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The air was stiff and forced as Damian stepped out of the Batmobile.
Father was already on his way up to the roofs, expecting Robin to follow behind him. Nightwing and Red Robin had gone their own routes earlier. Tonight Batman and Robin would patrol together.
Damian hadn’t missed the glances they had all given him as they prepared to go out. All of them nervous. All of them wanting to keep him in his sights. Like he was a child.
And, well, he was. But he also wasn’t.
It had taken him hell to admit that he was a child who should not be allowed to experience certain things. But he was still a trained assassin. A Robin.
And he was going to give his all to prove it tonight.
To remind them of who Damian Al Ghul was. The power that Damian Wayne held. To show how Robin was a force to be reckoned with.
He was not a quivering victim. A scared little boy who needed cuddles and kisses. Who cried for the entirety of the day. Who hid from scary monsters. Who needed his family to protect him.
Okay, so maybe that was how his entire weekend had been spent.
But that didn’t mean anything. That had been only for a moment, and now all that weakness was gone and he was back to being Robin.
The second the duo came across muggers and Batman made the signal to approach, Robin made his move. With precision and accuracy, his refined movements brought the muggers down to their knees. The skill of hitting hard enough to knock them out but holding back to not kill, was shining through with each specific planned motion.
Then this repeated later in the night again. And again.
Damian, Robin, was victorious the entire night.
He even received a “well done” from Batman.
The ease of the night as usual didn’t last. Near the end of the night, his comms crackled to life. “Anyone laugh and I shoot them.”
“Red Hood,” Batman paused and held a hand to his comm. “Report.”
“No gloating.”
“No promises from me, Hood.”
“I will punch you, Dickhead.”
“I’m shivering in my boots.”
“I will thrash you with your boots.”
“Touch my boots and I post Tuesday’s pictures.”
“Nightwing. Enough. Red Hood. Report.”
“Well no one’s dead–”
“Great start.”
“Car chase gone bad. Pretty stuck. Leg’s caught under truck and I can’t get it out.” Hood groaned into the comm, “blood loss. Can’t tell from where. Leg, maybe.”
“Oracle.”
“Sending location now, Batman.”
“You know,” Nightwing joked but the tension in his voice was evident. “Maybe next time get straight to the point.”
“Maybe next time you piss off.”
“We’re closest.” Batman said, already running. Robin followed.
“Red Robin here, on my way.”
“Ditto,” Nightwing quipped.
“Not to be an asshole,” Red Hood said. “But we finally got the family patrol night this month.”
Robin rolled his eyes as he ran.
The flaming cars were a terrific landmark that showed where Red Hood would be stuck. Father rushed straight towards a turned truck and hurried over to Todd.
“Took your time, old man.” Todd said, looking at them through his helmet. “Hey, brat. Isn’t it Monday?”
“Don’t ask.” Damian said as he assessed the situation. Batman already got a laser out, cutting the metal around Todd’s leg. They didn’t need to try to know that they were not going to be able to lift the truck.
“Just making sure I don’t got a concussion and it actually is Saturday.” Todd’s head lolled to the side lazily.
“Did you hit your head?” Batman asked sharply.
“Yeah, but helmet.”
“Stay awake.” Batman ordered, nearly done.
The blood loss obviously was coming from Todd’s stuck leg and Damian readied the first aid equipment, prepared for the moment the leg was released.
“I ain’t staying the entire recovery period at the Cave. Just so ya know.”
“Take it up with Agent A.” Batman said, distractedly.
Todd took a moment to think. “I choose life.”
“Doesn’t seem like it.” Red Robin joked, swinging down.
Batman grunted. A clear message to not joke about death, which as usual, no one took seriously.
“Is Hood okay?” Nightwing’s voice came through the comms.
“Working on it.” Red Robin informed.
“Lemme know if I’m needed. Dealing with a situation right now and I’ll see you in the Cave.”
“You gonna leave me to die again, Wing?” Todd joked.
“Hood.” Batman hissed.
“I can come. I’ll be there. Let me just—“
“Take a damn joke, Dickwing.” Hood said. A hint of regret that Damian might be imagining slipping through. “See you in the Cave.”
“Leg’s nearly free.” Red Robin said to Robin. “Get ready.”
Together they managed to superficially stop the bleeding and shift Todd into the Batmobile. Quick diagnosis found a possible small fracture in his femur and injured muscle. Patrol was cut short once again.
