Damian's POV

I woke up in my Robin outfit. I was in.....the bat cave? It's been so long since I've been here in such a long time! I actually felt better, much better. I felt normal and I didn't have the slightest headache. What have they done? 

"Good you're awake!" I turned to see Richard. Well, Nightwing. "What did you do to me? I feel normal!" 

"Don't ask me! Bruce took care of it not me!"

"What?! What did he do?! What did he do to me?! I don't like this!" 

"Dang! Someone's jumpy! " Of course I'm jumpy! I had the most hated man in my life alone with my unconscious! Saying he's the most hated is saying a lot having Drake in the picture. "All he told me is you'll fell better when you wake up!"

"I still don't trust him!" 

"Learn to" I turned to see Batman standing not far from me. "What did to me!?" 

"It's not what I did you should be worried about. Someone poisoned you so you'd get sick." What? Should I believe him? "Bruce, why would somebody poison Damian just so he'd get sick? Don't people poison other when they want them you know, dead?" That's not happy to think about. Somebody wants me dead. Possibly the same person that took Todd and Drake.

"He or she might want him dead but failed at this. Check this out" 

Dick's POV

I took a pile of envelopes from Bruce's hand, why were they all for Damian? No return address either. What was written inside is what was the interesting thing.  I looked up at Bruce almost angry. "How long has this been happening and why did you wait to tell me?"

"They started happening like a week or so ago." 

"You waited to tell me why?"

"I thought they were nothing, after all no one was threatening to kill him!" 

"Kill who?" I spun around and saw Damian. "Um, the Joker! Yeah, Superman is gonna kill the Joker and Bruce needs to stop him! Batman, why don't you do that before Supey kills your job?" I pushed him out of the Batcave. I sighed in relief. "So, Superman is gonna kill Joker?"

"Yeah!"

"What are those papers?"

"Um....... I'm getting divorced!"

"You're married?"

"Yeah, I......got drunk and did some crazy crap! So yeah!"

"How come this is the first I've heard of her?"

"It was a he!"

"A he?"

"I was drunk I told you!!" 

Damian's POV

That idiot better not think for a second I believe his sob story. I heard everything they said, but I couldn't let them know that. I took one more glance at what he had and nearly had a heart attack. Bruce wouldn't dare give him that! I was wondering where that was, but Bruce had it the whole time?! Richard looked my way. "You okay?"

"Where'd you get that?"

"Get what?" He shifted through his handful of papers then froze when he got to "it" and then shrugged. "Don't know what you're talking about. Let's head home okay?" 

We left soon and made it back late. Richard sent me to bed. I went into my room and saw Alfred (the cat) and Titus on my bed. I sighed and pet Alfred. "What am I gonna do?" 

Dick's POV

I had it. The one thing he trusted not even me with. I had it in my hands. Damian's "thought book" but we all teased him calling it a diary. He wrote in it a lot, now I have it. Was it wrong that I really wanted to read it and I was going too? nah!

I opened it up filled with excitement. I was surprised, some of this was deep. Of course, and I didn't expect this, he didn't write 'dear diary' because he's Damian Wayne! I started to read from the first entree. 

A/N: I always imagined Damian having a journal! XD