Damian sat in his room, staring at the wall. His father standing by the door to the dark room. The rain outside was hitting the window like bricks, it was a wonder how the windows were not breaking.

"Damian, we have to go." Bruce said calmly into the dark and quiet room. Damian turned his head slightly and looked at his father, Damian didn't want to go. He didn’t want to be the child of Batman who needs therapy. It made him weak.

"Come on, Damian." Bruce said a little firmer, Damian reluctantly stood up and followed his father.

At the Therapy

Damian entered the quiet room, it was a nicely decorated room, that was for sure. He sat down in the couch in the middle of the room and looked around, wasn’t he supposed to have a therapist? Suddenly the door opened.