A/N:

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continuing from where I left off

Damian: "please review or I will cry"

there we go better review before the waterworks start hehe

may have some mistakes as I rushed the last part. Just wanted to get this out so i could relax haha

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'Ugh! not you! why did father send you to pick me up today? and since when did you decide to visit Gotham? do you not have a life to get to?' Damian shouted from a distance as he saw his elder brother Dick waiting for him outside the gates leaning against his car.

'Love you too little brother!' Dick happily waved.

Damian could be such a pain sometimes but he was just so tiny! How could he be angry at that? he knew the boy all of his life and always was there to protect him much to Damian's disgust. Damian always threatened people with some sort of violence It was his way of saying ' I like you'.

The violent behaviour started only after he visited Talia when he was seven . He said he wanted to get to know his mother which, Bruce, reluctantly agreed too. He had no excuse to keep the boy from his mother. Talia kept hold of him longer than Bruce and her agreed to which they had a massive fight was not involved for some bizzare reason and one year later he comes home... like this. Amazing what one year with the league can do to a small child.

_flashback_

'Talia what did you do to our son?'

'I only perfected him, He was weak before he trained with us, couldn't even throw a punch! I...I made him strong!'

'That's not what I wanted. our son isn't some weapon to be perfected !'

'I don't care Bruce, he is now yours to deal with I filled him with all the hate and murderous intent I could he no longer is soft'

'Thank me later my love' With that she vanished, along with her guards leaving a very angry boy with Bruce.

'Father train me more because one day I will take your mantle as Batman whether i have to pry it from your bloody fingers or not, im not bothered'

_End Flashback_

'cmon bro, put your bag in the trunk and lets go home. Dad is busy with a business meeting but he says he misses you'

'tell him I don't miss him and I swear Dick if you try to put an arm around my shoulder or even touch my fucking hair you will lose a hand today'

'okay ,okay and watch your language bro before I deal with that Or Worse I'll get Dad to deal with it!'

Damian looked at him blankly in the eye 'You wouldn't'

'go on, try me, I dare you Dami'

'Fine ill stop but stop calling me Dami, you don't take me seriously but I will actually Kill you I swear!'

'I wish that my pitiful family would stop treating me like a pitiful child! I want NO affection from any of you i do not require it!'

'Don't say that Damian it may just happen!' Dick saying this did not realise what events were about to come into play.

_Meanwhile in another Timeline_

'Damian you pathetic excuse for a son! get up you need to iron my shirts' Bruce had Alfred for that but refused his service instead he preferred to force labour on Damian.

Damian still exhausted from crying last night was passed out in his room still clutching the teddy bear Dick and Jason left for him. The thing was drenched in his salty tears and smelt wet and musky because of not being dried properly.

the evidence of abuse clear on his wrists, face and neck. Tinges of black and blue marks all over his body and a fresh red one on his was smart about it though you could only see the bruises properly with no clothing and the bruise on his face, Damian was told to say it was his fault, that he fell down the stairs, you know, the usual bullshit.

His father walked into his room clearly furious for no reason.

'I said get the Fuck up you lazy shit!' at this time his father lost his patience and roughly Yanked his arm dragging his limp body out of bed.

'P...pl...please dadd... father its only 5 am I don't have school until 9'

'I do not care Damian. You have to...' He stopped, looked at the small object his son was clutching in his other arm and pulled it away from him.

'what is this?'

'Damian's arm was still sore from being tugged so hard and the force left a small red tinge on his left wrist . He was struggling to stand and whimpered when his father yanked the bear out of his hands. By complete reaction he reached for it, the scene looked as if a bully was holding an object up so the shorter boy couldn't reach whatever he that is what Bruce had become, a big bully.

'Please give it back f...father' Damian looked up his tears threatening to fall

'who gave you this? '

No answer

'Speak boy!'

Smack

Damian could taste it, the unmistakable metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He was bleeding. His father hit him too hard once again. He cupped both hands over his light pink lips as blood seeped through the crevasses of his fingers slowly dripping down his neck.

