Damian Suffers For My Amusement

The only ships I'd include is Dick/Kory, Bruce/Selina and Tim/Bernard (I'm not the biggest shipper in this. I just like focusing on torturing the baby bat)

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It's racking his brain. It's like a drum set that's way too loud. Robin checks all the other bodies as well, all Court of Owl masks. Did he do this?

It's odd, Batman hasn't called for him, nor has anyone else. His signal is jammed... but how long is it that he can go before getting a signal? If he leaves, will other Court members clean away any evidence? It wouldn't be right to leave without finding out what happened. With or without assistance.

Robin looks at the side, there's a vent... the Court has eyes all over Gotham, and below is where they stay. Robin gets into the vent and crawls. It's a bit cramped, but he can make it. Robin keeps crawling through, and he stops when he hears voices echoing around.

"Have they found him?"

"No. Every one of them is gone, we can't find him."

"Surely he can be of use."

"Find him. Look everywhere."

They're looking for him... why? What do they expect to find by getting him?

Robin slips out the vent, and the Court of Owls is just talking. Searching. No one can help him... connection is down, and he's all alone. All because of the Lazarus Pit, making him lose his focus. Robin keeps listening. Then he hears it, a shuffle of noise.

A Talon lunges over to him, and Robin takes out his katana, plunging it into the beings stomach.

"Someone's there!"

Shit.

Robin scrambles away back into the vent, making his escape. Normally, he might fight or make a bold thing to fight to the death. Not like this. Not now. He might be cocky, but even he knows that an assassin is only as good as their battlefield. He makes it out, past the unconscious people. Robin keeps running, and then he something slashes his back, another Talon.

Dick convincing Damian to not actually go through with leaving.

Mission Success

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Robin was uneasy throughout the night. It was normal with their line of work, but tonight just felt... strange. He left without Batman, because why not? Out of all the nights he decided to leave again, it was this one. It was all fine at first, bank robbery, thugs, basic things. Then it struck him. He felt like his skull was splitting open. Reminds him of the story of Athena. Is Wonder Woman reminded many times of it when she gets a headache?

Robin's head was pounding, and he could barely keep himself up anymore. Then, he could feel the rush of the Lazarus Pit coursing through his veins. It was empowering, and that terrified him. He knows what happens or... whatever he can remember, that is. His entire body is on fire, and he can't help the way he clutches his head and groans. Then it stops. A cold frost covering the layer that was once an inferno. Then it's dark.

Robin wakes up and sees red. Dark crimson on his gloves. A few feet ahead is a body. Alive or not, he doesn't want to find out yet... but he has to. Unconscious... that's not... bad. Yet the amount of slashes on their body isn't helping his case. Robin sighs and looks around, blood... under his boot. Robin stares at the blood, as if it's the most fascinating thing in the world. Then there's another. And another. And another. And another. Unconscious bodies all lined up leading somewhere.

Maybe someone else would walk away, call the police, you know, a normal human reaction. Not this kid. No. He's walking and following the trail.

Did I do this?

No... surely not.

Will father understand?

Why would he?

I caused this trail... right?

Robin keeps going into the dark, and Red Hood drops down to him. "Hey bud. Where ya headed?" Robin's eyes flash to where Hood is, and he throws a dagger. It's a simple toss, easy to just tilt his head and let it miss. "What the hell was that for?!" "Go... away." Red Hood takes off his helmet and mask, looking at the baby bat look so dazed. "Kid, I'm not gonna fight you. Now please, calm down, don't grab out any other daggers you have cause Lord knows you have a million. Wanna start talking?" Robin leaps at Jason, another dagger in hand, and he aims to slash at Jason's neck. Jason immediately moves back and punches Robin in the face. "Snap out of it!" Robin cries out in pain and immediately moves back, Jason feels a giant amount of worry run through him. What is going on with him?

"Okay, hey, listen. I'm not here to fight you, Dami. It's me. Jason. Your brother."

Robin takes off his mask and drops it down as he curls up into a ball and looks away. "I'm sorry..." "What happened?" "It's all my fault..."

Jason kneels down to Damian, watching him carefully, yet he can see the green glow in his eyes. Not the Lazarus Pit, Damian is different when it's the Pit. This is fear toxin. He must've fought Crane or got hit by a trap. "Are you... scared?" Damian nods just a bit and looks away. "It's all my fault, I didn't mean to." "What happened?" "I... I hurt them..!" Damian already has tears down his face. "Who?"

"My family..."

Jason watches as Damian sobs. "I-I hurt my family... all of them, because of me. It's all my fault... I'm sorry. Father, Richard, Jason, Timothy... everyone. It's all my fault..." "What can you see, Dami?" "All of them... dead, bleeding, and I killed them."

