It's getting better. . . right?

When people hear the name Damian Wayne, they immediately think of the small bossy brat who seemed to believe that he was better than everyone else. Damian himself knew that.

No one wanted him around.

Yet, when Grayson dragged him out of the Manor so that they could hang out with the Titans, along with Todd and Drake, he knew that something was up.

And when he wakes up the next day, with the biggest headache ever and no recollection of the earlier night, he couldn't help but wonder what happened.

Or that one time where the people that Damian once trusted spiked his drink so that they could get blackmail material on him. And he doesn't even notice.

Warnings:

This fanfic includes racial discrimination and racial slurs. Along with suicidal thoughts