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[Your P.o.v]
You didn't even get a block or two past the old and creaky police stations main doors, you ran as fast as you could and appreciated the head start you had gotten the advantage over Robin. He was pretty hellbent on going after you, yelling your name and throwing pebbles in the direction you ran, but not at you, to get you to slow down. He ran after you, in the dark and the only thing illuminating the paths afront the two of you is the dim and flickering gotham street lights. Bugs inside the bulb protectors creating buzzing sounds that were heard overhead. The only other sounds that were heard where the splashing of the old muddy dirty puddles you ran through, water going up to your left and your right and getting your ankles dirty. Some mud soaking into the tops of your black and red socks.

Even if you ran as fast as you could, not only was Robin at a physical advantage, but he also had a mental advantage over you at the current moment. with everything you were going through, the lies your brother was keeping from you. The secrets your Father had from the family, the secrets he had harboured about the work he did at Lexcorp, the only thing you knew about his job was he was an engineer that did work personally alongside Lex Luthor, who had plans of running for president. (Better than Donald trump at least.)

The feelings you were harvesting, the pent up emotions from the lies you knew you had been being told to. You knew something like this would happen but you refused to believe it. thinking it was nothing, thinking it would all just blow over and that none of this would be important in about a month or so. That your father would come home from Metropolis for more than just a week. To see your mother smile about it instead of being offended by the action. Knowing he would choose the work he does over the family. Even after adopting you.

The feeling of being scared, just the mention of Ava getting out of Arkham without being cured did things to you, emotionally. Not only did she physically come close to murdering you, but she left quite the mental stab too. And just the mention of her coming out from Batman, someone who you know you should take seriously by all means, it scared you. Oh it really did scare you beyond belief. More than anybody could know.

The feeling of utter betrayal, your older brother being the one person you told absolutely everyone too. And then finding out he's keeping all of this from you. All of these lies and secrets, and then  has the utter and completely audacity to keep it a secret when your family is in danger, your brother. your family. Your mother, your Father. They're your family, even if it seems like your mother's the only one that doesn't keep secrets. After knowing what you went through with your last set of adoptive parents, and your biological parents as well. And the rub salt into the wound, he didn't seem to think it was a serious threat. Not taking into account you could lose yet another family, this time a sibling included.

You didn't know if you could survive the pain of losing your parents again, and the pain of losing a sibling? you didn't want to know what that felt like.

So you ran. You ran as far away and as fast as your legs could carry you. Struggling for air to breathe, the chilled breezes giving you goosebumps as you ran. Arms swinging left and right, your body hunched forward as if to gain more speed that way. Hair sticking to the sides of your face as sweat started to form on your forehead. 

You knew he was close to you, you knew Robin was gaining on you. And he would have caught up to you, eventually. But if it weren't for you stumbling over a rock that slowed your steadfast pace down he would have caught up with you further along the street and not so soon.

You fell forward on your hands and knees, a loud cry of pain came out of your dry lips as your palms pushed against the hard broken and wet concrete. A stinging pain in your palms and your knees as you turned around and sat on the ground with your knees bent and your hands in front of you. Blood starting to show as the faint red drips dropped down your wrist, the new found scrapes on your palms and the burning pain in your right wrist signaled you might have sprained it. Small rocks had collected in your palms, you weren't crying but you were in enough pain to let hot breathes out and bite down on your lip.

You watched as Robin came closer, but instead he was walking seeing as he saw no real reason to run after you anymore seeing as you were sitting on the street ground. No cars usually come in this area at night due to the Gotham Police Department, nobody's that stupid anyways.

He stared at your hands and knees, the dark red pools that had largely grown over your knees through the light grey fabric, small rocks could be seen in your knee as the fabric had shown to have rips in it. You crashed pretty hard on the ground and not only did you hurt your wrist and palms, but you screwed your knees up pretty bad too. He knew you'd have some dark bruises and some nasty scars if you scratched at the injury.

"You're hurt." He said, standing in front of you and crossing his arms. He seemed so arrogant in this light, standing above you with the streetlight flickering above his head.

You let out a scoff, glared up at the taller boy before pushing yourself backwards, your knees aching so much when they bent, a hot burn in your joints of your knees that caused tears to threaten to spill over your cheeks and leave your eyes. but they didn't.

you got up, stood up, and tried to run. But the latching of Robins left arm hooking around your waist and pulling you tight to his chest, linking his thumb through one of your belt loops to gain a tighter grip on you. Grabbing a handful of the fabric and being sure not to pull it away from your body but rather to it to restrain you closer to him. His right hand reached across your abdomen and gripped your shoulder, clasping onto the fabric and gripping tightly to keep you still and him having the upper hand.

Due to the height difference, you had your back arched and you stood on the tips of your toes, your chin pointed slightly upwards to the light, you had squinted your eyes ever so slightly but the light wasn't too bothersome for you.

Your body gave a solid twitch in response to the unwanted and surprising physical contact. One of your arms was unable to move, pinned under his arm that had the lower grip on you around the waist. A free hand outstretched into thin air and grasping at nothing, or anything you could get your hands on.

You reached your hand up and traced your fingers harshly along his wrist that was holding your shoulder, gripping his hand with your finger nails and digging your medium length, almond shaped nails into his wrist. It really wasn't helping the situation,m but it really wasn't doing anything to him either. If anything it was annoying him and pissing him off, the acute pain doing little to nothing besides make him wince as you started to tear at the skin and reveal small bits of red, not blood yet. But if you pushed any harder or pinched deeper he is pretty sure you would cause him to bleed.

