Angst Damian Wayne One Shots

The Last Note

It was a cold, quiet night in Gotham City. Damian Wayne sat alone in his room, staring out the large window that overlooked the darkened streets below. The glowing lights of the city flickered in the distance, and the sound of faint sirens echoed through the air, but it all felt so distant to him now. His mind wasn't on the city tonight. His mind was consumed by thoughts of the fight that had just happened. The fight that had pushed him to the edge.

Earlier that evening, he and his father, Bruce Wayne, had another argument—one of many, but this one felt different. It was about Damian's choices, about how he was always trying to prove himself but somehow always managed to disappoint. They had clashed before, but tonight, the words cut deeper, and the silence that followed had left Damian feeling empty.

He had tried to be the son Bruce wanted, but he had never felt like he could truly live up to the impossible expectations placed upon him. Being the son of Batman, the son of a legend, wasn't easy. From the day he was born, people expected him to be something more, something perfect, but Damian had never felt that way. He felt lost, like he didn't belong anywhere. Not in his family. Not in Gotham.

The room felt heavy around him, the walls closing in as he sat at his desk, his eyes drifting toward a blank piece of paper lying there. Slowly, he reached for it, his fingers brushing against the cool surface of the page. He knew what he had to do. There was no other way out of this.

Taking a deep breath, Damian picked up a pen and began to write.

"To Father, Dick, and everyone else,"

I don't really know how to start this letter. I've never been good with words, not when it comes to how I feel. But I guess now it doesn't matter anymore. I'm writing this because I need to say goodbye, and I need to explain why I'm doing this, even though I know it won't make sense to any of you.

For as long as I can remember, I've been trying to live up to something, trying to be the person you all expect me to be. But the truth is, I don't know who I am. I don't know if I ever did.

Father, you're a hero. Everyone looks up to you, including me. You've saved so many people, done so much for Gotham. But I don't think you ever really saw me. Not the real me. You see Damian Wayne, your son, but I think you've always seen me as a soldier in your war against crime, as another tool to help you fight your battles. And I tried to be that, for you. I tried to be strong, to be the perfect warrior. But I'm not.

I've made mistakes, and I've let you down so many times. And each time, it feels like a piece of me breaks a little more. I can't keep doing this anymore. I can't keep pretending that everything is okay when inside, I feel like I'm falling apart.

I wanted to be more than just your son, more than the Robin who follows Batman into the night. I wanted to find my own path, my own purpose, but every time I try, I feel like I'm walking in the wrong direction. Every step I take feels like I'm going further away from what you want me to be.

I'm tired, Father. I'm so tired of fighting, of trying to be someone I'm not. I've lost hope that things will ever change. The pain inside me is too much now, and I don't know how to handle it anymore.

Please don't hate me for this. This isn't your fault, or anyone else's. I just... I can't go on like this.

I love you, in my own way, but I have to go now. I have to leave this place behind, and I don't think I'll be coming back.

Goodbye.

Damian"

Damian put down the pen, staring at the letter in front of him. The words felt heavy, like they had come from a place deep inside him that he hadn't been able to reach before. For the first time, he had put his pain into words, and somehow that made it all feel real.