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I’m fine

Damian Wayne knew that no one wanted him around. He wasn’t an idiot. He noticed how everyone always seemed to look at him with a bit of distaste and revulsion wherever he went.

It made him feel like he didn’t belong with them. Like he was unwanted.

Didn’t his family notice how hard he was trying?

They never seemed to look past the fact that he was raised by assassins. They all assumed that he was nothing but a cold, bratty, killer.

And in a way, maybe they were right.

After all, the ones he was supposed to call his brothers didn’t even give him a chance.

Even the team he handpicked, hated him.

What was wrong with him?

If everyone seemed to hate him so much, there had to be something wrong with him. Right?

That’s what everyone at school seemed to believe.

Ever since someone leaked his number, his phone would always be filled with dozens of new messages. Not a single one of them was positive.

“KYS smart ass”

“U know that no one actually likes you, right?”

“U might be Bruce Wayne’s child but remember that u were nothing but a mistake”

“No one’s going to like u with that attitude. No matter how hot you might be”

“isn’t it sad that no one likes you?”

“Do us all a favor and just kys”

And as if that wasn’t enough, everyone in his vigilante life seemed to always have something negative to say about him.

They didn’t even care that he was within earshot. In fact, he wholeheartedly believed that they wanted him to hear about all their complaints about him and his attitude.

He received their points loud and clear. No one there wanted him.

No matter how hard he tried, it would never be enough. Sometimes, he wanted to take his suit and run away, killing all the criminals that he deemed deserved it. He wanted to fight back and argue against them with the bratty behavior that everyone seemed to believe he was born with.

But.

It would only prove everyone right. It would only prove that he was nothing but a spoiled, worthless, ungrateful brat that doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.

Ever since Damian was given to his father, he has wanted nothing more than to gain his approval. He promised that he would become everything that Batman wanted and more.

Even if it meant that he had to pretend that their comments didn’t hurt him.

Damian stared back at his empty, plain wall.

A few minutes before he got back to the manor, the team had just completed another mission.

Damian was about to apologize because he felt like he was a bit too overbearing and bossy when he heard them complaining and criticizing him.

Again.

He froze, not knowing what to do.

“- Such a brat!” he heard someone growl. “Like how can someone be such a dick?”

The room filled with laughter and Emiko spoke up, “What did the kid do now?”

“He goes and gets mad at me for being incompetent or something. Like it’s not my fault I wasn’t raised by a crazy old hot assassin lady.” Wally snapped.

They were right, of course. Damian was raised in different circumstances. And he knew that he was a bit harsh. But he just didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

“‘If you don’t halt your tongue you useless speedster,” someone mockingly imitated, “You will perish under my sword.” That brought another round of fresh laughter to the tight group.

Not even the two people that Damian could probably call his friends could hold in their laughs.

“Why are you guys so mean to the small man?” Roundhouse asked, making the tense feeling inside Damian’s chest loosen up a bit.

Maybe they didn’t hate him as much as he thought they did.

He heard Emiko snort, “Please, that wanna-be is barely a man.”

He quickly got that foolish thought out of his head.

Wally muttered something that Damian couldn’t hear.

Emiko spoke up again, “You guys wanna know what Roy told me,” Damian assumed that the others nodded and he found himself leaning in as well. “He said that even his own brothers don’t like him. They just put up with him to make their dad happy. Actually, probably even his own father doesn’t want him.”

Damian ignored how tight his chest was getting. They were right after all. No matter how hard he tried, his father would never love him the way he loved Grayson, Todd, and Drake.

Wally laughed, “You’re probably right. I mean, didn’t his mom just force Batman to take him. The guy probably didn’t have a choice.”

“That must be tough.” someone huffed, “Being tossed around like trash.”

“He probably deserved it.”

Damian stood there, suddenly not wanting to face his team. Again, they were right. Maybe he did deserve it. No one wanted him around.

No one loved him.

He noticed that the talking from the room ceased and decided that maybe now would be a good time to quickly leave.

All he had to do was go in, use the zeta tubes, and he would be out of there.

Damian walked in the room, with the utmost confidence he could muster.

“Great!” Wally had an excited grin on his face, “I can’t wait to go-“ his voice trailed off when he spotted Damian walking in.

“Can’t wait for what?” he couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“We’re going to the movies!” Djinn answered for the speedster. “We wanted to do a bit of team bonding.” she gave him a bright smile.

Damian nodded in acceptance, hoping that his eyes didn’t betray the hurt he was feeling. Understanding the fact that no one wanted him around, he muttered a quick “Have fun.” Then left.

He should’ve known better than to know that they would invite him.

They probably just didn’t want him to ruin their bonding experience. It makes sense. Damian ruined everything. And he doesn’t even have to try.

It’s like all he had to do was step into a room and everyone’s mood suddenly spiraled down.

These feelings stirring up inside of him made him feel weak and useless. He was pathetic.

Damian stopped, why should he care about what they think? Their opinions should mean nothing to him.

Because father would want you to get along with them. His mind whispered. And even if you don’t want to admit it, you’ve grown fond of them. That’s why you want them to like you so much.

Damian sighed, deciding to take a shower. It’s not like he had anything better to do.

He left his phone on his bed, barely anyone but Alfred came into his room anyway.

The steaming hot water sprinkled across his brown skin. It hurt at first but Damian got used to it.

He didn’t know how long he stayed in the shower but when he heard the knock at the door, he immediately assumed that it was time for dinner.

“I’ll be there soon Alfred!” he called out, changing as fast as he could. He didn’t want to disappoint his father by showing up late.

“Sorry, but I’m not Alfred.”

“Grayson?” he asked, stepping out of the bathroom. “What are you doing here?”

“Do I need an excuse to visit my brother?” he grinned excitedly.

Damian wanted to nod and say yes. No one talked to him unless they had to. However, Damian stopped himself when he saw the glint of mischief in Grayson’s eyes.

Immediately putting up his guard, knowing nothing good happens when Nightwing himself is up to no good, he sneered. “I’m not up for your silly little games tonight.”

Grayson had the nerve to look hurt and pout. Damian ignored him, “Please Dami.” he begged, “I just want to spend some time with my brother.”

“Well, I don’t want to spend time with you.” Damian snapped, “Now if you excuse me, I have to go do… something.”

Grayson cheerfully grinned, ignoring everything Damian just said. “Since you have nothing better to do, let’s go hang out with your friends.” Before Damian could say that he didn’t have any friends and that Bruce needed to know if he ever went somewhere, Grayson lifted him up. “I already asked Dad. So come on! I want to meet your team.”

“It’s not like I have a choice.” Damian grumbled, “Can you put me down?”

“Nope.”

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When they arrived at the tower, Damian sat on the only empty seat left.

He was confused. Why was everyone here? Did they just bring him here so that they could talk about how bad of a person he was? Cause he honestly didn’t need a reminder.

He had a bad feeling about this meetup.

He soon became aware that everyone was watching him, “Don’t you guys have a movie to watch?”

“It was closed.”

“How would it be closed? It’s barely 10 o’clock.”

Crush looked at Todd and the boy rolled his eyes before speaking up. “Hey, brat. You do-”

“Don’t I get a welcome, Demon?” Drake suddenly interrupted, “Plus, last time I checked, you didn’t know what cinema they were going to, so how would you know what time it would close.”

“Tt, whatever.” he rolled his eyes, concealing how his chest seems to ache at the fact that his brothers they didn’t even care that were humiliating him in front of his team. “Can I go now?” he turned to Grayson, “I just remembered that I had to do something.”

It was an obvious lie. And from the snickers going on around the room, they knew it too. Damian didn’t bother to pretend to care. He needed to get out of here.

Something felt wrong.

Without waiting for Grayson’s answer he stood up and tried to walk towards the exit. However, judging by the fact that someone was blocking the door, it seemed like they didn’t want him to leave.

He turned around. “What do you guys want?” he demanded, hoping that they would get the hint that he didn’t want to stay here.

“I don’t know what they want,” Todd casually said, leaning forward. “But can you try this? Alfred gave me the recipe.”

Damian narrowed his eyes at the drink, running his hands through his dark, damp hair. A habit he only did when he was extremely nervous or when he had a very bad feeling. “And I should care about that because…?” He made his voice trail off.

Why won’t they leave him alone?

Everyone seemed to grit their teeth before Crush looked at him straight in the eye, an eyebrow mockingly raised. “Please don’t tell me that you’re scared.”

Damian scoffed at the thought.

Him. Scared of a drink? As if.

He paused, he was wary of it though. Something definitely didn’t feel right. He wanted to leave before this whole thing further escalated.

It was like he was back in school and everyone was surrounding him so that he couldn’t walk away. Then somehow, everyone would make comments about how useless and stupid he was. Then they would push him around. Sometimes, they would even go as fast as going through his backpack and rip his notebooks apart.

It was humiliating.

Is that what they wanted? To humiliate Damian.

He was right. They really did hate him.

The fact that Damian didn’t answer his teammate’s question seemed to boost everyone’s confidence.

Damian noticed that they all had a glint of amusement in their eyes, probably enjoying the fact that he couldn’t leave.

Todd walked up to him, the mug in his hand. Damian couldn’t bring himself to move, he could only stare at the object.

Get out. his head seemed to scream. Get out!

He warily looked around, he couldn’t force himself out of this one. He was trapped and the walls just kept closing in.

“You know,” Emiko taunted. “What would happen if your father heard the fact that you declined a drink that your brother obviously worked hard on just for you?” she suddenly let out a mocking gasp, “Oh! What would the League do?”

“If dad found out,” Drake playfully commented, a hint of delight in his tone. As if he enjoyed how uncomfortable Damian felt. “You would probably be banned from patrol… again.”

Everyone around him laughed and Damian clenched his fists.

This wasn’t fair.

Why should it matter that he didn’t want to try the stupid drink that Drake made?

He tried to look at Grayson for help but he was laughing too. Why would his brother the older kid bring him here just to be made fun of?

He hated it here.

Did all of them hate him so much that they would gang up on him? Threatening him that they’ll snitch to Bruce so that he wouldn’t be able to be Robin anymore?

They couldn’t.

Damian refused to let them take away the only escape he had from his horrible life.

If all they wanted was for him to drink from that stupid mug, then he would.

He snatched the white mug- covered with bats from Todd’s hand. Not even bothering to check what was in it, he drank it all as fast as he could.

Before he could open his mouth to ask if he could leave now, his vision blurred. Dark spots seemed to be dancing around the room.

What was happening?

His head suddenly started to hurt. He tried to walk away but he stumbled, almost falling face-first to the floor when someone caught him.

Damian felt his body being carried and put down somewhere soft.

The last thing he noticed was the fact that everyone seemed to wear matching smirks. The exact smirks that seemed to make chills go down Damian’s spine all evening. Wally took out his phone, angling it to film something.

He heard the voices talking and he felt his mouth open as if answering a question.

His head still hurts.

He wanted the pain to go away.

Why wasn’t it going away?

He wanted to scream for help. It hurts. Everything hurts. But it was like he couldn’t bring the words out of his mouth.

He didn’t know if the reason he couldn’t ask for help was that he didn’t trust them or if he just physically couldn’t do it.

In the end, it didn’t matter. Damian’s small body slumped against the couch and his vision went dark.

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When his green eyes opened, he felt like Superman hit his head with as much strength as he could.

It hurts, the throbbing just wouldn’t stop and his eyes couldn’t focus. Everything was blurry and hazy.

He tried to get up but it was like his body failed him. He couldn’t move.

Suddenly, he felt someone put another blanket over his body. He looked up and noticed that all three of his father’s sons were there, staring at him with worried eyes.

They sat on his bed, “What’s wrong, Dami?” Todd asked in a worried tone.

“Nothing,” he muttered. “Why are you guys here?”

“We’re just worried for you, little bat.” Grayson softly argued, his hands playing with Damian’s dark hair.

“Why?” If he could, Damian would’ve winced at how pathetic he sounded. “ I mean, what happened?”

The older bats exchanged glances before Drake slowly answered his question, “There was a mission.” he faltered, “And you got hurt. Really badly.”

Damian frowned, the pain distracting him from focusing on anything else but the words being said to him. “I don’t remember going on a mission?” His eyes stared at theirs, “What was the mission again, exactly?”

Todd scooted closer to him and Damian wanted to scoot away, will he hurt him? “We’ll tell you everything later. Right now, you need to rest.”

Damian’s head throbbed even more, “None of this makes sense. Where’s the team?” When the word team came out of his mouth, something inside Damian seemed to snap, he looked at them, obviously panicking as he asked, “How’s the team? Are they hurt? No one was drastically injured right?”

How could he be so selfish? Why was he focusing on himself so much? He should’ve focused on his team right when he woke up.

No wonder they hated him. He couldn’t even protect them properly.

Were they going to kick him out? Were they going to replace him as their leader? Were they g-

“Your team is fine,” Tim assured him, wrapping his arm around Damian, causing the small child to flinch. Drake quickly removed his arm, muttering a quick “Sorry.”

Noticing that the atmosphere has gotten tense and uncomfortable again, Damian couldn’t help but scold himself. Stupid, he just wanted to help you. Why did you have to flinch?

“They’re worried about you, you know.” Grayson suddenly spoke up.

Damian tilted his head in confusion, “Who?”

“Your team.”

“Why?” he questioned.

“Cause you’re hurt?” Todd supplied, as if it was obvious, exchanging quick glances with the others again.

“I just have a headache.” Damian argued before muttering a quiet, “Plus, they didn’t care before. So why would they care now.”

“They care because you’re their leader” Grayson gently answered.

Damian scrunched his eyebrows, so they didn’t want to replace Damian as the leader. Maybe he wasn’t as useless to the team as he thought. They might not like him but they probably believed he was valuable.

Damian nodded in understanding, “So you’re sure that no one’s hurt.” he asked meekly. “Did you make sure that they were all okay?”

They might not like or care about him but Damian cared for them.

“They’re fine.” Todd mumbled, “Now, why don’t you go back to sleep.”

Grayson wrapped Damian around his arms, this time Damian tried his hardest not to flinch. It didn’t work but Grayson didn’t seem to notice or care.

He just didn’t want to turn the pleasant atmosphere into an awkward and sorrowful one.

“You’re never getting hurt again.” he heard Drake vow. “We’ll make sure of it.”

Damian wanted to mention they would not be able to keep that promise. They wouldn’t be there with him at every moment of his life.

Damian chose not to tell them down. As much as they wanted to believe that they knew Damian, they didn’t.

Plus, that promise was doomed from the start. After all, how could they protect Damian from themselves?

He also decided that he wouldn’t mention their strange behavior. He knew that they would go back to hating him tomorrow. Right now, all he wanted was to stay in the older kid’s arms.

For once in his life, Damian felt like he belonged. Like someone cared.

He only wished that this feeling would last forever.

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The plan is finally in action

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Chapter 14

The plan was a bit far-fetched, even by Ladybug’s standards. It was sloppy and rushed but she hoped that it would work.

If not, then everything good that’s been happening to her for the past few weeks might just crumple beneath her fingers once again.

And she refused to have that happen.  

Her talk with Alya calmed her nerves for a little but now they were back in full swing. It was as if someone poured a bucket of ice-cold water on her in the middle of winter.

Ladybug shut her eyes, counting to ten as she did the breathing exercises Master Fu taught her.

She unclenched her fists and forced her whole body to relax. She’s got this.

If she can face akumas ten times her size alone then she can face Chat Noir.

Right?

She shook her head, “Stop it Marinette.” she scolded herself, “Those types of thoughts will only set you back. Remember what Xavier told you?”

Ladybug felt the corners of her mouth twitch at the mention of the musician. “You got this,” she whispered once again. “You’re gonna defeat Chat Noir and then you’ll defeat Hawk Moth and then you’ll finally tell Xavier that you’re ready to date and then you’ll punch Lila in the face.”

She grabbed the picnic basket, clenching on it tightly as she took one more breath in.

“You got this.”

Throwing her yoyo at the closest building, she began to swing and make her way towards the Eiffel Tower. The same tower where she knows that a certain cat would be waiting for her.

She felt the wind blowing in her face but instead of the exciting rush it used to give her, it only made the knot in her stomach continue to tighten.

It only took her a few minutes to reach the top of the tower.

Ladybug took in her final deep breath. She wished that it took longer.

“M’lady.” a voice said behind her, “I knew you would come to your senses.”

Ladybug didn’t have to turn around for her to know that Chat was smirking. She shut her eyes for a few seconds before gathering up enough courage to turn around.

Chat Noir licked his lips the moment her eyes met his and the way he was looking at her made Ladybug feel like she was nothing but an object to him. An object that belonged to him.

Where did everything go wrong?

Chat Noir, the one person in the world that she thought she could trust with everything, was nothing but a monster deep down. He was worse than Hawk Moth could ever be.

With Hawkmoth, at least she knew that he was a villain. She knew what he wanted and the lengths that he would go to get it.

But with Chat, Ladybug didn’t know.

He was manipulative. He would make you feel special with his words in order to sink his claws into your brain, hoping that with enough flattery, he could make you do everything he wanted.

He was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Chat Noir walked closer towards her, each step purposely louder than the last.

His eyes stared at her deeply. As if she was a snack that he couldn’t wait to eat.

She forced a smile onto her face, “Hey, kitty.”

“Hey, bugaboo.” Chat cupped her face, tracing her jawline with his claws.

Ladybug froze and this time she couldn’t hold back her shudder. She saw Chat smirk and he pressed his fingernails even harder against her skin. If he pushed it an inch deeper, he would draw blood.

She could see the threat for what it was. One wrong move and he could tear her skin open.

Ladybug let him have this ‘victory’ for a few more seconds before leaning away, gently taking her hands off her face. “Let’s eat first, shall we, Chaton?”

She purposely made her voice lower, more seductive, when she said the last word. She needed his guard to be lowered.

“Whatever you want, m’lady.” Chat smirked and for a few seconds, she felt her heart stop.

That was the same smirk he used whenever he told a bad pun. The same smirk he gave her whenever they outsmarted the akuma. The same smirk that used to give her comfort now made her feel like ants were crawling all over her body.

She felt his cold hand tightly gripping her wrist.

It was a warning and a reminder.

She gave him the brightest smile she could muster, “Lead the way.”

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That's right. I uploaded twice in a month.

You guys better be proud.

Like always, please comment your thoughts, suggestions, and feedback. And if you see any mistakes, please tell me. I don't have a beta reader so that'll make my life a lot easier.

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inspired by XY's Muse by @xjaccyx

XY’s Muse

uploaded on 07/01/21

Alya’s surprised. But then again, could you blame her?

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Chapter 13

Alya didn’t know whether she was gonna jump in excitement or cry because of exhaustion.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Ladybug.

Marinette is Ladybug.

Her best friend is Ladybug.

Oh my fucking god.

Marinette chose Alya to be Rena Rogue.

Marinette trusted Alya with a miraculous.

Without even thinking about it, she threw herself at her best friend, giving her the tightest hug she could. God knows that Marinette needed it.

“Alya,” Mari gasped, arms flailing. “I can’t breathe.”

Her face turned sheepish, “Oops.” she apologized, “I just thought that you needed another hug.”

Marinette gave Alya a reassuring smile, “It’s fine. Just try not to kill me next time. Please.”

The word kill and next time we're running around her head dangerously. Her eyes flashed with anger and Alya’s pretty sure that something showed in her face because Marinette tensed up.

Alya glared at her friend, “Sit.” she commanded, her voice had her listen-to-me-or-i'll-make-you-regret-it-tone.

Marinette followed with no hesitation. She knew better than to challenge Alya when she was in this type of mood.

Which is good. Really good.

Because Alya was mad. Fire was roaring through her ears and all she could see was red.

First, Chat Noir hurt Ladybug. Her hero.

And now she finds out that Ladybug was Marinette this whole time. One of the sweetest girls that Alya has ever met. Alya’s best friend. Due to common sense, that meant that Chat Noir also hurt Marinette.

Alya was going to burn that cat, chop him into pieces, slice his throat open, and ruin his reputation so hard that he would never recover. Not necessarily in that order.

Alya scoffed as if the mangy alley cat would even survive. He wouldn’t get a chance to fucking recover.

He hurt someone Alya cared about.

This meant war.

She glanced at Marinette. The poor thing was staring at Alya like she was going to explode which was… fair. But Alya wasn’t going to explode at Marinette. She was going to explode at Chat Noir. There was a difference. A big difference.

She forced herself to calm down. As much as Alya wanted Marinette to know her step-by-step plan of ruining Chat Noir, she also knew that her best friend didn’t need any more stress in her life.

Alya sat next to her once again, gripping Marinette’s hand in order to comfort her. “Is there anything you want to talk about?” she couldn’t help but ask. “Not as Alya and Ladybug, but as Marinette and Alya.”

Marinette was hesitant, but she still nodded, causing Alya to inaudibly sigh with relief. She might not be able to physically help Marinette with her problem with Chat Noir, but at least she could help mentally. And sometimes, that was what mattered the most.

They sat in a tense, yet somehow comfortable silence for a few seconds before Marinette spoke up, her voice quivering as if she’s scared that Alya would judge her for what she would say.

Alya couldn’t do anything but give her hand another reassuring squeeze.

Marinette took a deep breath, “Sometimes I- sometimes everything just feels like it’s too much. With the whole thing with Hawk Moth, then Lila, and now Chat Noir. The only time I feel like I get to relax is whenever I'm with you or Nino and Xavier.”

Alya raised an eyebrow at the last name, “Who’s Xavier?”

Marinette blushed and Alya’s never seen her so… red. Not even for Adrien. Which was good. Cause that little musty ass bitch can go to hell.

She’s still really mad at how he played everyone. Alya thought that Adrien, Nino, Marinette, and her would stay friends forever. Even if Marinette was a little awkward around the model, she always thought that Adrien found it endearing.

Maybe even cute.

But now she knows that it was just another one of his many masks to fool people. To manipulate them.

If anything, he probably made fun of them behind their backs.

“Xavier is um-” Marinette’s eyes drifted to her feet so that she didn’t have to face Alya. “It’s XY?” she suddenly exclaimed.

“You sure?”

Marinette winced, “Yes?”

“He lets you call him Xavier.”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn't you tell me that you were dating someone?” Alya teased.

Alya didn’t think it was possible but Marinette turned even redder, “We’re not- it’s not, I don’t think it’s like that.” she finished lamely.

“We’re going back to this conversation later,” Alya informed her best friend.

Her mind was going to combust with all the new information but she still couldn’t help but smile.

The internet’s been going crazy over the supposed new golden couple of Paris.

It was honestly a bit of a catastrophe and Alya hates it because Marinette is getting so much hate over it online. Maybe Alya can get Max to hack into Instagram so that she can find out who exactly is sending her friend hate. Then get their address and set their house on fire.

