a/n: This may be a triggering chapter with sensitive topics such as suicide and murder and torture.

  Why is it only now that Danica cared about talking too much? She would shut up sometimes, and just glare t whoever spoke. Sometimes Ben would even refuse to look at anyone and he mentioned something about not wanting to talk. Because everything was hard enough as it is.

Damian had left the cave upon the moment Danica confirmed that she was his daughter, meaning her connection to Bruce was that she was his granddaughter. Which explains how she was able to leave the glass cell. In her future, he must have told her about it. And she used it to her advantage.

You would have given anything to be back in your sleep again, this was too much. It really was. And finding out that Damian Wayne was Robin? Finding out that you had a daughter, and a deranged son? With him? Sorry, but you're going to refuse to believe it. This is probably just a dream, right? This is like, a trip on magic mushrooms. Danica was taking everything so seriously though, she didn't laugh or smile. And she kept a normal expression the entire time that begged everyone to take her seriously.

Danica finally understood something, though. That nothing she was doing was working. Still, everyone was skeptical about her. Some things she said didn't add up to everyone, such as how Damian could even want to have a kid. Not just one, but two. And name one of them after Jason? Jason and Tim? Damian wouldn't admit it, but Dick was probably his most favored brother. So it made sense that he would name someone after him if he ever did have children. But the fact still remains, Damian, with children?

"You said Ben didn't share the same dad you guys had. Mind spilling?" Jason asked, leaning against a desk with high tech gadgets and tools surrounding it. Baterangs with bombs, with trackers, grappeling hooks and such. Things like that, canisters of explosive gel. Not something he should be leaning against, but with crossed arms inside his favored brown leather jacket he did such actions.

"Yes, I do mind." Ben quickly cut off, glaring at the male with guns in his holsters on the other side of the room. White strands of hair flipped in before Jason's eyes as he scoffed, thinking the answer was only slightly obvious by the way he spoke to him. As long as Jason wasn't biologically involved? He didn't really seem to care much. And since he wasn't involved that way? He only found this amusing.

In all honesty, you wanted to jump off a roof or something right now. But that would have only helped Danica. Nobody really knew this, not even Ben, she had other...alternatives, if all of her plans didn't work out. If push came to shove? She would kill you if she had too, and she wasn't going to hesitate.

Danica knew she might die, so most of her actions became very reckless and she threw herself into danger much more often than she really should be doing. Aside from being apart of Batman inc. it was only obvious anyone associated with the vigilante had some issues regarding their own safety just to help out other people.

But when it came to the lives of close to a million people at the most estimated? Danica didn't give a damn over what she had to do do make sure her brother didn't go through with what it was he was doing. Ever since he got even more deeper into what he was doing, it became more than just criminals. Just people who didn't listen. That's why this is so important to Danica, that everything changes.

Nobody knew that she was willing to kill you if it meant she got what she wanted. But everyone, and by everyone meaning  Bruce, Tim, Jason and Dick, started to put together how Damian was when he just started as Robin and long before. That was how he naturally was. Who's to say that that isn't how Danica is? Who's to say that Danica doesnt have the same mind set of that deranged Ten year old Talia let off of her tail six years ago? Aside from the obvious counter-argument, that Danica wanted to prevent the lives of so many people from dying out due to her brother. Who obviously had the ten year old Damian Al Ghul mind set. Maybe even worse.

But part of that resided in Danica.

While Danica spoke, you took this as your oppurtunity to leave. Everyone was so busy with her, so distracted, so paranoid. You got up from the cot and walked around the cave for a little bit. It was decently big, which made it easy for you to sneak around while everyone had their focus beamed at Danica instead.

You walked around barefoot, in the same clothes you were wearing before. The light (f/c) tank top that hung well loose over a pair of jean shorts that had green splatters of paint on the sides. The pockets turned inside out from earlier when you were trying to find a spare ticket for something, you remembered. It wasn't all that long ago when everything was fine and normal, everybody was just having fun.

You frowned to yourself as you swung your hands behind your back and stared at the ground as you walked. The grey, hard rock hurt beneath your bare feet. You could see bruises forming on your shins already from earlier. You cringed whenever you stepped on a small pointed rock in the cave. All of this was real, you were in the batcave. And Damian Wayne was Robin. This was real, and it wasn't a dream or a nightmare.

You sighed heavily, peering down over the edge of a drop off in the cave. It'd be a long way down, and you'd probably ask someone who'd fallen, but how far? And did it hurt? Was it a painless landing, or was it one that left you alive, but in a wheel chair and unable to sit up normally. Would you regret it, or would you not be there afterwords to feel anything.

