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I’ve got no celebration
Just this consolation
Time eats all his children
In the end
A melody floats through the air
When silence falls, does no one care?
Does anyone care?
Gotham's dark and sober nights always bring loneliness and dread with them.
You'd rather feel alone on the streets of Gotham than feel like there's a stranger lurking around.
Because the unknown does not always bring good things with it.
Damian tries to wander in search of the last place where he had his memories. The place where he broke and was reborn.
He knows this is stupid and that he should hurry up, it won't be long before the bats (bats?) figure out he's not in the right place.
He walks until his legs hurt. Then he decides to take a bus and buy a sandwich in downtown Gotham (in fact, he hadn't eaten anything all day) so he takes another bus.
And he arrives at his stop.
The docks.
He is greeted by cold and screams of old memories in his head.
warehouses. warehouses. Warehouses. WAREHOUSES. THE WAREHOUSE
His mind screams. It hurts like it's going to explode.And shatter into millions of pieces.He can even imagine his headless body bleeding out on the floor in a huge mouth of blood.
Focus
He goes back to following the path in one direction. Just following his intuition.
His intuition leads him to a fixed warehouse. Damian approaches only to see that it is locked.
"Tt"
"when you have no choice, create one"
Someone said this to Damian one day, the strange thing is that no one said this to him now when he lost his memory.
Nobody said anything.
They simply moved on. They left Damian's path and achievements behind.
"I really don't want to remember?" Damian asks himself.
He gets upset when he sees a window, Damian thinks it's too far away, but that doesn't stop him from trying to climb up.
When he manages to get into the warehouse, he whimpers, his hands having been injured in the process.
It hurts-
Focus
He is startled when he realizes that the warehouse floor is still covered in blood, but dry.
Something happened here. Damian starts walking, it's dark, only illuminated by the moonlight that invades the windows.
The more Damian walks, he notices more blood, a lot of it. Someone got hurt badly here.
Then he sees.
A chair.
And Robin sitting in it, staring at Damian, as if he had been waiting for him.
And he was.
"You're here," Robin says, and Damian is startled, not knowing what to say.
"Who are you?" Damian asks
"You know I am," Robin replies, and Damian knows he's right.
"Who am I?" The right question.
"the true self of us" He answers.
"Will my memories come back?"
"no"
"why?"
"Because I don't want to." Robin's tone of voice becomes colder.
"Do you want to let go of everything we've achieved?" Damian presses.
"I want to forget the hell we went through. We're happy like this." Robin shrugs.
"But I'm not," Damian refutes, "I'm sure there are things I wouldn't want to forget."
"It's a sacrifice," Robin replies. "If you remember, you won't be the same anymore. You won't be free anymore."
"I'm not free not knowing who I am" Damian loses his patience.
"Yes, you are. You don't need to remember the mistakes we made. The damned instincts that still stick in our memories, tormenting us!!!" Robin also loses his patience and raises his voice.
"...You're a coward to run away, to the point of running away from your own memories" Damian provokes.
"Tt....I'm doing what I think is right"
"Exactly. What do you think? You think you're okay when you're locked up." Damian refutes. "You miss that!!"
"I don't know what you--"
"You miss being Robin!!"
"I--"
"You feel hurt by your own memories, but isn't that the fear of "sacrifice" you spoke of?!?If it weren't for the things we've been through, I wouldn't be like this!! Bad things can make us good in the future--"
"Shit, that's what you don't understand!!" Robin screams "Do you know why you are like this?! Why don't you remember!! We suffer bad things and we continue to be bad!! We don't improve, we can't be happy!!"
"Oh, don't tell me. Being Robin doesn't make you happy? Richard, Baba, Timothy and Jason don't make you happy?"
"Yes but-- I can't... Thank them--"
"Then try Robin. Give me a chance... Let us live" Damian sighs.
He and Robin don't talk anymore after that.
Robin stares at the floor, and Damian feels his headache grow.
He doesn't know if he has a fever, he feels nauseous again, and his vision starts to blur.
"I'll think about our case," Robin replies before disappearing into Damian's head.
Speaking of Damian...Why is someone there calling Damian?
Damian only notices the red hood before letting the darkness embrace him.
He just wishes he could wake up, and be the same.
I wish his memories would come back, bad or not, but that those memories wouldn't hurt him so much.