Mask off

shattered self image

Estoy orgulloso de ti hermano- I am proud of you brother (Spanish) está bien hermano, te tengo- its okay brother, i got you (Spanish)

Damian woke up to warmness in his arms. He look down and saw kamilah laying in his arms. He saw there limbs intertwin. He felt all of the nightmares and grief wash off of him, even just for a second. He ran his hand through her long hair, twirling some of her hair at the end. He felt something squeeze at his heart. Maybe it was fear, or maybe it was love. Damian couldn't tell the difference. Damian slowly untangled himself from Kamilah and walked down to Evelyn's room. He missed his sister. He sometimes wonder if he was wrong for calling her sister. She deserved a good brother, someone who could help her. Damian wasn't that, he was too broken to be that.

He walked into her room, where she laid in her bed. She open her eyes when she saw him, a small smile falling onto her face. She rubbed her eyes and sat up as Damian sat down on her bed. "Hey D" she yawned. Damian just smiled at her, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Evelyn raised an eyebrow, as a hand darted out to reach Damian's. "Hey, how are you" Evelyn asked, blue eyes drowning in concern. Damian just shrugged at the question. He averted his eyes to his and Evelyn's hand. Evelyn simply squeezed his hand. "Estoy orgulloso de ti hermano" She said, Spanish rolling naturally of her tongue.

Damian doesn't know what happened, maybe it was all the pent up sadness that he just couldn't hold in. When he heard those words, he broke. He felt tear roll down his cheek, as a sob tore through his chest. He grabbed his hands and went to cover his face. He felt arms wrap around his shoulders. "está bien hermano, te tengo" Evelyn whispered into her ears. She whispered sweet nothings into his ears as he cried. He leaned on her for comfort. She brushed her hands through his hair. Damian put one of his hand on his fore-arm, scratching violently. HE wanted that sensation of cutting, just to stop all of this pain. Evelyn just held his hand, squeezing it tightly. "Its okay" She whispered in his ear. She kissed his forehead, temple, hair, hands, anything she could reach.

Damian knows why he is crying. He is hurt from his family. He doesn't even know if he can call them that anymore. He feels like he failed them, no matter what anyone tells him. Maybe if he was a better robin, they would have saved him. Maybe he wouldn't have been replaced so quickly. Maybe his arms would be clear of all of the scars he gave himself. He acted like he didn't care, but he did, so much. It hurt, thinking you could trust people, when in reality they just let you down. Damian wondered if he hated his family, or if he just loved them so much it hurt. H lost everything once, when he left the league of Assassins. Now, he lost his other family. He sobbed again, letting his feelings out. he clutched Evelyn like a life line.

Damian calmed down after a little, still holding Evelyn tightly. He wiped his tear and just fell into her embrace. She hummed a little song to him, stroking his hair as Damian. Evelyn traced the scar on Damian's neck, where it had been slit. She let her finger fall to the right side of his neck, where a large "J" was burnt into his neck. It was large, about an inch or two. She traced it with care. Evelyn saw how his skin was rougher around the J. The scar was lighter than the rest of Damian's skin, similar to the rest of his scars. Evelyn knew all the scars Damian had on his body. He has the most scars she has ever seen on one person. All up his arm, legs, stomach. His back had the most. Whip scars were all over his back. Some of the scars were straight, while other were curved.

It hurt Evelyn to see her brother like this. Broken and beat down. That is how it has been his whole life. Evelyn wanted to grab him and just run, far away from everyone who ever hurt her brother. She couldn't she knew that, but that didn't stop the urge to do it. Evelyn has never experienced death, and Damian had to go through it twice. Damian wasn't okay, physically or mentally. Everyone knew that, but all they could do was help him, be there when he needs them. Evelyn knew she needed to be there for Damian more. This new living arrangement seems to help Damian and the rest of the them. They could always be there for Damian and each other. They could protect Damian.

Evelyn thought of them as children in the league. When they killed and fought for there lives. There were good, no, amazing assassins. They were the first Demon fist, the best. Evelyn remembers people fearing them, people bowing to them. They had respect from everyone. They were powerful fighters, they could take anything together. They all seemed to fight together just right. They were more then a team, they were family. They always knew what the others thought, how they would react. They seemed to be ready for anything. Too bad they weren't ready for this.