Damian's POV...

I slipped into my window. I didn't want to face father right now. I could live with a broken arm through the night. I turned to go to sleep, but the lights turned on. Father was standing there. He'd been waiting for me to get back. "Where were you?" He asked sternly.

I shrugged. "Out."

Father narrowed his eyes at me. "You're hurt. Let's get you taken care of."

I sighed and pulled off my mask, setting it to the side. I followed Father downstairs. Alfred was waiting with a first aid kit. "My word!" He exclaimed when he saw me. I sat on a bar stool and let him fix me up. While he did that, Father decided to interrogate me.

"Where were you?" He asked again, a little nicer sounding than before.

I sighed, decided to answer him. "I disrupted a meeting of drug dealers. Don't worry, they won't be on the streets for a while."

"Why did you want to go on your own?" Father growled, sounding more like Batman than Bruce Wayne.

"I don't want to be just your sidekick," I said. "I want to be my own hero! Make a name for myself! I was born to be a leader. I can't just be a follower my entire life."

"So you want to quit being Robin..." Father sounded sad.

I shrugged. "Well, no. But I also want to do my own thing. You've got me on a leash, and I hate it! I don't want to be tied down. I've gotta..."

"Be a hero," Father finished with a sigh. "I understand. As long as you explain your missions before hand. If they sound too dangerous, I'm going with you, got it?"

I sighed. "Fine."

"Now, about those dealers...?"

"Twelve of them. They started a fight below and I used the distraction to my advantage. And I didn't kill any, if that's what your wondering." I dared him to challenge me. He seemed to always ask that and it drove me insane!

Father nodded. "Good."

"I left them for the police to pick up." I didn't mention the bloody R I put on one of the dealer's forehead. I don't think he would approve of the mark, especially since it was made out of blood.

Alfred finished up on my knife and head wounds and now was working on my broken arm. I winced slightly when he moved it, but let him try and fix it. He was the professional. He put my arm in a splint. "This'll hold. It's not a bad break and should heal well."

I nodded. I let my arm fall limp. I'd probably be on the field again in a week, even if I had to go out with a cast on. Both father and Alfred knew that.

I went up to my room and took my Robin uniform off, careful not to mess up my arm. I slipped into some pajamas before going downstairs. I realized Alfred hadn't taken care of my ankle. I went into the bathroom and wrapped it up myself. It was only a sprain, so it wouldn't bother me too much, but I might be walking with a limp for a few days.

I snuck into the kitchen and grabbed a snack. Alfred didn't like food to be taken out of the kitchen, but I was never one to follow rules. I grabbed a bag of chips and a bottle of water before going back to my room. I wasn't tired yet, so I decided to read as I ate. I still hadn't finished Dickens and I was only halfway through Great Expectations, so I grabbed it and started to read.

After a while, I started to get bored. I glanced down at Titus. He was fast asleep. I laid down, my eyes starting to close...

-Just as the emergency alarms started to go off. I jumped, alert. Titus was awake too, barking loudly. I opened my door and he ran down the hallway. My leg felt like it was on fire as I half limped, half ran downstairs to see what the commotion was.

The front door was broken down and a man with a shotgun was standing there. He gave me a crooked grin and aimed the shotgun at my chest. He was just about to shoot when Titus ran into him, full force, knocking him over. His bullet went into the ceiling.

Father and Alfred ran out, both in their pajamas. I'd never seen Alfred look so improper. His hair was a mess and he wasn't wearing a suit and tie. I turned my attention back to the criminal.

He was pushing Titus off him. He looked like he was about to shoot him. I have to admit, I liked Titus. He was someone I could talk to whenever I wanted and didn't judge me for what I said. I asked him about all my decisions. Neither Bat Cow nor my cat Alfred would listen to me. I ran towards the man to stop him from shooting my dog. "Stop!" I yelled.

My yell stole the man's attention long enough for Titus to bite the man in the arm. The man cried out and shot my dog in the front leg. Titus whimpered and limped away, licking his wound.

"Titus!" I called out. Father grabbed me by the arm. "Damian, stop!"

I tried to get free of his grip but it was no use.

The man pointed the gun straight at me. "I want one thing, and one thing only. I want a million bucks right now, no tricks, no cries for help, no resistance. If not, I'll kill your little brat then your butler. Got it, Wayne?"

Father swallowed and nodded his head. He handed me to Alfred, who put an arm protectively on my shoulder. I didn't even notice. I was still looking at Titus. He was in pain and I couldn't stand it. I turned to Alfred. "Can you help him?"

Something hard hit the back of my head. Stars exploded in my sight and I stumbled into Alfred's arms. "Master Damian!" Alfred exclaimed. I blinked the stars away and the pain slowly subsided. I glanced behind me. The man grabbed me by the shirt. "Keep quiet ya little runt."

"B-but my dog..."

He hit me again. "Ah, shut up! It's just a stupid animal." He threw me, hard, against the wall. I grunted and rubbed my shoulder.

He pressed the gun to my forehead and turned to Alfred. "Go see what's taking you master so long," he snarled, pressed the gun deeper. I knew it would leave a mark.

Alfred hurried off. I was alone with a man that wanted to kill me. I knew that if I put one toe out of place, disobeyed one order, my brains would be splattered against the wall.

"Sit down," the man commanded. I did so, biting back a retort. I hated being Damian Wayne. I couldn't do anything to fight back.

It had been five minutes. "Come on, Wayne!" The man yelled. "Get your butt over here in under a minute or I'll kill this brat of yours!"

"You won't be killing anyone tonight," said a low voice behind the man.

He spun around to face Batman. He didn't look too happy. I hid my smirk with a fake-grateful smile. "Batman!" I said in fake surprised, mimicking all the people I've heard over the course of being Robin.

"Let the kid go and come peacefully."

The man took the gun off my head and aimed it at my Father's heart. "You ready to die, Batman?"

Batman simply threw a batarang, knocking the gun out of the man's hand. He yelped in surprise and tried to run. I tripped him, acting like it was an accident. The man crashed to the floor and Batman tried him up easily. "Don't worry, your safe now," he told me, keeping up the act. He even ruffled my hair. I smiled, but it didn't make it to my eyes. They said, I'll kill you for this later.

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So I added a little bit of the comics in there, but I really like Damian's pets.

Also, I don't think I wrote him perfectly, but sue me