The Story of Damian Wayne

Chapter 6

Damian's POV--

"So, Damian. How long have you and Lucy been a thing?" Tim asked as we walked back down the stairs. 

"Well, we have been friends for a while now then after the whole Harley Quinn encounter she and I became more than friends. "

"You're a lucky man Damian." 

"Thank you Tim. I have a question for you. Why are you even here?"

"Alfred. He called me in to help."

"Bruce he said that someone was coming, I assumed that it would be Dick. But you, you surprised me Tim." 

"It's what I do best. " 

Tim's POV--

Damian walked away. He really knows how to make a person feel like they are not wanted. Lucy didn't though. I walked back up the stairs to one of the spare rooms. I laid in the bed for a couple of hours. I decided that it would be best to leave when everyone was asleep, and now was my chance. I carefully opened the door and crept through the dark hallway. As I passed Lucy's door I heard her scream. 

I burst into the room and saw her panting. 

"Lucy? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. It's nothing Tim. Just a dream."

"It sounds like it was more of a nightmare."

"Well, yes...but..."

"Want to talk about it?" I asked her approaching the bed.

"No actually."She laid down.

"It helps to talk about it, even if you don't want to."

"Okay Tim... I was watching that night go down, where I was shot. I watched myself get shot and I watched myself die. I watched everyone die. Bruce, Damian, Harley, the Joker, and Miranda. Their dead bodies laid at my feet. Their blood was all over my hands and my face, getting in my eyes. The smell of death filled my mind as I drowned in the blood...."

She was completely tormented, she felt guilty. I figured it out. It had nothing to do with the trauma of being shot. It was all guilt. She feels that it is her fault that her aunt died, that Damian got hurt, that her mother almost died too.

"Lucy, I know what you are thinking, it's not your fault. The joker...he is a terrible man and he stops at nothing till he gets what he wants. You couldn't have stopped your aunt's death." 

"That's a lie Tim. It was my fault. All of it. You don't even know half of the story Tim."

"How was it your fault then, Lucy?"

"I dragged my mother from hiding. She was seen."

"Lucy, the joker has sources everywhere, she most likely was already being watched. You didn't set the Joker free from prison. This isn't your fault."

"You can leave now Tim."

"Don't worry, I will, I won't bother this household again Lucy, I promise." I got up and left her room. I walked out of the Manor that I once called my home. I walked out and never looked back.