Damien's Batman (Batman Fanfic)

Damien's Batman

"I'm not your partner. I'm his."

The words hung in the cave, almost cutting the tension between the current Batman and Robin. Damien's stomach lurched, his green eyes looking towards the ground. Even he knew better than to argue with the Batman. However, ...

His Batman went missing during their last mission, and the Batman refused to look for his former protégée. Damien found himself fed up, his young heart aching for his mentor. Only Grayson took the time to explain things in a manner Damien understood, yet looking back, the newest Robin felt perhaps Grayson understood how he felt better than anyone else. How and why, Damien found himself unable to put into words, yet he knew deep down Grayson got him.

His father did not.

As such, he told the old man off and said he would go looking for Nightwing since Batman would not. The old man snapped, saying Damien would not, and Robin would follow Batman's orders. That's when Damien said those words. "I'm not your partner. I'm his." Under Batman's mask, Damien saw the man's facial features contort, the words obviously stinging. He couldn't help but add, "I'd never want to be partners with someone who'd treat their former partners so coldly, despite them having done no wrong. Have fun with your favorite, Drake."

He turned then, mentally prepared for some action stopping him from leaving, but the old man did nothing. He'd bragged, and bragged about being the real son, and yet the coldness the man showed towards Grayson simply didn't feel right, no matter how Damien tried justifying said actions. Upon leaving the cave, he wondered if the old man thought he'd come scurrying back upon realizing he didn't know where to even begin.

After all, he was trained as an assassin, not a detective. Neither Grayson or his father finished teaching him all the skills he needed, leaving him in somewhat of a lurch, yet he wanted to find his mentor. He wanted to find his older brother, to know Dick Grayson was okay. The newest Robin took a deep breath. "Fine. I'll ask him for help."

He would himself crawling through a window, sitting down on the sill until something crashed against the wall nearby. He let out an irritated sound. "Seriously?"

"What are you doing here, demon spawn?" Jason's voice sounded annoyed.

Damien's mouth opened, instinctively wanting to mouth off. However, somehow, he managed to hold his tongue. "I've come to ask your help Todd, in finding our lost brother."

One eyebrow shot up, his mouth twisting. "Go ask golden boy to help you find replacement."

"Drake is not the brother we need to find."

A curse escaped Jason's mouth, a hand reaching up as he ruffled his hair furiously. "Are you saying golden boy's actually in trouble?"

"He disappeared. Father has forbidden me from looking, but father is being useless."

"Yeah, but both of us are pretty much useless in that particular regard." Jason waved his hand. "Dick's really in trouble?"

"I wouldn't be here if that were not so."

"And you're not really the joking type of person. We need to work on that."

"I don't see why we do."

"So, you can actually blend in, in your civilian identity." Jason stood up, fetching out his phone. "We need to call Drake."

"We do not need Drake's help."

"Dames, we need his help. Neither one of us are tech-savvy."

"Fine."

A few minutes later, Tim arrived at the apartment, but proceeded in setting up his computer. Damien sat in a corner, glaring, waiting for answer so the three could possibly move. Jason left, going, and getting some kind of food for the three. He felt a cold soda pressed against his cheek. "Come on. Eat something. Drink something. That way we're prepared for when we make our move."