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Damian liked to think that dwelling on things instead of taking action was a fault he just didn’t possess. Sure he regretted his past mistakes but he couldn’t do anything about it, that’s why he prided himself on looking forward and solving his own problems.
Now this may seem rather humorous considering his current living situation.
To say he felt utterly hopeless was an understatement. In the span of less than a year the world, the perfect yet so flawed world he had come to know had been ripped away from him, and there was just nothing he could do about it.
He thought back to when it had all started. Oftentimes he believes his fathers return from the timestream was the first in a long line of unfortunate events.
Now don’t get him wrong, he loved his father! It’s just… It’s hard to truly love someone who you only knew for a short time, and when they returned all they did was change everything!
Damian did love his father but that love just felt more like an obligation…
The next instance was the incident.
Grayson was shot through the head, he miraculously survived yet he just-
Tears escaped the boy's eyes as he once again recalled how his father brother no longer remembered him.
The man who made him Robin
The man who cared for him in his biological fathers absence
The man who Damian cared for the most in this horrible world…That man no longer remembered him. When he woke up in the hospital the boy was so relieved, but this was or felt worse, it was like his brother had died, b-but he was right there!
He’s alive but Damian couldn’t reach him. And he has to accept that the person he cared for most no longer cared for him.
Of course though, through it all stood Alfred Pennyworth. The man stood by him during his darkest moments, and thanks to his own inadequacy the only one he had left in this wretched place was gone!
The butler who he saw as a grandfather, and someone he was not worthy of even relying on had died before his very eyes by the hands of Bane.
He knows that was all his fault, and it was only confirmed by his fathers words.
Sure he said there was no blame, but it was clear from then on the man resented the biological accident that was Damian al Ghul Wayne, the child that was forced upon him, and may as well have just killed the already mentally fucked up man father figure.
This is all to say things were rough.His life was in shambles and he couldn’t even lean on Jon because the world loved to screw him over and decided to make his best friend 6 years older. They tried to reconnect but they just didn’t click like they used to…
He missed Jon and Alfred, and wished Richard could at least recall his name!
He’s so pathetic, but he just can’t do this anymore, he’s so very tired, and what was even left for him here?
Nothing, that what!
“Uuggh! I just can’t do this anymore!” tears of both frustration and sadness streamed down his face. It was summer break and he hadn’t had the energy to leave his room. Not like anyone cared. Bruce was always in the cave, and when he wasn’t he wanted nothing to do with his son. Drake had taken to being The Batman's partner once again, because in all honesty Damian didn’t want to keep fighting and hurting people, he no longer wanted to wear the bright colors of his predecessors.
His absence was duly noted and he was replaced just like that. He should feel angry but for some reason he felt empty.
So there he was sitting in his room, on his bed, scrolling on his phone. His feed was overflowing with people playing this game called Tomodachi Life: Living the Dream, or Tomodachi 2.
While he may not seem the type he did enjoy video games.
So with nothing better to do than sit around and lament on his life that had fallen apart in the blink of an eye, he ordered himself a copy of the game (same day delivery) and waited.
And waited
And waited
And…
The delivery app said it was at the front gate! Now he just had to make his way through the manor without running into anyone, which should be laughably easy since father and Drake hardly left the cave and Jason refused to see any of their faces. This honestly hurt Damian more than he cared to admit, but he'll just have to add this to the growing stack of disappointments.
The ex assassin made his way down the steps, managing to make it to the foyer! His small victory was soon replaced, as a wave of all too familiar dread crept in once again. He had to suppress the chill that his father's icy gaze sent through his body.
With a deep breath he turned so his back was no longer to the man. His father still loomed over him in an intimidating way, despite his recent growth spurt his father towered over him, only adding to Damian’s discomfort.
You know what everythings fine he just needs to get his package and get out of his fathers way!
He's got this-
“Damian” Well it looks like he can’t just bail now…
Damn it.
“Father?” Now that he thought about it he hadn’t seen the man in quite some time. What could he possibly want?
“I realized that… ” If Damian didn’t know any better he would have thought his father was conflicted, but he knew better than that his father was known for his quick thinking and remarkable calm…
Well actually, that’s just not true at all-
“I have noted that we have not seen, or interacted with each other in over a month. And after a talk with your mother she advised that I checked in on you”
Oh
Of course!
That made sense!
Why would his father want to interact with him of all people! This is all just to please his mother and keep up appearances.
It was childish to even get his hopes up that his father actually wanted to interact with his son.
“Well father I have been doing well, and require nothing. Now if I may be excused I must collect something” Did he say all this with a bit more venom than necessary?
Yes
Yes he did. But at this point he could care less.
“Oh… well what are you getting?” Like he actually cares, he’s probably worried that he ordered a gun or knives ect, because why would he have any reason to think that his son was doing something normal like playing video games!
He needed to calm down
“I ordered a video game”
“Really?” The confusion in his tone was palpable, of course just as he thought his father still saw him as a killer! Not a child who enjoyed childish things!
“Yes” he said cooly “Now if you would excuse me" And with that he shimmied his way past his father who was practically blocking the door, and made his way to the front gate successfully getting his package.
And luckily for him his father was nowhere to be seen. So he made his way back up to his room with ease and unboxed the New Tomodachi Life, putting the cartridge in the Switch and getting comfortable on his bed.
"Time to see what all the hype was about."