A/N: Thank you all for your wonderful reviews, keep them up. They keep me fed my pretties. Sorry about if my grammar is bad as I said I'm not really a writer but I will try my hardest to triple spell check my mistakes. I found out now what was causing them not me, my computer wasn't saving some words.

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Disclaimer: I'd be too busy in my Mansion if I created Batman. Just making it clear that I didn't!

ON with the story!

_With normal Damian_

Where was he? The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain at the back of his head and the argument that he had with his father. He felt weak, drained and hungry. How long was he knocked out for? Was he captive in enemy territory? So many questions ricocheted in his mind. The room that he was in resembled a prison cell, four white walls boxed him in, a small single bed with tattered white sheets and a...wait...was that a decapitated teddy bear's head stuck to the windowsill? Not that he did mind the decapitated head, it amused him, but something was off, was this a boy's room? He must be one fucked up kid to live in this place, clearly not realising the true situation.

Damian gazed outside the window and what Damian saw shocked him, he was in Wayne Manor...He was sure he had to be in the Manor, this was no hallucination, the tell-tale signs of the grounds he grew up in confirmed that he was indeed this was 'his' room?

His apparent room was very cold also very quiet and the wind from the cold September weather was the only thing that could be heard. Sounds he was accustomed to were not present, no silent 'humm' of his pathetic brother Tim's infernal computer, no clinking of dishes from the ever too joyful butler Alfred downstairs and no annoying father to wake him up.

Damian used his detective skills to deduce that he was not in his own time, that somehow, he was in another universe. His trained mind had this all figured, the wish he mistakenly made had come true. Finally he had peace and quiet from his annoying family. No more being treated like a baby and definitely no more hugs!

Damian headed towards the bathroom to wash his face and prepare for the day ahead of him, he was curious though, what was the father in this universe like? From the looks of the room he didn't seem to be a very good one!

Damian entered the bathroom and the first thing that came to his attention was how clean it overpowering smell of bleach hugged the walls and the tiles of the bathroom, The white toilet, sink and bathtub almost blinded him and there was no sound coming from the bathroom.

Damian decided to ignore the situation but when he was walking up to the sink and mirror, something crimson stuck between the small cracks of the tiles caught his attention. Slowly he inspected it and his suspicions were correct, it was blood. Why would blood be in the bathroom? Could it be his? Then it all made sense, the solitude, the poor excuse for a room and the blood in the bathroom... This version of himself was... abused.

When Damian looked into the mirror he only realised how right he was, he looked like a shell of his former self, it was him minus all of the muscle he worked so hard to get in the league, he had so many bruises on his face and knew what he had to do now, this father was going to die for what he had done. He clenched his fists so hard they started to hurt. It was four in the morning and the noise he was making made him think who was in the house at the moment

'What the fuck are you doing awake child?' Bruce said with a stern face, he stood at the door frame, his gazed was fixated upon the boy standing at the bathroom had just finished his patrol of the filthy city and was angry that the boy was not asleep.

'Am I not allowed to be awake at this time?' Damian replied rudely matching his father's gaze with his own, intense eyes locked with one another and even though the scene was silent, a million words could be then realised this Bruce was different, he smelt of alcohol and sweat, his face looked like it hadn't been shaved for a while as the stubble was clearly visible and his demeanour seemed... was the only thing that came to Damian's mind.

'Who said you can reply to me boy?' with that, a lazy swing was made for Damian's face which to Bruce's surprise was easily blocked by the boy, it was then replied with a thrust kick to his chest which made him stumble backwards out of the bathroom.

'Touch me again father and I will kill you.'Damian said darkly, he took up a fighting stance but was amazed at how tired he felt and how much ache and pain was erupting from his muscles. He had the mind and skills of a fighter but the body of a defenceless broken little boy.

Where the FUCK had the little shit learned to fight? That didn't matter though; the boy was going to pay for the little stunt he just pulled!
Bruce charged Damian with another fist and this time he used his strength, when the child tried to block it, it easily pierced through and the blow connected with his face sending the helpless boy to the floor a few feet into the bathroom.