'Still not talking Damian? I guess you don't care for this thing then' With that deep expression Bruce got down to Damian's level and ripped the small tear sodden bear right into two.

He may of well as ripped Damian's heart in two because the bear was the only thing that kept him strong, kept him going. That bear was the symbol of love from his two eldest brothers it showed how much they loved and cared for him. Now, he truly had nothing.

'I'll be nice for once and let you keep the head' Bruce flashed a wicked smile pulled some super glue from the supply closet opposite Damian's room and stuck the poor decapitated bear's head right on his window sill so its head stared straight towards his bed.

Damian stared terrifyingly as the blood from his mouth now mixed with the tears flowing from his eyes but just sat there horrified at the bear looking at me.

Bruce got to his level again 'Wipe the tears off your face its pathetic and also a sign of weakness I cant have that in a robin, it's pitiful'

'I'm glad I did not waste time training you ' Truth is Bruce forced Damian to be Robin. This Damian had no experience in combat and the only reason he was robin was to get beaten up and also an excuse to take things out on him for doing things wrong or not following orders

_Quick FB_

'Damian circle around the back entrance and turn your comm off or else the enemies will know our positions. I will take the front entrance. Batman Out'

then Bruce said knowing Damian's comm was turned off ' Damian circle around the front entrance I will take the back entrance turn your comm off or the enemy will know our position '

Moments later 'Why did you not follow my orders Damian?'

'But you said-'

Bruce then played the second recording.

'cant you fucking hear boy?'

SMACK!

'ill deal with you at home'

_end FB_

'Clean the mess you made you arrogant brat' Bruce pointed to the drops of blood on the white tiled floor

' I will be back in 30 minutes these best be ironed by the time I am back' He threw a pile of shirts into his room that he hadn't worn for years.

'Get to it now boy!'

Damian made the effort to move as every bone in his body hurt. His mouth hurt the most but the blood had mostly dried off . Damian tried to rub soothing circles on his wrist from where he was yanked like a rag doll but every time he touched it he winced in pain.

'please make this pain stop... please'

He spoke to the air as if it were a real person but at this point in time he had no hope. Yes, he would always be afraid of his father and yes if he a toy he was past broken by now. Can any amount of love make this go away? could he one day be able to call his father 'Daddy' or maybe be read to? Or held in the street? He didn't even care he was ten years old he missed out on so much love and affection growing up he would take anything that came up his way happily. But in his tiny little mind that will never ever be true and will remain fantasy, just a dream. The closest thing to affection he had were his brothers but father caught on and made sure that he was either locked in his room or they were sent away on long missions.

-3 hours later-

'Damian! time for school' Bruce loudly marched up the stairs. Why was he angry again at him? hadn't he done enough ( A/N of course he hasn't)

'come!' He tugged yet again at his sore left wrist which made him whelp in serious agony.

'Stop your noise I have to take you to school'

'Yes father' Damian said in a terrified voice obviously still shaken up from the early hours of the morning.

'clean the blood off your scruff' Bruce said as he threw a rag towards Damian.

'Can't have people thinking that you are abused can we? The press will have a field day' Damian just looked down at the ground still feeling empty at the loss of his only prized position.

With that Damian sluggishly dressed in his Gotham Academy school uniform and made his way to the car.

'You will clean that as well once you are home' Bruce said pointing to his car. It was pretty clean already but covered in a small layer of dust.

'Yes Father' Damian replied in a monotone that gesture Bruce drove off.

Damian stared Blankly outside the car window, emptily watching as the background changed every second.

'You know, before you came along and killed your mother I thought I had a future with her' His father blankly said. But his father was right, he had killed his mother, not in the conventional way, it was through childbirth that his mother died and he was blamed for it ever since.

The Bruce of this timeline, even though he did not agree with what Talia stood for, they did very much love one another, until according to him she was ripped away from him by the 'demon' Damian.

