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Opening the eyes was an arduous task, mainly because he couldn't tell if they were open or closed. Once it was understood that everything was shrouded in darkness, it was possible to notice a close silhouette and, regardless of whether that figure was friendly, the boy tried to ask for help — all he got, however, was a low growl.
— God, you're waking up... — There was a mixture of concern and disbelief in the voice — Master Richard, he is awaking up! — The voice announced loudly as he walked away.
Seconds later, another person appeared. The latter took him by the shoulders as he whispered confused things and celebrated:
— You're awake! Finally awake!
— I'll inform Master Bruce right now! — communicated to the other and, while fiddling with the cell phone, finally the face of that silhouette was clearly visible.
— Hey, Alfred, isn't it better to let Damian talk to him himself?
— It is better not to leave him so... emotional, at least not in the middle of one of those important meetings. — The butler put his cell phone down and stared at the boy, still immobile — When the meeting is over, your father will look at the message and come right away, Master Damian.
— As if! — Dick finally released his brother — He didn't even want to go, he wanted to be here when you woke up, boy. I bet he must have read the message and is already coming here!
The two were silent. They wanted some celebration, confirmation or even an answer from the younger boy. But nothing happened, Damian just tried to make out their silhouette in the frightening shadows that surrounded him.
— Hey, Damian?
The little one tried to say something and, at the cost of nonsense grunts and murmurs, there was finally an answer, or rather, a question:
— Who?
— It must be the effect of sedatives... — the elder commented.
— Must be...
— Wh-oo... you... Da-amian? — The boy tried again, doing a little better despite the inhalation mask.
— It no longer seems to me to be the effect of sedatives! — Alfred noted and distanced himself from them, he seemed concerned.
— Are you wondering who I am, is that it? How do you forget your favorite brother, boy? — Dick laughed at his own joke attempt, trying to remain optimistic.
— Who I am? — Finally a complete question was said, with difficulties, but said.
— Enough being dramatic, Damian... — He ruffled the young man's spiky hair — I know you're trying to escape the guilt for what you did, but we are all worried about you! It was stupid to try to act alone, as you always do. Of course, you will have a punishment, but the important thing now is that you are awake and...
— Who I am!? — The boy was confused, bordering on despair. Trying to understand all that information didn't help, and it made it even worse.
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NOTE
Damian Wayne is the central point of the story, sometimes dragging other characters like: Alfred Pennyworth, a big butler; Bruce Wayne, Batman; Richard John Grayson, Dick, who was the first Robin and is now the Nightwing; Jason Peter Todd, who was the second Robin and is now Red Hood; etc. Some characters are fixed in Wayne Mansion and especially in Gotham and some will make sporadic appearances (which can last for days or a few hours), such as Dick, Jason, Jon and Barbara.
The fanfic is not concerned with exploring "empty spaces" in the canonical plots of each character, it is only inspired by some points without chronological order, and that do not harm the understanding.
