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? Robin Part 1 ?

"You don't know me at all!" Damian roared, hands swinging to his sides and fists clenching. His jaw tightened as Bruce's did. "You didn't even know I existed until mother decided to let you know, what kind of father doesn't know his child exists?" Damian exclaimed, voice raising in volume and his temper rising even further. It left from being just in his eyes and to begin coursing through his body from a pit in his stomach, hence the clenched fists.

"I didn't know because Talia assaulted me Damian, I had no idea what was going on, it wasn't my fault! She disappeared once the deed was done. Had I known what happened I would've searched, just to make sure-!"

"So I was just an accident then?" Damian snapped.

Now Bruce clenched his fists in frustration. "I'm not saying that Damian-!"

"You just did, and frankly I don't care anymore father, I don't want to be your child!" Damian shouted. The words left his mouth and he instantly wondered if they should've been kept in. Bruce remained silent, his tense body gave away the sudden shock of the words and what Damian guessed was hurt, anger and frustration settled in his eyes.

Instead of blowing up, Bruce blew out a long sigh before walking to Damian and holding out a hand. "Your Robin badge Damian." He said calmly. Damian glared and clutched the badge on his chest in his hand.

"So this is your punishment? Take Robin away for a time until I say I'm sorry for speaking my mind?" He asked, venom lacing his voice, flaming green eyes matching. Those green eyes reminded Bruce too much of Talia and right now, all of Damian did. His words, his stance, his actions, his anger, all of it. The last thing Bruce wanted was Damian to turn into his mother. But he also didn't want Damian to turn into him.

"Damian, I won't ask again." He said, ignoring the statement his son had made. Damian continued to refuse and Bruce was at the end of his rope. He grasped Damian's wrist tightly.

"Father!" Damian exclaimed. Bruce pressed a certain spot on Damian's wrist causing the boy's hand to lightly spasm and release his grip on the Robin badge, dropping it into Bruce's hand. The pressure remained a moment too long and a tad too harsh. Damian yanked his wrist away, rotating it softly and sure bruises would form. He continued to glare at his father with those eyes.

"Not a time," Bruce said, clutching the 'R' in his fist. "You're officially banned Damian, you're too much like her." Bruce said, pausing. "Too much like your mother." And with that, he turned on his heel and stalked towards the exit of the cave, leaving Damian dumbfounded.

"I-," The boy started. Then the moment caught up. Robin was gone. He was no longer Robin. That title, that responsibility, that persona, that one chance at redemption, was gone. He clutched his wrist tightly. "Father, I advise you to rethink-!"

Bruce flushed with anger. "You will advise nothing Damian!" Bruce roared, sealed anger coming out. "Enough! No more arguing! You will not bring this up any more! Go change, you won't need the suit anymore!" And before he could say anything else to hurt the boy further, he promptly stormed out of the cave.

Damian stood, still as ever, the suit feeling useless without the honorary badge. It weighed him down. Robin was his chance at redemption. The one way he saw fitting to make up for all he'd done in his life. All the killing and hurt, the people and families he'd injured and murdered. All the torture he'd ordered or issued himself. It was all him. He was a horrible person, but felt as though Robin gave him a reason to live, a reason to redeem. To take down those who were just as horrid a person as he. But now that was gone. Damian sank down to the bench as he let his mind spiral.

What now?

Robin was a crutch of sorts, Robin helped him to see a reason to continue living, that there was still a chance for him. But now, that chance was gone. Taken without mercy and without his father knowing why Robin matters so much to him. Damian, not knowing what to do and not knowing who to trust, forced himself to his feet and found his way to his motorbike. He set a destination for metropolis. He set a destination for Jon.