Damien Wayne One-shots / Two-Shots book

The conjuring.

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-Damian enjoys scary movies, thinking of them as his own life

-He watches the conjuring movie for the first time with his family, but doesn't get scared and everyone finds that 'freak-ish' (most of the boys, EXCEPT DUKE BC HE'S TOO PRECIOUS! also, Selina is in this, bc I fucking love her!)

-People who think it's weird: Bruce,Dick, Jason, Barbra, Tim, and Kori

The youngest bat sat there on the floor, his family spread out around the large living space. The movie started, Annabelle popping up on screen scaring his family...but not him, Damian has seen way worse than a mere doll. He's gone through hell (Literally) and back. He's had to watch as his own mother tortured him for not being 'her perfect child' he's had to go through the pain of being Bruce Wayne's son. The batman's robin. The grandson of Ras Al Ghul. He could care less about what this movie had to do with horror, all he cared about is how much this movie represented his life. He sat there, his cold emerald eyes having an unusual look to them, he was....happy? Was he happy that the character was getting help, was he happy because people were being haunted? The young boy never showed emotion, this was a new sight for his family. To them this movie was....scary? No, it was just new, they just watched with horrified faces, covering their eyes at the jump scares, but not Damian.

He sat there, taking in the scenes with a blank expression....his brothers who he saw more than almost anyone, his father, his oldest brothers ex-girlfriend, and his oldest brothers girlfriend (or wife, WHATEVER LADS!) all sat there looking at him with a weird look on their face, like they were scared of him. He just stared back, his body language not telling anything, like he was trained to do. Like he was taught, by getting killed over and over again to do. He stood and went up the stairs, tears collecting in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He closed his door, thinking of how scared his family looked, how terrified they were, of him! 

'That's not fucking fair!' He thought, sitting there on his bed as someone knocked on his door, It was his step-mother, Selina Kyle. The woman was always nice to Damian, made him hate his real mother even more. But none of that mattered now, all there was left to do was either keep the door closed or open it and let her see him, in his state, the 1st option was safer, better, and all around the best. For him at least...

He left the door closed, making his way to his dresser, he opened it and took out some clothes. He grabbed his suitcase, school backpack and robin suit. He grabbed a pocket knife he kept on him and lifted up a floor board like he had done when he first got into the room, he grabbed a black duffel bag and opened it. He saw the money he had saved up from his past birthdays, holidays, and bribes to keep his mouth shut. He had about 50,000 dollars (Rich people, am I right?) and a flip phone, so his family couldn't track him. He just needed to get away...just leave this all behind. It was exhausting to him, he couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't do anything without a 'suicidal' though popping into his head. He hated getting criticized by everyone, his family, the media, people, civilians, his mother, grandfather, his aunt, cousin....and he felt judged even when alone, he just couldn't get a break!

He grabbed the rest of the things he needed, his sketchbook, his earbuds, his books, clothes, hygiene things, his walkman (so he can listen to music and not get tracked, not that he thought he would. But you can never be too safe.), and other things. He packed all his stuff. Selina's voice now sounded desperate. People had joined him, Stephanie, Duke, Harper, Cass, Kate, others...He was just tired and couldn't listen anymore.  He opened his window and grabbed his stuff, he threw them out the window, but kept his more 'personal and fragile' things in a bag that was on his back. He jumped out the window and landed, keeping his cool as he would at the league. He quickly grabbed his things and ran. He ran anywhere but stopped at a hotel, telling the workers a sob story while keeping his head down so no-one knew it was him. He already had an alias, his new name was 'Carter Jonathan King' he never used the same name twice, but here he kinda needed to...

He quickly grabbed his key card and got into the elevator, studying everything about how normal people lived. It was quite sad, actually. Most of them were pretending to be fine, they were depressed. He quickly acted like them and no-one thought anything of it. Well, almost everyone....this girl....she looked a lot like Harley, she gave him a weird look but then just smiled, almost like....Harley!?