Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if father hadn't taken me in, if I had killed Tim and was never taken in, never know love, of any of my 'brothers'. I don't like thinking too much about it. I would be an assassin following Mothers orders, her every whim and desire.
Sometimes I have nightmares, Titus is there and Alfred, so I just hold on to Titus and stoke his fur. It calms me down and I know I won't ever be going back to them. Grandfather always watching and telling me how I may improve my fighting technique. Mother telling me to never show mercy, to never keep my opponent living when I could kill him.
Sometimes on a bad night when even Titus's licking my face and Alfred's purring isn't enough. I will sneak in to Grayson's room and climb into bed with him. He'll put his arm around me. I don't like being his teddy bear, but it makes me feel safe. I can sleep better knowing Grayson would protect me. I can protect myself fine, but if there was multiple attackers I would be glad to fight beside him.
Sometimes I don't like childish emotions that I feel Grayson says it's a part of growing up. I hide any emotions that I feel, Father does it, it works for him. Grayson is the opposite, but Grayson is special he is a brother I don't mind claiming. Actually, he's the only brother I claim.
Sometimes I am glad that I live with father even when Drake's incompetent, Brown's tries to make me have fun, when I tease Todd about his death, Father when he smiles at me, when I spar with Cain, Grayson when he makes me feel safe, and Alfred's cookies. Sometimes, I might even love living at Wayne Manor.
AN
Damian's just a kid, sometimes it's easy to forget.