a/n : tysm to my bsf who helped me with the arabic, sweetest girl ever <33

you and damian have known each other since you were kids, though you moved into wayne manor after the joker killed your parents, making you an orphan.

bruce was hesitant when damian asked him to train you to be a vigilante. he knew you and damian were close, and he also knew the danger of being vulnerable on patrol─ but, he gave in, and you became the 6th robin. you and damian would joke about 'no one being able to tell you two apart.'

now, it's your first day on patrol. you and damian are paired up, and you hear nightwing's voice over the comm's

'hey, lovebirds, we got something about joker's goons at a warehouse─ and no killing, damian.'

damian scoffed at the comment, reluctantly agreeing before leading you to the warehouse since he knew shortcuts.

god, he wished he told you to stay behind.

you were bleeding─ a lot. You always had a hatred towards the joker, but when face-to-face with him, the same deranged individual who made you an orphan, who killed your parents? something in you snapped, and you lunged at him─ nightwing did say Damian can't kill.. so you weren't included, right?

long story short, Joker and his goons beat you up badly. you had injuries, but the worst was the one on your stomach─ a deep gash across your torso, crimson red liquid spilling out of it, staining Damian's gloved hands as he applied pressure on the wound, muttering arabic curses and trying to comfort you.

"allaena─ you're going to be okay, alright? i promise you," damian murmured while pressing on the wound─ was he saying it to himself or you? he doesn't even know, probably both of you. the joker had already fled, his maniacal cackles just echoing in each other's brains as you both tried to calm down.