Need Some Sleep - Damian Wayne is Done

Day One: Ruined

WARNING: Self-Harm, Vomiting, Suicidal Thoughts, etc
My apologies if I missed something of importance.

"-You are unworthy of the al Ghul legacy," Mother finished. Father said, "I should have never accepted you in Gotham. Look at how you've ruined it," He said, disgust evident in the man's face.

"I-I'm sorry," I said, "I had no meaning of-"

Father yelled. "NO MEANING!? You invaded this family! Broke everything I've ever worked for! And you had no meaning!?"

I wanted to protest, I wanted to tell him he was wrong. That I came because I had nowhere else to go, and only wanted people to care about me. But he was right, and I was unable to evade it.

I had come into Gotham City, his kingdom, and acted as its prince. I had been an entitled brat, taking all and giving nothing. That was not how the Americas worked. All of my actions of compassion, were merely to impress my father: Only to benefit me.

I am a monster. A beast that should never have been released.

"Master Damian." I sat up wide awake in my desk chair.

"Pennyworth," I said, my voice was deeper due to my recent sleeping, "Good morning."

He put down a cup of coffee on my desk. After the nightmares began, I had become unable to properly fall asleep, instead I now just tired myself by working on cases until I inevitably fell asleep in the early morning, causing me to rely of caffeine for my physical energy.

I quickly booted up my computer, which I had set up to shut off thirty minutes after I stopped usage.

Password: JonathanSamuelKent2010

LAUNCHING BATWORK

Soon a new screen appeared, it was a document on my private server. I had been studying the recent child trafficking ring that had been disturbing Chinatown, and planned on taking it down.

I grabbed the Robin suit I had hidden in my ventilation shaft, as my father had benched me from Robin due to me having acted 'irresponsibly' during the battle with Bane last week, even if I had taken out Bane and brought all the hostages to safety in record speed.

Soon I found myself grappling through the streets of the city, easily traversing over the roofs and dropping myself to the ground in an alley.

Soon I saw the car I had been told to follow. It had the same number plate and model as my source explained. I shot my grappling hook watching it connecting with the back of the vehicle. It was a van, and it seemed to recently have been painted white.

I slid over the ground, and took that as a sign to let go of the ground and be pulled to the vehicle. I landed against the back of a vehicle, and climbed to the roof, knocking at the side of the window.

I expected for the driver to shoot me or attempt to shake me off the vehicle, instead she looked to at me and suddenly shot out of the turn.

I realised she was heading for a building and hastily used my grappling gun in order to drift through the corner, around a pole.

We drove into someone's garden and came to a stop mere centimetres before impact.

She watched me, her eyes wide as screams left her mouth.

I checked the trunk of the vehicle, only to find... nothing.

I was shocked. I rechecked the number plate and it turned out to be the same the intel suggested. It had been the same car, the same driver as described, and the same location as predicted. So why was there no child?

The woman was now yelling at me.

"I-I- I-" I couldn't speak. I couldn't apologise. I couldn't help her. I didn't know what to do.

"Robin!"

I recognised that voice. It had been Fathers. I looked at him, and quickly regretted it seeing the anger in my father's eyes. "What did you do!?" He asked. I should have never accepted you in Gotham! Look at how you've ruined it.

Look at how I've ruined everything.

I ran.