It's getting better. . . right?

We're Tired of Him

(part three)

Unlike a lot of people, Dick didn't think that Damian was a spawn born from hell.

He was still, after all, a kid.

But sometimes, even he had to agree that Damian could be a bit... much for a lot of people.

So Dick didn't blame them when they made their opinions of him clear.

But Dick also knew that if Damian loosened up a bit and held back with his provocative remarks, he would finally make friends with people that weren't forced to hang out with him in the first place.

It honestly shouldn't be as difficult as it was.

During Dick's time as Batman, he managed to see a softer side of Damian. He was understanding towards the victims, knowing when he should stop or continue pushing for information.

If he brought out that side of him more often, Dick knew that people might actually begin to tolerate him.

Not just as Robin, but as Damian Wayne as well.

He's heard Bruce's complaints of how many fights Damian has been in at the Academy. How many times Bruce had to pay them off just so that Damian could keep attending.

Dick didn't understand!

He knew that a lot of the kids there could be a bit brutal. But Damian was the biological son of Bruce Wayne! The kids and faculty members there were probably sucking it up to Damian. He had no doubt in his head that they treated him like a prince.

After all, people would do anything to get a percentage of the Wayne fortune.

He's had this talk with Damian so many times. But he guessed that he just ignored Dick's lecture, once more.

When will Damian realize that just because people treated him better than how they would normally treat other people-

It didn't mean that he should start fights just because for the sake of it.

He mentally instructed himself to talk to Damian after this whole plan. This time, he would make sure that Damian was listening.

Even if Dick had to blackmail him.

For a while, Damian might not be able to tolerate him for a while but he'll soon realize that it was for his own good. He'll realize that everything is easier when people don't hate you.

Dick was just looking out for his little brother. Was that so bad?

His hand knocked against the wooden door and when he received no answer, he carefully pulled it open.

Damian liked to keep his room to himself.

Usually, he didn't let anyone but Alfred in but sometimes...

Sometimes, he would allow Dick the privilege of entering for a few minutes before quickly kicking him out.

Dick was never allowed in Damian's room long enough for him to take in the vast space.

He could hear the shower running nearby.

Dick walked around the room. It was so disappointing. So empty.

It wasn't personalized at all.

The desk was the only thing that showed that it wasn't a guest room. But that it was, in fact, Damian's room.

Crunched-up papers and pens were scattered all over the surface.

If crunching up papers were considered murder, Damon would've broken the code several times.