Damian swore his sanity was slipping away. Maybe the hysterical laughing gave it away, or the insomnia he kept receiving constantly, but luckily enough he was still sane enough to realize that he was losing his sanity, which was pretty ironic huh? I guess being stuck in a small area with absolutely no lights or sound whatsoever for two days was enough to drive a person crazy, let's not forget to mention the Damian was handcuffed nonetheless and it was practically digging into his pale wrists.

His eyelids were so heavy... he was even seeing faces in the dark, and hearing slight whispering which was another sign that he needed communication, someone to... be there for him. If it weren't for his assassination training he had received since he was first born he was pretty sure that he would've completely lost it by now, but... even if he had lost it...it wouldn't do anything.

It wouldn't help him escape the small box he was in or nothing similar in that way. But I guess this gave him a LOT of time to think, to contemplate his life filled with misery and murder. Blood and depression and how incredibly alone he was.

No one had come to rescue him. He must have really been a pain in the arse for them or something similar to that. A big enough pain for them to leave him to die. Yeah, that must be it. He was annoying, who would want to save a brat like him? He never helped anyone, never really followed orders and... hah... what a day to be humble am I right?

A bittersweet laugh escaped Damian's mouth.

He was probably better off dying in a box slowly running out of air then dying by the hands of his family.
They would probably kill him off sooner or later. There... really was no hope. He was going to die in the least honorable way possible, his mother would be disappointed if she saw him in this state now.

She too, would probably disown him, leave him to die like anyone else would. And at that thought a lone tear had slipped down Damian's face. Hah, what a way to die right? He would be the new Jason Todd of the family, and... he even almost seemed to understand Jason at that moment. But instead of being beaten to death he would die...in a box while being handcuffed. Or maybe the men who had kidnapped him would be merciful enough to kill him on the spot.

An uncontrollable sob escaped Damian's throat, it had hurt too much to keep it in, to keep everything in for oh so long... he started to cry, which was even more shameful. Something his Mother would rub in his face if she had seen what he was doing. At the thought he rubbed his chin against his shirt, trying his best to stop from shedding unnecessary tears.

He couldn't cry, absolutely not. It was something not even the almighty Batman would approve of right? Oh geez, he just... couldn't go on much longer like this. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep his life away rather than listen to nonexistent sound. He was even starting to imagine noises, the song Dick played over and over two days before on his mp3 player that was loud enough to burst through his headphones seethed through Damian's mind, hearing the lyrics over and over and over again. And the nagging voice of Tim was circling his head, not to mention the imaginable strange voice,"You'll never be a worthy robin to work by his side."

This was a nightmare in front of his very eyes. He was very much awake to see it too, and oh boy did he despise it. And you know what? Damian probably looked like Hell to top it all of... but... all thoughts went back to his family who he was absolutely sure wouldn't miss him if he were to die. They were so used to people dying, he would just be another unfortunate soul wouldn't he? That's what they would consider him as right? Right? If they wanted to save him they would have saved him already. But they didn't. It was too late now. They would watch him die with those stupid smiles on their faces. Laughing at how he wouldn't be able to push them around anymore.

He was going to die.

He barked a laugh.

It was all so funny, this was his end to be, and he couldn't even had predicted it even though he tried to prepare for everything, even Dick's odd tickling fits that would appear out of no where. He even prepared for a time in which Tim would say something nice to him, and he would hug him like he never had wouldn't be able to live out those plans though. Oh the bitter sweetness. Oh the agony.

An uncontrollable sob made it's way out of Damian's mouth. This was it wasn't it?

Soon enough he would go to sleep and then he would finally pass away-
Damian cringed as he heard a lose noise, it was a gun shot, loud enough for even him to hear. He sniffed up his congested nose, feeling his lip trembling he looked up hopefully. Not even sure what to expect. It had interrupted his thoughts, and it was indeed enough to grab his attention.

He heard another gunshot, a yell, very loud bone breaking kicks, and even a snarl. Something he would actually do when attacking people. His heart began to beat faster than ever before, hope filled his veins until it hit him. That couldn't but someone trying to save him right? It could just be someone else, trying to get something or run around. But something in his heart screamed that it was his family, or at least hoped it to be.

And then came in the blinding light, he couldn't see, he was temporarily blinded by something he felt he hadn't seen in AGES. But he managed to crack one eye open slowly before staring up softly but in slight pain.

Only to see The Huntress at his aid.

"You okay kid?"

Damian's heart broke. It wasn't Batman. It wasn't Red Robin. It wasn't Nightwing. It wasn't even Batgirl or Oracle of all people. And it wasn't even The Redhood either. It was the Huntress. Someone he had come to a mutual agreement with a long time ago, and this pained him so very much. Had... everyone really forgotten about him? A tear slid down his cheek once again surprising The Huntress greatly.

"Damian? Come on, this isn't you. I've never... seen you cry before." She was almost at a lost for words, "Come on Damian, man up."

Damian gruffly wiped his eyes once The Huntress had pulled the cuffs from his hands after unlocking them, and watched as Damian looked at the world he hadn't seen for a while. This would probably be scarring for the kid. That much she knew. She stared at him, and sighed mentally. She had found him without any help, after learning that the same person she was after had a robin sealed up in the room she quickly ran to his aid, but what had hit her even harder was the fact that no one had seemed to help him earlier. Usually Batman would be on top of finding his Robin, and this... this... was just foreign to her.

She patted Damian's head, but he had slapped her hand away, attempting to stand up.
Which he was failing to do.
She sighed, lifted him up over her shoulder despite protests and quickly made her way out of the window and onto another building's rooftop, and what she didn't know was the horrible thoughts running around Damian's head. He had trusted his family, he had entrusted them with his secrets and his horrible deeds, and this was how it was all end. How would he ever talk to them again? Right, well, that wasn't an option. He WOULDN'T talk to them, he would rip out his vocal chords before talking to the family that had betrayed him even if he was put right in front of them. He would have rather died. Maybe it would have been better to stay with his mother.

Just maybe.

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