Mask off

Silent Night

The more Bruce looked over the case, the more it confused him. It has been almost six months since he had to bury his son, again. Damian could have done something that night. He had the ability to fight back, to escape. Why, why didn't he use them. The whole thing made Bruce want to yell. It didn't make sense, why would his son let the Joker kill him. Why didn't Bruce notice anything earlier? It didn't matter now, his son was dead. If only he had been quicker, notice that Damian was gone earlier. Maybe he would still be here.

Carrie noticed Bruce sulking by the computer. He would get like this whenever he would look over Damian's death. It was Carrie's duty as Robin to protect Batman from anything, even himself. Carrie walked over to the computer, standing right beside Bruce. "You should go to bed, it's late," Carrie said. Bruce just grunted, shaking his head. Carrie sighed, this man was ridiculous! "Bruce, it's late. You've had a long night" Carrie tried explaining. The words seemed to go through one of Bruce's ears and out of the other. Carrie grew frustrated with the man. "Go to bed, I can look over the case if you want" Carrie tried again. Bruce closed his eyes for a minute, before nodding.

"Thank you," Bruce said to the young girl. Carrie gave Bruce a weak smile, before stealing his spot in the chair. Bruce walked up to his room. He paused when he passed Damian's room. The door was closed. Bruce put his hand on the door nob, before pausing. He took a deep breath before opening the door. Bruce looked into the room, taking in the smell of his late son. The room looked sad and depressed. The room was bare, not having any painting or decorations in it. Just being in the room made Bruce want to cry. He remembered when his son would lie in that, being too small for a 15-year-old boy. Now, the room was just a memory he would have of his son.

He would never see Damian grow old. Never see him grow old, fall in love or even get heart-broken. His son won't get to experience the joys of adulthood. It isn't fair, that boy fought for everyone else, but nobody would fight for him. He worked himself to his inevitable end. Bruce slowly made his way to Damian's bed. The pillow's smelt like the shampoo Damian used. Bruce understood why nobody came into this room. It was a reminder of how bad they failed this boy. Bruce always pushed Damian on trusting his family, but the minute Damian trusted them, they let the Joker kill him.

If Damian came back to life, would he be like Jason. Wanting revenge and angry. If Damian even came back to life, would he want all of them in his life. Damian was on Bruce's mind a lot. Maybe it was revenge, for being murdered. It could just be guilt or sorrow. Bruce wouldn't know. Bruce realized how poorly he treated the boy. He was never there for Damian, not in the way he was supposed to be. He rarely saw the child outside of the costume. Fathers weren't supposed to be like that. They were meant to love and care for the child, but Bruce didn't do that. He neglected the boy, left him to his own life. Now, he is paying the consequence.

Bruce knew Damian could've escaped that night. He has beaten the Joker before, why couldn't he have done it then. The answer was clear, but Bruce didn't want to accept it. Damian wanted to die that night. He wanted to leave this earth, leave all of them behind. If they had given the boy more love, maybe he could still be here. It didn't matter now, Damian was six feet under. Bruce couldn't save Damian, but he won't let anyone else suffer. He wouldn't let anyone experience what Damian went through. He wouldn't fail anyone else. He would make sure that Damian's legacy never died.

Bruce just wished that Damian won't hate his family if he comes back to life.

(Hey guys! Hope you liked the chapter! I made a book called 'The Death of Robin' and it is just one-shots and what if's based on this series. If you like this book you can go check it out. I won't post on it a lot, but it will be mainly used when this series is done (: )