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What more? Oh, yeah! This is the first time I've tried to make something for Batman fandom so, don't kill me if I made someone a bit OOC (?) I've tried my best...

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Damian wouldn't know how they had ended like this. It had started three years ago, with a 'little' discussion that had happened between all the male robins during winter, two days after Christmas. He didn't remember what the conversation was about or what they were talking about but, when Dick had gone to take the dessert from the kitchen, Jason and himself had started pricking and taunting Tim. He did remember that a lot of things that they have said had been quite awful and undeserved, but Tim had been quiet for a long time until he had finally exploded when Dick had come back…

"I'm done! With both of you!" he shouted.

"Tim, don't shout, come on. I'm sure Jay and Dami didn't mean anything of it…" Dick said when he appeared. He didn't know what they had been saying but he felt more secure trying to calm things down.

"Of course they mean it, Dick! And I will shout if I want to! I'm sick of them! I'm sick of bear them!" Tim got up, furious "I'm out of here"

"Tt"

"Yeah, run away, Timmy…" Jason said.

"Jason!" Dick advised and Jason rolled his eyes. Dick sighed "I will talk to him tomorrow"

"Why bother?" Damian muttered, crossing his arms. No one answered to that.

At the next day, Damian was the first on waking up and he was going to practice before taking breakfast when he saw Tim and his father in the corridor talking. Tim had a bag in his back and a suitcase in one of his hands. Damian just stopped and hid before they could see him.

"I'm not going to stop you Tim but I thought you were comfortable here" his father was saying "Are you sure you want to go now, anyway? Alfred is going to make roast chicken for lunch"

"I'm sure" Tim smiled a bit, but there was something behind that smile that look like sadness "Look, Bruce. It's not about you or Alfred, okay? I love being here and I love staying with you… But…"

"Did you and your brothers argue again?" he asked, concerned.

"It's not only about the argument or them being right or wrong. I'm feeling like a ghost with them. Dick always ends protecting them somehow and I know that he doesn't do it in purpose but I can't help the feeling on going in this alone. Jason and Damian don't like me and I'm sick of all the time holding on. I have the right to be here if I'm invited"

"I could always talk to them" he suggested.

"No, it wouldn't fix anything. Just leave it, okay? I'll be fine. You'll be fine" he shook his head "Please, tell Dick that I'm sorry"

"Of course. I'll miss you, son" he hugged him and Tim returned it.

"I'll miss you too"

Like that, he had gone away. Dick had been pretty awful when he knew that Tim had left while Jason had given clearly state that 'Timmy' could do whatever he wanted and that probably it was the best. Damian had not mentioned anything in that moment. Sure, he had been happy of having 'Drake' out of the house but there was no point on saying that. His own father, Alfred and Dick would be the ones on missing him the most but they would live, that was something he had been sure about.

Little did he know how wrong he had been. Rather, things only got worse after Tim's departure.

Some weeks later, everyone began to go to their own paths. For starters, Dick had had to leave Gotham because the Titans needed someone more in the team and Tim had not shown up since winter so, obviously, Dick had accepted to help them. Above all, one of the reason Dick left (if someone asked Damian) was that he was still feeling awful and was still blaming himself for what had happened that day. On the other hand, Jason had just stopped passing by the manor and no one knew what he was doing even if he was still living in Gotham but, if Damian had to bet, he would say that he had gone back to killing criminals. On contrast, the girls were doing more or less okay; the worst case being Stephanie since she was still depressed about Tim leaving the city. Cassandra and Barbara were both still doing their work but they were obviously mad at the three of them. And Damian himself… well, he was still helping his father as Robin at night and going to the high school in the morning because his father had insisted on it, believing that he would win social skills there. Actually, he was the one that had less problems.

Still, even if there were that problems, nothing could be compared until what had happened that year. Some months ago, the Joker got away and kidnapped a lot of people that watched a humor show that was very famous in television and that it wasn't even funny at all.

The thing was that… both Batman and Robin had been searching him and the people kidnapped for days, but, when they found the place, it was too late for a lot of people. Many were already dead and even if they were able to rescue the little group of people alive and sent the Joker to Arkham again… They had failed somehow. At least, Bruce had felt it like that. And Damian had understood the feeling of his father for a week, maybe two… even three. But this (THIS) was starting to worry him a bit. It had already passed three months. THREE. And his father was still strange. He was eating less, talking less, sleeping less, getting out as Bruce Wayne less, going on solo more, getting hurt more…

"I'm serious, Richard. I don't know what to do anymore. I've done everything you suggest —yes, I also gave him the stupid hug" Damian snorted.

"I'm sorry, Dami. I'm still out in a mission with the titans and I don't know when I will be back. Besides, I don't know Bruce that much" Dick sighed.

"You're the one that stayed longer and you're telling me that you don't know him that much?!"

"I know some parts of him, but he has never been so dark with me" Dick explained "And, in any case, I would need a lot of collaboration"

"So, no one can help me?" Damian looked already exasperated and hadn't listened the last part.

"Has Alfred tried to talk to him?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes, Richard. Pennyworth has already tried and has not been successful" he sighed "Don't you know someone who can help in this? I'm afraid that father will cross that line he normally forbids to pass"

"Wait, what?! Has he killed?!"

"Of course not, don't be dumb. However, he has been ruthless lately and I don't know… The idea has seemed to be on father's head sometimes"

"Okay, okay… This is bad. This is very bad. This is really bad. Oh, god. What the fucking hell I am going to do? Oh my…" Dick started panicking.

"Richard, stop panicking and give me a solution!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Okay… I know there is one that has seen this side of Bruce but… knowing how it all ended last time we saw him, I'm not sure of what he might do…" he said "Even if he help him…"

"Drake" Damian mentioned in a whisper and Dick nodded "And do you know where he is, by any chance?"

"In Blüdhaven, he got a flat there" he answered.

"Do you have the address?"

"Are you thinking on going?"

"Well, do you have a better idea?" Damian asked crossing his arms. Dick shook his head "Then…"

"Fine, I'll give you the address. But please, try not to kill him" he agreed and then passed the address to him via writing.

"I don't think it would be a good idea to enter, try to kill him and later asked his help, right?" Damian asked, a bit sarcastic, while coping the address in a paper.

"I know you're better now, just… Try not to make him mad. Oh, what are you going to tell Bruce to get away?"

"I don't know, I'll think of something. I'll go to see Drake on the weekend, so I could say to my father that you had some free time and that you are going to stop in Blüdhaven for the weekend. I could think of something different but for the moment…"

"Okay… I suppose that can work. Take care, Dami" Dick waved a goodbye to the camera.

"Sure, bye Richard…" And Damian turned off the camera and did the same to the laptop with a little sigh, looking to the paper where he had put the address.

It had been a long time since he had seen 'Drake' and he wondered what would happen. More than anything, he felt bad for saying so many undeserved things. But, in any case, he didn't remember what he had said and, above all, he didn't know what to say to him so… how was he supposed to get him back to Gotham, to begin with?

&&& Hello again people! So here you have the first chapter. I have decided to post it and see what happens (apocalypse in 3, 2...)

To julia and Vivi... thank you very much for your reviews! I really hope you like the story :)

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A.N.: The reasons of the main characters are because they are my favorite in the comics! I just love them too much :3 &&&