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19. Explanation

I'm in the den pouring a glass of scotch for myself when the door bursts open to a frantic Garfield. "What is it Gar?" I ask him frustrated. "You need to get down to the cave. Now." He rushes out. "Why? What's going on?" I start to worry. He grabs my arm that's not holding my drink dragging me out the door. "You'll find out just come on." He says as we reach the library entrance.

When we reach the cave I hear yelling. I walk down the stairs and see my family gathered around a cell. "What's going on here?" I voice causing Dick and Raven to turn towards me. "Kay." Dick says motioning me towards them. I look into the cell and see Damian trying to get out of his cuffs. I hold my hand out signaling for the keys. "Keys please." I say and Tim places them in my palm. I unlock the door and step in closing it behind me. "Hold the door closed. I'll let you know when to let me out." I tell Jason and he nods.

I step further into the cell and closer to Damian. "Damian." I softly say to get his attention. He stops struggling against his restraints and looks up at me glare evident on his face. "How dare you kidnap me!?" He yells, I keep myself calm and my face soft. "I'm going to step closer to you. I'm going to show you something so I need you to stay calm." I softly tell him taking another step towards him until I stop in front of him raising my hands up to his head. "What do you think you are doing?" He snaps at me lurching forward. "Earlier you asked me how we were able to see into each other's minds. I'm going to show you." I explain and he growls. "No. Before you think about touching me you will explain." I nod sitting on the floor in front of his chair.

I look up into his eyes before I start talking. "As I said earlier we grew up together in the league. Because of my father and because of what I am, our mothers and your grandfather had us arranged to be married. When the compound was attacked my father took my mother and I to France for awhile before bringing me to Gotham. While I was on the move your mother brought you here. To your father. To your brothers." I say pointing at the men outside the door.

"I met you again at the beginning of senior year in art class. I didn't know who you were when I saw you I just know that I felt compelled to be near you. It wasn't until after one of your fathers parties that I found out who you were." I look him in the eyes as mine start to fill with tears. "We hated each other for a while because of what happened in the league. We were pissed when we found out that we were magically bound to each other. It wasn't until after you, your father, and your brothers rescued me from the torture your mother and my father put me through, to release my true identity that we started to finally get along. It took a few months but we started dating and well... We ended up getting married a few months after we graduated from high school." I continue but he cuts me off.

"How does this tell me how you got into my head?" He asks and I nod slowly. "Because of the magic binding us together, we are mentally and physically bound. We can speak telepathically as well as able to see into each other's minds. Up until we got married we were even able to feel what the other was feeling. If one of us was in pain or sick the other would feel it. When we got married that tie was cut." I tell him looking down at my hands in my lap fiddling with my wedding ring.

"Why do I not remember any of that?" He asks and I sigh. "While we were on our honeymoon your mother ambushed us taking you away from us. She had your memories of your life with your father locked away. Making you forget about all of us." I tell him and while explaining his face doesn't ease up.

I nod slowly and get up from my place on the floor. I look at Damian one last time before walking over to the door. He speaks up stopping me in my tracks. "Where are you going?" I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. "You need to rest and so do I. I will come back tomorrow with some food." I tell him before looking at Jason and nod once asking him to open the door.

Once I'm out I lock the door back up behind me before dropping the keys into Bruce's hand and walk away. "Hey Kayla, you okay?" Jay runs over to me asking. I look up at my brother-in-law and solemnly nod. "I'm fine Jay. I'm just tired. I'm going to head to bed. I'll see you in the morning." I tell him before walking up the stairs.

When I get to my room I close the door and lean against it letting my tears fall freely. I walk over to the chairs by my window and curl up in it resting my head on my knees looking out the window. I close my eyes leaving my head rested on my knees.

*Flashback*

I finish getting ready when there's a knock on my bedroom door. I walk over to it opening it to see Damian standing on the other side. He looks at me for a moment gapping at me. "You look breathtaking beloved. Shall we?" He says holding out his arm for me to take. I grip onto him and walk with him down to the living room. He stops briefly and turns to me with a small smile.

"I'm going to need you to close your eyes Habibiti. I would like to surprise you." He tells me and and I do as he asks. He leads me a little further before stopping to open a door then leads out into the night air. We stop and he puts his hand on my arm. "You are able to open your eyes now." He says and I do. When I open my eyes I see the most beautiful scene in front of me. He set up a table in the garden and surrounded it with candle.

After we eat Damian pulls me further into the garden. There he had a projector set up with a blanket and pillows placed in front of it. I get a good look at what my boyfriend had put together before turning back to look at him. I run back to him throwing my arms around him hugging him close to me before giving him a sweet kiss. Pulling away again I grab his hand dragging him over to the blankets.

*End of flashback*

I snap back to reality fresh tears streaming down my cheeks. I sigh pulling myself up from my chair and throw myself onto my bed. Before I know it I'm falling asleep face still streaked from crying.