Todd finally took the helmet off, revealing a black eye peaking around his mask. “I’m telling you. Family patrol night always ends shit.”
Alfred was there as soon as the Batmobile parked, medical gloves on and ready to tend to Todd.
Damian, as usual, held back while everyone scattered to help the injured.
“How the hell did you get here before us?” Todd asked Richard who was already present. His mask was off and he smelt of disinfectant, also ready to help.
“I was rushing,” Richard said with a shrug.
“Dumbass,” Todd tsked as his cot was wheeled through the Cave towards the X-ray equipment. “I was obviously joking. It’s just a damn leg injury, Jesus.”
Richard gave a forced smile, “can never be too careful.”
“No one in this family can take a joke. One of these days yo– ow! Alfie!”
“Forgive me, Master Jason. I was attempting one of your so called jokes.”
Damian moved to the Batcomputer, acknowledging his lack of use and beginning the report of his events of the night.
“I might go back out,” Drake said, having observed the same thing.
“You’ve had a long day, you should rest.” Father said. Damian noticed him move to hold Todd’s hand only for Todd to bat it away.
“Steph’s still out there and I didn’t tell her I wasn’t coming back.”
“It makes no sense to go out for just an hour. Let her know you’re here and she can finish off.” Father ordered.
Drake must have been more tired than he had let on since he decided to follow Father’s instructions. Damian continued to type as Drake slipped in beside him, using the comms system on the computer to call Brown.
Damian decided to simply be a wallflower and observe. It was nearly two in the morning and they had all just returned from patrol. Alfred and Richard were stitching up Todd’s leg while Father hovered, monitoring Todd’s head injury and had given him an ice pack to bring down the swelling of his face. Drake was alerting Spoiler of his whereabouts as Damian typed out his report.
Spoiler answered after some moments, immediately bantering with Drake. Damian tuned them out. He picked up on his name though.
“–atman, Robin and I have all come back to the Cave. If you need me I can be there in five minutes.”
“I’m going home anyways in like forty-ish minutes. No point in you coming out again.”
“I’m still going to be on standby just in case.”
“I’m a big girl, Red. I can take care of myself. You need sleep.”
“I’ll still be hovering till you get home.”
“Barf.”
Damian agreed.
“What’s Robin doing out? It's a Monday night.”
Damian stopped typing abruptly. Suddenly remembering the reason he was out on patrol in the first place. The whole point of why he was in his Robin suit on a Monday night.
“Oh, uh.” Drake floundered, turning around to find Father. “Can’t remember to be honest. I don’t think he had school today.”
“I saw some Academy kids on my way back from college today.” Brown argued.
“He was sick?” Richard whispered across the Cave as a suggestion.
“And out for patrol?” Todd mocked.
“I’m not sure.” Drake decided on when no coherent excuse was formed. “I wasn’t really paying attention.”
“Yeah, because you need sleep.” Brown said and just like that the topic changed.
Damian stayed still at the computer. Staring at the letters on the keyboard in front of him. His face felt hot. He was embarrassed, having had his family and himself again reminded of his shortcomings.
“So,” Todd asked as Alfred prepared the cast for his leg and Drake disconnected the call. “Why is the kid not at school?”
“Leave it alone, Jay.” Richard muttered as he washed his hands.
“It is because Father has decided to baby me.” Damian turned the chair around and claimed.
“I am not babying you, Damian.” Father sighed tiredly.
“Then why am I not allowed back at school?”
“It’s not that you’re not allowed. We’re just trying to make you more comfortable.”
“Going to school would have been indifferent.”
“Hold up,” Todd sat up on the cot. “Has this situation not been dealt with?”
Father remained silent.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Jay,” Richard tried.
“You haven’t done anything about the actual pedophile yet?” he hissed maliciously.
Damian hated the way in which his heart jumped at that.
“That man is not at the school.” Father gritted out through his teeth, he was starting to get angry. “I have the paperwork and lawyers ready. I was waiting for the green light.”
“I get giving the kid time, but it's been an entire day! You said you’d get it sorted.”
“I’m not going to rush him.”
“So a man raped your kid son and you’re just twiddling your thumbs?”
“Master Jason!”
Todd physically flinched back at the unusual loud admonishment. He seemed to have forgotten about the rest of the family and had the decency to look ashamed as Alfred glared at him.
