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Damian is in the dining room, eating breakfast with his so-called family. Eating his oatmeal that has bananas and strawberries in it. Sitting next to Drake, which is unfortunate for the 14 year old(Damian is 14, Tim is 16).
Unaware that his twin, thought to be dead, is alive. Running away, bleeding, and completely injured. Heading straight to Gotham. Carrying two one year old's, wrapped in a blanket to keep then steady and they look just like him. Having one blind eye, his left hand randomly starts to tremble out of nowhere.
Bruce doesn’t know he has another biological child, thinking everything is going great, but he has noticed that Damian starts to act differently every year near his birth month. But he is giving his son time to tell him when he is ready.
Tim is a little confused when Damian starts to hang around him more often, not attacking, just… being near. It scares Tim to no end, but it’s… quite nice having his little brother warm up to him. Sitting in silence while Tim works on a case, and Damian sketches in his sketchbook.
Jason can feel something coming, it’s strong, very strong. But it feels like it needs help, like it’s injured and scared and hurting and over all so so very tired. It makes Jason feel what it is feeling, even if it is unaware of that.
Everyone else is confused by two of their members acting strangely.