'We were happy and you ruined it' Bruce angrily said as he slammed his horn because he was trapped in traffic.

They reached the gate's of the school.

Damian hopped out of the car very sorely like most of his movements were.

'Be here At 4pm or you can walk home yourself'

'Yes father...'

'And if you do decide to walk, you better be home by 4:30 pm or there will be Consequences' That was impossible, Wayne manor was at least an hour away by foot. not to mention the dangers that await a ten-year-old in the city.

soon after his speech Bruce drove off. Damian decided not to go to school today instead he just walked...

He kept walking...

Walked until the soles of his feet hurt...

Then Walked some more...

Then Finally He collapsed.

'Damian what are you doing here?' A mysterious shadow in an alleyway called out.

Damian knew whose voice that was though. It was Jason's.

Jason was in Gotham unknowingly to his father. He came home early from his mission abroad and wanted to stock up on his drugs to sell. The only reason the Batman did not know was frankly because he was one lazy son of a bitch, preferred to tackle his son than tackle crime. He thought the jig was up when he saw Damian thinking Dad had used him as bait again.

Immediately Damian started crying, pushed himself upwards from the floor and ran towards him as fast as his sore body and sore feet could take him.

'shhhh bro. What the hell's the matter?' Jason said in a hushed tone all the while wrapping his larger frame around the tiny one.

'he...he...he' Damian tried to speak through his heartbreaking sobs.

'Its okay, calm down, I'm here now' Jason pressed his tiny bother into his embrace.

'he... 'Sniffle'... he broke it'

'he broke what Dami? On the other hand save it for later, this alleyway isn't the best place to be talking' he looked at the large trash can and thought about the person he dumped there not too long ago.

'Hop on my bike I'll take you to where I've been staying' Damian followed orders and did what he was told

_At Jason's Den_ The Dodgy Dark areas of Gotham

Time:11 Am

Jason's hideout wasn't the best looking, but why would it be ?It was a runned down old abandoned apartment that drug addicts used as a not any more as they didn't dare mess with the current occupant. It had the basics, a small couch with a small t.v nearby, a decent sized kitchen attached to the living room and a tiny bedroom with just a mattress on the floor.

Jason walked in carefully holding his tiny brother in his arms because Damian was too tired and too worn out to walk the six flights of stairs. Jason gently set him down on the couch, made his way to the kitchen proceeded to make the boy some food.

'I don't care if your hungry or not Dami... you're eating' He set the plate down with a audible thud in front of Damian. It was just simple toast and scrambled eggs. Only because Jason ate out most of the time anyway.

'I know its not the best but it will make you feel slightly better'

'Thanks Jays.' Damian said in a calmer voice. He felt so lucky to have run into Jason he didn't know what could've happened to him in this dark unprotected city.

'now tell me what happened Damian'

Damian started tearing up again thinking of it.

'Dad ripped the bear you and Dicky left for me' As he said it two drops of clear liquid slid fast down his face.

'Don't worry about it Damian' As Jason said this he wrapped a reassuring arm around his scared little brother then gently ruffled his hair.

'Please come home...I... I need you or Dicky to take the pain away' Damian said leaning into Jason

'Everywhere just hurts and its my fault for killing my M...' before he could finish Jason cut in

'Damian shut up!' before the boy could get even more upset he quickly corrected himself

'Your mother's death was not your fault, dad is using that as an excuse because he is angry at the world'

'come here' Jason pulled him closer ' I don't know about the rest of the family but I do love you little brother, now take a nap in the room over there while your sleeping I will Dress your wounds for you. Jason gently picked Damian up and laid him to rest in the bed.

When Damian was asleep Jason stripped his little brother's school uniform only down to his black boxers to perform first aid and what he saw was horrendous,he did not expect face twisted in shock at the marks on his and blue painted in various spots. He quickly got his first Aid kit and bandaged anything that could be hidden by his brother's Bruce saw that someone had helped him it would certainly make things worse. This damaged boy really needed a proper father.