She can put it on her to-do list.

Chat Noir first, then Lila and Adrien, and then the people hating on Marinette.

And in between, she’ll help Marinette gain more confidence, have XY and Mari officially become boyfriend and girlfriend. Help break the internet because she’s introducing them to Paris’s new power couple, smack Lila (again), and then get some sleep.

She and Marinette talked a bit more and when it was time for Ladybug to leave, Alya immediately grabbed her phone and asked Nino to grab her a coffee.

She had her work cut out for her.

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We’re Tired of Him

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We’re Tired of Him (part 2)

Dick stared at the cards in front of him, eyes tentatively drifting to Tim and Jason.

Jason’s brows were furrowed before he slowly put down a +4, cheekily grinning at Tim. “I choose red.”

Tim’s face was blank, eyes switching from the stack of cards on the table to the ones that he was holding. In the end, he gave Dick a mischievous grin, putting down another +4. “I want green.”

Dick groaned and the cave was filled with his brothers’ laughter, they gave each other a high five while Dick grabbed 8 cards from the deck.

“You guys are cheating.” he accused.

Jason shrugged and Tim raised an eyebrow, neither one saying anything.

Jason had five cards left and Tim had three. Dick would be winning if it wasn’t for that stupid +8 trick they pulled off.

He put down a green card, leaving him with nine cards.

“Uno,” Tim called out, not flinching when Dick glared at him.

No one said anything for a few seconds until Dick’s voice cut through the silence. “I don’t want to play anymore.”

Tim gaped at him, “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair is the fact that the two of you are conspiring against me.”

“We are not!”

“Are too.”

“Are not.”

“Are too!”

“Jason, tell Dick that we weren’t cheating.”

Jason stared back at the two of them, unimpressed. “We weren’t cheating.”

Tim gave him a victorious look. As if he was trying to say, see. Jason agrees that we weren’t cheating, so we obviously aren’t cheating.

“That doesn’t prove anything.” Dick cried out, “Why would Jason admit that you guys were cheating?”

Jason frowned, “Are you accusing me of lying?”

“Yes!”

“That’s not very nice of you, Dickie.”

“I don’t care if it’s not nice of me. You’re cheating and I don’t want to play with a bunch of cheaters.”

Laughter filled the air and Dick turned towards it, launching himself towards the intruder.

Behind him, Tim took a defensive position, bo staff in his hand and Jason had his guns out, ready to shoot the intruder.

With rubber bullets, of course.

The intruder groaned in pain, “Well, at least I know that it doesn’t matter how old you are. You’re still a very sore loser.”

Dick glanced down, getting off the person when he realized who it was. “Sorry, Wally.” he apologized, offering his hand to pull the red-head up.

Tim frowned, “What are you doing here?”

“Yeah,” Dick added on. “Didn’t you guys have a mission or something?”

Wally sped over to the closest chair and sat on it, “Yeah, but we finished it pretty quickly.”

Wally’s eyes were focused on his hands and Tim followed the speedster’s gaze, noticing how they seemed to fidget.

Tim inwardly frowned, was there a problem or something. Everyone in the Justice League knew that the Batcave was off limits. And even then, they didn’t make an effort to try and enter it.

Wally was lucky that Dick was here or else Batman would’ve had to deal with him.

Thankfully, Jason spoke up, “There better be an emergency or something cause it's game night. And you just interrupted it.”

Wally opened his mouth, “You know Damian right?”

Tim stared at Wally, “Yeah, we know Damian. He’s our brother, you idiot.”

“No- I mean- like- I-“ Wally sighed, “I know he’s your brother, it’s just-“ he groaned, “I don’t know how to explain it.”

Tim wanted to groan as well. This was supposed to be game night. A bonding experience. He didn’t want to talk about Damian.

He would be lying if he said that he still didn’t harbor a grudge against the youngest member of the Wayne family.

When Jason tried to kill him, he was under the influence of the Lazarus Pit. And afterward, he apologized to Tim.

As far as Tim knew, Damian wasn’t under the influence of anything. All Damian said was something about how Tim wasn’t worthy of becoming the Wayne heir and tried to slice him with a sword.

Bruce said that he had a talk with Damian about it but the brat never apologized, so Tim hasn’t forgiven him.

Dick’s voice snapped Tim out of his thoughts, “Did Damian do something again?”

“Kind of.” Wally waved it off, “He was just acting like- well, himself.”

Tim winced, that was still pretty bad.

“What did he do?”

“It’s not important.”

“It must be pretty important if you risked going to the Batcave.” Jason pointed out.

“That’s actually not why I’m here.”

It was Jason’s turn to frown. None of this shit was making sense.

He knew that he should’ve just stayed with Roy.

Jason was under the impression that they would be playing games. You know, hanging out, making a mess, being forced to bond like brothers and all that shit.

He didn’t want to talk about the demon brat.

And if anyone asked, the answer was yes. He was still mad at the little Christmas gift Damian got him last Christmas.

What the fuck gave the kid the idea to give Jason a crowbar as a gift?

Jason still had nightmares about his death. The crowbar did nothing but made those horrors come more often every night.

He fought off the shiver that threatened to make its way upon his body.

“If you weren’t here to talk about the demon, then what did you want to talk about?”

Wally faced them, “You wouldn’t happen to know a way to get the bra- Damian to relax would you?”

Jason heard Tim snort at the question, “Trust me. If we knew a permanent way to get Damian to stop being so uptight, we would’ve used it by now.”

He studied the speedster, narrowing his eyes when Wally started to avoid their gaze.

“Wally,” Dick was using his i-am-the-leader-so-you-have-to-listen-to-me voice. “What are you trying to say?”

“I mean, what if we get him drunk.”

Jason blinked, “You want to get Damian drunk.”

When Wally nodded, Jason continued, practically yelling. “Why the fuck would you want to get Damian drunk? He’s gonna kill you.”

Tim shook his head, his mind already coming up with a million scenarios of how this would end up. “How did you even come up with the idea that getting Damian drunk would help him relax?”

“Getting him drunk won’t help him relax at all.” Jason pointed out, “It’ll probably only make him even more uptight and paranoid.”

Jason’s blue eyes glinted with something Tim couldn’t decipher, “Unless that’s not what you’re after. You want to get the brat drunk for another reason.”

Wally nervously nodded, “You caught me. Well us- I guess. The team and I wanted your permission to get Damian drunk so that we can learn more about him and gain blackmail material on him.”

Tim froze, mouth open in shock.

That was a lot of information.

Dick sat down, his head beginning to hurt.

He could see the appeal in learning more about Damian. He’s been living in the manor for around two years now and they still don’t know much about him.

If Damian opens up about his past, then it’ll be easier for the family to help him. It’ll be nice for Damian to start getting comfortable with people. After all, that was the whole reason that Bruce signed him up for school.

And who knows, maybe his baby bird could make a new friend or two. Cause Dick knows full well that he doesn’t have any at the moment.

The cave was engulfed with silence, except for the sound of Wally’s feet nervously tapping the floor.

In the end, the speedster himself was the one who cut through it. “So…” Wally’s voice trailed off, “Do I have your permission?”

Tim’s eyes were focused on the ground. “I don’t care what you do to the brat but I want to be in the tower when it happens.”

Wally smirked, nodding in acceptance. “Deal,” he turned to the others “What about you guys?”

Dick shifted uncomfortably in the chair, his back was stiff and Tim could see how conflicted his eyes were. With a little bit of probing, he knew that he could convince his oldest brother to agree to Wally’s demands.

“Come on Dick,” Tim said, his lips tugging upwards. “Aren’t you even remotely curious about what Damian will say?”

When Dick doesn’t answer, Tim continued. “You know that Damian has a hard time with, um, interacting with people. This is probably the only way we’ll get him to open up.”

He could see the gears turning in Dick’s head and Tim realized that he was so close. All he had to do was push a little more.

“Doesn’t Damian deserve it? Damian deserves people who understand him. People that’ll be there for him. Hasn’t Talia fucked up his life enough?”

Dick clenched his fists at the mention of the Al Ghul, “Fine.” He spat out, “But only because Damian needs this.”

Tim raised an eyebrow at him, not believing a word. “Alright.”

Dick wasn’t stupid. He knew that Tim was trying to manipulate him into agreeing. But it also doesn’t change the fact that his brother was right.

Talia did mess up Damian’s life. She was the reason that he hasn’t opened up to anyone yet. Why he was treated like such an outcast with the other capes.

If all Dick had to do was get his little brother drunk, then he would do it.

Tim turned to his predecessor, “And you Jason?” he asked. His head was tilted innocently but his eyes were calculating him.

Jason knew he would be outnumbered if he disagreed. It also doesn’t help that Tim had his I-can-get-you-to-agree-with-anything-face on.

He groaned in defeat, burying his face with his hands. He knew that he should’ve stayed with Roy tonight. After this, he would never go to a game night again.

He looked at Tim’s determined face and sighed, “I’m not gonna be able to stop any of you anyway. I’m in as well.” his lips formed a smirk, “It won’t hurt to gain blackmail material on the brat.”

Damian better watch out because the next time he puts a crowbar underneath his pillow, Jason was gonna send the video of him being drunk out of his mind to everyone that he was in contact with.

Jason knows that Tim would help him.

“So you all agree?”

“Yes.”

“You’re agreeing to getting your brother drunk.”

“Yes.”

“Huh, okay. Great.”

Wally’s face turns mischievous and it reminds Dick of when they were kids. Back when they just started with the whole vigilante thing.

“So are you guys free for the rest of the night?”

“Wait,” realization hit Tim like the brick that Steph threw at him. “You guys are planning on doing this tonight?”

Wally nods, “Well, yeah. The sooner the better you know?”

“And when exactly did you guys come up with this plan?”

Wally rubbed the back of his neck, “Like about two hours ago? We were just talking and it escalated from there.”

Tim doesn’t know how you can go from talking to conspiring an idea on getting a teammate drunk. At least, not unless-

“You know, you can admit that you were talking about Damian.” Tim leaned forward, “You guys aren’t the only ones that talk badly about him.”

“Tim!” Dick cried incredulously, “You shouldn’t talk about Damian like that.”

He shrugged in response, “You do it too.” he said, “Remember when you first met him?”

He felt his face turning red and he turned away from Tim, hoping he wouldn’t see his face. “That was a long time ago.”

“You were also complaining about him yesterday.”

“I was not.”

“Was too.”

Tim folded his arms, “So you’re a sore loser and a liar.”

Dick fought hard to suppress a groan, “You guys were cheating.” he cried out. “I don’t play with cheaters.”

Jason faced Wally. “What they’re trying to say is that yes. We’re all free tonight.”

Wally smiled brightly. “I knew that you guys would be okay with this.”

Jason nodded, deciding he should be nice for once and not point out how Wally pale and nervous the speedster was before he asked the question.

For someone with super speed, Wally took way too long to get to the point.

He could see why he was friends with Dick.

“You know,” Wally’s tone got Dick’s attention. It was the one he always used where he wanted to embarrass someone. And Dick was usually the target. “I remember you hacking the Mario Kart back when we used to play.”

“Did I?” he put on his best confused face, “I don’t remember that ever happening.”

Dick definitely remembered that happening. He beat a speedster at a racing game. Hacked or not, he was still the winner.

Tim pointed an accusatory finger at him, “I knew it. You’re the cheater.”

Jason shook his head in agreement, “Dickface over here has the biggest competitive streak. Remember when he put the steak in his shorts just so he could prove to everyone that he was Titus’s favorite?”

Dick forced a frown on his face, “Funny thing is, I don’t remember that happening. At all.”

“That took place two days ago!”

“I have bad memory…?” he meekly offered.

Tim scoffed, “We’re never having a game night with you again.”

“You say that every week.” Jason pointed out.

“Well, I’m serious this time.”

“Uh-huh.”

Tim didn’t like the amount of attention that was now focused on him so he turned to Wally, “So how are we going to get Damian drunk?”

“We were just gonna spike his drink.”

Tim swore, “You can’t just spike Damian’s drink. He’s gonna figure out that you guys are acting weird and realize what you’re doing.”

Wally fidgeted under Tim’s scrutinizing gaze, “Well what do you suggest we do?”

Tim smirked and Dick swears that the room just got colder.

“The kid is pretty much a prodigy at everything vigilante related thanks to his training, but he sucks at socializing.”

“Well, yeah. Isn’t that why we want to get him drunk?” Wally asked, not seeing the point in what Tim is trying to see.

Tim answered the redhead's question with a “Well, yes.” before continuing at his attempt to tell everyone his plan.

“But what I’m trying to say is that we can overwhelm him. Me and Jason will help set everything up in the tower and Dick will bring Damian there.”

“So we’re throwing a party?”

Tim furrowed his eyebrows, “I mean, if that’s what you want to call it, then yes.”

It was Dick’s turn to frown, “Why do I have to be the one to bring him in?”

“Cause he likes you better than any of us.”

“But still,” Dick groaned. “It’s gonna be so hard to convince him.”

“That sounds more like a you problem than it sounds like an us problem.”

“This is unfair.”

“Call it paying me and Jason back for accusing us of cheating.”

Before Dick could reply, Wally sped away, taking his brothers with him. And before he could even blink, they disappeared via zeta tube.

They left Dick alone in the cave, with the board games still out.

He rolls his eyes in annoyance, mumbling under his breath as he cleaned up the mess.

“Who gave Bruce the idea to adopt more children past me. If he wanted more children, why couldn’t he make sure that he got the ones that cleaned up after themselves and didn’t cheat while playing UNO.”

He huffed, proud of himself when he accomplished the task.

Now all he had to do was convince Damian to come back to the Titans’ tower so that they could help him.

How hard could that be?

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note: okay, I reread this whole series so that I could get inspired to write this chapter. And can I just say, my writing was not as bad as I thought it was. Like I’m actually pretty proud of myself. 

That was really random but yeah.

(like I always ask, please comment any ideas, feedback, and criticism that you have. i love reading them. Oh! and if you see any spelling errors, please tell me. I don't have a beta reader so I mostly miss those things.)

We’re Tired of Him

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It was pretty easy to dislike Damian Wayne. He was an arrogant, stuck-up brat. So when the Titans get a chance to gain blackmail material on him, they took it, along with his brother's eagerly joining in.

They couldn't wait to see the look on Damian's face when he realizes that they know every little secret he has. Who knows. Maybe they can finally get the brat to shut up or if they're lucky, they might be able to force him to quit being Robin.

Or that one time Damian's teammates and brothers decide to spike his drink so they could use Damian's secrets against him.

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We’re Tired of Him (Part 1)

Wally does not remember a single time where the Titans have completed a mission without him feeling annoyed or irritated at Robin.

It wasn’t a secret to anyone in the superhero community that speedsters weren’t patient people. They had too much energy pent up in their system to sit still for more than five seconds.

Which is why you shouldn’t expect much from them when you bring them to a discrete, cover-ops mission.

Everyone knew that.

At least, everyone except Damian fucking Wayne.

Wally never liked the new Robin and he didn’t try to hide that fact.

He’d make snide comments behind the kid’s back, purposely being loud so that Damian knew what he thought of him.

Hell, he’s even told Damian straight to his face that no one liked him. But the kid wasn’t affected; he only dismissed Wally with a roll of his eyes and a simple ‘tt’.

As if Wally was nothing but an ant standing in his way.

It annoys him that the kid doesn’t respond to his remarks, but he doesn’t regret making them.

In his head, Damian deserved it.

Who in their right mind decides to abduct someone to force them to join a reincarnation of an old superhero team.

At least come up with a new name!

Wally never wanted to join the brat’s team anyways and he might’ve changed his mind and stayed in the end, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he was forced to be in it.

Despite the fact that the kid might’ve apologized, Wally still hasn’t forgiven him. And frankly, he thinks that he never will.

Especially if he kept it up with the attitude.

The moment the rest of the team stepped into the main lobby, he couldn’t stop the complaints that rolled off of his tongue.

“He’s such a brat,” he couldn’t help but growl out, the disgust clear on his voice. “Like how can someone be such a dick!”

Wally felt some of his anger vanish as his words caused the room to be filled with laughter. It was always nice to know that he wasn’t the only one that had a strong distaste for their team leader.

Though, to be fair, a lot of people didn’t get along with Damian Wayne. He knows for a fact that a lot of them just put up with him because his dad’s Batman.

The more Wally thought about it, the more he wondered if the brat actually had friends.

While Damian was rather close with Djinn, along with Superman’s son, Jon. They were also some of the sweetest people that he’s ever had the chance of meeting. So maybe they just felt bad for the kid.

It made sense in his mind.

After all; who in their right mind would want to be friends with Damian?

Emiko’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “What did the kid do now?”

He couldn’t contain the smirk that made its way onto his face, he loved it when they bonded over how much they disliked the new Robin.

And judging by how Emiko and Crush mirrored his expression, he knew that he wasn’t the only one that felt that way.

“He goes and gets mad at me for being incompetent or something. Like it’s not my fault I wasn’t raised by a crazy old hot assassin lady.”

Wally knew that he wasn’t being fair. That Damian couldn’t control how he was raised. And that there was a high chance that Damian could hear him- could hear them- tearing him apart.

But in the heat of the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He wanted the brat to hear him. He wanted the kid to know that even if he was Batman’s son, a majority of them still didn’t like him.

That they only put up with him because they had to.

Not because they wanted to.

There’s a fucking difference between the two and Wally needs Damian to know that.

Crush jumped on the couch, imitating Damian’s pose as she mocked his words, “If you don’t halt your tongue you useless speedster, you will perish under my sword.”

She swung her imaginary sword into the air, pretending to slice Wally’s neck.

He played along, fanning his face as he forced his eyes to roll back before his back hit the soft cushions of the couch.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Djinn and Roundhouse trying to hold in their laughs.

He couldn’t say that he was surprised that they were so reluctant to make fun of their so-called leader, out of everyone in the Titans, they were the ones that tolerated the brat the most.

He saw Roundhouse’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, and he tried to hold in a groan as he heard the uneasy tone come out of his teammate’s mouth, no doubt feeling bad for laughing at the expense of ridiculing one of his favorite heroes.

“Why are you guys so mean to the small man?”

It was such an innocent question, but it made Wally’s blood fill up with such rage.

What they’re doing isn’t mean. It was well deserved. Plus, if Damian cared, he would’ve yelled at them already.

They’ve never been quiet when it came to mocking the youngest bat.

Emiko snorted, her dark hair framing her face, “Please, that wannabe is barely a man.”

He hid a smile, muttering a “That’s all he is, though. A wannabe.” as he stared at the floor.

A wannabe friend.

A wannabe leader.

A wannabe hero.

Sure Damian was trying, but that didn’t mean he was succeeding.

He would never be as charming as Nightwing.

He would never be as good of a fighter as Red Hood.

He would never be as smart as Red Robin.

He was just Damian.  

The kid with the big attitude that everyone around him had to put up with.

Emiko leaned her back onto the couch, arms on the back of her head. “You guys wanna know what Roy told me,”

Wally found himself nodding, along with the others as she continued. “He said that even his own brothers don’t like him. They just put up with him to make their dad happy. Actually, probably even his own father doesn’t want him.”

“You’re probably right.” Wally laughed, not registering just how hurtful his words could be. “I mean, didn’t his mom just force Batman to take him. The guy probably didn’t have a choice.”

It wasn’t like what he said was wrong.

He remembers Dick complaining to him about it. How an assassin came out of nowhere with Damian and just gave him to Batman, who gave Dick the task of training the spoiled brat who just wouldn’t listen.

Those were Dick’s words, not his.

“That must be tough,” he heard Crush huff, “Being tossed around like trash.”

Wally found himself nodding in agreement, “He probably deserved it.”

Djinn cut in before his mouth said something he would regret, “That’s just plain mean.”

The look she gave him actually made him feel bad so he found himself muttering a quiet, “sorry” before sitting next to Emiko on the couch, who looked like she was holding in her laughter.

Roundhouse spoke up, drawing everyone’s attention towards the blue-skinned kid. “If you guys don’t like Damian so much, why don’t you just leave.”

Emiko only shook her head in amusement, “I’m still friends with you guys,” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I’m not going to leave just because a kid is acting like- well, a kid.”

And even though Wally knew it was wrong. He couldn’t stop the dark thrill that curled up his stomach to know that even if Damian was the chosen leader for the team, he would never acquire the close bond that they all had with each other.

Crush rolled her eyes, “The kid’s a spoiled brat. And that’s it. No explanation needed.”

“I don’t get it. Why don’t you guys just try to get to know him more?” Djinn asked, “I know that he’s not as bad as you think he is.”

Wally held in the laugh threatening to come out of his throat- Damian Wayne? Not being as bad as he thinks he is.

If anything, Damian was probably worse.

Roundhouse bobbed his head in agreement, “Yeah, he’s usually pretty nice to me.”

Crush, Emiko, and Wally exchanged uncertain glances with each other.

Wally doesn’t believe it; Damian Wayne, being nice?

Are they even talking about the same Damian Wayne? The one trained by fucking assassins.

He knows for a fact that his brothers won’t believe it either. And out of everyone else in the superhero community, they’re probably the ones that know Damian best.

But then again, that was only because they had to spend the most time with him. Whether they liked it or not, Damian was a part of their family.

Wally found himself genuinely feeling bad for them.

Djinn tilted her head, “So will you do it? Actually, try to get to know him?”

Crush immediately shook her head, “Yeah. No.”

Djinn furrowed her eyebrows at the instant rejection, “But why not?”

“Damian is well- he’s just Damian.” Emiko intervened. “Even if we put in an effort, he might not put the same amount back.”

“Yeah,” Wally added on. “And unless he’s drunk and shit, we won’t get anything out of him.”

Crush raised an eyebrow at the two, “Why do you think we never invite him when we hang out?”

Roundhouse faltered, giving Djinn a hesitant look. “I just thought he didn’t want to join us.”

“That's probably true as well.” Wally pointed out. “If he did, he would tell us that he’d want to join, you know? He probably thinks that he’s too good for any of us.”

Djinn frowned in disagreement, but this time, she kept her mouth shut.

No one said anything for a while before he noticed Emiko turning to him, “About that comment you made, what if we did get the kid drunk?”

Roundhouse stared at the girl, eyes wide, “Is that even allowed? Or legal? Is that even legal? We’re superheroes. We can’t do illegal things.”

The archer shrugged, “I mean, yeah it can be legal. We just need a trusted adult’s consent. And lucky for us, two of his brothers are legal adults.” she met Wally’s eyes, “You know them better than any of us. Do you think they’ll allow it?”

Wally eagerly nodded, “They probably will. I’m ninety-nine percent sure that they don’t like him that much either.”

That was an understatement.

With all the complaining he’s heard from them, Wally had a feeling that they hate Damian even more than he did.

And he hated the kid a lot.

