Angst Damian Wayne One Shots

The Unseen Battle

The night sky over Gotham was a blanket of darkness, interrupted only by the flickering lights of the city below. Damian Wayne stood on the edge of a rooftop, a shadow against the backdrop of the bustling metropolis. He adjusted his cape, feeling the weight of his family legacy pressing down on him. He was the son of Batman, the Robin who fought alongside heroes, yet tonight, he felt like a stranger in his own skin.

"Damian, are you with us?" Tim Drake's voice crackled through his earpiece, breaking through his thoughts. Damian focused, shaking off the haze clouding his mind.

"Of course. I'm ready," he replied, trying to inject confidence into his tone. But even he could hear the slight edge of frustration in his voice. The Teen Titans were counting on him, and he couldn't afford to let his inner turmoil show. He had to maintain the façade of the confident, capable hero he pretended to be.

"Alright, let's move," Tim said, and with that, the mission began. They were tracking down a group of villains who had been causing chaos in Gotham. It should have been straightforward, but something felt off tonight. The tension in the air was palpable, a storm brewing beneath the surface.

As they descended into the shadows of an abandoned warehouse, Damian's thoughts drifted back to the emotions he was desperately trying to suppress. Ever since the incident during his last mission, when he had accidentally caused the death of a gang member, he had been fighting a battle within himself. The guilt gnawed at him, turning his thoughts dark and twisted. He felt like a monster, unworthy of the mantle he wore.

"Damian, keep your focus," Tim called again, pulling him back into the moment. The others were moving ahead, but Damian lagged behind, his mind racing.

"Just a moment," he muttered, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He watched as the team engaged the villains, feeling a surge of anger and frustration bubbling beneath his calm exterior. Why couldn't he just let it go? Why couldn't he be the hero everyone expected him to be?

As they fought their way through the warehouse, he felt the pressure building within him. He dodged and weaved, taking down enemies with a flurry of precise strikes. But with each punch he threw, the darkness inside him seemed to grow. The flashes of the boy's lifeless face haunted him, reminding him of his past mistakes.

"Damian, behind you!" Raven shouted, breaking through his thoughts just in time. He turned to see a villain lunging at him, a knife glinting in the dim light. Reacting instinctively, he lashed out, but his anger clouded his judgment.

In a split second, he saw the attacker stumbling back, but then something went wrong. The force of his blow sent the villain careening into a wall, but in the chaos, he lost sight of his teammates. To his horror, he noticed that he had struck too hard, causing a nearby teammate to fall back and hit their head against the concrete. The world slowed to a crawl as Damian's breath caught in his throat.

"Beast Boy!" he shouted, panic clawing at his chest. The team's laughter faded, replaced by the sharp sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He rushed forward, kneeling beside Beast Boy, who groaned in pain, clutching his head. The guilt surged anew, overpowering him.

"Damian, what the hell?" Tim yelled, rushing to their side. "You need to watch where you're aiming!"

"I didn't mean to!" Damian protested, frustration and fear twisting his insides. The chaos of the mission faded into the background, replaced by the dread that coiled around him like a snake.

"Are you okay?" Tim knelt beside him, concern etched on his face, but all Damian could see was the disappointment. He felt the walls of his mind closing in.