Dick's P.O.V

After my little chat with Bruce, I decided it was time to go to bed. I walked by Damian's room, he was awake with his dog.

"Damian, it's late" Damian jumped and looked my way.

"What are doing up so late kiddo?"

"I was just thinking. What are you doing up?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said you were going to sleep."

"Oh yeah. I couldn't sleep." Damian was looking at me kinda weird. I looked at Titus.

"Come. Damian needs to rest." Titus jumped down and strutted out of the room. 

"Hey little D, what's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"You seem off. Do need to talk about something?"

"No! Well, yes. You aren't hiding anything are you?" I froze. Does he know? Did someone tell him? Or did he find out himself?

"I asked you a question Grayson."

"No. Why? Who told you!" Someone must've told him!

"Excuse me? You're hiding something. I know it. Just tell me."

"I'm sorry little D. I can't tell you. Just forget about it" I flipped the lights off.

"Goodnight!"

Damian's P.O.V

He still refuses to tell me! That jerk! I'm done! I grabbed a backpack from under my bed. I threw some clothes and shoes and other miscellaneous necessities. I grabbed my phone and stopped. Was I really about to run away? Yes. I guess I was. I shoved my phone in. I put the backpack on and went out the door.

When I put my hand on the doorknob, Titus barked at me.

"Sh! Stay boy." Titus barked again. I heard someone coming downstairs. I grabbed Titus's collar and ran out the door. I guess he was coming with me. I was going with my dog. I guess I was running away. I am running away.

Titus was satisfied now that he was coming with me. It was chilly out. I put my jacket on and looked down the dark streets. I took one last look at the manor then began to run.

"Come on boy! Let's see what happens." Titus followed with pride. I began to run. Titus ran beside me. I was sure they would try to call me. I took my phone out. I didn't know who they were by numbers anymore, I don't think I should do this. I was gonna delete everyone's contacts. I might be over reacting, but I can't help it. I couldn't help any of my personality. 

I wish I could accept who I am. But, my life stinks. I don't care what Grayson says, I'm just fine. I don't care about how it effects my attitude. I can't help any of this. How I feel, how I act, any of it. I have no control over it. 

I was at least a few miles down the street. Grayson called. I sent it voicemail. Unfortunately, it played out loud.

"Damian! Where did you go!? Please just answer! You're gonna get hurt! Damian please!" I sighed. There was no way I was answering. But, he called at least 30 more times. Finally, I answered.

"I have no intention to talk!"

"Damian you answered! Please come back! I'm sorry! I couldn't tell you! Please don't do this!"

"Grayson, you lied to me."

"You're gonna get hurt out there! On the streets of Gotham! Dear lord! Please! I'm sorry!"

"I won't forgive you. I'm not just a little kid. I can handle myself and I'm gonna prove it!"

"Dami-" I hung up. He was always protective of my feeling.  It's hard to understand why though. Everything is hard to understand.

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Okay, I'll clear up why he's saying feelings is so hard to understand. Damian has Asperger Syndrome. That's a high functioning autism. He has a hard time understanding other's feelings and that is also why he has aggression problem . Dick tries to get him to go to a doctor for it but Damian refuses and storms off. Dick has to comfort him later.