“Wouldn’t that be betraying his trust?” Djinn asked.

Crush leaned forward, her eyes full of mischief before it quickly disappeared as soon as she met the young girl’s eyes, “Let me tell you a secret, this is something Damian might call a training exercise.” she slowly explained to the two youngest heroes, “In a way, we’re technically gathering information on our target. And in this case, our target is Damian.”

Wally could tell that they were close to convincing them so he softly added on, “Plus, isn’t this technically just a faster way for us to get to know Damian? That’s what you wanted.”

The girl nodded, her lips pursed, and after a few minutes she spoke up, “Okay, let’s do it.” her eyes soon grew troubled. “But what if his brothers end up saying no?”

The speedster waved off the girl’s concerns. “Don’t worry,” he smiled, “This is an opportunity that they probably won’t be able to decline. Trust me.”

Wally’s was confident that they’ll agree to it.

Roundhouse had the biggest grin growing on his face, “We finally get to know more about Robin!” he excitedly said, “He’s always by himself. And he’s quiet. Really quiet”

His eagerness died down, sadly looking at the floor. “Does this mean he doesn’t like us?”

Crush snorted, “I don’t even know kid, I stopped trying to understand the brat a while ago.”

Wally and Emiko nodded in agreement.

The only times they willingly interacted with Damian was on the field. Because even though the kid sucked; he definitely knew what he was doing.

Emiko took her phone out, “I’m pretty sure that the bats have a game night in their little cave tonight.”

The team stared at her confused, “What does that even have to do with the discussion?”

Emiko rolled her eyes, “What I’m trying to say is that all of Damian’s eldest brothers are in their little Batcave.” she spoke slowly like she was talking to a bunch of babies. “Together. Playing a game. Probably without Damian.”

Roundhouse caught on, “So all we have to do is go to the cave and ask them if we can get Robin drunk.”

“How do you even know that?” Crush asked Emiko.

“Roy talks.” The archer shrugged, “A lot… especially if it’s about Jason.”

Crush jumped out of the couch in excitement, “That means we might be able to do this tonight!” She pointed at him, “Wally, go!”

“Right now?”

“Obviously, you dolt.”

“Why me?” he cried out, “You know how protective the bats are of their precious little cave.”

“Wally, go,” she repeated.

He didn’t budge. “Batman will kill me.”

“Batman doesn’t kill.”

“If someone just randomly enters his cave, he will.”

Crush looked like she wanted to punch him, “Wally, I fucking swear. Aren’t you and Nightwing like besties?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“Just text the dude in advance,” Roundhouse suggested. “That way no one gets killed, and we get to learn more about Robin.”

Wally sighed, leaping to his feet as he spoke, his tone filled with faux-excitement. “Great, I can’t wait to go-“

His voice trailed off, noticing Damian walking in.

It looked like the brat was about to go use the zeta-tubes but he stopped, his head tilting as his gaze landed on the team, “Can’t wait for what?”

Wally looked around, his eyes desperate for an answer.

Luckily, Djinn answered for him, a bright smile on her face as she addressed Damian’s question. “We’re going to the movies! We wanted to do a bit of team bonding.”

That response made Wally want to laugh.

Don’t get him wrong, it was a believable excuse. It’s just-

He can’t even think of a single time that they invited their “leader” to a team hangout.

He wondered if Damian noticed the fact that they went out of their way to exclude him from everything except for missions.

And If he did, did he care?

His eyes watched as the kid nodded in acceptance. As if they even needed his permission to hang out.

Damian turned his back on them, calling out a “have fun” as he disappeared in a flash of bright light.

Well, that answered his question. Damian looked like he could care less. He didn’t even give them another glance.

He just immediately turned his back on them, walking away as if he owned the place.

It made Wally’s blood boil. Did the brat even notice that no one wanted him around?

He couldn’t wait and see just what secrets the brat hid underneath that perfect, little mask of his.

And Wally couldn’t wait to tear that mask apart.

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Note:

guess who finally started writing the one fic that almost everyone was waiting for.

me!!!

To be honest, I was kinda confused on how I was going to write the events of “I’m fine” from the other’s POV, then I realized that I could just write it using multiple chapters, so that’s what I did.

I know that a lot of people were waiting for this version, so hopefully you guys end up liking this installment, and if you have any comments, suggestions, and feedback, make sure to comment on them.

Also, I feel like I need to mention that, yes- I know that some of the characters are “out of character” in a way. Though, Damian does receive a whole lot of shit from them in the comics so at the same time they kind of aren’t ooc, if that makes sense.

I genuinely just wanted to write a Damian Wayne whump fic that I can go back too and cry about later. So if you don’t like it, then just don’t read it. No need to waste your energy writing hate comments that I’ll probably only laugh at later.

I don’t think you guys understand just how much I hate Jason’s quote.

Jason was killed because he heard one of the only adults he trusted say that he would turn out just like his father. That was the reason that he ran away.

And even then, it wasn’t his fault that he got killed. He was killed because his mom tricked him. All Jason wanted was for someone to love him.

Plus, I don’t think that Jason ever saw being Robin as “just a game”. He grew up on the streets. He knows just how much crap all the people that live there go through. Could you blame him for breaking more bones than necessary??

They deserved it. And can we please talk about how fucked it up it was for DC to have Jason beat up a bunch of rapists and murderers (people who- like I said- deserved it) only to have people from the superhero community comment on him being too rough on them? Like no.

Fuck all of you and your hypocrisy.

— Batman. 

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Chapter 12

If Alya told anyone that she wasn’t scared and confused when she walked home after that battle, she would be lying.

Never in her life has she ever seen Chat Noir, a hero of Paris, act that way towards anyone. Especially not Ladybug.

At least she didn’t believe so.

But after replaying that encounter in her mind over and over again, Alya felt like someone tore off the rose-tinted glasses she wore whenever she looked at the superhero duo of Paris and stepped on it. Shattering the glasses in millions of tiny pieces.

Now, whenever her mind flashed to an interaction between both Ladybug and Chat Noir, she felt a cold pit settle on her stomach. There were so many red flags!

It was like the whole Lie-la situation again.

Sometimes, Alya couldn’t help but wonder if being a reporter is the right job for her.

A reporter is someone who investigates a source to make sure that it’s the truth and presents them to the public.

The Ladyblog was a trusted news source when it came to the news of akuma attacks that happened in Paris. Millions of people check the blog every day.

Millions of people have read her articles.

The same articles that talked about how Ladybug and Chat Noir were meant to be together. That they were soulmates.

Alya felt disgusted with herself.

Because of her, everyone in Paris probably wore the same rose-tinted glasses that she once wore when it came to Ladynoir. The famous ship name between the duo.

She failed Ladybug.

Alya felt her fists tighten. Never again. She vowed to herself. I won’t fail Ladybug again.

As she scrolled through the Ladynoir tag on her blog, Alya contemplated what her next move should be.

She heard a faint tap.

Alya quickly rose from her seat and opened the window, immediately engulfing Ladybug into a hug. “Are you going to be alright?” she quickly asked.

The dark-haired heroine hesitantly nodded. “I will be.”

Alya frowned at that answer but nodded anyway. “Okay.”

“Look Alya,” Ladybug sat on the edge of her bed and patted the space next to her, gesturing for Alya to sit down. “You can’t tell anyone about what happened between me and Chat.“

“What?” Alya’s voice rose, anger evident in her tone. “Why? He-”

“I know what he did.” Ladybug interrupted. “I just can’t risk it right now.”

Alya’s eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean? Are you scared that people won’t believe you?” she asked, “Cause I have evidence. They have to believe you.”

Ladybug shook her head, defeated.

It scared Alya just how much Ladybug looked like Marinette in this position.

She was right. It was like the whole Lie-la situation again.

Maybe Lila and Chat Noir exchanged notes on how they manipulated the people around them so perfectly that it took such a dangerous situation for a person to realize what had happened.

Those two were spawns from hell. They were perfect together.

And who knows, maybe they could form a poly relationship with Adrien Agreste.

“I just need you to act like everything’s fine.” The tone of Ladybug’s voice broke Alya’s heart into two. Why does she sound so much like Mari right now? “I can’t- I can't risk Hawk Moth believing that I and Chat are at a disagreement right now.”

Alya forced herself to hold in her snort. Disagreement my ass.

Nevertheless, she nodded in agreement. She could read between the lines. Ladybug didn’t want to risk Hawk Moth getting Chat Noir on his side. That would put Ladybug at a big disadvantage.

“Do you have a plan though?” Alya wanted to smack herself because of how meek her voice sounded. She wasn’t a kid anymore. At Ladybug’s confused face, Alya elaborated. “I mean, do you have a plan on how you can get Chat Noir’s miraculous away from him?”

A small smile engulfed Ladybug’s features. “Actually, I do.”

Alya met Ladybug’s blue eyes, asking a silent question.

Ladybug only sighed in amusement, “I’m not telling you the plan.” she stated.

Alya pouted, “I understand. Just stay safe, okay.”

Ladybug’s features softened and she nodded. “I’ll try my best.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Ladybug spoke up.

“Alya.” Her features tightened as if considering whether or not she should finish her sentence. “Tikki said it would be healthy for me to tell someone and-” Ladybug took a deep breath and Alya tilted her head in confusion. Tell someone what? “Actually, it would be easier to show you.”

“Ladybug, what are y-”

“Tikki spots off.”

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Note: Sorry for the long wait. Finals were coming up and because I'm starting to drift away from the miraculous fandom, I just put off writing this chapter. Sorry if it kinda sucks.

Good news though, school is finally over. So that means that I now have a lot of free time. And my goal is to finish writing this fanfic before summer break ends. 

A Slow process

Percy wanted to believe that the fates have finally gotten bored of her. However, she was quickly proven wrong when her life only continued to get worse. Overwhelmed with grief and despair, all Percy wants is to erase the godly DNA from her genes and forget it as a whole. She wants a break from the gods. A break from the demigods. And a break from the mythological world as a whole. Sadly, she never got what she wanted before. So why would this time be any different?

A few days after the war, Percy is suddenly thrown into the non-pit version of hell. Surrounded with manipulation and toxicity, she tries to run away from it all. But it doesn't work. She's faced with a choice, go back to her father's kingdom or join the Young Justice team.

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(A female Percy Jackson and Young Justice fanfic crossover.)

⚠️ I will be covering triggering topics like... ⚠️

- Drug Abuse

- Addiction

- Self-harm

- Suicide

- Verbal & Physical abuse

- Sexual harassment

Note: It might take a while for Percy and the Young Justice team to meet. But don't worry, they will.

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Ao3 // Wattpad

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Chapter 1

Persephone Jackson felt like she could not breathe. They’ve been fighting for hours and the giants still haven’t shown up. And considering that the gods haven’t appeared to help them fight their battles, she couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Where the hades were they?

Fuck, her whole body was aching with pain and the headache she got a few minutes ago (probably due to dehydration) was not helping.

Her legs and arms could stop working any second. They were running out of time. Where were the gods? They did not risk their lives to travel all the way to Greece just so they could stay cuddled up on Olympus.

Percy was getting slower. She was tired. A glance at the battlefield showed that the rest of the seven were getting affected too.

The ground began to rumble. Percy forced herself to conserve any energy she had left.

The giants have finally arrived with another army of monsters. Percy hoped that this was going to be the final battle but it was unlikely.

After defeating the giants, they'll still have to fight Earth itself, Gaea.

Luckily for them, the gods have finally managed to grace them with their presence. Percy suddenly felt her energy rush back to her. She glanced up at the sky. It was raining.

While Percy was thankful for the water, it would probably do more harm than good during the battle. The demigods weren’t water-resistant like her.

As if knowing what she was thinking, her father snapped his fingers and suddenly the rest of the seven weren’t soaked with water anymore. It was still raining but the water just avoided them.

The demigods waited for the army to run up to them, wanting to conserve as much energy as they could before they realized that they weren’t as tired as they were before. They glanced at their respective parents in surprise, giving them a silent thank you before they got ready for the fight of their lives.

Percy was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. It was like she had her Achilles Heel again, nothing could touch her. The rain continued to supply her with energy as well as giving her more power to use. She was playing a dangerous dance, her sword was slashing and stabbing monsters left and right, as she made a whirlpool of water and made it go the opposite direction she was heading, right where Hazel was.

Hazel sent her a thankful smile as they fought together, back to back as they made their way towards Annabeth.

Percy couldn’t help but be relieved when she saw the grey-eyed girl. Her wise girl was okay. Fighting next to Annabeth reminded Percy of the Titan War.

They survived that, so they have to survive this as well.

Percy sent another whirlpool of water in the direction that Piper was. “Remind me to thank your dad for the small boost of power he gave us.” she heard her girlfriend whisper.

Percy nodded, “But first we have to survive, okay?”

Annabeth nodded in agreement. “Okay.”

Jason flew down to where their group, holding Leo in his arms and Frank quickly followed, changing back to his human form.

The Seven were all back to back. Ready to defend each other’s blind spots.

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Hazel snapped her fingers, making a majority of the monsters confused. This gave Piper the opportunity to charmspeak the monsters.

Her soft, angelic voice echoed through the battlefield, appealing to their enemy’s ears. “You don’t wanna fight us. You wanna leave the seven of us alone. Instead, you want to get revenge on the ones that have wronged you. Isn’t that why you sided with Earth? For revenge?”

Piper glanced at Hazel and Hazel nodded, closing her eyes in concentration as the snap of her finger seemed to echo in every monster’s mind.

It worked. A majority of the monsters were fighting each other. This gave us a moment to catch our breath.

Percy glanced up at the sky. Rain was still falling and the remaining monsters were soaked. She had an idea.

“Jason,” she whispered. “Shock them.”

His blue eyes looked at me with confusion before nodding, understanding what the demigoddess wanted him to do.

If there was one thing Percy learned during science class, it was that water and electricity do not go well together.

Jason’s sent a shockwave towards the final group of monsters heading out, causing them to evaporate in golden dust.

She glanced to where my father was. They were just standing there, watching us.

Did they not learn anything from the last war?

Did they even help other than agreeing to give the rest of the seven my father’s temporary blessing?

Percy felt the ground rumbling again. The giants have finally arrived.

She smelt the ocean next to me and knew that my father and his family had finally decided to help.

With the gods on their side, the demigods knew they wouldn’t lose this battle. Percy fought harder than she ever fought before. She matched the giant from toe to toe and after a few minutes, Percy finally got the opening she was looking for and slashed Polybotes’s chest with Riptide. She nodded at her dad as he held up his trident, sending a steaming, hot pressurized bolt of water in the place where Percy slashed him. Polybotes wouldn’t be a problem anymore.

She finally got a chance to look at the battlefield and she tried not to flinch in shock.

It wasn’t looking good. So far, Percy and her father were the only ones who’ve killed their respective giant.

Her father stood next to her, “So, who are we helping first?”

Percy tried not to look shocked at the fact that he was gonna stay in help and managed to steadily say, “Let’s help Athena and Annabeth first. With me and Annabeth fighting together, we can help Piper defeat Periboia. And if you and Lady Athena decide to stay, then all of us will be able to have a bigger chance of surviving.”

Percy turned away from her father so that she couldn’t see how her father reacted with her silent jab at him. Instead, she ran to where her girlfriend was, ready to help her fight Enceladus.

Percy tried to use the water to hold the giant’s legs so that Annabeth wouldn’t get stepped on.

The water was getting harder to control. She wouldn’t be able to hold it any longer. Suddenly, Percy noticed that she wasn't using up as much energy anymore. It was like the water had gotten easier in control.

She glanced up and saw her father with a confident glint in his eyes. She muttered a thank you and let the water she was controlling go, leaving her fate up to her dads.

Together, Annabeth and Percy charged. Percy lifted Annabeth with water so that the blonde girl could temporarily confuse the giant.

Thank gods, for Annnabeth’s aim. She managed to throw her new drakon-bone sword at his eye, making him stumble.

Her father let go of the water he was controlling, causing the Enceladus to fall on his butt. This gave Athena the opening to stab him right in the chest.

He exploded in golden dust.

She inspected the battlefield again and couldn’t help but sigh in relief. They were winning.

Leo and Hephaestus managed to defeat Otis by using fire to burn him alive.

That’s one less giant to worry about. Three down, three more to go.

She turned to her dad and Lady Athena, “Go help Jason and King Zeus, they’ll need all the help they can get when fighting Porphyrion. I’ll help Piper defeat Periboia.” She turned to Annabeth, “Go help Leo and Lord Hephaestus with Ephialtes.”

Annabeth nodded, “When this is over, you better be alive Seaweed Brain.”

Percy couldn’t help but give her girlfriend a small smile, one that she returned before running to where Leo was.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Athena disappear in a flurry of owls and saw her father dissolved in mist.

She took a deep breath and ran to help her sister in all but blood. Aphrodite was floating around them on a small white cloud, throwing rose petals in the giantess’s murky brown eyes effectively making her blind for a few seconds.

Percy blocked a strike that could’ve killed Piper, “Need a hand?”

Piper nodded, “Yes please.”

Aphrodite noticed Percy and yelled out some nice encouragement, “Kill this ugly dumpster wanna-be, girls.” Doves came from out of nowhere and clawed on the giantess, “I’m gonna need to wash my eyes with bleach after this battle. I’ve never seen anyone as hideous as her.”

The giantess growled in frustration, “WATCH WHAT YOU SAY, YOU LITTLE BIT-“

While the giantess yelled at Aphrodite, Percy and Piper slit the giantess’s stomach open with their respective weapon, leaving the bane of Aphrodite at the mercy of doves.

Percy noticed that there was only one more giant left to beat. The bane of Zeus, Porphyrion.

Percy was running out of energy. Luckily, every giant except one has been beaten.

Unluckily, it was the strongest giant.

Aphrodite flashed Piper and Percy on her cloud, allowing both Piper and Percy to catch their breaths for a few seconds.

While Zeus and Jason looked like they haven’t slept in a month, Porphyrion stood tall, looking like he just woke up from a nice nap.

“Oh gods,” Piper muttered worriedly, looking at Jason. “This isn’t good.”

Percy studied Jason more intently. He was covered in blood due to all the cuts he had all over him yet not a drop had fallen on the ground. Jason tried to stand tall but the giant only laughed. “This is the great son of Jupiter?” his words echoed through Percy’s skull. “Pathetic.”

Jason charged towards the giant but he only smacked the blue-eyed boy away. Before Jason could hit the ruins, Percy raised her hand, cushioning his fall with the water.

Zeus looked at her with gratitude and while having her a subtle nod.

Percy jumped off the cloud, allowing the wind to carry her next to her uncle and as if they rehearsed it, they charged.

The rest followed. Athena and Annabeth were distracting the giants as Aphrodite summoned more doves to claw the giant. When she deemed that there were enough doves, she threw rose petals at the giant’s eyes. Trying to get him temporarily blinded.

Percy stared at the giant's feet and yelled to her father, “HIS FEET, WRAP IT IN WATER.”

Poseidon followed her instructions and she turned to Zeus. “Throw a lightning bolt and aim it on the water. That should shock him for a few minutes and that’s enough time for us to kill him.”

Her uncle nodded, pointing a finger at the giant's feet. Porphyrion groaned in pain as the demigods charged.

But of course, something had to go wrong. As they charged, Porphyrion somehow got enough energy to throw a broken piece of a building towards them. Percy dodged it but Hazel wasn’t as lucky.

It was silent for a few seconds before Hazel’s blood-curdling screams filled the air. Percy bit back a cry. A person that she could proudly call her younger sister was gone.

Blinded by anger, Frank turned to an eagle and flew with the speed that could make Hermes jealous.

But charging in like that was a mistake.

And Frank paid for it.

It didn’t matter how fast Frank tried to attack the giant. All Porphyrion had to do was hold his arm up, to catch Frank in his hand, and crush his fist, effectively breaking all of Frank’s bones and killing him in the process.

He slowly opened his crushed fist, as if teasing them. After a few torturous seconds, he dropped a pale, limp eagle as Frank’s blood dripped into the floor.

The ground rumbled. They haven’t been fighting Porphyrion for five minutes yet two people are already dead. And Gaea could awake at any second. She had the two sacrifices she needed. The blood of a male and female demigod.

It was like Percy’s brain was working against her. As she attacked the giant, the noises around her became muffled before quickly becoming inaudible. All Percy could hear were Hazel’s painful screams and the sound of Frank’s body being crushed.

It shouldn’t have been possible, Percy’s brain tried to argue. Frank couldn’t have died until his stick was nothing but ashes.

Percy quickly shook that thought out of her head. She can figure everything out when the bane of Zeus has been defeated.

Minutes have passed and Percy finally saw an opening. She mustered up all the energy she had left and made a giant slit on the giant's stomach, covering her with even more gold dust.

Without wasting another second, Poseidon sent a stream of pressurized water on the wound, causing Porphyrion to yell in frustration, “IF YOU END UP KILLING ME, I’LL TAKE AT LEAST ONE OF YOU WITH ME!”

From the corner of her eye, she noticed that Zeus was preparing to send a bolt of lightning to the giant but before the lightning hit Porphyrion, he reached out his arm, trying to grab the closest demigod next to him.

It felt like Percy was fighting Kronos again. Everything was in slow motion except for the moves of her enemy.

She began to run forward but her moves began to get sluggish. “NO!” Percy managed to yell, realizing who the giant had grabbed. “ANNABETH!”

It was too late. Annabeth let out a scream full of pain and it continuously echoed throughout Percy’s skull.

Porphyrion exploded in golden dust, forcing Annabeth’s body to slam against the rough concrete.

Percy quickly ran towards Annabeth’s motionless body, stumbling forward as she kneeled next. Her usual tanned skin was now sickly pale, covered with burns. Her stormy grey eyes seemed to tell Percy all the suffering that she went through.

She cradled as much of Annabeth’s body as she could, not being bothered with all the blood that Percy was exposing her tattered shirt to.

Annabeth was gone.

And she didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.

Percy felt the ground shake underneath her. Before she forced herself to get up, Percy closed Annabeth’s eyes as a final sign of respect to her girlfriend.

Percy felt the ground shake again. Although this time it was more violent, knocking down the old temples.

Piper’s usual bright eyes were full of tears, causing Percy to realize that she was crying as well.

Percy turned to Leo who was wiping away any stray tear that left his eye. His cracked voice seemed to echo through Athena as he whispered, “There’s only four of us left. Piper needs to charmspeak her, I’m the fire. And,” His eyes drifted to Jason’s body. “You guys have to make the storm.”

“Where are the gods?”

Piper and Leo glanced at each other. “They left. Right after we defeated Porphyrion the gods vanished.”

“Like poof.” Leo sadly added.

They lost three of the best demigods of this generation by fighting against Porphyrion, how could the gods expect them to defeat Gaea with no help? Or at least without all the demigods dying in the process?

