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Damian released a shaky breath he wasn't aware he was holding. He just spoke to his Father, who explained how things work in the Wayne Pack, and there were two important points that Father has stressed on:
1. You don't harm others, be it physically or mentally .
2. There's no hierarchy, no one is better than the other.
Damian didn't understand. In the League, in order to achieve power and gain respect from others, you must eliminate all potential threats. And that is what Damian was expected to do, so he targeted Timothy Drake, his Father's 3rd son, a newly presented Alpha who held Father's affection and love.
Drake also had the respect and trust that Damian yearned for. Grayson and Todd were not wary of Drake, and smothered him in affection the whole time. Damian has only gotten tense smiles from Grayson, and death glares from Todd due to his attempt on Drake's life.
Father has also briefly mentioned punishment, saying that Damian will eventually be punished for his actions. The passing comment made Damian's blood run cold, and as he stood in front of Todd's door, reeking of anxiety and fear, he went over the potential punishments he'd be given.
Grayson could easily beat him, although the man seemed a bit too soft to do so. Therefore, Damian suspects isolation. One of grandfather's favourites. Grayson could easily use his power as the oldest son, the second in command, and isolate Damian in the old attic. He'd be starved of course, after all it was nothing he couldn't handle.
Todd was a large man. A very large man who could easily snap Damian's little body in half. The man seemed always angry, his eyes glowing green whenever he saw Damian. He is only ever calm when he is fretting and dotting over Drake. Especially after Damian tried to kill the latter, Todd never leaves the seventeen year old alone. Todd would punish him harshly for harming someone he held dear to his heart, and Damian was ready to accept any punishment heading his way.
However, one of the punishments he fears the most is another one of his grandfather's favourites. In order to punish Damian for his failures, Grandfather would let strange men teach him a lesson. Damian never really understood what the punishment was, all he knew was that he was required to lay down on the bed, and then the men would strip him of his clothes. It was always cold whenever the men were, and Damian was always sore afterwards. He'd scrub himself clean of the fluids he'd wake up covered in after, shivering at the cruel smirk on his Grandfather's face.
Damian never really got an explanation for this punishment, and it was always carried out when he's done something unforgivable in his Grandfather's eyes. Now the eight year old fears that his brothers will see it as a crime as well.
He knocked on the door once, not going in until he heard Todd's gruff voice giving him permission. When he opened the door, he found his Father's sons gathered on the bed, with Drake's head in Todd's lap, and Grayson cuddling with him from where he was sprawled out on the bed. They all turned to him, eyebrows raising when they saw him standing.
"Damian? Is..everything alright?" Grayson asked, eyebrows furrowing as he took in the pup's state. His little hands were shaking around the doorknob, and his eyes glossy. In all honesty, he looked 5 seconds away from bursting into tears.
"Father said that I shall expect punishment for my actions. I trust you will be the one to carry it out." Damian said, trying to keep a steady and monotonous tone, but failing at the end as his voice cracked with fear.
Suddenly Todd's head snapped up, a growl erupting from his chest. Todd's eyes glowed green as Grayson's eyes widened. The sound of the Alpha's growl caused Damian to flinch backwards, a whimper leaving his mouth.
"I-I have been trained to endure my punishments without crying if that's what you prefer. Therefore, any punishment of your choosing would suffice." Damian whispered, fidgeting anxiously with his hands as Todd suddenly stood up and started walking over to him, the two others following his lead.
Damian prepared himself, breathing sharply in as Todd crouched in front of him. He whimpered quietly when he saw how furious Todd looked, wanting to escape as soon as he could.
"Pup." Jason growled, frowning at how terrified the baby in front of him looked. " What punishment are you taking about?"
Damian was now confused, trying to understand the man's question. Did Father not tell him about his punishment?
"Father said that I will eventually be punished for my actions." Damian stated, frowning at the way Dick breathed shakily before moving closer.
