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Damian hadn't felt the landing. He hadn't even felt when he started to fall. The fight had been more than he could handle. Explosions everywhere, screaming and shouting and blinding lights were the last thing Damian could remember.
Opening his eyes he found himself in his room. Something felt wrong. There was something off.
"Did you talk to her?" Dick was talking to someone just outside his door.
"Yes." It was his father. He sounded… sad.
"What did she say?"
"Isn't it sad when toys get broken." Bruce's voice sounded like venom. Broken? What was broken?
"But that mean…" Dick's voice trailed off.
"Yeah… Damian's never going to walk again." That's when it all clicked, he couldn't feel his legs. He tried to move them, prove what he had heard was wrong. But he couldn't, not even the slightest twitch. Tears formed in his eyes. He was broken.
"Damian, you're awake." His father's voice was soft and gentle; it no longer held the venom from before.
"I… I can't fell my legs." Damian's voice came out is a tear filled whisper.
"I know." Bruce didn't know what else to say.
"I'm broken." Bruce remained silent, not sure how to respond.
"I can't be Robin. I'm useless. There's no point being here."
"No." The word slipped quickly from Bruce's lips.
"Listen to me Damian. I need you to understand this." Bruce waited to make sure he had his sons fall attention.
"Damian Wayne is so much more important and special than Robin." Damian stared up at his father, who was now stroking his hair.
"You are my son and I love you. You're alive and that is all that matters." Damian let the tears fall from his eyes.
"But… but I can't do any of the things I could before."
"It's okay, you'll learn new things. Your Damian Wayne nothing will ever stop you." The pride in Bruce's voice was not lost on his son. Damian took a deep breath in.
"Your right." He said, stopping his tears.
"If Oracle can do it, so can I." Bruce smiled down at his son, his brave little solider. He knew it would be rough to start with, but they would make it through.
Tim heard a thud followed by an 'ouch' before he made it to the kitchen for breakfast. It was the first morning he'd been home since Damian had fallen off the side of the building.
"You okay?" he asked when he found his younger brother lying on the floor next to a fallen over stool.
"Do I look okay to you Drake?" Damian snapped his eyes up.
"What happened?"
"Father put me on the stool to eat me breakfast and went to see how Pennyworth and Grayson were doing with the wheelchair Grayson chose, they needed to assemble it, then I dropped my spoon and when I tried to reach it the stool fell over." By the end of his explanation Damian had managed to get himself in to a half sitting position. Trying not to smile Tim picked the stool up and flung the spoon into the sink.
"Here let me help you." He bent down to lift Damian up and, to his surprise, Damian didn't even grumble in the slightest. Tim then grabbed his brother another spoon from the draw.
"Thank-you, Drake." Tim froze, had Damian just thanked him?
"There finally finished." Dick whipped the back of his hand over his forehead.
"Why didn't you have an already made one delivered?" Bruce asked, half expecting his eldest to respond with a comment along the lines of 'I didn't think of that'.
"Because this one has some custom-made parts I fitted to it myself before you came down."
"Custom-made?"
"Yes. I downloaded the blueprints for this exact model at the same time I ordered it. I then made my own parts for it that would replace the already made ones."
"Like what?" Bruce was curious as to what special features had been added. With a very proud smile Dick explained the many extras he had added.
"Hey, how's it going?"
"Tim good morning."
"Seen Damian yet?" Bruce sounded a little worried. He knew there was quite a rivalry between his two youngest boys.
"Yeah, had to pick him up off the floor."
"The floor?" Dick gave Bruce an evil glare.
"I left him on a stool." Bruce put his hands up as a sign of surrender.
"He dropped his spoon." Tim shrugged and moved closer to the wheelchair.
"Fancy."
"One of a kind." Dick beamed and, after a head shake from Bruce, Tim decided not to ask. Next thing there was a buzzing noise coming from the computer.
"Umm… guys I've finished eating and… can someone come and get me?" Damian's voice over the comm. Before anyone else could act Bruce was halfway out of the cave.
Damian fitted so easily into his arms and, although he would never say it aloud, he really enjoyed being able to hold him close without any complaint.
"Thank-you, father." Damian said when his father sat him in his new chair.
"What do you think?" Damian wasn't sure he liked how excited his eldest brother was.
"It's nice."
The rest of the day was full of 'fun' as Damian slowly worked out the many different additions Dick had added to his chair. Some were good, others weren't so good. Damian enjoyed the speakers in the headrest and the secret storage compartments in the handles. He didn't find the flashing lights on the wheels anywhere as fun as Dick seemed to think they were.
"I just got off the phone with the builders; they'll be here at the end of the week to install an elevator." Bruce really didn't mind that it would take them so long, even with his chair Damian couldn't get up the stairs, this meant Bruce still had a reason to hold his son.
"What about the cave? I still want to be able to down there." Bruce thought for a moment, most all of the levels of the batcave were accessed by stairs.
"I'll call Luscious, see what he thinks." Damian sighed. He looked at his legs, life seemed so much harder now. But he would make it to the end.
He was Damian Wayne and nothing would ever stop him.
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AtarinaMAK