The thought came to your mind, how easy would it be to just let go. To just get rid of all of this and what's going on in your head then to just let your body go limp and fall over the side. You knew that after this night, nothing would be the same. Nothing would ever be like it was before. You'd be kept under a special watch because you knew who the batman was. You knew who Red hood was, you knew who Nightwing was, and you knew who Robin and Red Robin were. And if you weren't kept under a special watch that made you feel violated and paranoid? You'd be out in the open, with nobody to watch over you. abducted every now and then, possibly tortured. All to get the names out of you.

The lives those people in the other side of the cave have said, would it all be worth you slipping up one terrible day because you couldn't take anymore pain? Would it be worth your own life? You don't have the right to think that it is, when you're standing over an edge and wondering how painful it would be to fall.

You felt a burning behind your eyes and just ended up sitting down on the ledge, leaning against a large rock and letting your bare feet and legs dangle over the side, the cold air pressing against them and making the bones feel hollow and very visible. It was an odd feeling, you don't think you've ever been this cold before.

You could hear them talking in the distance due to the echoes of the cave. Jason had wanted to know how she got that scar under her eyelid, and from what you could hear? It was pretty graphic and sounded painful. Someone had tried to remove her eye apparently, and failed. The failing made it worse than it sounds. You tried not to listen to any of the conversation, as she spoke more about proof that she was Bruce Wayne's grand-daughter.

You focused back at the dark abyss before you, watching your breath in the air as you exhaled. That cold.  You shivered a bit, feeling your lungs as though they had shards of ice in them. To say the least you weren't fond of this feeling. You felt hollow and helpless.

So the danger this entire time, it came from Danica? And not your father? Suddenly, you regretted all that fighting you did with your brother, every single little thing you ever said to him as an insult. It wasn't even truly his fault. None of this was his fault, only the personal bits though. Like hiding things from you. But that would have been dragged out into the light eventually. No matter how.

You felt a bit of a breeze make it uneasy for you to remain on the ledge, feeling that the simplest things would just push you right off with ease. It made you feel weak. The hollow helplessness ignited through your body, and sent  wave of an empty cold through your body from your head to your toes. You had to shut your eyes tight and hold onto the rock to your side to ignore it. Pursing your lips shut tight, you just wished that you weren't here right now.

You looked up to the stalacites above head, seeing the large, and long pointed rocks above. They could kill a person all too easy, like icesicles? Not really, but more painful possibly. You didn't know. But you don't feel like testing it. You can assume that getting a large stab of rock through your head that impaled you to the place you sat through your body wasn't a good feeling.

Beyond the stalacites, you saw bright red. Narrowing your eyes to focus in on it, you noticed they were eyes. Well, it's called the batcave for a reason. You whimpered a bit out of fear, and snapped your eyes away and focused back on the ground below. You couldn't even see the ground, but you tried to imagine where it was at. Which didn't help your ever growing anxiety about this place.

You felt a breeze come by and move your hair off of your shoulders, letting (H/l) (h/c) locks and strands go beyond your shoulders and in front of your vision, so you'd pull your hair back behind your ears and go back to focusing on nothing. When you came to know that you'd probably wasted about fifteen minutes doing nothing but pitying yourself in this position? You got up from the ledge of the cave you sat on, following the blue lights back to the cot you slept on.

Well, that was your initial plan anyways. You followed the bright blue guide lights, but they didn't lead you to the cot.

You followed the small lights, they were bright yet they came from tiny bulbs you assumed were LED. There was a waterfall in the cave that you walked past, when you move movements too loud you were aware of it when the sounds of bats above head shrieked at the sounds you made. Scaring you into making slower and less loud movements.

You shimmied away from tight walls, avoided water at all costs but it was found fruitless at one point when the only way through to follow the blue lights was right under another waterfall, so you went under it quickly and only got minorly a little wet. Not wet enough to give you a cold, but wet enough for it to become a hinderance to your movements.

You had locks of (h/c) hair stuck to your face, making it appear darker than it's natural color as the light radiated off of your head. Shoving those wet pieces of hair back with the other bits, so the only way your hair would naturally fall back into that place would be by the time it dried. In that case you would just end up shoving it behind an ear.

You found yourself at the foot of a set of stairs that lead upwards. The staircase was out of the same rock and stone the rest of the cave was, and on either side? Was the long line of blue lights.

You sighed before grabbing the railing, looking down as you took your first step upwards ascending to wherever this long set of stairs would take you.

But what you noticed was the familiar green domino mask of Robin thrown to the ground on the second step. Was Damian up there somewhere?