Damian's Little Batfamily

The DARK Knight

Damian slammed his fist into Joker Jr for the fifteenth time that night. He just lay there laughter and it made his anger boil even more. The clown prince was lying on the floor bloody and bruised. Damian's knuckles were stained with blood. It had been five months since Irey and Marty's deaths.

Nightwing dropped down and took a step closer to Damian.
"Batman, that's enough. You're going to kill him"
"The bastard deserves it"
"I know but once you go down this path you won't be able to come back"
Damian gave Joker Jr one last slam, knocking him out. He probably had almost every bone in his body broken by now. Damian was going to walk away but Dick stopped him.
"Maybe you should take a break"
"I'm fine"
"You lost your wife and kid just five months ago. You aren't fine"
"It's none of your business, Dick"
"It is. I'm worried about you"
"Don't be"
"Damian!"
"I'm not twelve years old anymore"
"Then stop acting like it! Stop acting like the little brat that was so egotistical and selfish! You're not him anymore! Iris changed you! Don't let her efforts go to waste. She loved you. Martha loved you. We love you. They aren't your only family! We're here for you, Damian but you're too busy being sorry for yourself! Iris and Martha have forgiven you. They've always forgiven you. It's you that needs to forgive yourself."
Damian shot his grapple hook and took off leaving Nightwing with a passed Joker Jr.

When Damian got to the manner he began to pack. He needed to get his head clear. He needed time. He tossed the Bat suit on the bed but looked at it again. Bruce had the Batman mantle and gave it to Dick. And Dick gave it to him. He didn't deserve it. The only reason he got it was because it was his father's. But there is someone who deserves it much more than he ever did.

"Damian's gone!"
Dick yelled as he left the young man's room. Bruce came out of the kitchen followed by Stephanie, Tim and Cassandra in the living room and Jason from the Bat cave. Tim came out of his room holding the Bat suit and a note.
"He left me a note"
"Don't just stand there. Read it!"
Jason yelled as Everyone fell silent.

Drak- Tim I know I have not been the best brother. Or the best Batman. Or the best Robin or son. But that's besides the point. Earlier I ran into Dick and he opened my eyes. I am being selfish because I am not mentally ready to be Batman right now. Nor am I capable of running a million dollar company. In my departure I leave you the mantle of Batman because you deserve it more than I ever did.

I am also leaving you Wayne Enterprises. Don't screw up because I will return, although I am uncertain when. I assume you're reading this out to the entire family so I will speak to all of you. I will be un reachable and un traceable until I return. I would like to thank you all for showing me support in my time of loss. It is not that you aren't doing a great job in helping me cope with my loss it is that I have demons I need to face and my demons are being fed in Gotham. I need to kill them. I need time.

I want to thank you, Dick because you snapped some sense into me and gave me the best opportunity that changed my life. You made me Robin. You showed me that there was goodness in the world and I can't ever repay you.

I want to apologise to Jason for trying to kill you and judged you because of your past, although I don't agree with your methods of taking out the criminals I have learned a lot from you.

Tim, I want to apologise for trying to kill you on more than one occasion. You have grown to be a role model to me and have helped me develop both mentally and physically.

Father, I want to thank you for giving me life (even though you didn't mean to) and for putting up with me. You kept fighting me and I will never forget the words "justice not vengeance"
Love,
Damian West-Wayne