"Bruce said that?" At Damian's nod, Dick frowned. Bruce probably didn't mean the punishment the youngest pup had in mind, but he must've forgot to explain.
"I don't understand. I must be punished, so I came to you." Damian said, looking confused as Dick sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I do not need your pity. I can endure whatever punishment you'll choose for me." Damian added proudly, crossing his arms behind his back.
"Help me understand pup, what punishment are you expecting right now?" Tim asked, wincing slightly as Jason's fists clenched to his sides.
"Beatings, Whipping, Isolation, Starvation. These are the ones Grandfather liked the most." Damian was too much of a coward to tell them about the 'Bed' punishment, scared they'd find out how much he hated it.
"Oh god.." Dick whispered, his eyes wide as he took in what the little pup just admitted. He was just eight, and he already had to go through Ra's sadistic ways. It made him want to find that old man and beat him back and blue, not stopping until he heard the man's pleads.
"There's something else. Right?" Tim asked, looking concerned as he saw the way Damian bit his lip, wanting nothing more but to gather him in his arms.
Damian paled at the question, trying not to whimper as Tim gently took his hand in his and squeezed it in comfort.
"I- There was the- the bed punishment." Damian said, eyes getting watery as he remembered it. He did not want to endure it again, and the three men in front of him could easily pin him and do whatever they please with his body. They were too large, and strong.
"Bed?" Jason growled, pulling Damian to his chest, emitting a scared squeal from the pup.
"What's the bed punishment, sweetheart?" Dick asked, looking almost afraid of the answer as he sat on the bed, making the rest follow him. Jason sat in the middle with Damian in his arms, Tim to his left as he rubbed Damian's back.
"I-I never understood what it was." Damian admitted, his cheeks heating up as all three of them observed him.
"Damian. Did anyone touch you?" Jason asked, looking a second away from murdering someone. The way his grip on Damian's little body tightened made the little pup melt into his arms, Dick cooing at the action.
"Answer his question, baby. Did anyone touch you.. in your privates?" He asked softly, stroking the the pup's cheeks gently.
Damian nodded, tensing when he heard three fierce growls in the room. Was this it? Were they going to kill him?
"I am gonna fucking murder Ra's. And Talia, a bunch of fuckers." Jason growled, Dick and Tim nodding to his threat.
The three stopped when the scent of fear and defeat spread through the air, making them look at the little bundle in Jason's arms. He was crying quietly, a thumb tucked in his mouth as he suckled on it, trying to get any sort of comfort. Tears streamed down his face, his face red as hiccups made him jump every ten seconds or so.
Dick cooed, gathering the little pup in his arm and rocking him. He was going to protect his little puppy forever.
"Shh sweetheart, it's alright. No one can hurt you now. You're safe, baby." Dick rumbled, pressing kisses to his puppy's temple. Jason then passed him a soft blue blanket, urging him to swaddle the little boy in it to warm him up.
"No one will hurt you here, pup. We don't physically punish each other here." Tim explained, carding his fingers through his puppy's hair.
The four settled down on the bed, Damian pressed to Dick's chest as he gave in to his instincts. Ones that his mother would've punished him for.
Damian started kneading into Dick's chest, chirping in reply to the Alphas rumbles. He cooed up at Dick, nuzzling into the older's neck. He then felt the others gently scenting him, pressing their noses to his little neck. Little Damian was now officially scent drunk.
His brothers laughed at the flushed look on their baby's face, cooing and crooning at him as he started purring.
"We'll get him checked tomorrow. Just to make sure he's healthy." He heard Jason mutter to the others, making him whine in disagreement.
"Shh lil' pup, it's alright." Jason soothed, rubbing the puppy's back in comfort, curling around his brother's small body.
"You're safe with us, baby boy. Nothing will happen to you." Dick promised, patting his baby's bum gently as the pup let out content noises at the action.
"Our little puppy." Tim cooed, tickling Damian's chin gently, making him giggle at the sensation. All three softened at the sound, smiling softly at the boy.
Yeah, he was definitely staying with them.