfred gave me my bike and walked over to the garage door. Then I put my bike near it and walked toward the door that led to the manor.
Tim walked past Duke into the manor, and I followed behind Tim. As I walked past Duke, I dapped him up while scanning him, and he was in good health because of his accelerated healing, but he did have a lot of mental problems just like Tim, yet I wasn't touching that any time soon until I showed that I could heal and they told me that they were the Batfam, which I believed would happen at some point—just had to wait.
We walked through the halls to get to the game room that was on the second floor in the huge-ass manor. The halls were filled with pictures that I believed were both old and new, but I didn't know shit about art. It was like an art museum, at least what I assumed one would look like because I had never been to one.
As we walked, I got a weird feeling of something nasty and disgusting that should not exist. And it felt like death that was revived yet in a horrible, nasty way that should not be used. I knew what death felt like because the Essence of Healer let me feel and sense death. The main reason why I knew what death felt like was because of my bike ride to school this morning, and I felt death, although it was a small amount, yet no matter the size it was, I could still feel it. Death has a cold yet warm feeling that she brings to comfort those in need of it, yet she is cruel and cold to those who deserve it.
This presence was so full of rage and sorrow. I wa—no, I needed to heal and cleanse this pitiful being. It angered me so much because this poor soul did not deserve that treatment or to be revived in that nasty way.
"Gray, you good, dude?" Duke asked from my side. His voice was gentle, yet there was worry.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I asked as I got broken out of my trance that I had.
Then Tim spoke up by saying, "Because you look like you're about to kill someone."
"For real? My bad, guys. Just I remembered something that made me damn fucking pissed off, that's all, so my bad," I said to them, and I knew that they knew I was lying to them, and I wasn't even trying to hide it at this point because I didn't care and there was no point in lying since Tim was like the second-best detective after Batman, and I was 100 percent sure that they would tell Batman about this.
"Sure..." they both said at the same time with a lot of doubt, and I was sure that they both ran ideas through their minds on what got me so angry.
They were 100 percent eye-talking to each other because these motherfuckers were looking and moving their eyes in some weird-ass ways, and I was going to look up how to read people when I had the time.
"Yo, guys, can we stop at y'all's library so I can get a book about metals, woods, herbs, and plants?" I asked them as we kept walking.
They both snapped out of their little eye talk, and Tim said to me, "Sure can do, but why do you need books about that stuff?" And Tim and Duke led me to the library.
"Just planning on making a garden and a little workshop on the rooftop of my apartment so I can pass the time at night rather than just playing games all night long," I said to him, and what I said was true because I would be spending my nights from now on making stuff and caring for a garden since I wanted herbs for potions and other stuff, and I wanted to make weapons and other things so I could keep them in my Backpack at all times. The reason I was going to do it on my rooftop was because I didn't have the right amount of space for me to have my workshop in my Backpack.
"Since when did you make stuff?" Duke asked me, confused.
"Never, but I got a feeling that I will be the best at making things in the whole world," I said to him cockily because the Essence of the Crafter did in fact make me the best at making stuff.
"Oh really? Then how about you call me when you make something that is useable," Tim said to me as he poked my cheek to mess with me.
"Fuck off, cunt," I said to him as I slapped his hand away from me.
We got to the entrance of the library, and Tim opened one of the doors, and it was like a bookworm's wet fucking dream in this place because there were so many books.
"Close your mouth—you might get some dust in there," Tim said to me, and I shook my head as I closed my mouth, and I didn't even know I had my mouth open.
"Dude, there are so many books here..." I said as I walked into the library, and I totally didn't spin around like a kid in a candy store, no matter what Tim and Duke tell you, because those two are liars.
"Galena."
I froze the second I heard my last name and that dreadful voice of the demon spawn that I believed wanted revenge on me for punching him in the face. So I relaxed my body, which was tense because of that voice, and I turned around slowly, ready to block or run if I had to.
"Oh, hey Damian, it's really nice to see you here," I said to him as I think my voice cracked when I said his name.
"Have you come to accept, as my brothers would say, 'catch the fade'?" Damian said words that I would never believe were possible for him to say to anyone because I always assumed those types of words were beneath him.
I looked at Tim and Duke, who were laughing their asses off, and it was totally their idea for him to say that to me. Then I looked at Damian and said to him, "Fuck no," and I walked away from him as fast as I could to look for the books I wanted.
"Drake and Thomas, you two were wrong about him accepting to fight me if I said it that way, but you two have failed me," Damian said to them as I walked away, and they started to laugh harder.
Good, that little demon's attention was not on me right now, which meant that I didn't have to fight him because I wasn't even half good enough to keep up with him. Like, that motherfucker was raised to be a weapon, which was sad as fuck if you asked me, and he didn't deserve that—nobody really deserved that.
"I need to calm down," I said to myself as I did my breathing routine. Normally, I would not be getting mad about Damian's backstory, but that was when I was still in the "real world." I knew Damian in this world, and it really made me mad thinking about his backstory. It was like hearing from someone that you knew or loved talking about some really bad things that happened to them, and you got really mad about it, and that was what I was feeling right now.
Then I got an idea to put a field here because I wanted to, and Tim was a very good friend of mine. And I kind of wanted to fix up all the horrible pollution and curse problems because Gotham was my home and I loved her very much.
I walked back with my books to Tim and Duke because Damian left from the look of it. Then I asked them as I put the books on one of the tables in the library so they could know which books I wanted to borrow, "Guys, can I keep these books for a few days so I can read them all?"
"Go ahead, Gray. We're not going to miss 8 books for a couple of days," said Tim as he looked over the titles of the books. Duke leaned over Tim's shoulder to see the titles too.
Once I got the books in my bookbag, we were back on our way to the game room.
When we got to the game room, there were already two other people in it. And it was Dick and, for some reason, Bruce fucking Wayne.
And I was really fucked because I sucked at controlling my emotions and I wasn't that good of a liar, so I was really fucked.
"Hey, guys, it's a nice surprise that you guys came in," said Dick as he and Bruce played chess, and I was 100 percent sure that they planned this because of my little thing that happened in the halls.
"Good afternoon, boys," said Bruce with a smile so bright I might go blind from it, and a part of me refused to believe that this man was Batman because of how nice and kind he looked.
"Hey, Bruce," said Tim and Duke as they walked to the couch that was in front of the huge TV in the room. Then they sat on it.
"H-hello, Mr. Wayne," I said as I got nervous because I always got like that near him since this motherfucker was one of the richest fuckers in the whole world, and I think I was even more nervous because I knew that he was Batman.
"No need to be so tense, Gray. You are always welcome here with how much of a good friend you are to Tim," Bruce said to me as he got off from his chair and walked over to me. Then he put his hand on my shoulder, so I scanned him and I froze at the info that I got.
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[AN: Hello goblins, I just want to say that the Mc aka Gray is horrible at controlling his emotions just like he said and that he knows almost every Wayne in the house because how close he is with Tim.
Remember that he is still a teenager no matter, what kind of abilities he have so he was act like a teen and will get very mad when he think about his friends backstory because even if they are comics book characters in the "real world", to they are real people to him because he have the memories of being in this world so yes he will get mad about their backstories.
And the reasons he wanted the books about plants and herbs is because he want to grow so he will need that info on how to. And just because he knows which plants are good for healing doesn't means that he know how to grow them.]
Here what he look like: