Angst Damian Wayne One Shots

Broken Wings

Damian Wayne stood on the rooftop of Titans Tower, staring out at the dark waters of the bay. The city lights flickered in the distance, and the night air was cool against his face, but Damian felt nothing. His heart was heavy, weighed down by the storm of emotions swirling inside him. He had been here before, in this place of doubt and anger, but this time, it felt different. This time, the pain cut deeper.

The Teen Titans were his team. Or at least, they had been. When Damian first joined them as their leader, he had been determined to prove himself—not just as Robin, but as a worthy leader, someone who could guide the team to victory. He had been trained since birth to be the best. His mother, Talia al Ghul, and his grandfather, Ra's al Ghul, had molded him into a weapon, and his father, Bruce Wayne, had tried to turn him into a hero. But none of that training had prepared him for what it felt like to be... unwanted.

The mission that had changed everything played out over and over again in his mind. It was supposed to be simple. They had tracked down the hideout of a dangerous villain—Dr. Light—who had been terrorizing the city for weeks. The plan was to storm his lair, take him down, and stop whatever twisted scheme he was plotting. Damian had laid out the strategy, as he always did, confident in his leadership and the team's abilities.

But when it came time to execute the plan, things went wrong.

"Robin, are you sure about this?" Raven's voice had been calm, but there was doubt in her eyes as she hovered beside him.

Damian shot her a sharp look, his temper flaring. "Of course, I'm sure. We attack now, while he's vulnerable. If we wait, we lose our chance."

Beast Boy, who had been standing nearby in the form of a hawk, shifted back to his human form and spoke up. "Dude, I dunno. This feels... risky. Maybe we should come up with a backup plan, just in case."

Damian's fists clenched at his sides. "There's no time for second-guessing. You follow my orders, or you don't belong on this team."

That had been the moment the doubt spread through the group. Starfire, Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy exchanged uneasy glances. They had followed Damian before, but lately, things had felt different. Damian's need for control, his refusal to listen to their input, had begun to push them away. And now, in the heat of the mission, that distrust boiled over.

"I don't think we should go in yet," Cyborg finally said, his voice steady but firm. "We don't have enough intel. Rushing in could get us all hurt—or worse."

"Agreed," Raven added, her dark eyes meeting Damian's. "We should wait."

Wait. That word echoed in Damian's mind like a curse. His team was hesitating. They didn't trust him, not when it mattered most.

"No," Damian said through gritted teeth, his anger rising. "We go now. That's an order."

But they didn't follow.

In the end, Dr. Light escaped, and the mission was a failure. Damian had been right about one thing—hesitating had cost them their chance. But the damage had been done. Not to the mission, but to the team. They hadn't trusted him. They had doubted his leadership, and that betrayal cut deeper than any wound Damian had ever felt.

Now, standing alone on the rooftop, Damian replayed the events in his mind. His anger simmered beneath the surface, ready to explode. How could they have done this to him? After everything he had given to the team, after every mission he had led them through, how could they have turned on him when he needed them most?

Damian slammed his fist against the metal railing, his knuckles aching from the impact. He had been taught not to rely on others, not to let emotions cloud his judgment. And yet, here he was, torn apart by the fact that his own team—his friends—didn't trust him.