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Damian Al Ghul Wayne, as he's called now, first arrived at the manor when he was on the young side. A very, very, very young child. If he remembers correctly, the presence of 3 blubbering fools and one mindless father seemingly lowered his IQ that he originally had at the league; he was at the age of 8 when he first appeared.
His mother, a very beautiful woman if he would say so himself, Talia Al Ghul, had dropped him at Wayne Manor after he had completed his final test at the League of Assassins. There was nothing there he could learn, so she left him here for him to broaden his studies and to also learn how to be a bat. He was, after all, heir to both the Demon and the Bat.
His first impression of the family was… not so great. He had attacked his, now supposed, brother to regain the position that was, at the time, stolen from him. The eldest boy had reacted quickly, and currently, their relationship is rather strained. His father seemed to hold a deep scowl on his face when in his presence, partially his fault. And the butler, a mere servant in his eyes when he first arrived, shook his head and sighed. After that, Damian learned quickly that it wasn't a very good decision in the long run. Now, he had to go to a school facility and learn with those underneath him, and learn from those that aren't quite as good as the tutors he once had, and eat disgustingly plain lunch. Worst of all, he wasn't allowed to train by himself, so someone was always watching him, analyzing him, leaving him no privacy to mentally strain himself for the most optimal vitals.
Overall, Damian wasn't enjoying his stay at the manor. It only seemed to have gotten better when Jason Todd had decided to make an appearance. It was a moment that he sighed in relief, but only for a moment, because Al Ghul doesn't need relief, and also the fact that Jason caught wind of what had happened when he first arrived and had treated him differently as such.
Honestly, Damian had high hopes for Todd. He quite liked him back when they were in the league. Training together and secretly sharing meals when no one was looking, or reading in a nook when the two had "coincidentally" bumped into each other. Now, he was called a demon spawn, which isn't so bad, but it's the tone in the voices that hurt something deep within him, and useless nicknames like brat or gremlin. Firstly, he wasn't a brat but a little more high-maintenance than the rest. Seriously, coffee is disgustingly bitter, and it honestly doesn't give as much energy as an actual meal. Secondly, he was not a gremlin because he had wonderful manners, just as wonderful looks, and he was perfect in every way.
As perfect as a mistake like him could be.
…?
An odd thought had swiftly skimmed into Damian's head, but he quickly shook it off. He, of course, was perfect.
Perfect in being a mistake.
Yes, it must've been the wind
Damian didn't often eat in the dining area with his family. He finds it disgusting that his family can eat such pure animals with peace of mind. Sure, he killed animals before, but that is different because instead of eating them, he harvests the materials he can before giving them a proper burial. If he hadn't been forced to kill animals, he would've never even considered the thought of murdering such wonderful, adorable things. They were pure, a gift from nature, every animal perfect and unique, yet his family ate them like they were made for him. He preferred eating in his own room, where he ate rice and stews, salads of all kinds, and pastries that were made with no eggs, of course. He did allow me, mith; ugh, milk was a gift from cows that are meant to be shared. He makes sure that Pennyworth only buys the best milk the cows that are free and only milk when they want to. Occasionally, when those aren't in stores, which is rare, he is alright with milk from nuts. They are rather sweet and not as delicious as milk from cows, but he allows it because he would rather die from choking than drink milk from a cow that was forced into making milk.
You're just too weak to admit that they don't want you eating with them. You mistake.
Yes, it is because his family disgusts him with the way they eat meat. Nothing more, nothing less.
Damian often finds patrol boring. After a few months of waiting, he had finally become Robin, his rightful place, after Drake had been kicked out and turned into Red Robin. Honestly, the older kid just couldn't let go and just had to stick to his superhero name. Damian is here now, and he intends to stay, so Drake would have to go.
Unluckily, he was the only one to object to the name, so Drake stayed as Red Robin.
Anyways, Damian found patrol boring because he couldn't kill anyone, couldn't dismember anyone, couldn't even threaten anyone. Patrolling as Robin was against everything he once knew. Perhaps being Robin wasn't quite for him, but he'll stick around because it is his belonging.
No one wants you to be Robin, that's why.
Yes, he definitely doesn't like Robin because it is boring. Not because an inner voice deep within him is a proposterious thing that is filled with negativity and everything bad that he doesn't want to become. That's definitely not it, because it is not true, and he is perfectly sane and doesn't have multiple voices in his head like some weird, crazy person.
You can't ignore me forever. I am, and will always be one with you. We are the same.