Chapter One

"Damian, you need to calm down," Bruce Wayne held Damian tightly, still not lovingly. He needed Damian to be Robin, to be NightWing, to be Batman. All the other Robins had died. Sung their last song. "Joker messed with your mind. You need to forget that, you need to come back."

Damian growled, yanking away from his father. "You... THIS IS YOUR FAULT."

Bruce was having some trouble keeping his cool. Right now, he was done being a good father. He was going to fix Damian no matter what he had to do. No, no, he was going to be a good father! This was for Damian's sake. Damian's sake, of course it was. What else?

Most people said words were stronger than actions. Bruce proved them wrong as he punched Damian and slammed him against the wall.

He rolled his eyes. "You're proving my point, Father."

"This is for you, Damian. I will help you, I will fix you."

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO NEEDS FIXING." Damian slipped away from Bruce's grasp.

"Damian, please." He pleaded in a false sense of caring. Damian was his to enjoy, not Joker's.

"YOU DON'T EVEN CARE. YOU AND JOKER SHOULD MEET UP AND HAVE FUN TOGETHER. YOU SEEM TO BE INTERESTED IN THE SAME SORTA STUFF."

Alfred gracefully walked down to the stairs into the BatCave where they were fighting. "Shall we continue with Plan B, then, master Wayne?"

"Yes, thank you Alfred."

"Plan B?" Damian backed away. This did not sound good.

Bruce slipped behind Damian, clipping handcuffs around his wrists. He held a struggling Damian, "this'll hurt less if you stay still, son."

"SON?! You didn't even WANT to HAVE me." Damian shot back.

"True. Alfred."

Alfred held a syringe, whispered to Damian, I'm sorry, and gently as possible put the needle in his arm.

Damian fell limp in Bruce's arms.

"Are you sure that was the only way to disable Young Master Damian?"

"Yes. Also, no need to call him that."

"Of course, Master Wayne. Shall I take him to his new chambers?"

Bruce nodded. "Keep him shut up, too. I have work." He left quickly.