Failing to be his beloved (Damian Wayne robin x reader)

Sleeping...not well

That night while sleeping, I had a nightmare, I was back at the circus. No this wasn't a nightmare, it was a memory. I was walking back to my and my mom's trailer she was in the hospital though, when i got there, I found someone had vandalized it. There were cruel names, and ugly drawings on it, talking about how much my parents must hate me and how that it's my fault my dads dead and my mom was sick.  While I was cleaning it, the high wire girl came, and started helping me. I smiled at her."thank you." She grinned," no problem.  Once we got to the back, she started singing. After that I found out it was because, on the other side people were going into the trailer and stealing my and moms stuff. When we finished, I  went inside, and saw all of our jewelry and toys missing.  I went and asked the girl if she saw anything, she said no, then started mocking me saying I must be delusional. When I got back A lot of my stuff was back. But some stuff was missing. The next day when I was walking to the big tent, she stopped me, she and the strong mans daughter. She shoved me , and then Ali the strong mans daughter, hit me...hard in the stomach. Then she took  scissors to my h/l h/c hair. I didn't lose much, but still. After that, she in her pointy shoes, started kicking me, I felt a rib snap, and blood all over my legs. They had accidentally cut my stomach, and broke my rib. They kicked me a few more times, I pleaded for them to stop. When they did, I went back to my trailer, it hurt so much, I was crying.i was in so much pain, it hurt more when mamma died though. I woke up to Damian, he was shaking my shoulders, "y/n, y/n, wake up." I felt tears streaming down my face."what happened." Still scarred, I threw the covers off of me, and pulled up my shirt, there it was the nice little not so little scar on my stomach. I trailed my fingers along it. I was still crying. I looked at Damian, "just a dream...it was just a dream...it didn't happen again...I'm fine...I'm alright..." I said to myself closing  my eyes. When I opened them, Damian was sitting in front of me, he leaned forward, and raised my shirt slightly, his fingers traced the scar, the obvious bad stitching was done by me. I used sewing thread. He looked me in the eyes,"y/n...what happened here." I look down,"I don't wanna talk about it." I hopped off the bed, and ran to the bathroom, and closed the door. I sat against it and cried,"y/n open the door." I sniffled,"I don't wanna talk about it." He called back to me,"please tell me what happened." I let out another small cry,"no, please...I don't wanna talk about it." It got quiet I his side."ok...but please come out." I was shocked he gave in. I slowly opened the door, and sat against the wall, he sat next to me, he pulled me into his lap, as he leaned against the door,"it's ok, your safe...I won't let anything happen to you beloved." I fell back asleep like that, I'm so glad I didn't dream again that night. I woke up to Damian's beautiful eyes. I noticed he was staring at me."what?"he huffed and looked to the side,"it's just...you make my heart beat weird and stuff...I'm not used to it operating like this." I let out a laugh,"you mean to tell me, you're nervous around me..." I giggled at his flushed cheeks. Then I look around,"why are we in-" I stop remembering why we're in the bathroom. He looks down at me his face serious again."I want you to tell me about that scar." I look away,"it only looks really bad because I stitched it myself with sewing thread." He creases his eyebrows,"Why didn't you go to the hospital?" I sighed," I didn't want to worry mamma by being there." He nods,"what happened?" I feel tears run down my face. It may not have been the worst thing I've experienced or the most painful...but it really did cause me to be...how do you put it...traumatizing. How do I answer this question."well...you see...I wasn't very liked by the other kids in the circus...and some of the girls took it upon themselves to cause me some... physical pain." I looked down at my lap. His arms around me, pulled me closer when I started talking. He seemed to stiffen went I said the last words.he was very tense, as he asked,"why didn't you tell anyone." I let out a small giggle,"because I deserved it...I think. And better me than someone else." He got very quiet harshly saying,"If anyone ever does something like that to you again...I will personally tourture and iveserate them before beheading them." I nodded,"that sounds lovely" I said hesitant of my words. When I finished I started giggling. He looked at me and did his tt thing. I moved closer to him, and rubbed my nose into his neck. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. He looked like he thought for a second. Then he said,"since you told me the story of one of my scars, I'll tell you one of mine. You can choose." I looked at him,"how do you know I have more scars?" He smirked,"remember when you were sick-" I cut him off, frantically saying, "YeAh!" I looked at him, and remember when I saw him shirtless. I pull him forward off the wall, and trail my fingers over where it would be if he was shirtless. He gasped again. I looked at him,"you don't have to...but if you will...I wanna know about this one." He looked away, he then started explaining the origin of the scar.