While the incident was happening, you couldn't really help but let the memory resurface of the last time you had been with Robin, or let alone even saw him in person. The last time you were this close to him. Hell, in truth the last time you saw him was nearly or practically six years ago when you were ten years old, assuming he was around the same age the feeling of nostalgia is mutual. But not to be paid attention to at the moment. Being held so close to him like this, your back pressed against his chest. The height difference, every now and then you would let out a pained moan of a sharp breath.

"Stop fighting!" He muttered, lips touching the shell of your ear. This gave you a flinch, your body reacting to the hot breath down the back of your neck. He noticed you had stopped moving around so much due to the sudden and surprising act, in this he gained his chance to grip you even tighter and restrain you to further measures while you were unmoving. Your eyes shut closed tightly, lips pursing into a thin line. His grip made an impact on you, not making it harder for you to breathe but not so it was a big major deal. The struggling you made only made it worse in any attempt to pry his fingers off of you or shake out of his strong hold.

[Damian/Robin's P.o.v]

Damian watched as you struggled, your breaths being visible in the cold air, the soft panting you would let out that was almost going undetected by his ears. Your face visibly reddened, spreading to your ears and he could practically feel your body heating up against his thin kevlar suit.

You had gotten so far so quick, it really bothered him he actually had to try just a little bit to catch up to you. But it was mostly the fear and emotions that made you go so fast, unaware of what you were truly doing. He knew this.

You pinched his hand again, didn't you know that this did nothing to him? He was mentally scolding you, telling you that if you were going to try and hurt him, do something else. Fight back differently. Fight back more logically. And for the love of god, don't do the same thing twice.

Damin keeps thinking to himself, this is only the second time you've seen him as Robin. But as Damian, you see him almost daily.

As Damian, the two of you fight and argue, sometimes it's more than just words but it actually gets physical. Not too far, though. As Damian, the two of you sometimes often think about each other and wonder if you do truly hate one another. As Damian, he watched you grow up ever since he started going to the Academy when he was ten. He'd practically known you for all of his life, all of his life that he actually cared to remember that is. As Damian, the only time the two of you are ever this close is in situations in P.E, and even then it's never this close. As Damian, and not Robin. The two of you give the other one looks when one isn't watching, with a look of admiration or just an overall calmness. Disregarding the hateful thoughts about one another, and wondering what it would be like to just be in eachother's company and have it be planned, not at school. But being friends.  Or just being in each other's presence with no fighting or bickering. As Damian, he wonders if he can truly care for you and get past all the hateful moments the two of you share. But then, this process just...starts over again.

As Robin, though. He was the one who pried your tight fingers away from your fathers cold corpse, the fabric actually had been ripped from your grip. As Robin, he had been the one to carry you over his shoulder to the Gotham Police station by force. As Robin, he tried to get you to talk about your parents murder right after it happened it seemed. As Robin, you let your true feeling spill out as the tears did to. Screaming and sobbing into his chest. As Robin, he had given you a piece of himself, the cape. And now? As Robin? He's the one to help inform you that your family is built on lies.

He was caught out of his thoughts when he felt a hard pressure pushing against everything from his waist and to his chest, you had backed up into him with force. Enough to make him stumble backwards a little bit but his grip on you didn't loosen enough for you to move away from him or shake him off. You raised a foot while Robin was a bit dazed, slamming it down on his steel toed green combat boot. It didn't do much either, hence the steel. But you could feel the metal underneath dent a bit due to the sheer force and pressure applied by the sudden slamming of your heel on his boot. He let out a groan of pure annoyance, feeling the metal come close to caving in on his foot. You'd have no idea how often this actually happens, so it's starting to cave in after all this time. Which can be a really bad thing. Exactly what you were really going for, in all honesty really.

You noticed that he didn't seem to have been wearing gloves on his hands, the dim light kept you from being able to see his hands very well but it was enough for you to guide your next physical action.

you clamped your teeth down on his bare hand, applying as much pressure as possible and even jerking your head left and right a few times to break to skin a very decent amount. It would bruise really bad and leave permanent scarring if he scratched at it too much. You didn't unclamp your teeth for possibly a solid forty five seconds, those seconds filled with Robins loud groans and stifled yells of pain. Only natural for just about anyone, really. Damian may be Robin but he only has a certain level of pain tolerance.

You didn't unclamp until your mouth started to fill with the warm liquid that tasted of coppery metallic, at this point he had almost completely loosened his grip over you, for enough to at least allow you to slip out of his tight grip.

You spat at the ground near his feet, splatters of blood reaching the ground close to his green boots. Blood that had dribbled down your chin was wiped off with the back of your hand, a demanding look on your face and a threatening glare placed itself over your eyes, narrowing intimidatingly. Eyebrows furrowed, your law was tight as you locked eye contact with him. Robin stood in front of you with wide eyes hidden behind the green domino mask, holding his hand tightly to stop any bleeding.

"Do not follow me." Was the last thing you said before turning around and making your way down the street and running as far as you could, this time you actually got away.

Little did you know, Damian had placed a tracker on the back of your shirt while he held you in that tight embrace.