“That is enough out of you. I understand that you have Master Damian’s best interests at heart but so does your father. To speak in such a brash manner is beneath you. Especially when Master Bruce has been working on the situation non-stop this entire weekend.” Alfred’s eyes narrowed. “And especially in the presence of such a wide audience. You know better.”
Todd opened and closed his mouth. He suddenly winced in a realisation and his eyes darted around the room before landing on Damian.
“Shit,” Todd cursed. “I’m sorry, kid. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Damian moved to sit on top of his hands, more than aware of their shaking. He knew he was sweating and he knew he was pale but he pretended as though that was not the case. He did not spend the whole night proving himself worthy only to be treated so delicately.
Even if breathing was getting hard.
“I am not a victim.” Damian’s words came out much quieter than he had hoped, but at least they were coming out. “I am not some measly citizen who needs to be cocooned in bubble wrap. You do not have to baby me. I am Robin. I might be a child but I still have experienced more than any of you had at my age! You did not have to even keep Reynolds off from school. I have no issues in returning to the Academy as normal!”
“Reynolds?” Drake whispered from next to him. Damian turned to see that his face was completely pale. “Your history tutor?”
“The guy I spoke to on the phone?” Richard took a step back. “The guy you’ve been complaining about? All this time you were trying to tell us and…”
Damian was feeling an odd sense of déjà vu from the earlier night when he had first admitted to the abuse.
“The rooftop.” Todd suddenly said. “When we had burgers. You were going to tell me.”
Damian felt oddly bad about the look of complete horror on Todd’s face. “I chose not to speak.”
“That doesn’t–” Todd cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I’ve got a name now.”
“The deal was that you pay him a visit later.” Father reminded Todd. “Let me handle it first.”
“It's been a damn day.”
“Master Jason.”
“I’m sorry but we have to deal with this now!”
“Maybe Tim and Dami should go get ready for bed?” Richard suggested weakly.
“I just said,” Damian hissed tightly. “I do not need to be coddled. I am not a victim.”
Father moved to say something but Richard spoke first. “Because you’re Robin?”
“Precisely.”
“Yeah, I get that.” Richard shared a quiet small smile with Damian. He took a long breath, drawing out the silence for a moment. Hesitating to speak, his next words came out in a little stumble. “I felt the same way when it was me. That I was Nightwing, a hero, I wasn’t a victim.”
For a beat, life stopped. Breaths were paused and lights dimmed. Even the bats up above had gone silent. The water in the tunnels hushed and the buzz of electronics stuttered.
And then the beat was over and life cruelly resumed.
Damian stood abruptly and the chair wheeled back, he took two clumsy steps forward. “What do you mean?”
Richard shrugged. “Happened to me too, Dami, some years ago.”
Damian looked around the room helplessly. Father was staring blankly at a corner. So he knew. Alfred knew too. Drake was staring at his own shoes. He was shaking. Todd’s eyes flickered green.
“Who was he?” Damian found himself selfishly asking.
“Yeah,” Todd sat up straighter. “Who?”
Richard rolled his eyes with a smile. Clearly acting nonchalant. “She was an old friend of mine.” Richard’s gaze grew more pained as memories forced themselves to pass through his mind.
“Dick,” Father said quietly. “You don’t have to.”
“No, but I want to. I don’t want anyone to feel alone when they don’t have to.” Richard took a breath. “Oh, Tim, come here.”
Still staring at his shoes, Tim shuffled over to Richard, his head still down and shaking. Richard threw an arm over the younger boy and held him close.
“Are you okay?” Richard whispered.
“Just isn’t fair.” Drake muttered.
Richard faked a laugh, “tell me about it.” He turned to Damian.
Damian could only imagine what he looked like. What he felt was as though he was a complete ball of glass ready to shatter. He was grateful that no one tried to hug him just then.
“I was in shock over something. I couldn’t move.”
Damian knew the feeling. It was the same feeling every time his throat closed up and even though he had the physical ability to do so, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
“I couldn’t do anything but lie there and she took advantage of it. I was Nightwing. I was bigger, stronger, could take down an army if I wanted to. But I just couldn’t make myself move.” Richard glanced over to Father and Alfred. Father wasn’t looking at anyone and Alfred seemed haunted. “I put up a fight every time I felt ‘babied’, which was a lot. I didn’t want the help. I told myself it was my fault.” Richard shrugged. “Sometimes it still feels like it.” A sound of pain escaped Father. “But I have help. I might be Nightwing but I have help to fall back on. I’m not a victim, I don’t like calling myself that. But I accept that I got hurt and sometimes I just need someone to help me deal with it. It took me a long time to accept that I was allowed that.”
