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"They said that everything begins with chaos, well my life is chaos. It's possible that it started when I became Robin, or maybe it was always like that, I don't remember. I only remember pain."
Damian's pov:
I was training as always, Todd was there too, he stood by the wall, occasionally correcting my fighting style.
"I don't need your help'' I said to him while doing more attacks on the mannequin.
Todd smiled at my words and said
''I just want my little brother to fight well''
At his words I just rolled my eyes and left the training room while still hearing Todd's voice behind me saying somethings like ''don't be grumpy''.
while walking I snorted to myself.
''Little Brother''??
Pathetic, I'm not even his brother.
I walked back to my room, sighed and I have done some more exercises until I collapsed from exhaustion. I got on my bed, and I was looking at the ceiling thinking that I should practise even more.
I need to practise more to be better Robin, even when I don't really want to be him anymore.
I hate it, I have no idea why I agreed to that, to the whole ''being Robin'' thing. I hate this family but at the same time I don't want to go back to League of Assassins. It was even worse than anything. When I remember how my grandfather executed traitors in front of my eyes. I sometimes start shaking when I see dead people, but at the same time I don't mind killing.
It makes no sense.
I'm just glad that mom and grandfather don't see me showing my emotions. They would think I'm weak and grandfather would whip me as always.
Let's hope no one will even see my wounds on my back, they would know how bad I was. And plus, I don’t need pity from anyone.
From boredom I started surfing on the internet on my laptop that father gave me. Thanks god I don't have patrol tonight so I can do whatever I want.
I accidentally came across some website about drugs, I started reading. I know I know drugs are bad blah blah blah but here it says it can help you focus and you will stop being tired.
That's exactly the thing I need, don't get me wrong but I want to practise more and be more self-sufficient.
I know I should not, but I checked the dealers in my area. I texted one of them and we agreed to meet in 30 minutes in some bar in crime alley.
I got up and I took my backpack, I packed money that I have from father, my phone and a pocketknife.
I put on a black hoddie covering my hair and face with the hood as much as I can.
I opened the window and I jumped out landing in the Wayne Manor garden.
I turned back to check if no one had seen me and I ran to the Gotham.
Dick's pov:
I was with Bruce in his office talking about a new things that happened in Gotham lately when I saw Damian running away from the Manor.
''Umm, Bruce, I think you're son is sneaking out'' I said pointing at the window.
Bruce just sighed and turned back to me
''just let him be, he needs time'' Bruce said with no emotions
"But he's you're son, you're not worried? what if something happens to him?'' I answered him
''he can take care of himself''
''okay, just don't tell me if you'll regret it later'' I said while turning to the door
I left his office giving him one last glance.
Damian's pov:
I got to some bar in the crime alley; my new dealer should be here waiting for me.
Some people gave me weird looks, probably it's not normal to see a child in a bar.
I come up to men that looked just like the dealer I texted with.
''Hi, I am here for the goods'' I said sitting down next to him
I took out the money, but the men raised his brow
''bro, you're like 8, I'm not selling stuff to a child'' he said to me
I got taken aback at his word.
"But I have money you asshole''
''I don't know go back to you'r parents or something and play with cars'' he said laughing a bit.
I got angry and I took out the pocketknife I packed.
''you sure you don't want to sell me that?'' I said with a smirk
He just laughed more
''you bought it in a toy store or what? Gosh you're so funn-''
before he could finish his sentence, I stabbed him in his chest with the knife.
''who's the kid now, huh?'' I smiled
when he had fallen on the ground, I took the good stuff out of his pockets and hid them deep in my backpack.
then I heard steps
and a voice
''Damian?''
please no..
I know this voice...
oh fuck..
I turned around and see
Bruce
...
I'm fucked..