Damian cried out in pain as his back slid against the white father used full strength this time and the blow made him feel dizzy, this body couldn't withstand what he normally could! He looked up through blurry eyes and saw his father slowly walking over to him to finish him off. Desperately Damian mustered his strength to kick the man in his kneecap as hard as he could, dropping the man to his knees. Damian sluggishly aimed a punch for his father's fist was caught mid-air and Bruce got a handful of Damian's hair with his other hand, his head was then aggressively slammed into the basin of the bathroom sink. Damian felt dizzy and felt backwards and landed on his backside.

blood was now seeping out of his forehead and he felt even weaker than before. Damian looked up at his father with a sorry face as if he was begging for his mercy. Bruce wasn't going to show any, he had enough of this boy, it was time for him to take a trip to the hospital!

'Just make my death quick!' Damian knew this was the end!' He clenched his eyes shut and waited for the pain to end. He heard a loud thump then to his surprise nothing happened to him. He slowly opened his eyes and in front of him was his brother? Jason was there standing angrily over his passed out father, breathing deeply and exhaling sharply.

'You know Damian, you are lucky that he was so focused on you that he didn't see me creep up behind' Jason said in a forced voice, you could clearly tell he was angry by his was he angry at though? Was this one aggressive like his father?

Jason walked over to Damian and gently picked up his bleeding brother from the then realised this Jason cared for him, but the man was still angry at something.

'Damian!' He said loudly moving them both to the open windowsill, he had to make his way back to his bike and take the boy to his hideout to bandage his wounds yet checked if the bandages from earlier were still plastered on, to his luck they held even through the fight.

The Teddy bear Jason gave Damian had a radio wired into it, he could hear what was going on and that's why he showed only decided to because of what happened earlier.(referring to chapter 2) Jason dreaded to think of what would've happened if he hadn't staked out at the Manor.

'Are you fucking stupid? Attacking dad is suicide for you!' Jason scolded 'don't put yourself in any more danger you idiot!'

'It's not like I needed you to help me' Damian said weakly then blacked out from all the blood had half a mind to leave the boy there for the comment made but knew he couldn't or risk his life.

_6 AM at Jason's Hideout_

When Damian woke up he took a look at his surroundings, the room had a sick murky smell to it, the paint on the walls were visibly peeling off ,the sheets he was covered with were almost as tatty as the ones in his room back at the manor and in the distance the sound of police sirens and dogs barking could be heard.

It all rushed back to him and he remembered the fight he had with his father and immediately sprang up from the bed in an alert manner, he clenched his fist then raised them up to his looked around the room and met his brother's gaze.

'Since when do you know how to defend yourself Dami?' Damian's stance relaxed and he looked warily at Jason.

'What do you mean? Since when can I not defend myself' Damian replied stoically.

Jason was puzzled by the switch in attitude from his little brother, normally the boy wouldn't dare strike back at Bruce... he was too afraid of the man, also Damian would usually say he 'needed' Jason but earlier his brother said that he didn't need wasn't right.

Jason had wrapped Damian's head with some gauze from his bathroom the spot which was bleeding was clearly showing through the white material. Jason was wondering what Bruce was going to do to Damian if he took him back to the manor. He also wondered what the man would think was happening. He took out the Manor security footage on the way out and stopped in Alfred's quarters and injected the sedatives he brought with him on his stakeout before he intervened in his brother's fight and knocked Bruce out, so there was no chance they could know... Right? He wasn't sure; I mean the man is Batman after all. He managed to calm himself down by thinking how lazy and rusty the man had gotten since Damian was born. Ten years ago there would've been no chance of him sneaking up like that, but now these days the man was so taken over by anger he didn't notice his surroundings when it came to Damian. The boy was the subject of his hate after all.

Jason after some thought on the matter then came to a realisation, this wasn't his Damian, it couldn't have been. The fighting, the attitude and the pride all pointed away from what his brother usually was like.

Jason locked eyes with his brother.

'Who are you and what have you done with the real Damian!'

DUN DUN DUN

sorry about the short chapter, I promise the next one will be longer this was only setting up for the next chapter which will go deeper into the lives of our Damians. Originally I was going to combine this one with the last one but decided against it. I hope you like where the story is heading and please review !