It's getting better. . . right?

I'm confused

(Part 1)

Ever since Damian had that weird experience with his brother's, it was like everyone's personality towards him did a whole 180. Like a switch has been flipped.

He suspects that the meta-human they fought had something to do with it.

However, whenever he brought it up, everyone seemed to change the subject. As if they didn't want Damian to know who they fought or how he got injured.

It was both annoying and suspicious.

His nose crinkled in disgust, he wanted his old teammates back.

Even though he hated how he was treated, at least he knew that their actions towards him weren't fake.

If anything, he knew that he deserved it.

He ruined everything. He was nothing but a mistake that they couldn't get rid of.

Everything they did towards him was justified. No matter how much it hurts.

So, why. Why are all of them being so adequate towards him now?

It doesn't make sense.

"Father," Damian announced as soon as he stepped foot into the office.

"Damian," the man acknowledged, glancing down at his son. "Is there something that you need?"

"I was wondering if you could tell me about the mission that the Titans had a few days ago. I believe it happened somewhere around midnight." he paused before adding, "No one is willing to give me any details about it."

His father stared at him in puzzlement, "You guys haven't had a night mission for a while. Are you sure that you even had one?"

Damian nodded, "That's what everyone told me. Plus, they've all been acting weird." His eyes met his father's as he seriously said, "I believe that everyone has been hit with some type of mind control meta-human."

Bruce only raised an eyebrow at his youngest's declaration. "As far as I know, meta-humans like that haven't gone near your team. Much less you brothers."

He mentally sighed.

Of course, he wouldn't believe Damian. Why should he?

Seeing no reason to continue this conversation, Damian nodded and turned away, walking towards his room. He knew better than to assume that his father would want to spend any more time with him.

After all, he was nothing but a mistake. His father didn't choose to raise him the way he chose to raise the others. He was forced to by his mother.

That's the difference between him and his siblings. His father chose them and he didn't choose Damian.

It might hurt him to admit it but it's the truth. Bruce will never love Damian the way he loves his other protégés.

As he laid on his bed, he couldn't help but be confused by the whole ordeal. Everyone told him that there was a mission that happened to take place at night. Yet, his father said that there was no mission.

If there was no mission, then why was everyone acting so weird towards him. Nothing made sense.

Whenever Damian tried to connect the dots on what caused his team's whole personality change, he got nothing. All he remembered was waking up with a massive headache.

For some reason, Damian missed the feeling of being hurt. He had become used to it. And when his teammates didn't make the snide, mocking comments they usually made, it felt weird to him.