“Uhm- guys,” Piper’s voice snapped Percy out of her thoughts. “We better get ready.”

Leo and Percy turned to where Piper’s eyes were focusing. The dirt seemed like it was rising, forming the shape of a female.

“Gaea,” Percy whispered. “Do you guys remember the plan?”

They nodded hesitantly as they made their way to Jason’s body, which was still in a cocoon of water. Percy lifted her hand and slowly made the water evaporate.

Piper hesitated before she whispered a shaky, yet firm command. “Wake up!”

Jason’s eyes opened and he groaned, What happened?”

“She’s awake.” Percy ignored his question, “Do you remember the plan?”

Jason nodded, trying to stand up before he quickly fell again. “I can’t stand,” he whispered in shock.

Percy tried to stay strong. “It’s okay,” she tried to soothe. “When we win this, I’ll force Apollo to heal you.” Jason gave her a grateful grin, “Do you think you have enough energy to fly all of us up?”

Jason shook his head, “I only have enough energy to fly two people up and if I have to carry her up as well, then maybe I can carry one person.” He grimaced. “Although that might be pushing my luck.”

“That’s not good. And we know that gods chose to sit this battle out.” Percy let out an ear-piercing whistle before muttering a small, “Hopefully that’ll work.”

Two pegasi formed in front of them. “That’s never happened before,” Leo mentioned.

Percy nodded in agreement. The gods sent us, Blackjack transmitted in Percy’s head. They said the ancient laws forbid them from helping any more than they already did.

Percy forced herself not to roll her eyes. What a bunch of bullshit. Instead, she faced her friends, “Piper and I will take Blackjack. Leo, will you be alright with Spade?”

Leo turned to the white Pegasi and nodded. “Aye, aye ma’am.”

Percy and the others exchanged grins. Even in the most dire situation, you could count on Leo to make a joke. She turned to Jason. “Whatever you do, make sure she isn’t touching the ground.”

Jason nodded. “We got this. We can win.”

Percy didn’t know whether he was that confident in his abilities to win or if he was trying to convince himself.

It was probably the latter.

Percy turned to Piper who’s been quiet so far. “You ready?” she asked.

“Yep.” Piper played with her torn shirt, “It’s just a lot of pressure.”

Percy understood what she meant. So she grabbed Piper and Leo’s arm, tugging them closer to Jason and herself. “Group hug.” Her voice was hoarse and it cracked. She was thankful that they ignored it and just melted into the hug. “I love you guys.” She reminded them. “I’m so lucky that I got to meet all of you.”

One by one, the rest of them repeated her gesture. Deep down, they all knew that this was their way of saying goodbye. Just in case they didn’t make it out.

Percy helped Piper up on Blackjack and she gave Jason a final glance before instructing her pegasi to fly to where Gaea resided.

On the mound of dirt, Percy saw a figure standing.

Gaea had such delicate features on her face that it would’ve made her seem innocent. She had honey brown hair that framed her face, bringing out her dangerous green eyes.

Her voice was sickly sweet as she said, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Yeah, well. We’re here.” Percy heard Leo sarcastically say, “So, you ready to lose?”

“Leo Valdez.”

“That’s my name.” Leo cheekily grinned, “Don’t wear it out.”

Gaea continued like she didn’t hear the elfish boy, “Out of everyone who died today, I’m surprised you’re still alive.”

Even though Percy knew Leo was trying not to let that bother him, it did. And from the smirk on Gaea’s face, she knew it as well.

Before things could further escalate, Percy yelled “NOW!”

The winds around them picked up forcing the pegasi to fly higher, in order to not get caught.

Percy felt the winds twisting around, forming a tornado underneath the primordial.

Leo tried to distract Gaea by hurling insults at her. “HEY POTTY SLUDGE, OVER HERE!”

The goddess ignored Leo until Piper finally spoke up, her kaleidoscope eyes glowing. “Gaea,” her voice was commanding. “You want to listen to me.”

“SILENCE!”

“You are weary.” Piper’s voice was full of sympathy, “You are so, so tired.”

“LIES!” Gaea yelled.

Leo gave up on insulting the goddess, instead threw fire at the goddess. Distracting her from the tornado forming below her feet.

With Gaea’s attention on Leo, Percy began to assist Jason in lifting Gaea higher. She summoned water, slowly adding it to his hurricane.

Gaea began to rise higher. And they followed.

“YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME.” Gaea’s form turned to dirt but the water that Percy added caught it before it reached the ground. Seemingly giving up on trying to go through the water, Gaea re-formed back to a human. “I AM ETERNAL!” she cried

“ETERNALLY ANNOYING!” Leo yelled as he urged Spade higher.

“Get me closer.” Piper urged Percy, “I need to be next to her.”

“The fire and the wind-“ Percy tried to argue.

“I know.”

Percy sighed knowing there was no talking Piper out of this as she moved in until they were right next to Gaea.

“FOOLISH DEMIGODS!” her face contorted into Annabeth, causing both Piper and Percy to hesitate for a brief second.

“Millennia of sorrow.” Piper told the goddess, her voice dripping with pity, “Your husband, he was abusive wasn’t he?”

The goddess started to nod before stopping when she noticed what she was doing, “LIES!”

Piper continued, seemingly unfazed. “You know, you did the right thing.” Gaea turned to Piper shocked, stopping all her attacks. “Cutting him into tiny pieces so that he can never hurt you again. After all, you just wanted to keep your kids safe, right?”

Percy’s eyes met Leo’s. She concentrated, forcing rain to slowly fall from the sky again. Percy made sure not to let the rain touch Gaea so that all her attention would stay on Piper.

Leo’s eyes were tight shut and Percy felt the air becoming warm. You could still hear the rain hitting the pavement in the background. Put together, the two of them just made the atmosphere perfect for sleeping.

Everything was relying on Piper now.

“All that pain. All that suffering.” Piper’s voice was soothing. “It’s no wonder you’re so tired.”

Gaea snapped out of the trance she was in. “I-YOU DO NOT-“

Piper pretended not to hear her and continued. “You want one thing.” Piper’s words made Percy’s bone shake, “Just one small thing. You’re just so tired of all the stupid and arrogant gods and demigods getting in the way.” Piper lowered her voice. As if telling the goddess a secret, “YOU—WANT—SLEEP.”

“NO!” the goddess groaned. “NO!”

Before Gaea’s body went limp, she held out her arm.

Piper quickly turned to Percy, “We only have a few minutes. My charmspeak won’t- AGHHH”

A thorny vine was creeping up Piper’s leg, trying to drag her down.

“Piper!” Percy screamed, “Give me your hand.”

“I- It’s too late.” Piper gasped in pain, the thorns twisted their way into her leg.

“No, it’s not.” Percy tried to argue, grasping Piper’s hand tighter.“ We can’t lose you too.” she turned to Leo. “Can you try to burn the vine?”

Even from afar, Percy could see Leo’s eyes tearing up. “No.” He whispered. “If I do, I might burn up her whole body.”

“Percy.” her attention went back to one of her closest friends. “Let me go.”

Percy felt the tears falling from her eyes as she shook her head. “NO!” she cried. “I can't! Not you too.”

Piper’s eyes were filled with determination as they met hers. “Don’t let our sacrifices go to waste.” She took in a deep breath. “Percy, let me go.”

Without hesitation, she let go. When Percy realized what happened, she tried to reach for Piper’s hand.

But it was too late.

That’s when she noticed Jason flying towards his girlfriend.

He could save her.

Jason forced the winds to carry his body to Piper’s. He managed to grab onto her waist, but the winds failed him and gave the vines a chance to wrap their thorns around him as well. They held onto each other as the thorns twisted into their body, tearing them into shreds.

“No.” Percy said in disbelief, “No!”

She felt Leo fly next to her. “Come on, Percy.” He gently urged. “We still have to defeat her. Piper’s right. We can’t let their deaths be in vain.”

Percy could only nod, she turned to Leo. He looked like he was made of fire. Realizing what he was about to do, she grabbed his arm. Not caring that it might burn her. “Leo, you can’t.” her voice was cracking, “You can’t leave me.”

“I’m sorry, Percy.” He patted Blackjack. “Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid, okay?”

I’ll try. She heard Blackjack’s voice in her head.

“I’m sorry, Perce.” he gave her a regretful smile. “Just make sure to keep her in the air and trust me.”

Without another glance, Leo threw himself onto the unsuspecting goddess.

Blackjack tried to fly as far away as he could but as soon as Percy heard a high-pitched scream, she used all her leftover energy and dissolved her body into mist.

Gaea began to brightly glow so Percy grabbed Leo’s arm, covered his eyes, and vapor traveled them out before the primordial could explode in golden light.

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Leo woke up and slowly stood as he tried to get rid of as much dust and ash as he could. He stumbled forward to the silent battlefield.

As Leo looked around, he finally noticed how bloody everything was. It felt like he crashed onto a cemented wall as his memories from the battle came flooding back.

Oh gods, he wanted to cry. They’re dead. They’re all gone.

Except for Percy. His mind argued. The two of them were the only ones left.

“PERCY!” he shouted. “ARE YOU HERE?” Leo continued to walk, his scratchy voice cutting the silence that the former battlefield was just enveloped in. “PERCY!”

A few minutes passed and Leo started to lose hope.

What if she’s dead? his mind whispered.

Stop it. He tried to argue, he couldn’t think like that.

Why? His head continued to taunt. If she’s dead, it’s gonna be all your fault. She saved you. She’s only dead because she saved you.

“No, no, no,” Leo whispered, pulling his hair. “NO! Stop it.” He screamed. “It’s not my fault.”

“Deep breaths.” He heard a familiar voice whisper. “In and out.”

He followed the voice's directions and his eyesight cleared up. “Percy!” he practically flew to her in order to give her a hug. “You’re okay,” he assured himself. “You’re okay.”

“Yeah, but...” her voice trailed off and Leo noticed that she was holding something or rather someone. “He’s not.”

Percy was holding a deformed eagle. Its whole body was crushed, “Is that Frank?” He couldn’t believe it, “How is he still alive?”

“His stick.” Percy reminded him. “It didn’t burn.” no one said anything for a while. “Leo,” Percy’s voice faltered. “There’s only three of us left alive.”

“Yeah?” Leo questioned, thinking that it was obvious.

“No, I mean-“ Percy stammered, “A few years ago, Chiron told me that the number three was sacred to the Greek world.”

Leo suddenly understood what she was implying. The three of them alive marked the end of their quest.

They won. But at what cost?

All of a sudden, a small stick- the size of his pinky finger appeared in Percy’s hand. It seems that even the gods pitied the son of Mars.

He watched as her eyes stared at the only thing keeping Frank alive, contemplating what to do.

They didn’t want Frank to go.

He was the only other person who understood what the both of them went through.

They were the last three demigods who survived Gaea but looking at him, Leo knew it would be selfish to keep Frank alive. Every bone he had was crushed.

He spent the last few hours of his life in so much pain. And there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t talk. Nothing. The least they could do was take him out of his misery.

Leo knew that Percy realized that as well when she hesitantly handed the stick to Leo, “Do it.”

And Leo did.

They could only watch as both the stick and their friend disintegrated into ashes.

Frank didn’t die in the hands of their enemy. Instead, he gladly died in the hands of the last, two trusted members of the seven.

As Percy and Leo watched Frank’s ashes disappear into the wind, they hoped that the souls of each demigod that died in this war made it to Elysium, where they can live in peace. They deserved it.

They said nothing for a while. The air was filled with a comfortable silence as they figured out what to do next.

“Do you have enough energy to get us back to the Argo II?” Leo abruptly asked.

“I think so.” Percy’s voice sounded so tired that Leo regretted asking her. After all, she did most of the heavy lifting in their fight against the giants. It was honestly scary. She fought with the precision of a goddess, it didn’t help that she had the looks of one as well. “Hold on tight.”

Leo felt his body dissolve before getting back together again. His mind felt dizzy as his feet touched the solid ground.

When his head cleared up, he noticed the familiar walls of his ship. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

It was all over.

Percy moved near him, “What are you gonna do now?”

“I fixed Festus and I plan on using him to find Calypso. She’s on an island called-“

“Ogygia.” Percy frowned, “I met her once but after the second titan war, I used one of my wishes to get her free.”

“The gods suck.” Leo bluntly stated, “After the last giant was defeated they disappeared. Athena didn’t even check on Annabeth!” Percy nodded, “They did the bare necessity and then they left without even a goodbye.”

“You’re right,” she whispered. “If you find Calypso, tell her I said that I was sorry. I really believed that the gods let her free.”

“She’ll forgive you.” He assured, “And it’s not your fault anyway. And Percy?” She faced him, “I’m probably not gonna go back to camp. There are just too many memories and I can’t handle that right now.”

Percy nodded in agreement. “I get what you mean. I just want a break from the godly world. I don’t want to see any mythological creatures again. And if we head back to camp, the gods are just gonna give us another quest.”

They shared a look of agreement. There was always another quest.

“I don’t want to stay here any longer than I have to, so let’s just try to make ourselves look as presentable as possible. Then we can head on our separate ways.” He advised.

Percy closed the distance between them and gave him another hug. This wasn’t goodbye, they would see each other again. “Make sure you stay safe. If you ever need help, just IM me. It doesn’t matter if they’re watching, I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

Leo found himself saying “I will.” before they both went to their respective rooms.

Leo quickly grabbed his belongings, stopping in the Med Bay filling up a random backpack he found with all the supplies he needed.

He made sure that his belt was still on his waist and that it wasn’t loose. If worse came to worse, he could summon almost anything he needed.

With a final glance at the direction Percy went, Leo pressed a few buttons on the suitcase on his desk before throwing it out into the air.

“Come on, Festus!” Leo called out, “The faster we get out of here, the better.”

Festus lowered his body, giving Leo a chance to climb up. After making sure that all their supplies wouldn’t fall, Festus lifted them onto the sky, flying towards the unknown.

It's getting better . . . right?

A (very) brief look into how Damian’s life with the League was.

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I'm confused (Part 3)

Damian wanted to spend the whole afternoon in the shower. He wanted to forget everything.

He needed a break.

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions for him. Everything was so confusing.

It was too much.

Although his brothers were becoming more tolerant towards him. It still felt forced.

And to make it worse, things were only getting worse at school.

Today was a good example of that.

His peers usually ridiculed him in private. Somewhere they couldn’t get caught.

They’ve never mocked him in such a public space before. Especially not a public space where adults could return at any time.

It was different.

Damian hates how he allows his mind to wonder how the outcome might’ve been different. If the librarian walked in on what they were doing to Damian, would she have tried to stop it?

Or would she just turn a blind eye?

He hoped that it wasn’t the latter. The librarian was one of the only adults in the facility that Damian could somewhat tolerate.

Out of nowhere, he felt the water become hotter and cursed.

It felt like he was back in the League and they were throwing lava at him again. He was supposed to learn two lessons during that exercise.

One: Learn how to withstand the heat.

If Damian could survive being pelted with lava, he could survive or at least tolerate any high temperature.

And if he got gravely injured or didn’t survive during the lesson? Well, there’s a reason that they had the Lazarus pit.

Any burns or scars that Damian had would dissolve. As if they never existed. It was the one thing he liked about the pit.

Without it, Damian’s whole body would be littered with scars. From the intense training sessions, he’s gone through to the punishments that he has suffered from. Scars were something that he was accustomed to.

Two: Learn how to dodge

If he didn’t want his skin to burnt because of the lava, then he better evade the numerous attacks. It didn’t matter if Damian got hit: there was a sequence on how they launched it. And they wouldn’t stop until all the gallons of lava were empty.

All the injuries that Damian received during that training session might’ve brought him a lot of pain, but it worked.

In the end, Damian believes that the torment that he had gone through was worth it because he had acquired something from it.

He could only hope that it would be the same here.

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Getting out of the shower was harder than Damian thought it would be. He had quickly gotten used to the boiling drops that crashed onto his skin and instantly accepted the pain.

He deserved it after all.

After a few minutes of staring at his sunken reflection, he forced himself to go back to his room.

He didn’t expect to see his siblings lounging around like they owned the place.

Damian hesitated, not knowing what to do.

“Do you guys require my assistance?”

All three heads immediately turned towards him and Grayson’s smile brightened.

“Hey baby-bat.” he greeted, “Any plans today?”

Why do they keep asking that? What do they want from me?

Damian slowly nodded, “Actually,” he lied. “I do.”

The dark-headed trio glanced at each other and Todd raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure?”

No

“Yes.”

He wants to stay home.

“So you aren’t lying?”

He is.

Damian forced a scowl on his face, “No, I’m not.”

The older bat kept pushing, “Are you positive?”

Damian kept a straight face, trying not to let his annoyance show. “Definitely,” he walked forward avoiding the spots where his brothers resided, and crossed his arms. “You guys can leave now.”

Drake walked towards him and Damian had to force himself not to flinch.

Please don’t punish me. I didn’t do anything wrong.

“So you wouldn’t mind telling us what your plans are?”

Damian raised an eyebrow, “I don’t need to tell you anything. It’s none of your business.”

Why can’t they just leave me alone?

“We just want to get to know you better, baby-bat.” Grayson gently assured. “You’ve been here for around a year and we barely know you.”

Damian tutted, “And who’s fault is that exactly?”

His. It was his fault.

Damian knew that it was his fault that no one wanted to get to know him. He was the unwanted one. The one no one expected.

He was an Al Ghul.

A murderer.

He has so much blood in between his fingers and he hasn’t even reached the age of eighteen.

Drake scoffed, “You didn’t exactly make it easy for us to get to know you.”

Of course, he’s right. Drake is always right.

“And am I supposed to care about that?” Damian retorted, “I don’t need plebeians like you to understand me. People like you aren’t-”

“Damian.” Grayson’s stern voice cut through the room like a whip. “Enough.”

“But he was- I didn’t-“ Damian’s voice sounded pitiful in his ears. “Drake was the one who started it.”

The teen scowled at him, narrowing his eyes at Damian. “Why am I not surprised that you’re shifting the blame to me?”

“I’m not shifting the blame towards anyone!” Damian screamed in frustration, trying to get his brothers to understand. “I'm telling the truth!”

The emotions that trashed inside of him for weeks have finally begun to still. As if even they’ve grown tired of trying to figure everything out.

Nothing made sense anymore.

One moment, his brother would act like how his mother would describe a family. Caring, loyal, and loving.

Then the next, they would remind Damian of how the League treated him. Cold, worthless, and unworthy.

Weren’t they supposed to be the good guys?

“What’s going on here?”

Damian turned and saw his father’s muscular frame towering over the door. The tone of his voice was calm, but Damian could see how his blue eyes seemed to rage, demanding for answers.

Damian forced his face to become neutral as he tried to explain the situation. “Father, I was ju-”

“You know, the usual.” Drake interrupted him, “The demon child acting like a brat, throwing his weight around like he owns the place.”

“I was not-”

“Damian.” his father’s voice was coated in the familiar intonation that Damian could never recognize. Was it disgust? Annoyance? Anger? A mix of all? “We’ve talked about this.”

No, they haven’t.

His father barely acknowledged Damian unless he was reporting a mission, or if he did something wrong. Sadly, it was mostly the latter.

If it wasn’t for all the training that Damian’s received, he would’ve flinched from the way his father looked at him. His gaze was filled with disgust. As if Damian was nothing but a piece of gum stuck in his shoe that he couldn’t remove.

As if he was a burden.

But isn’t that what he was?

His father gave him a final glance, “I’m benching you from being Robin until we get this attitude of yours under control.”

He heard someone mutter an “If that’s even possible.”

When Damian heard his father’s footsteps become inaudible, he forced his head up.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Grayson dragging Drake out of Damian’s room. When their eyes met, the oldest Wayne only sighed before shaking his head at Damian.

He knew Grayson well enough to know what his I-am-very-disappointed-in-you looked like.

“You should apologize.”

“What?”

“Apologize,” Todd slowly repeated, as if he was talking to a child. “You should apologize to Tim.”

“Why would I need to apologize for something that wasn’t my fault.”

Todd shut his eyes and clenched his fists before walking past Damian, muttering to himself.

“I knew we shouldn’t-”

“-bothered to try.”

“-deserved everything that happened-”

That was the last thing Damian heard before he heard his door slam shut.

Suddenly, the events of the night have finally plummeted itself towards Damian’s head.

No more Robin.

Damian felt his chest tighten and his heart seemed to race at speeds that could rival the Flash. Everything around began to spin and he couldn’t help but let out a small, frightened breath.

What was wrong with him?

His feet seemed to tremble and he fell on the floor. The room began to heat up.

The sun was against him. It was like all it wanted to do was burn Damian’s skin until there was nothing left.

Was he sweating?

Damian was definitely sweating. Why was he sweating? It’s the middle of Winter.

He couldn’t breathe.

Is he going to die?

He didn’t even get a chance to prove himself to his father.

Though, his mind couldn’t help but contemplate the possible scenarios of when they find him in the middle of his room, dead.

Would his father cry? Or would he just be relieved? Relieved at the fact that he didn’t have to watch over Damian anymore. Would they be happy that the Wayne family was finally back to being normal? Now that the smudge of brown was gone from their picture-perfect portrait.

“Calm down.” He heard a calming voice mutter, “Deep breaths.”

“Ummi?” Damian’s voice sounded muffled as his vision began to fade into the darkness, “Are you taking me home?”

A silhouette bent down to give Damian an embrace.

He didn’t feel anything but he still heard his ummi’s voice. “Deep breaths,” she repeated.

Damian forced himself to focus on the light as he followed the instructions. He couldn’t fail his ummi. She was the only one who ever loved him for him.

In

Out

His head began to ease up. The pain was slowly going away.

In

Out

He could feel his legs, it no longer felt like a mountain was on top of them.

In

Out

His vision slowly cleared up. He could see shapes begin to form as the light steadily took over the darkness.

He was going to be okay.

“Ummi?” his voice cracked.

There wasn’t anyone there.

He felt tears form on the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

If he cried, it meant that Damian was weak. That he was useless. And he wasn’t.

Right?

His brothers probably hate him again because of his stupid little outburst. He was so stupid.

His father banned him from being Robin, so he probably won’t be able to see his teammates for the time being.

Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut?

He was all alone again.

He didn’t have enough energy to move to his bed, so he hugged his knees closer to his chest as he tried his hardest to keep his tears at bay.

Everything was back to normal.

Note:

(Damian’s emotions have been building up for quite a while now. He’s confused and frustrated. A dangerous combination for someone who wasn’t allowed to express how he felt throughout the beginning of his life.

And from my experience, it’s the smallest things that just make a person break. So when Damian was blamed for something that wasn’t his fault, he just lashed out.

Sorry for the lack of updates from the past two weeks. School sucks. It’s like my teachers barely give me any work throughout the school year just so they could dump everything in May.