He left him to sleep there, brushed his bangs aside and planted a kiss on his forehead.

'Don't worry kid I will get you home in time' Jason said that mostly to himself than to Damian who was exhausted and passed out in his bed.

_Meanwhile In the Other Timeline_

'You really need to work on that attitude you know Damian' Dick said sternly whilst driving Damian home from school. The boy was so sweet before the whole Talia incident.

_Quick FB_

it was a stormy night and lightning was the only thing that lit the manor in 30 second rotations. Damian was five years old and clearly frightened by the whole event. His father was on a Business meeting up state and Alfred was in charge of the boys for the 2 days he was away. Normally if Damian was scared he would climb into his daddy's bed and his daddy would say that nothing could get to him when he was hugging him. His foolish young mind bought into every word his father said. But his father wasn't present so he went to the second person that made him feel safe. Dick.

'Dicky can I please stay here... I miss daddy and I'm really scared'

'Course you can Dami, hop in' with that Damian hopped into his older brother's bed and felt larger arms wrap around his abdomen region.

'so small... Hehe you can be my teddy bear for the night baby bro' Before Damian could reply Thunder roared. This gravely startled Damian as cried and held onto dick hand tighter.

'Don't worry bro I'm always here if you need me. To protect you'

_End FB_

'Its not my attitude that is the problem, Its this family, you guys are too touchy feely'

'excuse us for actually caring about you Damian' Dick said with a frustrated facial expression ' You know, I bet if I was dead you would miss me'

' No I wouldn't because I would be the one doing the deed of killing you'

'Awww Dami I'm sure you don't mean that'

'We are home now, I don't want to talk to you any more Dick'

_ At Wayne Manor_

The rest of the day went across relatively quickly. His father came home happy to see him and scuffed his hair. The usual thing he does most evenings. What do people have with touching his hair? does it say Touch me ? Cmon!

Bruce walked up to Damian with a small smile plastered on his face.

'son what do you say to going on a patrol with me tonight? Just us two.'

Yes this is what he needed. some cold hard action. The thrill of a punch connecting with a thugs face.

'Yes I will accompany you father' He liked going on patrol because when his father switched to Batman, All emotion was lost that meant no touching of his hair no tickling none of that bullshit his father tries to do with him. (at least that's what Damian thought .Bruce would go mental if he thought Damian was in true danger)

_Few hours Later At Gotham Docks_
They perched on top of a building gazing down as a drug trade was going down. It was just a run down warehouse surrounded by a few minutes of surveillance Batman told his robin to get a closer look.

'Robin I need you to take the one out on the far left I will go for the right'

'Father I do not need you to tell me what to. I can paralyse that man for life if I saw fit to it'

'Robin you need to follow my orders otherwise you will be hurt! I'm only saying this because I am worried about you son' Batman's voice was clearly becoming more worried as well as angry.

'Stop telling me what to do. I'm sick and tired of being treated younger than I am.I'm not a fucking baby so Fuck you!'

'Robin you are not listening to me. One more wrong move and your banned from being a hero'

'I fucking wish that I had a different life! And not some shitty emotional Family that keeps worrying about me!'

Damian so distracted by the argument did not see the shadow creeping up behind him. Batman saw this in the distance and but was too late.

'Robin BEHIND YOU'

SMACK

The thug hit Damian upside the head and he was out cold. The child's Blood smeared the baseball bat and before he could make another Strike Batman Appeared as if by magic roughly Grabbed the bat and SLAMMED it into his face with so much impact that it splintered. The Jig was up the rest of the thugs came attacking one by one and The Drug dealer managed to didn't care. Bruce counted the numbers, ten including the thug with splinters in his face. nine about to be very unlucky guys.

Dodged bat ...Roundhouse kick to the head...As thug is about to fall grabs wrist and snaps it. 1 down

evaded 3 Punches... Takes grappling gun out ... wraps three arms together... dislocates ball from socket in each arm and leaves them screaming in pain... 4 down

3 run away... 7 down.

