Damian stared at the ceiling. He knew he shouldn't have stolen the keys and locked himself in. He might as well just walk into the kitchen with intent to cook, without Alfred Pennyworth. Or Jason for that matter.
"Oh Dami."
Sitting up Damian looked around. No. No he was alone. So who spoke?
"Dami," the same voice came from outside the locked room. "Can you let me in?"
"Papa," Damian quickly opened the door. He had to be going stir crazy. That had to be the answer. He was just cooped up from not going on patrol. He knew he was grasping at straws, but it was the only answer he could come up with at the time.
"Wow there," Dick smiled at his child. "Why the attack?"
"I missed you," The child whispered. It was quiet and softly spoken. "Please don't leave me alone with Mis-Father," the child shivered. "He wants to.... bond..."
Dick shivered also. Bonding with Bruce Wayne, or Batman, means bruises and broken bones. Not abuse, just heavy training. Heavy hand to hand combat training.
-💚~💚- updated and happy about it. Granted it's short but I did a thing. Hope you like it.
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FanfictionDamian Wayne knew he wasn't as... liked, as his older siblings. It didn't mean he didn't try. Because he did. Why can't the rest of them see that?