Richard smiled at Damian. “No matter how long it takes for you to find that acceptance, we’re still here, Dami.”
Damian floundered, feeling very lost. He hadn’t expected anyone else in the family, let alone his eldest brother, to have experienced anything remotely similar. He felt anger, white hot anger at the excuse of a human who took advantage of his brother in a vulnerable state. He wanted to hurt. He also wanted to comfort. He wanted to do whatever he could to ensure that his brother was alright, that he felt safe. He wanted Richard to know that he would fight for him.
Is this blast of emotion what the family felt for Damian?
No, why would they? Damian was Damian while Richard was Richard. Richard deserved more.
“Would you like a hug, Dami?” Richard asked softly, still cuddling Drake.
Damian suddenly grew aware of the tears on his cheeks and raised an arm to harshly rub them away. He shook his head. He didn’t need a hug of all things. He needed to go find this woman.
First he needed to stop shaking.
“So this bitch—”
“Master Jason.”
“—she got a name?”
Richard just shrugged a shoulder, “she’s in jail.”
Todd grunted and folded his arms, “least Bruce sorted that out.”
Father winced. “Dick told me some months afterwards. She had gone to jail due to tax fraud before I found out.”
Todd stared at Father before sitting up straighter, “are you for real?”
“Hey, I didn’t tell him.” Richard defended.
“Not your fault.” Drake’s muffled voice said from where his face was buried in Richard’s side.
“I know, kiddo.” Richard reassured and ruffled Drake’s hair. “Besides, Bruce told me that he hacked into the systems to give her life in jail. I won’t be seeing her for a while.”
“I’m sorry. To Dick for not doing better, and to Damian for not learning from my mistakes. And Jay, for not sorting this out as quickly as I should be.” Father apologised quietly.
Richard’s face crushed in on itself, “Dad, no.”
Father shook his head, “I really am, Dick.”
“No,” Todd rubbed at his face. “No, that’s not what I meant or wanted, Bruce. I just… I just want to hit someone. I’m being an ass.”
Todd sighed and glanced up at Damian. Whatever Todd saw in the youngest seemed to prompt him to make a decision because he grew rigid and fiddled with the edge of the cast on his leg, “since we’re all being prissy and opening up here. Y’all know my childhood before Bruce. Most of you know the shit I did.” he gestured to Damian. “Was around the kid’s age, bit younger actually. Had to do shit in exchange for food, had to hang around empty corners.”
Damian felt like a bucket of ice cold water was poured down his head when he realised what his brother was saying.
Todd’s shoulders were hunched up defensively. “It's why I can’t, like, it's why I can’t deal well with pedo shit. I lose my cool easy. But yea, you’re not alone and shit.” Todd glared at the cast on his leg. “I didn’t tell Bruce for the longest time either. But when I gave him a list of names he sorted it out. I haven’t heard from any of them since. Don’t even know where most of them are even though I went looking once I became Red Hood. So yeah, when it comes to this crap, Bruce is actually really efficient in keeping you safe. You won’t need to worry.” Todd muttered the last few sentences, cheeks reddening slightly.
From where he stood next to Todd, Alfred laid a hand facing upwards on the cot. Todd stopped tugging at his cast to clasp tightly onto it.
Damian took a shuddering breath. Both of his eldest brothers. Two of the strongest men that Damian has come to know.
He had to admit. He did feel slightly less weak.
But it also made him feel pained. His poor brothers.
No, he didn’t want to pity them. ‘Baby’ them. That’s what they were doing to him and he hated it. Although, he understood it a bit better now.
Drake let out a wet laugh which startled Damian. Dread suddenly filled him when he wondered whether his last brother would add on. Drake came away from Richard and rubbed his tears away, still laughing sadly.
“I only had three attempts. Each time was with an adult too. Must be a Robin thing.”
“Timmy.” Richard said with shock, going back to holding him tightly. Then directed towards the self-derogatory comment he muttered, “Don’t say that.”
