After a fight with Trigon, Dick is pulled through a portal into hell and finds himself badly injured in a completely hostile world.
Left to his own devices and surrounded by all kinds of monsters, Dick has only one option. Survive as long as possibl...
Like spotlights, the bright rays of sunlight fell between all the fleecy clouds as Damian sat outside, enjoying the weather with his pets. Alfred the cat lay purring beside him and Titus occasionally slept grunting at the side of his outstretched feet, while Batcow enjoyed fresh blades of grass of the green meadow in the distance.
Damian liked this spot behind the Manor, where nature still dominated and allowed him to take a break from everyday stress. Instead of rustling computers, the leaves of the adjacent forest rustled in the shallow wind, and instead of the villains that always screamed at him when he is on patrol, all kinds of birds now sang to each other.
He had truly come to love this peaceful place over time. Not even Arabia had such vast oases and biodiversity as this one.
Briefly closing his eyes, the boy leaned more against the stone he was sitting in front of and enjoyed the moment of peace he found himself in.
It was a beautyful August day. To be exact, the ninth of August. Damian's 13th birthday and he spent the afternoon sitting out here alone with all his animals and drew sketches of familiar faces to further develop his skills in that field.
Although his father had promised to be present today, the Justice League and an important meeting at Waynecorp did not allow him. After all, Alfred had surprised Damian with a cake this morning when he had just returned from his night patrol. *
The corners of Damian's mouth automatically moved upward as he thought back to it. He shared his experience with the stone he was leaning against:
"Alfred made me a strawberry vanilla cake today. Not my first choice, but it was a nice surprise and quite tasty. Father is unfortunately not here, but I didn't expect him to be. He may have promised, however, I know how busy he always is. You should know that best of all."
Damian shifted his weight a bit and looked off into the distance at Batcow, before continuing:
"I wonder if you would have come? Probably not. After all, you would have had plenty to do in Bludhaven, too. But come to think of it, you never know with your boozy ideas. It's like that movie I saw the other day. Comparable to a box of chocolates."
Damian slid down a bit on the plain headstone, which had the inscribtion Richard-John Grayson, and pulled one of his legs up so he could casually continue with his sketches.
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Relaxed, the boy continued talking:
"You won't believe this, but Todd sent me a message today with 'Happy Birthday brat' on the cell phone he gave me that day. I am surprised that this weirdo knows my birthday date and congratulates me. After all, he doesn't even get fathers's straight."
An amused snort left his nose as he thought about it, and casually he stroked Alfred once through his black fur, who returned it gratefully with a loud purr.
