I could sometimes swear I heard someone cursing me out. I would be walking down the hallway, minding my own business when I was so sure I would he a shiver of someone calling me an idiot. I would turn around and try to find the source, but every time, nothing. It was drinking me up the wall. When I brought it up to Bruce he just got weird. He smiled and shook his head. Mumbling about not leaving me alone even after death. I didn't want to think about what he meant. He has been…unstable since Damian died. So I went on my own business. I didn't spend much time at the Manor, but that didn't stop the whispers following me. When I was with the Titans I would hear them. I wasn't the only one too. Beast Boy would hear them all the time, when he was around me. Said that I was possessed or something.

I shook my head trying to knock some of the nonsense out. I was currently at the manor helping Bruce with a case. I was walking down the hallway to my old room when I heard a very distinct tumble in my room. I ran ahead and threw my door open. In my left hand a batarang, but like all the other times, there was nothing. I could see my laptop though was now lighting up the bathroom. I went inside and saw that it looked like it was being shoved into the toilet. It made a spurting noise and then gave a whine as it died.

I rolled my eyes and shut the door. I wasn't even going to touch that till I was less annoyed with the situation. I don't believe in ghost, but honestly there was only one person who could be this cruel to me. And he had died. Damian Wayne was the only person in this world that could make me love them and want to kill them in one go. It seemed he took that habit to the next world with him. Every time I heard a whisper or every time something happened, I knew it was him. As much as I wanted to deny the fact that ghost exist, I couldn't. Every time something happened I could stop the bubbling happiness that Damian still wanted see me in some way? That he cared enough to stick around me. That's why I continued to put up with this craziness.

In the bathroom I heard the toilet flush and my poor laptop drowning in it. I jumped up and had an idea. I was going to catch Damian in the act. I was going to catch Damian doing this crazy shit. I was going to see Damian. I got up and ran to my closet and started to throw things out. I was looking for some of my old camera equipment. When I found the old black box that held them I stood up with a trumpet ha.

I ran around my room, putting up the cameras and hooking them up to the Manors security main frame so that way Damian wouldn't be able to destroy the footage without destroying the main frame down in the Bat Cave and even he wasn't that evil.

Once I had all the cameras in place I sat back down on my bed. The flushing had stopped a while back and I still wasn't brave enough to open the door to the bathroom. I laid back on my bed and was waiting for sleep. When I was finally drifting off that's when I heard the whispers again. I didn't dare open my eyes though. Instead I laid perfectly still. Listening to whatever was going around me. I heard soft footsteps and my bathroom door opening. That's when I heard an object being thrown across the bathroom tiles and dripping water.

I continued to listen to bathroom when everything went dead. I heard nothing. I almost thought he had left and that I should get up and take a look at the footage when I felt a tug of my blankets. I stiffened and the sheets stopped being tugged. I forced my body to relax again and soon the top sheet was being pulled again. I heard it as it fell to the ground and then be pulled across my room. I tried to keep my face relaxed but I was at a loss what was going on.

I heard the dragging going towards the bathroom and a weird shuffling noise. It was only when I heard the telltale dip of fabric going into water that I had an idea of what was happening. What the hell? He was trying to flush my blanket? Why?

I sat up and I swear I saw a shadowy figure in my bathroom. That wouldn't have scared me. What did make me hesitate though, was the piercing green eyes that glowed in the dark.

"Oh hell no." I said as I stopped. The eyes narrowed at me and flushed the toilet again and disappeared. I yelled in surprised and went to go after the figure when I slipped on the wet tiles and went skidding until I hit the wall face first. I played there for a moment. Just thinking about how my life led to me being face first on the bathroom floor.

I felt like I was making progress when I felt cold water touch cheek. I heard water trickle down from what was no doubt the toilet flooding. I laid there in toilet water for a minute before I gained the strength to sit up. I used the wall to lean back and looked over to where I was sure I saw Damian. All that was left thought was my blanket half shoved into the toilet that was currently over flowing with water and soaking my pants.

I as there for a while just taking this all in. I looked out the door and saw the red light of one of my cameras. I sprang up and ran to them. I had to see what I got. I ran to the bat cave, ignoring Alfred yelling me not to run. Once I got down to the cave I ran past bat cow and Titus. They looked up at me but went back sleeping. Bruce was sitting at the monitors and was asking me what was going on. I pushed him out of the way though. Kicking the chair he was sitting in to the side. He protested and reprimand me. Saying I could have just asked him to move.

I typed in the orders for the cameras in my room and set the time I wanted them to show. Bruce at this point was now standing beside me. The monitors sprang to life and showed me laying down in my bed. It took only a few moments before I saw the bathroom door swish open and for a see through version Damian approach me bed. Bruce gasped beside me. Both of our eyes were now glued to the screen.

Damian walked to the edge on my bed. Standing there for a moment, just staring at me. He then gripped the edges of my sheets and began to drag them off me. That when I stiffened and he stopped. He dropped to the floor. Hiding behind my bed post. Once he deemed that he waited enough, he stood back up and tugged on my sheets again. Once he freed them from my bed. He dragged them back over to the bathroom. We watched him disappear in the bathroom, with the blankets trailing behind him.

Soon after you see me getting up and making an ass of myself. Bruce let out a sound that reminded me of a laugh, but he quickly suffocated it. The video ended with the water trickling out of the bathroom and soaking into the carpeting in my room.

I took a step away from the monitored sniff pinched my nose. I can't believe that he came back from the dead as a ghost just to fuck with me. "It's just like I'm to do this." I said. Bruce looked up at me and a smile broke out on his face. It was cracked and broken, but still there. Looking back at the screen I could only shake my head. My own smile coming out. Together I and Bruce stood there for a while. Just shaking our heads and laughing. It was nice seeing Damian again. Even if was to flood my room and destroy my laptop.