Damian wondered if Alfred felt pain from how tightly Todd was clutching onto his hand like a lifeline. But his face betrayed nothing.
“Who the hell were they?” Todd demanded thickly.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Like fuck it doesn’t.”
“Tim,” Father had taken a step forward, face pale and ghostly. “I had no idea.”
“You didn’t even know me for the first two. The third one was when you were lost in the timeline.” A painful sound choked its way out of Drake’s throat and he buried his face back into the wet patch on Richard's side.
“Let me make it right.” Father said just as distressed. “Let me help you.”
Drake shook his head. “It didn’t even fully happen to me.”
“That doesn’t make it any less traumatising,” Richard hissed and protectively wrapped his arms around him tighter.
Drake’s shoulders were shaking but no sounds were coming out, Damian could only assume that he was trying to reign himself in. Damian wrapped his own arms around himself. He felt cold. He felt dizzy. So all three of his brothers had experienced this trauma then.
“Besides,” Drake choked out when he finally gained more control over himself. “The first person, she disappeared off the earth and randomly ended up in jail. I don’t know why or how. The second guy did too but I’m pretty sure that’s one of the men Jason told you about.”
“What?” Todd hissed.
“I’d see him at galas. One day, after Bruce took you in, I saw him approach you at a gala and by the next one he was in jail. William Harris?”
To Damian’s utter shock, Todd’s body began to release minor tremors. The memories too much.
“I broke that one’s cheekbone, collarbone, kneecap and pelvis.” Father said. Both Todd and Drake’s heads snapped towards him in surprise. “I should’ve done worse.”
“He didn’t get too far.” Drake said in a way he must’ve assumed to be reassuring.
“He went too far the moment he had a single thought about you.” Father nearly growled.
“The last one?” Richard asked quietly as he held Drake.
Drake shrugged, “I was at the League. Cass was there. She saved me.”
Richard shut his eyes and Damian prevented himself from audibly gasping when he noticed a tear slip down Richard’s cheek. “I should’ve been there. I’m sorry.”
Drake shook his head, face still hidden by Richard. “Not your fault.”
Richard didn’t say “I know” this time around.
Damian looked around the room. Richard, Jason and Timothy. His brothers in every way other than blood. All had also been touched.
He felt less alone.
“Before we wrap this up.” Father spoke with a guttural tone. “I commend all of you for sharing your stories, your pains. And all for the sake of one another. So that none of you feels alone. So that each of you understands that there is someone on your side who knows something about the hurt.”
Father looked at each of his sons, starting at Richard and ending at Damian, his gaze staying on him the longest before swivelling his eyes to the bats up above.
“I want each and every one of you to live knowing that what happened is not your fault. You will be safe from whoever hurt you. I’ll give my life to make sure of it.”
Father nodded to himself, as though making sure he didn’t miss out on everything he wanted to say. Father glanced down at Alfred and then up again.
“I don’t want any of you to feel alone. Just like you didn’t want your brothers to feel alone. You were all so brave to share your stories. Even though they hurt. All because you love this family.” Father swallowed. Choosing his words carefully. “It’s hypocritical of me now to say to you boys that you should accept my help, when I refused to take help because just like you I thought it made me, well, weak. I don’t want any of you to feel like I don’t understand at least a little of what you’re going through. I’ve never told anyone this but… but when I was new to Batman, I didn’t notice someone drugging my drink at a gala. Took me almost two days to make it back to the Manor.”
Father finally forced himself to look away from the bats and to his family.
Damian couldn’t process what he had heard. His heart beating in his ears. Father? Father? Of all the people Damian would have thought of enduring this pain, his Father hadn’t even made the list.
Father was Batman. He was Bruce Wayne. The Dark Knight. Founder of the Justice League. Father was Justice itself. He was strong. Powerful. He was the most respectable man there was.
Father was Father.
There was no way, no way whatsoever, that someone touched Father without his permission. That someone took from Father. Had dishonoured him while he was vulnerable. While he laid there helplessly.
Just like Damian had been.
Damian couldn’t bring himself to comprehend what he was hearing and he wasn’t alone. Richard’s jaw had dropped. He floundered aimlessly when he couldn’t find the right words. Drake had come away from Richard’s tight grasp. He was still holding onto the elder but had to turn to look at Father, his face wet and blotchy. Todd had simply stilled. Damian wasn’t even sure whether Todd’s mind was currently present. It had seemed as though the man was dissociating.