1 tries to be brave and charges for him... sweeps legs... thug falls sideways... punched straight in the chest whilst mid air sideways... flies into a wall most likely paralysed now. 8 down

another tries to charge... freeze blast on right his arm... thug is tripped up...Batman looks at him With fire burning in his eyes... Smashes his right arm into bits then welts it was a Bat-torch so he doesn't bleed out.

Batman goes to the first thug lifts him by the collar ' if that boy does not wake up, I will break my oath and I will Kill you' Batman dropsthe thug roughly to the floor. He walks over to robin, scoops him up, calls the bat mobile and rests him gently inside.

As they reach the cave Damian is immediately given medical attention.

'Master Bruce, What has happened to the young master Damian?'

'I...I couldn't protect him in time' Bruce felt like The worst father in the planet.

_thoughts_ : I promise Son if you wake up I'll do anything to protect you. Anything, you wont be out of my sight for a long long time.

_Other Timeline_

It is 4:30 Pm

'Here you go bro' Jason gave him A new teddy as Damian got off his Black bike.

'don't let dad see this one'

' I will visit you once I'm finished with business in Gotham' Damian did not know that it meant drug trafficking so he emptily believed him

'Young Damian, Master Bruce is looking for you' Alfred said simply, he wan't allowed to call Damian 'Master'. Ever since the abuse started He didn't care about Bruce any more ,only did was he was paid to do now, he felt sorry for Damian but he could do nothing. Bruce was too rich and powerful he could just pay the media to bat an eye and look the other way and in child services they were people just a corrupt as him. The boy's life Wasn't fair. He went to his room quickly first and hid his new bear under his bed and grimaced when he saw the old one's head still fear what was going to happen

Damian slowly made his way to his father's study where Bruce angrily awaited. looked at his desk. Swiped his index finger hard across the surface. What Damian saw was sickening it was covered in a black sludge from dust build-up. His father made his way towards him and shoved his index finger down his throat.

' does that look fucking clean to you?' Damian Started gagging and crying as the stuff tasted awful and made his lungs burn as if on fire.

' I told you to clean it this morning and what do you do?'

Damian still couldn't speak as his lungs were still hurting.

' Don't you ignore me'

PUNCH

he was winded as his father punched him right in the stomach.

COUGH SPLATTER

blood emulated from his mouth as he coughed up some. It was disgusting, the taste of his own blood but sadly he knew it too well.

'you got my study messy with your blood' Bruce pointed at the brown laminated tiles 'GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! wash up and to your room!'

He Cried softly in the shower. He had more tears than water on his face, his bruises ached to the high heavens and he still felt tired.

As he trudged towards his room from his shower .it was still the same from that haunting image of the decapitated bear still staring at him made him break down. He pathetically rolled into bed.

'If there is really a God or a higher being... Please. *cries* ,Please take me away from this'with that gesture he lost consciousness.

In the middle of the night as both Damian's slept Each subconsciously felt something pulling, something dragging them across to another plane ,another time or space. There wishes had been Granted.

Damian awoke to a room that was not his... It was beautiful: Blue painted walls, a 26 inch plasma screen T.V in the corner of the room, a King Sized Bed instead of a single bed , the walk in bathroom had a sink a tub, a proper toilet and sink.

Where was he?

'Damian you're Awake!'

'Dad was worried sick about you!'

His Father? Worried about him? He would never believe it. And what was his brother doing here? so many questions!

'Dad he's awake' Tim called down the hall, as if on cue he could hear rushed Strides coming towards him.

'my little boy! I was worried you would never be awake!' Bruce said as he hugged Damian in relief. In terror Damian tried to get away tearing up and flailing about like a fish.

'I know you don't like hugs but you scared me a lot last night son'

Son? his father called him a lot of things but never had he called him were off and he was terrified.

-End Chapter-

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