Gotham is finally under control, now that the National Guard is here. They came last night around 11pm, and things calmed down to the point where all of the heroes could go home. All of us are exhausted. The injuries we recieved are extensive. I'll list them.
Nightwing: 46 stitches, one broken leg, two second degree burns, and a wrenched shoulder.
Red Hood: One bullet wound, 39 stitches, two pints of blood, one second degree burn, and a broken finger.
Red Robin: 87 stitches, two stab wounds, and one pint of blood.
Batman: 109 stitches, three broken ribs, one bullet wound, two broken fingers, one stab wound, three pints of blood.
Robin: 62 stitches, three second degree burns, one bullet wound, and one pint of blood.
The horses are all fine, just exhausted like the rest of us.
It was quite a harrowing experience. We are all still in the Manor so that Alfred may take care of us. Todd is being recalcitrant as usual, and keeps trying to leave. We all need about 30 hours of sleep.
None of us are going out tonight. Pennyworth has expressly forbidden it.
I must rest now. Even though I am a soldier bred for battle, I can truly say that I am glad that the destruction of Gotham is over for the most part.
That is all.
Damian Wayne
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The Diary of Damian Wayne
FanfictionThis is less of a story, and more of a first hand account of the life of Damian Wayne. This is his journal, as it is his story. It holds the highs and lows of his thoughts, as well as his daily whereabouts. There is no language or adult content, ju...