Hopefully, this chapter didn’t disappoint you guys too badly. And if it did, give me some nice constructive criticism in the comments. I love reading them, no matter how harsh.)

I'll do anything for you

(A female Jason Todd fanfic)

Jayla knew what the other vigilantes thought of her. In their eyes, she was nothing but a reckless, impulsive, murderer who they only kept around because she was a valuable ally.

A valuable soldier.

And even though it hurts her to know that her family will never love her unless she quits her current lifestyle, she’ll do anything for them. No matter the price.

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The Price You Have To Pay

Lex Luthor was a man with many enemies. And because of that, his private office was a highly secured facility.

You’d have to pass dozens of security protocols before you could even step foot in the building.

But considering the fact that his security team caught a little bird with his wannabe team of superheroes sneaking around, he suspected that he would be getting a visitor soon.

A hot vigilante with dark hair that also contained a stubborn streak of white, perhaps.

He could hear small footsteps getting louder.

Lex leaned forward just as the door swung open. Red Hood walked in like she owned the place.

He eyed her up and down, trying to hide the smirk that was beginning to form as he felt the tension between them steadily rise.

“You know that ignoring the dress code isn’t really a good way to start our negotiations.” Lex drawled, impatiently tapping his fingers against his desk.

Red removed her helmet before raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, “I wasn’t about to walk into your building half-naked.”

“Good thing that no one’s here to see you then.”

Red’s plump lips formed a pretty scowl, “Lex.”

“Hood.”

Lex didn’t know how long they stared at each other before Red gave in, shutting her eyes as she allowed a seductive smile to grace upon her face.

This time, Lex couldn’t hold back his grin. “You know what to do.”

She didn’t protest as she slowly took off her clothes, leaving her with only a pair of matching dark red lingerie.

No matter how many times he saw her like this, Lex still felt like he forgot how to breathe.

The heroes might hate her, but even they won’t be able to deny the fact that her beauty is unmatched. One could even go as far and say that her looks pass Wonder Woman's.

She was absolutely breathtaking.

“Are you done staring at me?” The amusement laced in her voice brought him out of his trance.

A predatory glint appeared in his eyes, “For now.”

Red leaned forward. “What do you want, Lex?” Her voice was soft as her lip curled upwards.

Without even thinking, he grabbed her hips. Dragging her entire body towards the older man so that she was straddling him. “Now we can talk.”

Even though her domino mask was still on, Lex knew her well enough to know that she was rolling her eyes. “Perv,” she couldn’t help but laugh out as she shifted to a more comfortable position.

“I’m more of an opportunist than a pervert, darling. I mean, no one with a brain could ever resist this sight?” He slapped her ass before giving her a mocking smile. “One day, I’m going to wreck your body with all the other suitors you have until the only thing you’ll remember is how good it feels to be under our control.”

The vigilante let out a surprised breath of air, “As fun as that sounds, it probably won’t happen.” He felt her calloused, yet still, somehow soft fingers trail over his chest, “Considering my expertise, you should know how expensive I can be.”

He squeezed her ass, “Then I guess it’s a good thing that we’re some of the richest people in the world.”

She ignored his last remark, “What do you want, Lex.”

“Come on, Red.” he groaned in annoyance, “It was just starting to become fun.”

She shot him an irritated look, “Sorry,” she said, not sounding apologetic at all, “But I’m in a bit of a time crunch right now.”

Lex sighed, for once letting it go. He knows how much of a rough time she’s been having with her other coworkers.

He swears that superheroes are never satisfied.

“What do you want,” she repeated. This time, he could hear a bit of impatience leaking in her voice.

“This one shouldn’t be as difficult as the other agreements we’ve had over the past few months,”

“Just say it,” Red interrupted.

“In a few weeks, there’s going to be a convention in Dubai. And we all know how dangerous these meetings can be sometimes.”

“If by dangerous, do you mean boring?” Red’s voice cut in as rested her head on his shoulder. “You just need someone to entertain you.” she teasingly accused.

“You caught me.” he said dryly, “This convention is going to last at least a week, so prepare your excuse or something.”

Red leaned away from him, “Excuse for what? No one will even notice that I’m gone.” she waved off, “Unless there’s a mission that the bats can’t solve, of course. But even then, it barely ever happens, so I’ll be fine.”

For some reason, hearing those words come out of her mouth made his jaw clench. “Yet every time a hero is in a situation where they won’t be able to win, you still try your hardest to bargain for their life.” He scoffed, “Even though they can’t even bother to treat you decently.”

Red refused to meet his eyes as she clenched her fists. “It’s not their fault. You know that they can’t trust me after what I’ve done.”

“But you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I tried to kill-“

Lex let out a harsh laugh, “If you wanted to kill them, you would’ve.”

Red flushed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He raised an eyebrow as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Really? Cause I know about all the training you went through with the League of Assassins. You were holding back. You tried to keep the madness of the pit at bay.” she still refused to meet his gaze, her eyes stubbornly staying on the floor. “And because they’re all well- alive, you succeeded.”

Red shifted, her ass grinding against his cock. She leaned forward and he felt her lips brush against his neck, “Stop talking.” she softly muttered.

Lex gently pushed her away, he was not done talking about this subject. “Do they know?” he questioned. “Do they know that if you wanted them dead, they would be? Do they know-“

She gripped his shirt, “Stop.”

He ignored her, she needed to hear this. “With how badly they treat you, one would wonder why you go to such extreme lengths to help them. They don’t even care about you. They’re only-“

“Please.” Red’s voice wavered, filled with insecurity. Her hands were still tightly clenching onto his shirt. “Just- just stop.” she pleaded.

Lex froze, finally realizing just how much his words affected her. His face immediately softened. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her. He just wanted to show her that they weren’t worth her time.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. He carefully lifted her chin so that his eyes would meet hers. “What I said was uncalled for. I should’ve phrased it better.”

She gave him a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “It’s fine.” Lex didn’t know who she was trying to convince, him or her. “You aren’t exactly wrong.”

“No, it isn’t fine. I really am sorry, my little agnar.” He ignored how her whole face seemed to turn red at the nickname, “I shouldn’t have been so-“ he searched his head for the right word. “-inconsiderate about your feelings.”

Red only nodded, “Is there anything else you need for the release of my brother and his team?”

“I’ll also need you to pay for all the damage they caused,” he admitted.

“Again?” When he nodded, she only sighed and got off his lap. “Okay, I’ll send you the money soon.”

“Do try and get these heroes in line, Red. Some people have plans, and it’ll be so much easier to complete them when a group of teenagers playing superheroes aren’t around to mess it up.”

Red only gave him a smirk, her small breakdown already forgotten. “You know that I can’t do that. If you have any complaints, you can always report it to the Justice League.”

“As if they’d actually do something about it.”

Red laughed, “You aren’t wrong. They preach about saving the world, yet they ignore all the damages they’ve inflicted when they do just that.”

“Since you’re in a bit of a time crunch, I think I might just let you go now.” He licked his lips as he gave her body another attentive glance, “Just a warning though, our next meeting will probably be more intense than this one.”

She gave him a mischievous look, “Is that a promise?”

“You know it.”

She gave him a final smile before bending down to grab her clothes, then walking away as her hips slowly swayed from side to side.

She didn’t even bother to put them on.

Even though he could no longer see her face, he knew that she was smirking. The vigilante was aware of his body’s reaction towards hers.

Lex dropped onto his chair, moving to try and hide his erection before his eyes started drifting towards the office camera.

He couldn’t hold back a grin as a plan started to form in his head.

If there was one thing that Lex was sure of- it was that the bats were naturally suspicious. If the little bird and his team were suddenly free and were able to escape his building without much trouble, they would start to become skeptical.

He wasn’t known for being intelligent for nothing.

Lex would prove to Red that she deserved better.

She doesn’t owe those heroes anything.

Despite everything that she’s done for them, they still tore out the feathers of her damaged wings until she could no longer fly.

Lex could forget Superman for a while. This was a more crucial matter.

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Masterlist?

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XY's Muse

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Chapter 11

For the first time in a while, Marinette was happy. She felt like she was in heaven.

Ever since Xavier came into her life, she just felt free. While she was with him, she didn’t have to be the perfect student that had to drop everything just to help her friends nor did she have to be the perfect superheroine who had to save the day.

She was just Marinette. And he was okay with that.

Tikki’s mood has also gotten lighter. She was happy that Marinette had finally gotten over Adrien. Hopefully, Master Fu would get rid of that cat’s miraculous soon. Because everything escalates.

Marinette heard a crash. It was soon followed by a lot of screaming.

She knew that an akuma attack was happening. She muttered, “I knew everything was getting too calm. TIKKI, SPOTS ON!”

Ladybug was scanning the area. She knew that Chat Noir wouldn’t show up until later. When her eyes landed on the akuma, she noticed that the akuma was covered with silver glitter. “So this is a knock-off version of Style Queen” she muttered. “Except instead of gold, it’s silver.”

“MY NAME IS SILVER GLITTER!” the akuma yelled, “AND I WILL TURN PARIS INTO MY GLITTERY PLAYGROUND.”

“How creative.” Ladybug rolled her eyes, “Lucky charm.”

Looking around, Ladybug knew what she was supposed to do. The akuma was beaten in record time.

Paris was covered in glitter and she shuddered. Glitter was a bitch when it was time to clean up. It got all over the place. “MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!”

The magical ladybug fixed everything up, thankfully getting rid of all the glitter as well.

Ladybug couldn’t help but smile. Without that cat, akumas were getting easier to beat.

She felt someone land behind her and her mood suddenly dampened.

“Hey, m’lady.” he purred.

“Chat,” she acknowledged, trying to look for a way to get out of there as soon as she could. “The akumas been defeated. What are you doing here?”

He gave Ladybug a smirk that made shivers run up her spine. “Can’t I visit my favorite little bug?”

“Don’t call me that.” she snapped.

He raised an eyebrow, stepping towards her. “Little bug.” he taunted.

“Stop it.” She tried to firmly say. “Since you’re here, why don’t we talk about the fact that you’re barely helping with the akumas anymore.”

“You should know that shifting the attention away from you won’t work.” his eyes glinted with amusement. “But if you must know, it’s because a certain bug won’t accept her feelings for me.” his dangerous green eyes stared at hers, “Do you know how much it hurts? I know that she loves me but for some reason. She. Just. Won’t. Admit. It.”

Ladybug flinched, “What part of I don’t like you like that do you not understand?” she tried to explain. “No means no.”

Chat only laughed. “If I stuck with that rule, I wouldn’t be able to get whatever I wanted.” Ladybug didn’t know what to say, so the cat continued. “Trust me, bugaboo. I will get you to confess your feelings for me. One way or another.”

“That’ll never happen.”

His lips curl up into a snide smirk, giving her a final glance before turning away. “We’ll see. But until you finally open your eyes and admit that you like me, well-” his eyes scanned Paris. “Good luck fighting the akumas without me, m’lady.”

After Chat Noir left, Ladybug allowed herself to collapse in shock. She couldn't hear anything but the last sentence he said to her.

“until you finally open your eyes and admit that you like me”

“I will get you to confess your feelings for me. One way or another.”

“Good luck fighting the akumas without me, m’lady.”

“If I stuck with that rule, I wouldn’t be able to get whatever I wanted.”

“One way or another.”

“-YBUG!” she heard someone scream. “Holy crap, are you okay?”

She quickly recognized the voice. It was Alya. “Yeah,” she sighed. “I’m fine.”

Alya didn’t seem to look like she believed the heroine, “You sure?”

She couldn’t meet her friend’s eyes, “Alya, were you on live?” she asked in shock.

Alya shook her head. “No, but I caught everything on video.”

Ladybug bit her lip, contemplating her options. “Can you do me a favor and not post it yet please.”

“But, why?” her friend argued. “We should expose him as soon as we can. What he did was harassme-”

“I know what he’s doing” Ladybug interrupted, “Just don’t post it yet, please. I have a plan.”

“Fine.” the reporter relented. “But I will expose him. You don’t deserve that treatment.”

“Thank you.” Ladybug sent a small smile to her friend. “I’ll meet you at your house tonight?”

Alya nodded in agreement.

“Okay. With a final sigh, Ladybug got her yoyo ready. ”Bug out.”

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XY had to be dreaming.

Or he probably died and went to heaven. Those were the only two explanations on why everything felt so perfect at the moment.

Right now, XY and Marinette were facetiming. It was supposed to be a professional call, where they discussed the designs for his music video. But somehow, they always managed to get off track.

They’ve been talking for hours.

Even though the two of them led fairly busy lives, it seemed like they always had time to call each other. No matter how late it was.

Their sleep schedule was messed up but it was worth it.

XY turned his attention back to his phone. Marinette was currently sketching the final products of the design they chose.

He was excited but she wouldn’t let him see it, no matter how much he begged. “Please.” he tried again, “Just a little peak?”

Marinette let out the cutest giggle XY had ever heard and playfully glared at him, “You’re gonna see it tomorrow.” she reminded him, “We’re finally able to meet up, remember?”

XY did remember. He was so excited when he found out that they were both free at the same time. “But I wanna see it now.”

“You are definitely not a patient person,” Marinette jokes.

“How dare you?” XY mockingly said, “We’re breaking up.”

Marinette laughed, “We can’t break up if we’re not together yet.”

“Yet.” XY winked, “We’re not together yet.”

It's getting better . . . right?

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As Damian stepped onto the school grounds, he couldn’t help but feel a small amount of relief.

It was like school was the only place where nothing changed. Everyone treated him the same way they’ve always treated him before.

Even though Damian chose to listen to his heart, he still struggled to accept the fact that people cared for him.

The school was the only place of normalcy he had left.

Suddenly, Damian felt someone push him against a brick wall, driving him down on his knees.

He embraced the pain that he was feeling.

You wanted this.

You deserve this.

His face was forced upwards, causing his eyes to meet his tormentors.

Damian immediately noticed the face of the guy who pushed him.

Max Thornwell.

The guy was Damian’s age, 15 years old, yet he towered over Damian with a few inches.

The guy was adequate-looking. There was nothing special about him, blonde hair, brown eyes, and lean-ish build. But, the guy walked with the confidence of Superman. Like he ruled the school and no one could take the throne away from him.

Damian hated him but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to make the situation worse.

If he did, he would get in trouble again. And his father would send him the disappointed look that made Damian feel worthless. Then someone would make a comment about how he isn’t fit to be Robin anymore.

Damian needed to be Robin.

The feeling of freedom he felt when he put on the costume made him smile with glee.

If Damian believed in Greek mythology, Robin would be the string of his life. Take Robin away from him and he would be gone. Like a turtle retreating in his shell.

Without Robin, Damian would be a nobody with a family of somebodies.

He would be the shadow that no one notices. The one that everyone forgets. They would only realize he was there when they needed something. Or when they had a comment to make that’ll chip away the small amount of confidence he had left.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Wayne.” Max’s voice snarled, “Don’t tell me that you’re a pussy as well.” A cruel smirk settled in the blonde’s face as he heard the laughter of his peers echoing around him.

He kicked Damian in the stomach, causing the boy to wheeze in pain in front of the unexpected attack.

The laughter only got louder.

Tears began to form in his eyes but he refused to let them fall.

He would not cry in front of them.

Max leaned in, whispering in Damian’s ear so only he could hear what the boy was saying. “Don’t you think it’s sad that no one is defending you? Never forget the fact that no one likes you. The fact that one loves you.” he roughly shoved Damian’s shoulder, “Remember your place.”

Damian gritted his teeth. His body ached all over and it was like the headache he got a week ago came back.

He forced himself to reach for his backpack, only for someone to grab it right before his hand could even touch it.

His green eyes met cold blue ones.

Michelle Chuxtre.

Damian didn’t know much about her. But he heard many people comment about how “hot” or how “fine” she is. He guessed that she was one of those popular kids, meaning that she was probably there to have her fun at tormenting Damian.

As Damian stared at her, he understood how people could call her pretty. Her features would fit the beauty standard— blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a slim figure- but the mocking smirk she wore on her face made Damian feel uneasy.

It didn’t help that her eyes seemed to glint maliciously as she studied him.

She quickly glanced at the dirty backpack she was holding and her smirk only grew wider. “What are you hiding here?” she sarcastically asked, unzipping his backpack.

Damian winced, seeing all of his supplies fall on the ground.

She looked pleased with his reaction, stepping towards him, her shoe landing on one of his notebooks. “You understand why I had to do that right?” her voice was sympathetic as if she was actually sorry for her actions. “I just had to make sure you weren’t going to bomb the school or anything.”

Damian understood the implications of her sentence. She made it obvious enough so that the people around him understood it too.

Once Michelle left, the people around him soon followed. Their entertainment was done for the morning.

Even though Damian admitted that he was relieved at the fact that everything at school stayed the same, he couldn’t help but want to let a few tears fall.

You wanted this, he reminded himself, this is your fault.

As Damian struggled to get up, he noticed someone holding their hand out to him. He studied that hand for a few seconds before realizing that she wanted to help him up.

It’s probably a trick, his head supplied, she’ll probably push you back down.

Damian assumed that his head was right, so he accepted her hand wanting to get everything over with so that he could get to his classes. The girl pulled him up, kneeling and picking up the dropped objects from the ground.

He looked at her with confusion, “What are you doing?”

“Helping you.”

His voice faltered, “But why?”

She froze and turned to him.

It was the first time that Damian saw her face properly. She was new. The girl was no doubt Filipino. She had the trademark dark brown hair that glowed in the sun. Though, he could see that she had blonde highlights as well. Her eyes were the same as her hair. At first glance, you would believe that they were black yet in the sun, they were a beautiful golden color. She also had the same tone of skin as him.

Judging by the uniform she was wearing, she was going to be attending school with him. Meaning that they would be the only two people that weren’t white in the building.

“Because you needed help.” the girl firmly said. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he winced in pain as he tried to walk, “I’m used to it.”

I asked for it.

“That’s not something you should get used to,” she firmly said, handing him the dirty backpack.

“Thank you.” He muttered softly.

“You’re welcome.” The dark-haired girl gave him a bright smile, “I’m Auda. Auda Arison.”

He returned it with a hesitant smile, “I’m Damian.” he repeated her gesture. “Damian Wayne.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Damian.” she looked around, realizing that there wasn’t another person in sight. “Since there’s no one else here, can you show me where the office is?”

Damian only nodded, walking forward as he gestured for the Filipino to follow him.

As they walked in, eyes seemed to follow them. Damian ignored them, used to people watching and silently critiquing his every move.

His eyes glanced at the girl walking beside him and she seemed deep in thought. She probably wasn’t aware of the eyes watching her.

They walked to the office in comfortable silence.

“Thank you”. she said when they arrived at the front.

“You’re welcome.” With those final words, he walked away, not bothering to give the girl a second glance.

—

Lunch was Damian’s least favorite part of the school day. He had no friends, so he had no one to sit with

And there was always a chance that someone would accidentally spill their food and beverage over him.

Damian wondered how his family would react if they found out what the kids in the school were doing.

Would they care?

Damian likes to think so.

But, his brain told him, they probably don’t.

Why can’t you just shut up for once? His heart complained.

Because you guys are acting stupid. It insisted. They don’t care. And they don’t!

Yes, they do!

No, they don’t.

Yes, they do!

No-

Yes!

His brain sighed, They only act as they care. It’s probably another scheme for them to humiliate and hurt you.

You’re wrong. His heart argued.

I hope so. His head resigned, I really do.

Damian’s back slumped against the wall, unable to focus on the book he was reading.

Did he make the wrong choice when he gave his brothers a chance?

Hopefully not.

He liked hanging out with them. He liked how they included him in things. And he liked how they don’t only talk to each other, so he could get insulted.

Damian felt someone grab the book from his hand.

What the-

Laughter echoed around the room as he felt water drip into his shirt. He shot up from his chair, trying to figure out what just happened.

His eyes analyzed the room. The librarian was gone and a crowd of 6 people was crowding him.

He notices that Max was holding his book, flipping through the pages before throwing it to one of his friends.

“Are you planning on bombing the school or something?” Max taunted him.

Damian rolled his eyes, “No. That book was just in Arabic” he couldn’t help but spit it out.

Max only smirked, “So the little terrorist finally started to talk.”

Damian tried not to flinch.

No fights. He reminded himself. Father will take Robin away.

Damian took a step back, hoping that Max would see it as him giving up.

It worked.

The boy’s face stretched into a victorious grin. “For a Wayne, you sure are pathetic.”

Someone held Damian’s arms so that he couldn’t run as Max walked slowly forward.

Like a predator stalking his prey.

Damian didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t just break away from his peer’s grip. But if he stayed, he would be left at Max’s mercy.

He scared Damian in a way that no villain ever could.

When Damian fought a criminal, he usually knew what the outcome would be. He would either live or he would die.

And he was fine with that.

But socializing?

It wasn’t his territory.

Damian was created to be a perfect clone of Batman. He was raised to be a warrior. He was raised to fight.

To kill.

Damian didn’t know how to interact with people properly. He only somewhat understands social cues when it comes to manipulation. But when he opens his mouth, he would have no filter.

And why should he?

That’s how he was raised.

And he was trying so hard to change.

In galas, he could put on the act that people wanted to see.

He would be Damian Wayne, the adorable, intelligent, charming, heartthrob son of Bruce Wayne.

He would play it nice, entertain the ones older than him with his vibrant eyes and appealing smiles. Ignoring how they seemed to eye his skin with distaste.

He would pretend that he didn’t hear whispers of how he would be the perfect Wayne if it wasn’t for his skin color.

He would pretend that it didn’t hurt because they didn’t say it right to his face.

But at school?

People didn’t try to hide what they thought of it.

They acted like everything they did to him was justified.

It didn’t help that Damian never tried to fit in with them. He distanced himself, speaking coldly to anyone that approached him.

The students began to dislike him pretty quickly. In their eyes, Damian should’ve felt lucky that they had even given him a chance.

In Damian’s eyes, they were racist. It wasn't that hard to tell. Everyone at the school was white— teachers, students, janitors— you name it. And from how they treated Damian on his first few days, they also had a white-savior mentality.

Growing up, Damian was taught the stereotypes people had regarding their race.

It wasn’t pretty.

Damian remembered staying up late in the small space he called home, wondering how people could assume such horrible things towards a group of people because of another man’s crime.

It wasn’t fair.

But even at his young age, Damian knew that nothing in life was fair.

And he accepted that.

So Damian stayed, pretending that he couldn’t break out of his peer’s grip. Max’s brown eyes met him maliciously.

He held his hand out and someone handed him Damian’s book.

“How much do you like this book?”

Damian refused to answer.

“Answer me, brat.”

“That book does not hold any value to me.” Damian spat out.

“I don’t believe you.”

