Damian was leaning against the wall in the Teen Titans Tower in his room. He held his side and cursed under his breath. This was all his fathers fault; if he had never been put on this stupid team then he would be fine right now. He would be off doing his own thing and fighting crime how he wants. But no, his Father had to send him here. Some punishment, seems more like a prison sentence. He hated everybody here. He was hurt, his side was bleeding and so was his head; at least he was in his room, he knew nobody would find him in here. he narrowed his eyes and scoffed. Before muttering. “Pain is for the weak. Get over it.”