“My boy…” Alfred breathed out and now it was his turn to hold onto Todd’s hand like a lifeline.
“Sorry, Alf.” Father said, keeping his gaze off of everyone.
“No, my child. I am sorry.” Alfred said. The man looked torn between running to Father and letting go of Todd’s hand.
Damian recalled how Alfred had felt the need to hold Damian the other night. How Alfred had clung on and whispered comforting promises and reassurances. How Alfred had nearly cried.
And Damian was only just his grandson while Father was his son. The urge to comfort must be so much more. Damian owed Alfred. He wanted to pay back his grandfather’s kindness.
But also, Damian remembered how it had felt. Being touched by others and being unable to get away. The fear and courage that came with telling people, his family, that he was assaulted.
He wouldn’t wish that on anyone. But aside from Alfred, each member of this family had admitted to it in the last ten minutes.
Damian didn’t want comfort. He wanted to not be touched. To be forgotten in this Cave. So he was content in simply standing in the middle of the room. Richard and Drake were holding each other, comforting one another in the light of their respective news. Todd was using Alfred for stable leverage, using the man to ground him.
But Father was completely alone. He was stood there. His expression was lost. He had no one to comfort him after admitting to this revelation.
Alfred had observed similarly because he made one minuscule step towards Father but had to stop and turn to look at the hand Todd was unconsciously, desperately holding onto.
Damian made the choice to minutely pay back the kindness his family had given him.
He took his own small step towards Father and softly spoke. “Father?”
“Damian?” Father smiled his gentle tired smile.
Not knowing what to do, Damian imitated his Grandfather, Father and eldest brother. “Would you like a hug?”
A multitude of emotions that Damian could not decipher flashed through Father’s face. Then Father settled back to a gentle smile and kneeled down slowly onto one knee, opening his arms. “If that’s okay with you.”
Damian would never forget the safety that he had felt the two times Father had encased him with his arms. He wanted nothing more than to return the feeling. He walked across the Cave towards him. Damian was smaller, his cape wouldn’t cover anyone other than himself, his arms wouldn’t fully reach around Father so that his hands could touch. But he was determined to make Father feel better the same way Father did for him.
So, cautiously ensuring that Father was okay with the touch, Damian walked into his arms. He wrapped his arms around as far as they could go and squeezed warmly, closing his eyes and mustering as much emotion as he could to comfort the man. He felt Father wrap his own arms around Damian carefully, also making sure that his child was comfortable. The two of them stayed like that for a moment.
Hesitantly, Damian whispered. “It will be okay, Father.”
Father exhaled painfully. “Thank you, sweetheart. It rarely hurts now. It dulls down as you grow. Sometimes I might remember. But it’s okay.”
A horrible thought passed through Damian’s mind. “Did I trigger your memories?”
“No, son.” Father’s grip grew tighter. “You did nothing wrong.”
Another moment passed and Father rested a hand in Damian’s hair. “Thank you, son.” He said gratefully and pulled away to lay a quick soft kiss into Damian’s hair.
When Damian saw his face he was stunned. Father’s eyes were wet.
“You’re crying,” he gasped.
“It’s okay,” Father rubbed away a tear that slipped onto his face. “I just love you all. You deserve so much more than I can give you.”
“Dad,” Richard said, he and Drake had come closer. “You’ve done more than enough.”
Richard’s face was wet as well, but the man had been too focused on wiping away Drake’s tears to notice.
But Father of course saw and raised an offering hand in question. Richard took it and slowly sat down to cuddle up into Father, bringing a trembling Drake with him.
Damian noticed Father then look up at Todd. A question in his eyes. But Todd shook his head. He didn’t want to join in the spontaneous group hug. It was too much touch for him right now.
And Damian understood that. In fact, they all understood that.
The strongest men Damian had come to know have been sexually abused in the same way that he had been.
It didn’t break them. It didn’t degrade them. They weren’t weak. They were Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood and Red Robin.
The Heroes of Gotham.
And Damian wasn’t alone. Their actions the past few days weren’t from pitying or babying, they were understanding. They knew what he needed. They could relate to the torment in his mind.
If this didn’t make them weak, then how could it make Damian weak?
Damian wasn’t weak. Reynolds didn’t make Damian weak.
He was Robin.
More importantly, he was Damian.
And he would never be alone.