Couldn’t he just get it over with?

Max glared at Damian, unsatisfied with his reaction. He threw the book on the ground as he stormed out, his goons quickly following.

Damian let out a sigh of relief as soon as they were out of sight. He picked up his book, inspecting it carefully.

He needed to make sure that the book was unharmed. It was the one thing that his mom had given him before she quickly tossed Damian away like trash.

Stupid. He scolded himself, you should’ve known better than to bring a prized possession to school.

The bell rang and he quickly hid the book in his backpack, not noticing how a girl pocketed her phone with narrowed eyes.

—

Damian would like to say that no one else bothered him for the rest of the day. But that would be a lie.

His lockers were filled with more sickening messages and everywhere he went, glares and whispers seemed to follow him.

He just wanted to go home.

He wanted to be Robin.

No, he needed to be Robin.

He just wanted to get away from the school.

He didn’t think that he bothered anyone today. All he did was defend himself against Max.

Was that so bad?

Everything we do seems to be bad. His heart couldn't help but whisper.

His brain didn’t argue.

It's getting better . . . right?

A small dive into how Damian’s life at school is.

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I'm confused (Part 2)

As Damian stepped onto the school grounds, he couldn’t help but feel a small amount of relief.

It was like school was the only place where nothing changed. Everyone treated him the same way they’ve always treated him before.

Even though Damian chose to listen to his heart, he still struggled to accept the fact that people cared for him.

The school was the only place of normalcy he had left.

Suddenly, Damian felt someone push him against a brick wall, driving him down on his knees.

He embraced the pain that he was feeling.

You wanted this.

You deserve this.

His face was forced upwards, causing his eyes to meet his tormentors.

Damian immediately noticed the face of the guy who pushed him.

Max Thornwell.

The guy was Damian’s age, 15 years old, yet he towered over Damian with a few inches.

The guy was adequate-looking. There was nothing special about him, blonde hair, brown eyes, and lean-ish build. But, the guy walked with the confidence of Superman. Like he ruled the school and no one could take the throne away from him.

Damian hated him but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to make the situation worse.

If he did, he would get in trouble again. And his father would send him the disappointed look that made Damian feel worthless. Then someone would make a comment about how he isn’t fit to be Robin anymore.

Damian needed to be Robin.

The feeling of freedom he felt when he put on the costume made him smile with glee.

If Damian believed in Greek mythology, Robin would be the string of his life. Take Robin away from him and he would be gone. Like a turtle retreating in his shell.

Without Robin, Damian would be a nobody with a family of somebodies.

He would be the shadow that no one notices. The one that everyone forgets. They would only realize he was there when they needed something. Or when they had a comment to make that’ll chip away the small amount of confidence he had left.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Wayne.” Max’s voice snarled, “Don’t tell me that you’re a pussy as well.” A cruel smirk settled in the blonde’s face as he heard the laughter of his peers echoing around him.

He kicked Damian in the stomach, causing the boy to wheeze in pain in front of the unexpected attack.

The laughter only got louder.

Tears began to form in his eyes but he refused to let them fall.

He would not cry in front of them.

Max leaned in, whispering in Damian’s ear so only he could hear what the boy was saying. “Don’t you think it’s sad that no one is defending you? Never forget the fact that no one likes you. The fact that one loves you.” he roughly shoved Damian’s shoulder, “Remember your place.”

Damian gritted his teeth. His body ached all over and it was like the headache he got a week ago came back.

He forced himself to reach for his backpack, only for someone to grab it right before his hand could even touch it.

His green eyes met cold blue ones.

Michelle Chuxtre.

Damian didn’t know much about her. But he heard many people comment about how “hot” or how “fine” she is. He guessed that she was one of those popular kids, meaning that she was probably there to have her fun at tormenting Damian.

As Damian stared at her, he understood how people could call her pretty. Her features would fit the beauty standard— blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a slim figure- but the mocking smirk she wore on her face made Damian feel uneasy.

It didn’t help that her eyes seemed to glint maliciously as she studied him.

She quickly glanced at the dirty backpack she was holding and her smirk only grew wider. “What are you hiding here?” she sarcastically asked, unzipping his backpack.

Damian winced, seeing all of his supplies fall on the ground.

She looked pleased with his reaction, stepping towards him, her shoe landing on one of his notebooks. “You understand why I had to do that right?” her voice was sympathetic as if she was actually sorry for her actions. “I just had to make sure you weren’t going to bomb the school or anything.”

Damian understood the implications of her sentence. She made it obvious enough so that the people around him understood it too.

Once Michelle left, the people around him soon followed. Their entertainment was done for the morning.

Even though Damian admitted that he was relieved at the fact that everything at school stayed the same, he couldn’t help but want to let a few tears fall.

You wanted this, he reminded himself, this is your fault.

As Damian struggled to get up, he noticed someone holding their hand out to him. He studied that hand for a few seconds before realizing that she wanted to help him up.

It’s probably a trick, his head supplied, she’ll probably push you back down.

Damian assumed that his head was right, so he accepted her hand wanting to get everything over with so that he could get to his classes. The girl pulled him up, kneeling and picking up the dropped objects from the ground.

He looked at her with confusion, “What are you doing?”

“Helping you.”

His voice faltered, “But why?”

She froze and turned to him.

It was the first time that Damian saw her face properly. She was new. The girl was no doubt Filipino. She had the trademark dark brown hair that glowed in the sun. Though, he could see that she had blonde highlights as well. Her eyes were the same as her hair. At first glance, you would believe that they were black yet in the sun, they were a beautiful golden color. She also had the same tone of skin as him.

Judging by the uniform she was wearing, she was going to be attending school with him. Meaning that they would be the only two people that weren’t white in the building.

“Because you needed help.” the girl firmly said. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he winced in pain as he tried to walk, “I’m used to it.”

I asked for it.

“That’s not something you should get used to,” she firmly said, handing him the dirty backpack.

“Thank you.” He muttered softly.

“You’re welcome.” The dark-haired girl gave him a bright smile, “I’m Auda. Auda Arison.”

He returned it with a hesitant smile, “I’m Damian.” he repeated her gesture. “Damian Wayne.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Damian.” she looked around, realizing that there wasn’t another person in sight. “Since there’s no one else here, can you show me where the office is?”

Damian only nodded, walking forward as he gestured for the Filipino to follow him.

As they walked in, eyes seemed to follow them. Damian ignored them, used to people watching and silently critiquing his every move.

His eyes glanced at the girl walking beside him and she seemed deep in thought. She probably wasn’t aware of the eyes watching her.

They walked to the office in comfortable silence.

“Thank you”. she said when they arrived at the front.

“You’re welcome.” With those final words, he walked away, not bothering to give the girl a second glance.

—

Lunch was Damian’s least favorite part of the school day. He had no friends, so he had no one to sit with

And there was always a chance that someone would accidentally spill their food and beverage over him.

Damian wondered how his family would react if they found out what the kids in the school were doing.

Would they care?

Damian likes to think so.

But, his brain told him, they probably don’t.

Why can’t you just shut up for once? His heart complained.

Because you guys are acting stupid. It insisted. They don’t care. And they don’t!

Yes, they do!

No, they don’t.

Yes, they do!

No-

Yes!

His brain sighed, They only act as they care. It’s probably another scheme for them to humiliate and hurt you.

You’re wrong. His heart argued.

I hope so. His head resigned, I really do.

Damian’s back slumped against the wall, unable to focus on the book he was reading.

Did he make the wrong choice when he gave his brothers a chance?

Hopefully not.

He liked hanging out with them. He liked how they included him in things. And he liked how they don’t only talk to each other, so he could get insulted.

Damian felt someone grab the book from his hand.

What the-

Laughter echoed around the room as he felt water drip into his shirt. He shot up from his chair, trying to figure out what just happened.

His eyes analyzed the room. The librarian was gone and a crowd of 6 people was crowding him.

He notices that Max was holding his book, flipping through the pages before throwing it to one of his friends.

“Are you planning on bombing the school or something?” Max taunted him.

Damian rolled his eyes, “No. That book was just in Arabic” he couldn’t help but spit it out.

Max only smirked, “So the little terrorist finally started to talk.”

Damian tried not to flinch.

No fights. He reminded himself. Father will take Robin away.

Damian took a step back, hoping that Max would see it as him giving up.

It worked.

The boy’s face stretched into a victorious grin. “For a Wayne, you sure are pathetic.”

Someone held Damian’s arms so that he couldn’t run as Max walked slowly forward.

Like a predator stalking his prey.

Damian didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t just break away from his peer’s grip. But if he stayed, he would be left at Max’s mercy.

He scared Damian in a way that no villain ever could.

When Damian fought a criminal, he usually knew what the outcome would be. He would either live or he would die.

And he was fine with that.

But socializing?

It wasn’t his territory.

Damian was created to be a perfect clone of Batman. He was raised to be a warrior. He was raised to fight.

To kill.

Damian didn’t know how to interact with people properly. He only somewhat understands social cues when it comes to manipulation. But when he opens his mouth, he would have no filter.

And why should he?

That’s how he was raised.

And he was trying so hard to change.

In galas, he could put on the act that people wanted to see.

He would be Damian Wayne, the adorable, intelligent, charming, heartthrob son of Bruce Wayne.

He would play it nice, entertain the ones older than him with his vibrant eyes and appealing smiles. Ignoring how they seemed to eye his skin with distaste.

He would pretend that he didn’t hear whispers of how he would be the perfect Wayne if it wasn’t for his skin color.

He would pretend that it didn’t hurt because they didn’t say it right to his face.

But at school?

People didn’t try to hide what they thought of it.

They acted like everything they did to him was justified.

It didn’t help that Damian never tried to fit in with them. He distanced himself, speaking coldly to anyone that approached him.

The students began to dislike him pretty quickly. In their eyes, Damian should’ve felt lucky that they had even given him a chance.

In Damian’s eyes, they were racist. It wasn't that hard to tell. Everyone at the school was white— teachers, students, janitors— you name it. And from how they treated Damian on his first few days, they also had a white-savior mentality.

Growing up, Damian was taught the stereotypes people had regarding their race.

It wasn’t pretty.

Damian remembered staying up late in the small space he called home, wondering how people could assume such horrible things towards a group of people because of another man’s crime.

It wasn’t fair.

But even at his young age, Damian knew that nothing in life was fair.

And he accepted that.

So Damian stayed, pretending that he couldn’t break out of his peer’s grip. Max’s brown eyes met him maliciously.

He held his hand out and someone handed him Damian’s book.

“How much do you like this book?”

Damian refused to answer.

“Answer me, brat.”

“That book does not hold any value to me.” Damian spat out.

“I don’t believe you.”

Couldn’t he just get it over with?

Max glared at Damian, unsatisfied with his reaction. He threw the book on the ground as he stormed out, his goons quickly following.

Damian let out a sigh of relief as soon as they were out of sight. He picked up his book, inspecting it carefully.

He needed to make sure that the book was unharmed. It was the one thing that his mom had given him before she quickly tossed Damian away like trash.

Stupid. He scolded himself, you should’ve known better than to bring a prized possession to school.

The bell rang and he quickly hid the book in his backpack, not noticing how a girl pocketed her phone with narrowed eyes.

—

Damian would like to say that no one else bothered him for the rest of the day. But that would be a lie.

His lockers were filled with more sickening messages and everywhere he went, glares and whispers seemed to follow him.

He just wanted to go home.

He wanted to be Robin.

No, he needed to be Robin.

He just wanted to get away from the school.

He didn’t think that he bothered anyone today. All he did was defend himself against Max.

Was that so bad?

Everything we do seems to be bad. His heart couldn't help but whisper.

His brain didn’t argue.

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Ever since Damian had that weird experience with his brother’s, it was like everyone’s personality towards him did a whole 180. Like a switch has been flipped.

He suspects that the meta-human they fought had something to do with it.

However, whenever he brought it up, everyone seemed to change the subject. As if they didn’t want Damian to know who they fought or how he got injured.

It was both annoying and suspicious.

His nose crinkled in disgust, he wanted his old teammates back.

Even though he hated how he was treated, at least he knew that their actions towards him weren’t fake.

If anything, he knew that he deserved it.

He ruined everything. He was nothing but a mistake that they couldn’t get rid of.

Everything they did towards him was justified. No matter how much it hurts.

So, why. Why are all of them being so adequate towards him now?

It doesn’t make sense.

“Father,” Damian announced as soon as he stepped foot into the office.

“Damian,” the man acknowledged, glancing down at his son. “Is there something that you need?”

“I was wondering if you could tell me about the mission that the Titans had a few days ago. I believe it happened somewhere around midnight.” he paused before adding, “No one is willing to give me any details about it.”

His father stared at him in puzzlement, “You guys haven’t had a night mission for a while. Are you sure that you even had one?”

Damian nodded, “That’s what everyone told me. Plus, they’ve all been acting weird.” his eyes met his father’s as he seriously said, “I believe that everyone has been hit with some type of mind control meta-human.”

Bruce only raised an eyebrow at his youngest’s declaration. “As far as I know, meta-humans like that haven’t gone near your team. Much less you brothers.”

He mentally sighed.

Of course, he wouldn’t believe Damian. Why should he?

Seeing no reason to continue this conversation, Damian nodded and turned away, walking towards his room. He knew better than to assume that his father would want to spend any more time with him.

After all, he was nothing but a mistake. His father didn’t choose to raise him the way he chose to raise the others. He was forced to by his mother.

That’s the difference between him and his siblings. His father chose them and he didn’t choose Damian.

It might hurt him to admit it but it’s the truth. Bruce will never love Damian the way he loves his other protégés.

As he laid on his bed, he couldn’t help but be confused by the whole ordeal. Everyone told him that there was a mission that happened to take place at night. Yet, his father said that there was no mission.

If there was no mission, then why was everyone acting so weird towards him. Nothing made sense.

Whenever Damian tried to connect the dots on what caused his team’s whole personality change, he got nothing. All he remembered was waking up with a massive headache.

For some reason, Damian missed the feeling of being hurt. He had become used to it. And when his teammates didn’t make the snide, mocking comments they usually made, it felt weird to him.

It made him feel guilty.

He didn’t deserve love. He didn’t deserve anyone caring for him. He didn’t deserve anything.

As he rested his eyes, Damian made a promise to himself.

He will figure out what happened that night, no matter what.

And when he does, he will save them from whatever caused this personality change.

Cause deep down, he knew that they didn’t want him.

“Hey, little bat.” a voice interrupted his thoughts.

He sat up, looking around his room, and noticed that all three of his brothers were standing in front of his door.

“Why are you guys here?” he snapped, not in the mood for their silly little games.

“We just want to hang out with you.” Grayson grinned, “Are we not allowed to do that?”

Damian faltered, wanting to tell them that they never wanted to hang out before, but before he could say anything, Todd spoke up. “So what are your plans for the day?”

Damian narrowed his eyes in suspicion, “Why?”

They looked at each other and stated “Because we want to hang out with you.” as if that answer was obvious.

“And what if I don’t want to hang out with you?” he asked, although it came out harsher than he meant it to.

The way they were acting scared Damian. They were acting like they actually cared about him.

But they didn’t.

After all, How could they ever care about a bratty, selfish, self-absorbed, assassin?

Those were their words, not his.

Not that anyone ever said it to his face. Even they weren’t that low. But he’s heard those exact words come out of a lot of his people’s mouths. Even Grayson’s.

So he didn’t dare bring his hopes up. This was probably another trick so that they could lower his guard and humiliate him.

Those were their favorite things to do to him.

“Look, Damian, we know that we haven’t been the best-“ Drake’s blue eyes met his and he faltered, probably trying to find the right word. “-people when it came to being around you.”

Todd scoffed, “That’s an understatement.”

Drake ignored him, “But we want to try harder now. So will you please just give us a chance?” he pleaded.

Damian believed that this whole ruse of theirs was nothing but a trick. Yet when he saw the sincerity in their eyes, he hesitated.

They care. His heart seemed to whisper. They actually care.

Or, his brain argued. This is just a trick. Drake was always the best actor out of the three of them.

Damian didn’t know which one to agree with.

Plus, there’s no way that they actually care for you. His brain continued. After everything they’ve said, you’re actually going to fall for this? What would your mother say? Meta-human or not, they don’t care about you.

“If I do decide to give you a chance,” Damian tried to negotiate, “Will you guys finally tell me about the mission?”

No matter how much Damian wanted to listen to his heart, his brain had the most logical information. There was no way his brothers would willingly change their attitudes towards him. Meta human or not.

Damian noticed that they glanced at each other again, something they always did when they were hiding something.

“Look Damian,” Grayson slowly said, sitting next to Damian on his bed. “We can’t te-”

“You know, Father mentioned that we didn’t even have a mission.” he suddenly interrupted.

Grayson and the others froze. “He did?”

Damian nodded as he discreetly tried to move away from him. “So, either there was no mission,” the and you guys lied to me was left unsaid, “Or-“

“We snuck out!” The others stared at Todd in disbelief, “What,” he shrugged. “It’s not like he’s gonna tell the bat.”

Grayson suddenly pulled Damian closer to him, “Don’t think I don’t notice you trying to get away from us.”

He missed the way Drake’s lips curled up in a smirk as he moved closer to Damian as well, “Yeah, little bat. Do you not like us or something?”

“Was that not obvious?” Damian retorted, trying to get away from Grayson’s hug. “Let me go!” when Grayson wouldn’t budge, he added a small, “please.”

Todd laughed, “Let the kid go. If he doesn’t want to find out more about the mission, then that’s on him.”

Damian faltered, he really wanted to know about the mission. He was his team’s leader and he was responsible for their safety. He couldn’t fail them again.

“I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you guys were planning to do.”

Damian noticed how their eyes seemed to light up and he couldn’t help but feel accomplished.

He did something right.

“Great.” Grayson finally let him go, “Today is actually the day where we relax and just bond. Tim had this ide-“

Damian wasn’t paying attention to the older kid’s babbling. He still couldn’t decide if the turning in his stomach meant that this activity he was doing with his brothers was a good thing or not.

It was weird.

Usually, his instincts were something that Damian could clearly interpret. But lately, it seemed like even they were confused.

Though, he had a feeling that it might have something to do with his memory loss of what happened that day.

He glanced up and noticed that his brother’s backs were facing him. They were walking in front of him and considering the fact that they didn’t give Damian a second glance, he assumed that they were having an intense conversation.

Damian knew that something happened that day and considering how no one would tell him about it. He knew that it was important. And he will stop at nothing to figure out what it was.

Even if he got hurt in the process.

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It turns out that Drake’s definition of “bonding” meant going back to the Titan’s Tower.

Damian did not want to be there with his brothers. He didn’t know how to explain it but he got this feeling of deja vu.

And it was not the good kind.

Damian mentally put that in his box of questions to find answers for.

He found everyone from his team hanging out in front of the TV

It was probably another team bonding experience that he wasn’t invited to.

“What’s up guys,” Grayson greeted as hopped on the couch.

The other followed his lead, leaving Damian alone in front of the door.

He didn’t know what to do.

Should he join them?

No.

He would only ruin the bonding experience.

Instead, Damian retreated into the kitchen. Hoping for some peace and quiet so that he could think.

Damian should’ve expected something like this to happen. Even if he only agreed so that he could get more information about the mission, a small part of him found himself looking forward to spending the day with his brothers.

What was the point of that whole sentimental speech if all they were gonna do was abandon him as soon as they saw his team?

Were they embarrassed to be seen hanging out with Damian?

Probably.

Damian sighed. Since when were they so close with his team anyways? As far as he knew, his brothers refused to be associated with anything that Damian was associated with.

Though, he couldn’t help be saddened at the fact that his own brothers had a closer relationship with his own team than he did.

Damian clenched his fists. It wasn’t fair.

None of this was fair.

He was about to leave when a lonely mug caught his eye. It was plain white and covered with bats.

He’s never seen this mug before, yet something about it just seemed so familiar.

He reached out and grabbed it, studying every inch like it’ll give him the answers he was looking for.

“There you are!” he heard a voice suddenly exclaim, “GUYS, I FOUND DAMIAN!”

The sudden screaming caused Damian to jump and drop the mug.

Fuck.

He messed up. Again.

Damian kneeled down, grabbing the larger pieces of the glass when he froze.

Flashes of Grayson forcing Damian into the tower resurfaced. He saw that Drake and Todd were there as well with everyone else. Todd was sitting there with a mug. The exact one that he just broke.

“Damian,” a hand touched his shoulder and Damian flinched, forcing the hand away.

Realizing what he just did, he muttered a soft apology.

“It’s fine.” Todd waved it off, “But are you okay? You just froze there for a minute.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Damian tried to assure, “I just- I think I remembered something.”

With that simple sentence, it was like the whole room froze.

They warily looked at each other before Emiko hesitantly spoke up. “What did you remember?”

Damian shrugged. “Nothing much. I just-“ he turned to his siblings, “Wait, why didn’t you guys inform me that we were all in the tower during the mission?”

Minutes seemed to pass and no one said anything. It was like everyone was waiting for someone to speak up.

Suddenly, Djinn pulled Damian out of the kitchen. “Come on.” she urged, “Why don’t we watch a movie or something.” leaning in, she whispered. “The atmosphere there was getting way too tense and awkward for my liking.”

Even though Damian knew she didn’t mean to make him feel bad, he still did.

If he just asked them that question in private then all of them wouldn’t be in such a bad mood.

Why did he have to ruin everything?

Damian sent her a fake smile, “You can pick what you wanna watch. I usually don’t waste my time watching foolish things.”

Djinn nodded, used to Damian’s cold demeanor, and picked a movie called ‘Legally Blonde’. “This one is a classic.” she informed him, “It’s a team favorite.”

Due to the fact that Damian was rarely invited to their “team” outings, he didn’t know that. But he didn’t want to ruin the comfortable atmosphere they were in so he only nodded, turning his focus on the huge screen.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that everyone else joined them in the room.

As his eyes got heavier, Damian felt a warm blanket cover his body.

He noticed that Drake was sitting next to him, gesturing for Damian to rest his head on his shoulders.

The smile that Drake sent him when he complied made Damian’s stomach turn.

This happened before, his brain mentioned. And it didn’t turn out good.

Oh really? his heart asked. Then why don’t we remember it?

Because we can’t remember anything that happened! His brain snapped.

You heard what they said before. His heart kindly reminded him, They care. Why can’t we just give them a chance?

His brain seemed to scoff, sure. It sarcastically said, give them a chance. But don’t blame me when you regret it.

Just one chance. his heart firmly stated, ignoring the brain. Don’t we deserve it?

Damian wasn’t aware that he snuggled closer to his brother.

Just one.

For once in his life, Damian decided that maybe it was time for him to listen to his heart.

