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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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It's getting better . . . right?
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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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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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I'm confused (Part 1)
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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I'm confused (Part 1)
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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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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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.
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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Ao3 // Wattpad
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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.