I don't know too much about the little snot, but I loathe him and love his character points all at once. :) This was an attempt to get inside his head, based off of the storyline during Batman and Son.
Disclaimer: None of it's mine, except for this fic. :)
DAMIAN:
The first time he sees his father, Damian can't help but wonder if he's possibly been hit in the head one too many times. It is security footage of a party, and even among the mass of people, he can pick him out.
He's the one with three women hanging from his arms, laughing like a moron as he makes some blithe observation about the art being put on display.
Damian doesn't single him out for any of these reasons, however. He forgets exactly how he'd found his father, scanning the security feed like those ridiculous Where's Waldo books he'd grown out of when he was two, because suddenly he finds himself scathingly thinking of how ugly the women with his father are.
His mother was much more beautiful, to be sure. He didn't fully understand why his father wasn't with him and his mother (except he did; because his mother had taken what she'd wanted from his father so he could be as perfect as he is) but, but, that he could walk around with those giggling walruses latched to him!
Master of disguise or not, his father (whom he was sorely excited to finally meet) should have thrown the imposters off of himself and come to stay with them, like any good father would have.
All of the young masters that had trained him had told him about their parents, and at first, he almost couldn't believe that a mother and father could operate with the constant battles of dominance that would surely be present. His father was Batman, yes, but his mother was his mother.
He had ended up slaying all of the young masters for their weaknesses anyway, which obviously stemmed from parental authority never being properly established, because even without his father there, his mother had raised him right, obviously, because he's perfect.
Like his father. And he barely even had parents at all.
The idea of a family unit working like those dead idiots had told him about had sounded nice, though, he thinks.
Nice, sure, but he's not the one who's dead.