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Damian Wayne knew that no one wanted him around. He wasn’t an idiot. He noticed how everyone always seemed to look at him with a bit of distaste and revulsion wherever he went.

It made him feel like he didn’t belong with them. Like he was unwanted.

Didn’t his family notice how hard he was trying?

They never seemed to look past the fact that he was raised by assassins. They all assumed that he was nothing but a cold, bratty, killer.

And in a way, maybe they were right.

After all, the ones he was supposed to call his brothers didn’t even give him a chance.

Even the team he handpicked, hated him.

What was wrong with him?

If everyone seemed to hate him so much, there had to be something wrong with him. Right?

That’s what everyone at school seemed to believe.

Ever since someone leaked his number, his phone would always be filled with dozens of new messages. Not a single one of them was positive.

“KYS smart ass”

“U know that no one actually likes you, right?”

“U might be Bruce Wayne’s child but remember that u were nothing but a mistake”

“No one's going to like u with that attitude. No matter how hot you might be”

“isn’t it sad that no one likes you?”

“Do us all a favor and just kys”

And as if that wasn’t enough, everyone in his vigilante life seemed to always have something negative to say about him.

They didn’t even care that he was within earshot. In fact, he wholeheartedly believed that they wanted him to hear about all their complaints about him and his attitude.

He received their points loud and clear. No one there wanted him.

No matter how hard he tried, it would never be enough. Sometimes, he wanted to take his suit and run away, killing all the criminals that he deemed deserved it. He wanted to fight back and argue against them with the bratty behavior that everyone seemed to believe he was born with.

But.

It would only prove everyone right. It would only prove that he was nothing but a spoiled, worthless, ungrateful brat that doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.

Ever since Damian was given to his father, he has wanted nothing more than to gain his approval. He promised that he would become everything that Batman wanted and more.

Even if it meant that he had to pretend that their comments didn’t hurt him.

Damian stared back at his empty, plain wall.

A few minutes before he got back to the manor, the team had just completed another mission.

Damian was about to apologize because he felt like he was a bit too overbearing and bossy when he heard them complaining and criticizing him.

Again.

He froze, not knowing what to do.

“- Such a brat!” he heard someone growl. “Like how can someone be such a dick?”

The room filled with laughter and Emiko spoke up, “What did the kid do now?”

“He goes and gets mad at me for being incompetent or something. Like it’s not my fault I wasn’t raised by a crazy old hot assassin lady.” Wally snapped.

They were right, of course. Damian was raised in different circumstances. And he knew that he was a bit harsh. But he just didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

“‘If you don’t halt your tongue you useless speedster,” someone mockingly imitated, “You will perish under my sword.” That brought another round of fresh laughter to the tight group.

Not even the two people that Damian could probably call his friends could hold in their laughs.

“Why are you guys so mean to the small man?” Roundhouse asked, making the tense feeling inside Damian’s chest loosen up a bit.

Maybe they didn’t hate him as much as he thought they did.

He heard Emiko snort, “Please, that wanna-be is barely a man.”

He quickly got that foolish thought out of his head.

Wally muttered something that Damian couldn’t hear.

Emiko spoke up again, “You guys wanna know what Roy told me,” Damian assumed that the others nodded and he found himself leaning in as well. “He said that even his own brothers don’t like him. They just put up with him to make their dad happy. Actually, probably even his own father doesn’t want him.”

Damian ignored how tight his chest was getting. They were right after all. No matter how hard he tried, his father would never love him the way he loved Grayson, Todd, and Drake.

Wally laughed, “You’re probably right. I mean, didn’t his mom just force Batman to take him. The guy probably didn’t have a choice.”

“That must be tough.” someone huffed, “Being tossed around like trash.”

“He probably deserved it.”

Damian stood there, suddenly not wanting to face his team. Again, they were right. Maybe he did deserve it. No one wanted him around.

No one loved him.

He noticed that the talking from the room ceased and decided that maybe now would be a good time to quickly leave.

All he had to do was go in, use the zeta tubes, and he would be out of there.

Damian walked in the room, with the utmost confidence he could muster.

“Great!” Wally had an excited grin on his face, “I can’t wait to go-“ his voice trailed off when he spotted Damian walking in.

“Can’t wait for what?” he couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“We’re going to the movies!” Djinn answered for the speedster. “We wanted to do a bit of team bonding.” she gave him a bright smile.

Damian nodded in acceptance, hoping that his eyes didn’t betray the hurt he was feeling. Understanding the fact that no one wanted him around, he muttered a quick “Have fun.” Then left.

He should’ve known better than to know that they would invite him.

They probably just didn’t want him to ruin their bonding experience. It makes sense. Damian ruined everything. And he doesn’t even have to try.

It’s like all he had to do was step into a room and everyone’s mood suddenly spiraled down.

These feelings stirring up inside of him made him feel weak and useless. He was pathetic.

Damian stopped, why should he care about what they think? Their opinions should mean nothing to him.

Because father would want you to get along with them. His mind whispered. And even if you don’t want to admit it, you’ve grown fond of them. That’s why you want them to like you so much.

Damian sighed, deciding to take a shower. It’s not like he had anything better to do.

He left his phone on his bed, barely anyone but Alfred came into his room anyway.

The steaming hot water sprinkled across his brown skin. It hurt at first but Damian got used to it.

He didn’t know how long he stayed in the shower but when he heard the knock at the door, he immediately assumed that it was time for dinner.

“I’ll be there soon Alfred!” he called out, changing as fast as he could. He didn’t want to disappoint his father by showing up late.

“Sorry, but I’m not Alfred.”

“Grayson?” he asked, stepping out of the bathroom. “What are you doing here?”

“Do I need an excuse to visit my brother?” he grinned excitedly.

Damian wanted to nod and say yes. No one talked to him unless they had to. However, Damian stopped himself when he saw the glint of mischief in Grayson’s eyes.

Immediately putting up his guard, knowing nothing good happens when Nightwing himself is up to no good, he sneered. “I’m not up for your silly little games tonight.”

Grayson had the nerve to look hurt and pout. Damian ignored him, “Please Dami.” he begged, “I just want to spend some time with my brother.”

“Well, I don’t want to spend time with you.” Damian snapped, “Now if you excuse me, I have to go do... something.”

Grayson cheerfully grinned, ignoring everything Damian just said. “Since you have nothing better to do, let’s go hang out with your friends.” Before Damian could say that he didn’t have any friends and that Bruce needed to know if he ever went somewhere, Grayson lifted him up. “I already asked Dad. So come on! I want to meet your team.”

“It’s not like I have a choice.” Damian grumbled, “Can you put me down?”

“Nope.”

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When they arrived at the tower, Damian sat on the only empty seat left.

He was confused. Why was everyone here? Did they just bring him here so that they could talk about how bad of a person he was? Cause he honestly didn’t need a reminder.

He had a bad feeling about this meetup.

He soon became aware that everyone was watching him, “Don’t you guys have a movie to watch?”

“It was closed.”

“How would it be closed? It’s barely 10 o’clock.”

Crush looked at Todd and the boy rolled his eyes before speaking up. “Hey, brat. You do-”

“Don’t I get a welcome, Demon?” Drake suddenly interrupted, “Plus, last time I checked, you didn’t know what cinema they were going to, so how would you know what time it would close.”

“Tt, whatever.” he rolled his eyes, concealing how his chest seems to ache at the fact that his brothers they didn’t even care that were humiliating him in front of his team. “Can I go now?” he turned to Grayson, “I just remembered that I had to do something.”

It was an obvious lie. And from the snickers going on around the room, they knew it too. Damian didn’t bother to pretend to care. He needed to get out of here.

Something felt wrong.

Without waiting for Grayson’s answer he stood up and tried to walk towards the exit. However, judging by the fact that someone was blocking the door, it seemed like they didn’t want him to leave.

He turned around. “What do you guys want?” he demanded, hoping that they would get the hint that he didn’t want to stay here.

“I don’t know what they want,” Todd casually said, leaning forward. “But can you try this? Alfred gave me the recipe.”

Damian narrowed his eyes at the drink, running his hands through his dark, damp hair. A habit he only did when he was extremely nervous or when he had a very bad feeling. “And I should care about that because...?” He made his voice trail off.

Why won’t they leave him alone?

Everyone seemed to grit their teeth before Crush looked at him straight in the eye, an eyebrow mockingly raised. “Please don’t tell me that you're scared.”

Damian scoffed at the thought.

Him. Scared of a drink? As if.

He paused, he was wary of it though. Something definitely didn’t feel right. He wanted to leave before this whole thing further escalated.

It was like he was back in school and everyone was surrounding him so that he couldn’t walk away. Then somehow, everyone would make comments about how useless and stupid he was. Then they would push him around. Sometimes, they would even go as fast as going through his backpack and rip his notebooks apart.

It was humiliating.

Is that what they wanted? To humiliate Damian.

He was right. They really did hate him.

The fact that Damian didn’t answer his teammate’s question seemed to boost everyone’s confidence.

Damian noticed that they all had a glint of amusement in their eyes, probably enjoying the fact that he couldn’t leave.

Todd walked up to him, the mug in his hand. Damian couldn’t bring himself to move, he could only stare at the object.

Get out. his head seemed to scream. Get out!

He warily looked around, he couldn’t force himself out of this one. He was trapped and the walls just kept closing in.

“You know,” Emiko taunted. “What would happen if your father heard the fact that you declined a drink that your brother obviously worked hard on just for you?” she suddenly let out a mocking gasp, “Oh! What would the League do?”

“If dad found out,” Drake playfully commented, a hint of delight in his tone. As if he enjoyed how uncomfortable Damian felt. “You would probably be banned from patrol... again.”

Everyone around him laughed and Damian clenched his fists.

This wasn’t fair.

Why should it matter that he didn’t want to try the stupid drink that Drake made?

He tried to look at Grayson for help but he was laughing too. Why would his brother the older kid bring him here just to be made fun of?

He hated it here.

Did all of them hate him so much that they would gang up on him? Threatening him that they’ll snitch to Bruce so that he wouldn’t be able to be Robin anymore?

They couldn’t.

Damian refused to let them take away the only escape he had from his horrible life.

If all they wanted was for him to drink from that stupid mug, then he would.

He snatched the white mug- covered with bats from Todd’s hand. Not even bothering to check what was in it, he drank it all as fast as he could.

Before he could open his mouth to ask if he could leave now, his vision blurred. Dark spots seemed to be dancing around the room.

What was happening?

His head suddenly started to hurt. He tried to walk away but he stumbled, almost falling face-first to the floor when someone caught him.

Damian felt his body being carried and put down somewhere soft.

The last thing he noticed was the fact that everyone seemed to wear matching smirks. The exact smirks that seemed to make chills go down Damian’s spine all evening. Wally took out his phone, angling it to film something.

He heard the voices talking and he felt his mouth open as if answering a question.

His head still hurts.

He wanted the pain to go away.

Why wasn’t it going away?

He wanted to scream for help. It hurts. Everything hurts. But it was like he couldn’t bring the words out of his mouth.

He didn’t know if the reason he couldn’t ask for help was that he didn’t trust them or if he just physically couldn’t do it.

In the end, it didn’t matter. Damian’s small body slumped against the couch and his vision went dark.

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When his green eyes opened, he felt like Superman hit his head with as much strength as he could.

It hurts, the throbbing just wouldn’t stop and his eyes couldn’t focus. Everything was blurry and hazy.

He tried to get up but it was like his body failed him. He couldn’t move.

Suddenly, he felt someone put another blanket over his body. He looked up and noticed that all three of his father’s sons were there, staring at him with worried eyes.

They sat on his bed, “What’s wrong, Dami?” Todd asked in a worried tone.

“Nothing,” he muttered. “Why are you guys here?”

“We’re just worried for you, little bat.” Grayson softly argued, his hands playing with Damian’s dark hair.

“Why?” If he could, Damian would’ve winced at how pathetic he sounded. “ I mean, what happened?”

The older bats exchanged glances before Drake slowly answered his question, “There was a mission.” he faltered, “And you got hurt. Really badly.”

Damian frowned, the pain distracting him from focusing on anything else but the words being said to him. “I don’t remember going on a mission?” His eyes stared at theirs, “What was the mission again, exactly?”

Todd scooted closer to him and Damian wanted to scoot away, will he hurt him? “We’ll tell you everything later. Right now, you need to rest.”

Damian's head throbbed even more, “None of this makes sense. Where’s the team?” When the word team came out of his mouth, something inside Damian seemed to snap, he looked at them, obviously panicking as he asked, “How’s the team? Are they hurt? No one was drastically injured right?”

How could he be so selfish? Why was he focusing on himself so much? He should’ve focused on his team right when he woke up.

No wonder they hated him. He couldn’t even protect them properly.

Were they going to kick him out? Were they going to replace him as their leader? Were they g-

“Your team is fine,” Tim assured him, wrapping his arm around Damian, causing the small child to flinch. Drake quickly removed his arm, muttering a quick “Sorry.”

Noticing that the atmosphere has gotten tense and uncomfortable again, Damian couldn’t help but scold himself. Stupid, he just wanted to help you. Why did you have to flinch?

“They’re worried about you, you know.” Grayson suddenly spoke up.

Damian tilted his head in confusion, “Who?”

“Your team.”

“Why?” he questioned.

“Cause you’re hurt?” Todd supplied, as if it was obvious, exchanging quick glances with the others again.

“I just have a headache.” Damian argued before muttering a quiet, “Plus, they didn’t care before. So why would they care now.”

“They care because you’re their leader” Grayson gently answered.

Damian scrunched his eyebrows, so they didn’t want to replace Damian as the leader. Maybe he wasn’t as useless to the team as he thought. They might not like him but they probably believed he was valuable.

Damian nodded in understanding, “So you’re sure that no one's hurt.” he asked meekly. “Did you make sure that they were all okay?”

They might not like or care about him but Damian cared for them.

“They’re fine.” Todd mumbled, “Now, why don’t you go back to sleep.”

Grayson wrapped Damian around his arms, this time Damian tried his hardest not to flinch. It didn’t work but Grayson didn’t seem to notice or care.

He just didn’t want to turn the pleasant atmosphere into an awkward and sorrowful one.

“You’re never getting hurt again.” he heard Drake vow. “We’ll make sure of it.”

Damian wanted to mention they would not be able to keep that promise. They wouldn’t be there with him at every moment of his life.

Damian chose not to tell them down. As much as they wanted to believe that they knew Damian, they didn’t.

Plus, that promise was doomed from the start. After all, how could they protect Damian from themselves?

He also decided that he wouldn’t mention their strange behavior. He knew that they would go back to hating him tomorrow. Right now, all he wanted was to stay in the older kid’s arms.

For once in his life, Damian felt like he belonged. Like someone cared.

He only wished that this feeling would last forever.

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Damian Wayne knew that no one wanted him around. He wasn’t an idiot. He noticed how everyone always seemed to look at him with a bit of distaste and revulsion wherever he went.

It made him feel like he didn’t belong with them. Like he was unwanted.

Didn’t his family notice how hard he was trying?

They never seemed to look past the fact that he was raised by assassins. They all assumed that he was nothing but a cold, bratty, killer.

And in a way, maybe they were right.

After all, the ones he was supposed to call his brothers didn’t even give him a chance.

Even the team he handpicked, hated him.

What was wrong with him?

If everyone seemed to hate him so much, there had to be something wrong with him. Right?

That’s what everyone at school seemed to believe.

Ever since someone leaked his number, his phone would always be filled with dozens of new messages. Not a single one of them was positive.

“KYS smart ass”

“U know that no one actually likes you, right?”

“U might be Bruce Wayne’s child but remember that u were nothing but a mistake”

“No one's going to like u with that attitude. No matter how hot you might be”

“isn’t it sad that no one likes you?”

“Do us all a favor and just kys”

And as if that wasn’t enough, everyone in his vigilante life seemed to always have something negative to say about him.

They didn’t even care that he was within earshot. In fact, he wholeheartedly believed that they wanted him to hear about all their complaints about him and his attitude.

He received their points loud and clear. No one there wanted him.

No matter how hard he tried, it would never be enough. Sometimes, he wanted to take his suit and run away, killing all the criminals that he deemed deserved it. He wanted to fight back and argue against them with the bratty behavior that everyone seemed to believe he was born with.

But.

It would only prove everyone right. It would only prove that he was nothing but a spoiled, worthless, ungrateful brat that doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.

Ever since Damian was given to his father, he has wanted nothing more than to gain his approval. He promised that he would become everything that Batman wanted and more.

Even if it meant that he had to pretend that their comments didn’t hurt him.

Damian stared back at his empty, plain wall.

A few minutes before he got back to the manor, the team had just completed another mission.

Damian was about to apologize because he felt like he was a bit too overbearing and bossy when he heard them complaining and criticizing him.

Again.

He froze, not knowing what to do.

“- Such a brat!” he heard someone growl. “Like how can someone be such a dick?”

The room filled with laughter and Emiko spoke up, “What did the kid do now?”

“He goes and gets mad at me for being incompetent or something. Like it’s not my fault I wasn’t raised by a crazy old hot assassin lady.” Wally snapped.

They were right, of course. Damian was raised in different circumstances. And he knew that he was a bit harsh. But he just didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

“‘If you don’t halt your tongue you useless speedster,” someone mockingly imitated, “You will perish under my sword.” That brought another round of fresh laughter to the tight group.

Not even the two people that Damian could probably call his friends could hold in their laughs.

“Why are you guys so mean to the small man?” Roundhouse asked, making the tense feeling inside Damian’s chest loosen up a bit.

Maybe they didn’t hate him as much as he thought they did.

He heard Emiko snort, “Please, that wanna-be is barely a man.”

He quickly got that foolish thought out of his head.

Wally muttered something that Damian couldn’t hear.

Emiko spoke up again, “You guys wanna know what Roy told me,” Damian assumed that the others nodded and he found himself leaning in as well. “He said that even his own brothers don’t like him. They just put up with him to make their dad happy. Actually, probably even his own father doesn’t want him.”

Damian ignored how tight his chest was getting. They were right after all. No matter how hard he tried, his father would never love him the way he loved Grayson, Todd, and Drake.

Wally laughed, “You’re probably right. I mean, didn’t his mom just force Batman to take him. The guy probably didn’t have a choice.”

“That must be tough.” someone huffed, “Being tossed around like trash.”

“He probably deserved it.”

Damian stood there, suddenly not wanting to face his team. Again, they were right. Maybe he did deserve it. No one wanted him around.

No one loved him.

He noticed that the talking from the room ceased and decided that maybe now would be a good time to quickly leave.

All he had to do was go in, use the zeta tubes, and he would be out of there.

Damian walked in the room, with the utmost confidence he could muster.

“Great!” Wally had an excited grin on his face, “I can’t wait to go-“ his voice trailed off when he spotted Damian walking in.

“Can’t wait for what?” he couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“We’re going to the movies!” Djinn answered for the speedster. “We wanted to do a bit of team bonding.” she gave him a bright smile.

Damian nodded in acceptance, hoping that his eyes didn’t betray the hurt he was feeling. Understanding the fact that no one wanted him around, he muttered a quick “Have fun.” Then left.

He should’ve known better than to know that they would invite him.

They probably just didn’t want him to ruin their bonding experience. It makes sense. Damian ruined everything. And he doesn’t even have to try.

It’s like all he had to do was step into a room and everyone’s mood suddenly spiraled down.

These feelings stirring up inside of him made him feel weak and useless. He was pathetic.

Damian stopped, why should he care about what they think? Their opinions should mean nothing to him.

Because father would want you to get along with them. His mind whispered. And even if you don’t want to admit it, you’ve grown fond of them. That’s why you want them to like you so much.

Damian sighed, deciding to take a shower. It’s not like he had anything better to do.

He left his phone on his bed, barely anyone but Alfred came into his room anyway.

The steaming hot water sprinkled across his brown skin. It hurt at first but Damian got used to it.

He didn’t know how long he stayed in the shower but when he heard the knock at the door, he immediately assumed that it was time for dinner.

“I’ll be there soon Alfred!” he called out, changing as fast as he could. He didn’t want to disappoint his father by showing up late.

“Sorry, but I’m not Alfred.”

“Grayson?” he asked, stepping out of the bathroom. “What are you doing here?”

“Do I need an excuse to visit my brother?” he grinned excitedly.

Damian wanted to nod and say yes. No one talked to him unless they had to. However, Damian stopped himself when he saw the glint of mischief in Grayson’s eyes.

Immediately putting up his guard, knowing nothing good happens when Nightwing himself is up to no good, he sneered. “I’m not up for your silly little games tonight.”

Grayson had the nerve to look hurt and pout. Damian ignored him, “Please Dami.” he begged, “I just want to spend some time with my brother.”

“Well, I don’t want to spend time with you.” Damian snapped, “Now if you excuse me, I have to go do... something.”

Grayson cheerfully grinned, ignoring everything Damian just said. “Since you have nothing better to do, let’s go hang out with your friends.” Before Damian could say that he didn’t have any friends and that Bruce needed to know if he ever went somewhere, Grayson lifted him up. “I already asked Dad. So come on! I want to meet your team.”

“It’s not like I have a choice.” Damian grumbled, “Can you put me down?”

“Nope.”

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When they arrived at the tower, Damian sat on the only empty seat left.

He was confused. Why was everyone here? Did they just bring him here so that they could talk about how bad of a person he was? Cause he honestly didn’t need a reminder.

He had a bad feeling about this meetup.

He soon became aware that everyone was watching him, “Don’t you guys have a movie to watch?”

“It was closed.”

“How would it be closed? It’s barely 10 o’clock.”

Crush looked at Todd and the boy rolled his eyes before speaking up. “Hey, brat. You do-”

“Don’t I get a welcome, Demon?” Drake suddenly interrupted, “Plus, last time I checked, you didn’t know what cinema they were going to, so how would you know what time it would close.”

“Tt, whatever.” he rolled his eyes, concealing how his chest seems to ache at the fact that his brothers they didn’t even care that were humiliating him in front of his team. “Can I go now?” he turned to Grayson, “I just remembered that I had to do something.”

It was an obvious lie. And from the snickers going on around the room, they knew it too. Damian didn’t bother to pretend to care. He needed to get out of here.

Something felt wrong.

Without waiting for Grayson’s answer he stood up and tried to walk towards the exit. However, judging by the fact that someone was blocking the door, it seemed like they didn’t want him to leave.

He turned around. “What do you guys want?” he demanded, hoping that they would get the hint that he didn’t want to stay here.

“I don’t know what they want,” Todd casually said, leaning forward. “But can you try this? Alfred gave me the recipe.”

Damian narrowed his eyes at the drink, running his hands through his dark, damp hair. A habit he only did when he was extremely nervous or when he had a very bad feeling. “And I should care about that because...?” He made his voice trail off.

Why won’t they leave him alone?