Jason looks at Damian and speaks like one would to a startled animal. "You didn’t hurt anyone, Damian. No one is angry at you. We all love you. You’re part of our family, and we just want you to be ok." Jason holds his hand out. All Damian can see on his hand is blood, just like the others...

"It's all my fault. I killed them, I hurt them, I loved them. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry."

"Hey... no, you didn't do anything, baby bat. It's just the fear toxin. It's not real. I'm right here. I'm alive." Jason reaches his hand out, and Damian looks at his hand then to his eyes. Carefully, Damian reaches out, lightly touching Jason's hand to test if it's real. Once feeling the warmth, Damian holds Jason's hand. "But... I hurt you all. You were bleeding." "No, look at me, I'm here. Can you look me in the face?"

Damian shakes his head. He knows if he looks, then everything will get worse. "That's okay, you don't have to. Come on, let's go home." Jason holds Damian's hand, and they head back to the Manor.

It's an okay Webtoon, a little confusing. I mainly like it when it's centered on Jason, maybe cause I'm biased. Anyways, here's the murderous baby of mine showing up in "Like Son II"

Kids aren't meant for this... they aren't meant to be littered with scars like this.

Why me?

Why do I have to do this?

Why can't I, for at least one damn day, give it up?

Why can't I feel normal?

This body is wrong. This body is broken and scarred.

But it's mine.

No matter how much I may hate to look upon it, it's mine. And damn it all if I dared back down.

I've come too far to give up now. This body is broken, but it's my pieces. And I'm not giving it up anytime soon. No matter what you did to me, no matter what you left me, no matter that, you let me suffer.

I'd be a liar if I said I didn't miss you. But look at the body you've made and weep.

Song is "Achilles Come Down" by Gang of Youths.

Jason: ...what?

Damian: Timothy sent me this link. You wrote an "In-depth look into Gotham's vigilantes." The first thing you put for me was "A bratty child in need of love, and I will give it."

Jason: *Mumbles* Damn it... TIM! WHY THE HELL DID YOU SEND IT TO HIM?!

Tim: Huh? OH CRAP I MEANT TO SEND THAT TO STEPHANIE!

Damian: What the hell do you mean by "Deeply traumatized by expectations." And "Needs a hug and refuses to admit it."

Feels weird, I should be remembering something important

Am I floating? I'm underwater..?

Wait if I am...

The voices crashed in like a hurricane.

When did I die? How?

Gotta get up, have to swim out of this

He couldn't move when his body was on fire, stitching itself back together.

The voices screamed and pounded against his skull, something was tugging him up. His ears rung.

He coughed and gasped once he got out, something was supporting him. "Robin, thank goodness, I got you kid. Let it all out I'm right here"

Robin threw up the Lazarus Pit's water and his stomach recoiled. "It's okay, take your time. Taking a dip in the freezing water during a snowstorm isn't exactly ideal" Robin whined and let most of his weight exhaust on the support.

"Hey now, you coming back to Earth? You gotta be freezing, there's a safehouse a few blocks down South. Lean on me, I'll get you there"

The walk over was a blur, his vision was in and out and the support was muffled whenever it spoke.

"Here we are, easy does it baby bat"

Robin was inexplicably hot, even though his body was wracked with shivers.

"Give me your feet, I gotta get you out of these clothes"

"...Lazar...us..."

"No, not the Lazarus Pit. Just cold Gotham water"

Robin tensed up as his head spun. "Steady now, don't want you passing out. I had to swim you out of there. You weren't even moving"

"Lazarus..."

"No. No Lazarus, no League of Assassins and no Nanda Parbat. We're just in Gotham, me and you are in this safehouse"

"Who..?"

"Jason. It's just me, come on, let's get you out of this uniform."

"How far did I drop?"

"A couple feet from the building, you freaked out as soon as I got there. I thought you would've gotten yourself out, no matter. I'm here for you."

Robin's head is pounding. The voices are swirling, and he feels like it's a lie that he wasn't just in the Lazarus Pit. He can feel as if his body is forcing itself to mend. "My body hurts. It feels like it's on fire." "That's what happens when you plummet into cold water."

A warm feeling overtakes Damian as his mask is basically peeled off, and he can feel the outline of the cold water on his skin. "Tt." Damian takes off his gloves, and he shivers as his skin hits the cold and hot air. How is it hot and cold at the same time? It is beyond Damian now. Damian leans his head back as Jason helps take off his uniform and puts him in some regular clothes. "Thank you, Jason."

"Try not to make "swimming in cold water" a normal thing."

"No way, it wasn't some fun trip, zero stars."