A/N: Behold, my new obsession- DamiSteph. I dunno man, they really fascinate me. So obviously I decided to write something. Chapter 1 will be up soon.
PROLOGUE
When Bruce Wayne died, Damian Wayne shed no tears.
And Stephanie Brown, for one, was not shocked.
Instead, Stephanie watched Damian's shell harden further and his eyes close off. As they all stood around the grave under umbrellas, shielding themselves from the sky that mourned the death of the world's greatest detective, Stephanie wondered how long it would take to soften Damian again. It had taken so long the first time.
The whole clan was there, Stephanie observed, to pay their respect in silence. Dick and Barbara were huddled together and Tim stood next to them, his eyes closed. Cass was near Stephanie and next to her was Selina. Even Jason came, standing in the back, and for once no one was flinching away from him or pulling out knives. Everyone was in too much shock, too much grief, too much anger. Whatever Bruce had or hadn't been to everyone, he was still their leader and such an ingrained part of Gotham at this point that it was odd to think of life without him, hard to think of a Gotham without a Batman. Of course, Stephanie suspected that this wouldn't be the case for long. There wouldn't be the Batman, but there would be a Batman.
It's what he had been groomed, what he had been made for, after all.
And in all honesty, Steph was slightly scared for him. She knew what was coming but she was in no way prepared for it.
Because there had been too much left unsaid, too much bitterness and resentment between father and son before Bruce had died. And knowing Damian, he was about to take it all out in ways that his father would have deeply disapproved of.
Stephanie wanted to tell him somehow that he wasn't alone. That even though she wasn't his favourite person in the world and he wasn't exactly hers either, she at least was there for him. Steph couldn't fathom the words though, they wouldn't leave her lips. So instead she stepped closer to him, reached out her hand and lightly grasped his right hand. His fingers didn't move, didn't even twitch, but he didn't push her hand away so Stephanie took that as a sign and let her hand remain on his larger one.
He ended up leaving before any of them. He tugged his hand away gently and without saying one word, walked back to the mansion.
That was the last time in over a year that she saw him.
A/N: Please leave all kinds of feedback. Even a great or pls stop would do.