Everyone seemed to grit their teeth before Crush looked at him straight in the eye, an eyebrow mockingly raised. “Please don’t tell me that you're scared.”

Damian scoffed at the thought.

Him. Scared of a drink? As if.

He paused, he was wary of it though. Something definitely didn’t feel right. He wanted to leave before this whole thing further escalated.

It was like he was back in school and everyone was surrounding him so that he couldn’t walk away. Then somehow, everyone would make comments about how useless and stupid he was. Then they would push him around. Sometimes, they would even go as fast as going through his backpack and rip his notebooks apart.

It was humiliating.

Is that what they wanted? To humiliate Damian.

He was right. They really did hate him.

The fact that Damian didn’t answer his teammate’s question seemed to boost everyone’s confidence.

Damian noticed that they all had a glint of amusement in their eyes, probably enjoying the fact that he couldn’t leave.

Todd walked up to him, the mug in his hand. Damian couldn’t bring himself to move, he could only stare at the object.

Get out. his head seemed to scream. Get out!

He warily looked around, he couldn’t force himself out of this one. He was trapped and the walls just kept closing in.

“You know,” Emiko taunted. “What would happen if your father heard the fact that you declined a drink that your brother obviously worked hard on just for you?” she suddenly let out a mocking gasp, “Oh! What would the League do?”

“If dad found out,” Drake playfully commented, a hint of delight in his tone. As if he enjoyed how uncomfortable Damian felt. “You would probably be banned from patrol... again.”

Everyone around him laughed and Damian clenched his fists.

This wasn’t fair.

Why should it matter that he didn’t want to try the stupid drink that Drake made?

He tried to look at Grayson for help but he was laughing too. Why would his brother the older kid bring him here just to be made fun of?

He hated it here.

Did all of them hate him so much that they would gang up on him? Threatening him that they’ll snitch to Bruce so that he wouldn’t be able to be Robin anymore?

They couldn’t.

Damian refused to let them take away the only escape he had from his horrible life.

If all they wanted was for him to drink from that stupid mug, then he would.

He snatched the white mug- covered with bats from Todd’s hand. Not even bothering to check what was in it, he drank it all as fast as he could.

Before he could open his mouth to ask if he could leave now, his vision blurred. Dark spots seemed to be dancing around the room.

What was happening?

His head suddenly started to hurt. He tried to walk away but he stumbled, almost falling face-first to the floor when someone caught him.

Damian felt his body being carried and put down somewhere soft.

The last thing he noticed was the fact that everyone seemed to wear matching smirks. The exact smirks that seemed to make chills go down Damian’s spine all evening. Wally took out his phone, angling it to film something.

He heard the voices talking and he felt his mouth open as if answering a question.

His head still hurts.

He wanted the pain to go away.

Why wasn’t it going away?

He wanted to scream for help. It hurts. Everything hurts. But it was like he couldn’t bring the words out of his mouth.

He didn’t know if the reason he couldn’t ask for help was that he didn’t trust them or if he just physically couldn’t do it.

In the end, it didn’t matter. Damian’s small body slumped against the couch and his vision went dark.

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When his green eyes opened, he felt like Superman hit his head with as much strength as he could.

It hurts, the throbbing just wouldn’t stop and his eyes couldn’t focus. Everything was blurry and hazy.

He tried to get up but it was like his body failed him. He couldn’t move.

Suddenly, he felt someone put another blanket over his body. He looked up and noticed that all three of his father’s sons were there, staring at him with worried eyes.

They sat on his bed, “What’s wrong, Dami?” Todd asked in a worried tone.

“Nothing,” he muttered. “Why are you guys here?”

“We’re just worried for you, little bat.” Grayson softly argued, his hands playing with Damian’s dark hair.

“Why?” If he could, Damian would’ve winced at how pathetic he sounded. “ I mean, what happened?”

The older bats exchanged glances before Drake slowly answered his question, “There was a mission.” he faltered, “And you got hurt. Really badly.”

Damian frowned, the pain distracting him from focusing on anything else but the words being said to him. “I don’t remember going on a mission?” His eyes stared at theirs, “What was the mission again, exactly?”

Todd scooted closer to him and Damian wanted to scoot away, will he hurt him? “We’ll tell you everything later. Right now, you need to rest.”

Damian's head throbbed even more, “None of this makes sense. Where’s the team?” When the word team came out of his mouth, something inside Damian seemed to snap, he looked at them, obviously panicking as he asked, “How’s the team? Are they hurt? No one was drastically injured right?”

How could he be so selfish? Why was he focusing on himself so much? He should’ve focused on his team right when he woke up.

No wonder they hated him. He couldn’t even protect them properly.

Were they going to kick him out? Were they going to replace him as their leader? Were they g-

“Your team is fine,” Tim assured him, wrapping his arm around Damian, causing the small child to flinch. Drake quickly removed his arm, muttering a quick “Sorry.”

Noticing that the atmosphere has gotten tense and uncomfortable again, Damian couldn’t help but scold himself. Stupid, he just wanted to help you. Why did you have to flinch?

“They’re worried about you, you know.” Grayson suddenly spoke up.

Damian tilted his head in confusion, “Who?”

“Your team.”

“Why?” he questioned.

“Cause you’re hurt?” Todd supplied, as if it was obvious, exchanging quick glances with the others again.

“I just have a headache.” Damian argued before muttering a quiet, “Plus, they didn’t care before. So why would they care now.”

“They care because you’re their leader” Grayson gently answered.

Damian scrunched his eyebrows, so they didn’t want to replace Damian as the leader. Maybe he wasn’t as useless to the team as he thought. They might not like him but they probably believed he was valuable.

Damian nodded in understanding, “So you’re sure that no one's hurt.” he asked meekly. “Did you make sure that they were all okay?”

They might not like or care about him but Damian cared for them.

“They’re fine.” Todd mumbled, “Now, why don’t you go back to sleep.”

Grayson wrapped Damian around his arms, this time Damian tried his hardest not to flinch. It didn’t work but Grayson didn’t seem to notice or care.

He just didn’t want to turn the pleasant atmosphere into an awkward and sorrowful one.

“You’re never getting hurt again.” he heard Drake vow. “We’ll make sure of it.”

Damian wanted to mention they would not be able to keep that promise. They wouldn’t be there with him at every moment of his life.

Damian chose not to tell them down. As much as they wanted to believe that they knew Damian, they didn’t.

Plus, that promise was doomed from the start. After all, how could they protect Damian from themselves?

He also decided that he wouldn’t mention their strange behavior. He knew that they would go back to hating him tomorrow. Right now, all he wanted was to stay in the older kid’s arms.

For once in his life, Damian felt like he belonged. Like someone cared.

He only wished that this feeling would last forever.

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Waiting for Marinette in front of her parents’ bakery made XY feel nervous. He felt like a thousand red ants were crawling all over him and they were ready to bite him as soon as he messed something up.

He shook that thought out of his head. He was not going to mess this up. He did not have a breakdown over this date for nothing.

I got this, he repeated in his head, I got this

I will not mess this up.

I am XY, one of the most popular musicians in all of France. A small date with a gorgeous girl should not make me this nervous.

I got this.

I got this.

I got th-

XY gulped. He does not “got this”.

In front of him was Marinette in all her glory. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. Marinette was wearing an off-shoulder black and white polka-dot dress that went just right above her knees. Her hair was down and wavy. She looked like Aphrodite in disguise.

“Woah” he managed to say, “You look great.”

“Thank you.” Marinette gave him a soft, pretty smile. “You look amazing as well.”

“Did you make that dress yourself?” He couldn’t help but ask curiously.

She gave him a shy nod, “Yeah. I did. A small friend of mine actually helped me pick this.” Her dark blue eyes twinkled with delight, “I was really nervous that you would think that I looked bad.”

He stared at her in shock. “You could never look bad in anything.” He sincerely said, before smirking at her red face. XY liked it when he made the pretty dark-haired girl blush. “After all, you’re the only person I know who can pull off pigtails.”

Marinette pouted, making XY’s heartbeat beat a little faster. How can someone be this adorable? She playfully hit his arm. “So, where are we going today? Xavier.”

He turned away from her so that she couldn’t see his face heating up. She knew the effect she has on him and the way she says his name proves it. But XY knew he had the same effect on her. The blush that was on her face a few minutes ago proved it. He narrowed his eyes and smirked, their blue eyes meeting. Two can play at that game. “Follow me, princess.”

He gently grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the bakery, not bothering to look at her face. From the random noises she was making, he knew that she was flustered. It was one of his favorite traits about her.

XY ignored the people staring at them. He would normally be annoyed but this time he understood why they were all staring. Marinette looked absolutely breathtaking. He honestly didn’t know whether to smack the boys in her class or thank them.

How could anyone let a beauty like her stay single? He mentally scoffed, I guess Adrien isn’t the only blind person at that school.

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Whenever Marinette was nervous or flustered, she couldn’t form words correctly. It was like there were a million things that she wanted to say but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. It made her jumble up her words, making the things that came out of her mouth as ‘nonsense.’

She didn't know whether she felt relieved or annoyed when Xavier let go of her arm. Marinette was glad that she could get her mind to calm down so that she could speak properly but she missed the feeling of his hand on her body. It made her feel warm. It made her feel safe.

“So,” she heard Xavier ask nervously. “What do you think?”

Marinette was confused. “What do you me-” She glanced at their surroundings and it was like she forgot how to speak. It was beautiful. “Woah. This is- Woah.”

Xavier let out a small laugh that made Marinette’s stomach fill up with butterflies. “I’m guessing you like it?”

Marinette nodded in excitement. “I love it!”

Xavier led Marinette to a beautiful garden. There was a small stream flowing through the side and there were bushes covered with roses. White butterflies were flying around and landed on the flowers. It was absolutely breathtaking.

“I’m glad you like it.” he sheepishly said. “After everything you told me about the drama that you’ve had to deal with, I felt like you needed a peaceful getaway.”

Marinette’s face started to heat up. “You didn’t have to do all of this, you know. A simple movie date would’ve been fine.”

He sent her a bright smile that would have made any girl's knees buckle, “I know.” he said. “But I wanted to. You deserve nothing but the best after all.”

He held out his hand and she gladly took it. Xavier led her to a casual red and white checkered picnic blanket with a basket in the middle.

The date hasn’t even started and Marinette already wanted to kiss him.

Instead, she looked around. Noticing the lack of people, she couldn’t help but ask “Where is everyone? A beautiful place like this should have more than two people in it.”

“Oh, yeah,” Xavier said casually. “I paid the owners of this garden to make sure that no unwelcome guests arrive.”  

Marinette wasn’t sure whether she wanted to hit him for wasting his money on her or hug him because it’s the sweetest thing that anyone’s ever done for her. So, she let out a small “Oh.” instead.

That caused her date to pause. “Is it too much?”

“No!” Marinette panicked, not wanting him to think that she hated it. “It’s perfect. I just wish you didn’t spend this much money on this date.”

“Oh,” Xavier said in realization. “If it helps, maybe you could think of it as me not wanting the paparazzi to interrupt my date with a beautiful girl.” He patted on the empty space next to him. “Now come on. If we wait any longer, then the food will get cold.”

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XY had no idea how long his date with Marinette lasted. In his opinion, it wasn’t long enough. He could spend all day listening to her ramble about anything.

He liked her so much. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this. It was like he could fly and touch the clouds. There was something about Marinette that just pulled him towards her. He felt like they instantly clicked.

He was walking Marinette home and he couldn’t help but notice the way she glowed underneath the moonlight. She was absolutely breathtaking.

He loved how they could never run out of anything to talk about. It was a breath of fresh air from the usual arguments XY always got himself into.

Whenever he was around her, he felt at balance. He didn’t know how to explain it. It was like she was good luck to his bad luck.

Marinette stopped walking and looked at him with her bluebell eyes. “We're here.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, a bit disappointed that he couldn’t spend any more time with her.

“I had a lot of fun today. Can we maybe do it again?”

His eyes suddenly met hers and he grinned. “Yeah!” he said excitedly. “Whenever you're free. I would love to hang out with you again.”

She sent him a bright smile before she leaned forward, kissing his cheek. “Great.” she hurriedly said, her face bright red. “I think I hear my parents calling me. I-better-go!” she rushed inside as XY stayed frozen in shock.

He hesitantly touched the cheek that she kissed. “Best day of my life.” he couldn’t help but whisper.

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Marinette stared at Tikki, she was about to open her mouth when her kwami interrupted her. “No Marinette,” Tikki sighed in annoyance. “XY is not Chat Noir.”

“How do you know?”

“Cause I literally know who Chat Noir is.”

“Exactly!” Marinette exclaimed. “You could be lying.”

Tikki glared at Marinette, crossing her tiny arms. “For kwami’s sake, Marinette. You’ve been asking me this ever since your date ended with Prince Charming.” Before Marinette could reply, Tikki yelled. “Just let me eat my cookies in peace!”

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Chapter 10

Waiting for Marinette in front of her parents’ bakery made XY feel nervous. He felt like a thousand red ants were crawling all over him and they were ready to bite him as soon as he messed something up.

He shook that thought out of his head. He was not going to mess this up. He did not have a breakdown over this date for nothing.

I got this, he repeated in his head, I got this

I will not mess this up.

I am XY, one of the most popular musicians in all of France. A small date with a gorgeous girl should not make me this nervous.

I got this.

I got this.

I got th-

XY gulped. He does not “got this”.

In front of him was Marinette in all her glory. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. Marinette was wearing an off-shoulder black and white polka-dot dress that went just right above her knees. Her hair was down and wavy. She looked like Aphrodite in disguise.

“Woah” he managed to say, “You look great.”

“Thank you.” Marinette gave him a soft, pretty smile. “You look amazing as well.”

“Did you make that dress yourself?” He couldn’t help but ask curiously.

She gave him a shy nod, “Yeah. I did. A small friend of mine actually helped me pick this.” Her dark blue eyes twinkled with delight, “I was really nervous that you would think that I looked bad.”

He stared at her in shock. “You could never look bad in anything.” He sincerely said, before smirking at her red face. XY liked it when he made the pretty dark-haired girl blush. “After all, you’re the only person I know who can pull off pigtails.”

Marinette pouted, making XY’s heartbeat beat a little faster. How can someone be this adorable? She playfully hit his arm. “So, where are we going today? Xavier.”

He turned away from her so that she couldn’t see his face heating up. She knew the effect she has on him and the way she says his name proves it. But XY knew he had the same effect on her. The blush that was on her face a few minutes ago proved it. He narrowed his eyes and smirked, their blue eyes meeting. Two can play at that game. “Follow me, princess.”

He gently grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the bakery, not bothering to look at her face. From the random noises she was making, he knew that she was flustered. It was one of his favorite traits about her.

XY ignored the people staring at them. He would normally be annoyed but this time he understood why they were all staring. Marinette looked absolutely breathtaking. He honestly didn’t know whether to smack the boys in her class or thank them.

How could anyone let a beauty like her stay single? He mentally scoffed, I guess Adrien isn’t the only blind person at that school.

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Whenever Marinette was nervous or flustered, she couldn’t form words correctly. It was like there were a million things that she wanted to say but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. It made her jumble up her words, making the things that came out of her mouth as ‘nonsense.’

She didn't know whether she felt relieved or annoyed when Xavier let go of her arm. Marinette was glad that she could get her mind to calm down so that she could speak properly but she missed the feeling of his hand on her body. It made her feel warm. It made her feel safe.

“So,” she heard Xavier ask nervously. “What do you think?”

Marinette was confused. “What do you me-” She glanced at their surroundings and it was like she forgot how to speak. It was beautiful. “Woah. This is- Woah.”

Xavier let out a small laugh that made Marinette’s stomach fill up with butterflies. “I’m guessing you like it?”

Marinette nodded in excitement. “I love it!”

Xavier led Marinette to a beautiful garden. There was a small stream flowing through the side and there were bushes covered with roses. White butterflies were flying around and landed on the flowers. It was absolutely breathtaking.

“I’m glad you like it.” he sheepishly said. “After everything you told me about the drama that you’ve had to deal with, I felt like you needed a peaceful getaway.”

Marinette’s face started to heat up. “You didn’t have to do all of this, you know. A simple movie date would’ve been fine.”

He sent her a bright smile that would have made any girl's knees buckle, “I know.” he said. “But I wanted to. You deserve nothing but the best after all.”

He held out his hand and she gladly took it. Xavier led her to a casual red and white checkered picnic blanket with a basket in the middle.

The date hasn’t even started and Marinette already wanted to kiss him.

Instead, she looked around. Noticing the lack of people, she couldn’t help but ask “Where is everyone? A beautiful place like this should have more than two people in it.”

“Oh, yeah,” Xavier said casually. “I paid the owners of this garden to make sure that no unwelcome guests arrive.”  

Marinette wasn’t sure whether she wanted to hit him for wasting his money on her or hug him because it’s the sweetest thing that anyone’s ever done for her. So, she let out a small “Oh.” instead.

That caused her date to pause. “Is it too much?”

“No!” Marinette panicked, not wanting him to think that she hated it. “It’s perfect. I just wish you didn’t spend this much money on this date.”

“Oh,” Xavier said in realization. “If it helps, maybe you could think of it as me not wanting the paparazzi to interrupt my date with a beautiful girl.” He patted on the empty space next to him. “Now come on. If we wait any longer, then the food will get cold.”

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XY had no idea how long his date with Marinette lasted. In his opinion, it wasn’t long enough. He could spend all day listening to her ramble about anything.

He liked her so much. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this. It was like he could fly and touch the clouds. There was something about Marinette that just pulled him towards her. He felt like they instantly clicked.

He was walking Marinette home and he couldn’t help but notice the way she glowed underneath the moonlight. She was absolutely breathtaking.

He loved how they could never run out of anything to talk about. It was a breath of fresh air from the usual arguments XY always got himself into.

Whenever he was around her, he felt at balance. He didn’t know how to explain it. It was like she was good luck to his bad luck.

Marinette stopped walking and looked at him with her bluebell eyes. “We're here.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, a bit disappointed that he couldn’t spend any more time with her.

“I had a lot of fun today. Can we maybe do it again?”

His eyes suddenly met hers and he grinned. “Yeah!” he said excitedly. “Whenever you're free. I would love to hang out with you again.”

She sent him a bright smile before she leaned forward, kissing his cheek. “Great.” she hurriedly said, her face bright red. “I think I hear my parents calling me. I-better-go!” she rushed inside as XY stayed frozen in shock.

He hesitantly touched the cheek that she kissed. “Best day of my life.” he couldn’t help but whisper.

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Marinette stared at Tikki, she was about to open her mouth when her kwami interrupted her. “No Marinette,” Tikki sighed in annoyance. “XY is not Chat Noir.”

“How do you know?”

“Cause I literally know who Chat Noir is.”

“Exactly!” Marinette exclaimed. “You could be lying.”

Tikki glared at Marinette, crossing her tiny arms. “For kwami’s sake, Marinette. You’ve been asking me this ever since your date ended with Prince Charming.” Before Marinette could reply, Tikki yelled. “Just let me eat my cookies in peace!”

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Chapter 9

Maribug has a late night talk with a certain blonde-haired musician

Swinging across Paris with Xavier should not have made Maribug’s stomach feel the way it did. It felt like a million butterflies were trapped inside her and they were trying to get out. It made her feel tingly and excited.

She couldn’t help but thank the gods that it was dark out. Otherwise, Maribug was sure that her whole face would be as red as her kwami.

When they arrived in his hotel room, Xavier gave the dark-haired girl a bright smile that would’ve made snow melt. “Thanks for the lift”

Maribug couldn’t help but smile back as she wrapped her arms around herself, missing the warmth Xavier’s body gave her, “It was no problem.”

“So…” he trailed on.

“So?” asked Maribug, hoping he would drop it.

“Are you okay?” Xavier asked bluntly, not being in the mood for the heroine’s obvious attempts to change the subject.

“I’m fine.” Maribug said, not meeting his eyes. Instead, she chose this moment to study his room.

This room was one of the biggest suites in the Bourgeois hotel. There was a king sized bed in the middle. It was messy though as if the person sleeping in the mattress didn’t have time tidy up. There was a couch in front of the bed that faced a TV.

Even though Maribug might not like Chloe, her family sure knew how to do business.

A sudden gust of wind snapped her out of her thoughts. They left the balcony door open. She watched as Xavier rushed and closed the door before he turned back to her.

The way his eyes studied her made Maribug feel insecure. “So, are you okay?” he repeated.

“I’m fine.” her voice cracked. “It’s just hard being this super-perfect heroine all the time. It’s like people forget that i’m just a teenager.” Xavier sat down, gesturing for her to do the same. Maribug did. “You know you don’t have to do this alone, right?”

“Obviously.”

He winced, making Maribug feel bad for her outburst. “I mean, isn’t there someone you can talk too.” he started making frantic hand gestures. “I mean- sorry.” he sighed. “I suck at this.”

Maribug couldn’t help but give him a gentle smile. “You don’t have to rush. Just take a deep breath and gather your thoughts.”

He followed her instructions and repeated it.

One.

Two.

Three.

It took him three seconds to gather his thoughts. “Okay, what i’m trying to say is maybe you can talk to someone you trust. I know you won’t talk to me. You barely even know me, after all. But do you have a friend that you know will always be there for you, no matter what?” she nodded and he responded with a bright smile. “Then maybe you should tell her. It always helps if you have someone to talk to. It will definitely make things less stressful.”

Maribug nodded, seeing his point. But who did she have that would understand her. She didn’t have a lot of close friends left.

She felt something warm on her cheek. Maribug instantly tried to wipe it away. Why was she crying? She just finished a crying session a few hours ago. She only allowed herself to cry once every two weeks. This was one time too extra. She couldn’t afford to get akumatized. No one would be able to de-akumatize the akuma.

Out of the corner of her eye, Maribug saw Xavier hesitate before she felt his wrapped arms around her. He felt warm. Really warm. It was like there was a snowstorm outside and he was the only source of heat left in the world.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes, his warm arms around her petite body while she let more and more tears drop.

Another minute passed.

Then two.

Xavier slowly pulled his arms away, “You need to get some sleep.” he gently whispered “And think about what I said, okay?”

Maribug nodded, not trusting her voice.

The room was filled with a comfortable silence before Maribug opened her mouth, her voice cracking as she muttered, “I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“You’re not bothering me.” Xavier replied firmly, “But promise me that you’ll consider my advice and that you’ll get some sleep.”

Maribug gave him another soft nod, “I promise.” she gave him a pointed look, “But you better get some sleep too.”

“Don’t worry, I will” Xavier said, “I have a date after all.”’

She walked towards the balcony, giving him a soft smile before zipping away. Not aware of the fact her heart felt a little bit lighter.

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Note: I know it’s a short chapter but I hope you like it. Up next is the long awaited date.

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