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[color=crimson][sub]"[b]On His Demon Head's Secret Service[/b]" // Part 05 // [ [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYofEAK8mPc]Dami's iPod[/url] ][/sub][/color][/center]

Changing in the car was always [i]awkward[/i].

Everything went into the bag to be destroyed. Burned, after they'd turned the car and the weapons back over to their contacts in the local mafia for destruction and recycling into new crimes. The shoes went in first, followed by the shirt and pants. Everything went in there, as trace chemicals from firing the gun could have stuck to any part of him. The gloves went in last, at which point the alcohol wipes were used to scrub his face and neck. Once those were in the bag, it was tied tight and the boy could change into the clothes that had been set out for him to travel in.

Pajamas.

Since they were departing Gotham late, these clothes had been selected as both practicality and use in further deflecting attention away from the pair. A pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt with a faded [i]Avatar: The Last Airbender[/i] graphic on it, along with a new pair of Heelys to replace the set that were getting burned. That seemed to be the way all his clothes and shoes got laundered. The boy wondered if he'd ever worn the same clothes twice, ever. To complete the look of a sleepy headed youth bound for air travel, his one carry on was a pillow.

He'd just finished changing when the car had rolled up to the curb at the Gotham airport. At the same time that the pair were exiting the car the pudgy man with the small eyes and round spectacles was emerging from out of the terminal building with a Starbucks cup in his hand. Without a word, he got into the Volvo and rolled away from the airport. The car would be emptied out and detailed before being turned back in.

As for Damian and his assassin-nanny, they made their way back through the airport. Retracing the steps from just hours before. The crew had the Gulfstream V prepped for take-off. Making his way to the back of the fuselage, the boy tossed his pillow down on the sofa that stretched along the side of the private jet's well appointed interior. Kicking off his shoes, the child flopped down on the sofa and curled up against the pillow to get comfortable.

He was asleep before the plane had even taken off.

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[color=crimson][b]N E W   Y O R K[/b]
Trump International Hotel & Tower[/color]

He sat up in a queen size bed, looking out over Central Park, and uncertain of what time zone he was in.

He didn't remember how he'd gotten here, but it was entirely possible that was because he'd been asleep the whole time from Gotham to New York. Children required ten hours of sleep, even the assassins, making Damian no exception to the physiological [b]crash[/b] that came with odd hours, periods of high stress, and globe trotting.

The boy was in a two bedroom Park View suite, surprised to find himself in the guest room. His [i]handler[/i] ought to have put him in the master suite. And she would have, which suggested that his handlers had switched off. Well, whoever this new babysitter was, they obviously thought quite highly of themselves -- putting themselves up in the master suite. And someone was clearly in there. He could hear the television from outside the room as he crept up to the door.

[color=gray][i]...the people of this city continue to live in fear as more sightings are reported of this so-called [b]Spider-Man[/b]. Vigilante, Fox News says. Hero, CNN claims. Well, ol' G. Gordon Godfrey isn't afraid to call this spider menace what it is! [b]Terrorism[/b]. Terrorism in America, and our own media condones it, ladies and...[/i][/color]

The door was suddenly yanked away, a hand seizing hold of the front of the boy's shirt before he could even prepare a defense. Or even realized he was under attack, for that matter. The hotel interior swirled around in his vision, before he was body slammed against the top of the king size bed.

...which smelled like, [i]perfume?[/i]

"Good morning, my love."

Looking up, the boy was stunned by the face was filled his vision. [color=crimson]"Mother!"[/color] he chirped in surprise.

Whatever the League had planned for New York, it was big.

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