Time Travel

Restraints

A/N: *insert finger guns* hEyyyy guys, I'm back with another chapter! Glad to say this one isn't complete crap! It is double the amount of my normal chapters to make up for the last one. I Love you guys! And no warnings this time, seems pretty chill, maybe a few swears. Nothing I haven't covered already. Anywho ONWARDS!

"No, it's okay chum. Stay here until you sort yourself out." Bruce smiled, stroking a hand through Dick's ebony hair.

Robin smiled into Bruce's shoulder, everything was going to be okay.

Damian slowly opened his eyes with a silent yawn, greeted by the bright gleaming fur of what appeared to be an abnormally sized wolf? He raked his brain trying to remember the events that had just happened recently. 

Ah, that's right. Miraculously he'd been sent to the past, preferably to when Grayson led the Young Justice team. Which was problematic on so many levels he couldn't even list them all, Dick had been massively effected by seeing Damian as Robin, which was not a good sign. At all. The situation is a big mess. 

Seriously though; how did he end up here and would he be able to get back? Sure, Doctor Fate was going to assist and perhaps attempt a few spells.. But what if he fails, what would Damian do if he were to be stuck here in the horrid past? Maybe he could join the Young Justice team.. No they wouldn't like him, he was trained to kill. Everyone hated that about him, he was Talia's bratty spoilt child; why would such a thought occur to him. He was an assassin that didn't belong anywhere. He didn't belong here! Or back in his timeline, he didn't have a home.

He looked up at the ceiling in deep thought. Home, strangely enough he was almost certain he wouldn't be missed to much back at his 'home'. He'd recently learnt that Grayson didn't care about him and only kept him around to make sure he didn't go on another killing spree. That made the small boy's heart ache, he felt like there was an anvil attached to it, weighing him down. Why was this affecting him so much, why did Grayson's opinion matter so much..  It shouldn't, he's used to be hated.. Grayson was making him weak.. Well fuck him then! Maybe this was Grayson's plan all along.. To make him so weak.

Why would Grayson do that?

Damian felt a nudge at his side and glared down to see Wolf gazing into his eyes. He let out a shaky breath and scratched behind the white beast's ears. Although he hated to admit it, the animal's presence was... Nonetheless calming, but he supposed it was just the friendly aura the animal had. Glancing down at the animal he came to realise that Wolf strongly reminded him of Titus, which was annoying. He didn't want to be reminded of his 'home'..

 He couldn't deal with these... Feelings and decided it would be best to find something productive to help clear out his clouded mind. He didn't want to be reminded of Grayson any longer.

Standing up, Damian proceeded towards where he assumed the training rooms were; this building had the security of a tent. Damian could just waltz around the place and nobody was attempting to stop him, not to mention he still had no solid evidence he wasn't a threat yet they allow him to be free. They're literally just trusting a uniform (which for all they could know could be a cheap cosplay brought at some shitty store), it was stupid. They were stupid. Grayson was stupid.

He literally told them he was trained to kill! He cringed, he had been so weak around them. Telling him about how he felt, he'd been brought down so low. 

Damian stood in full gear, surprised they hadn't confiscated his weapons when he took that idiotic nap. Turns out being flung out of oh-so-mysterious portals tires you out a lot. But seriously, sleeping was not a good idea whilst he was stranded here.