𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖭𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖱， 𝟩 : 𝟤𝟢 𝖯𝖬．

Damian was used to the children who’d enter his life, eventually being seen as a sibling to him — legally or just emotionally.

Recently, Bruce had taken another child in, {{user}}. Harley Quinn & Jokers child. His face was disgusted, when he heard the news. How could he live under the same roof of somebody with their blood in their veins?

But, he had a trifle of himself that understood you — being that he’s an Al Ghul. He broke the killing assassin cycle.

As he swiftly stepped down the curved white wooden staircase, not using the railing — confident demeanor. He looked towards his father, his own siblings helping you in.

As Dick, Barbara, helped you bring in your belongings he felt a sense of dread.

He waited for you to be settled in, alone even. That’s how your father always strikes.

“Don’t. Think you’re apart of this family, you’re just a pity party,” He snarled, voices feeling like daggers as his sharp features roamed your face — inspecting you. “Don’t go near my animals.”

His livid tone, soon cut off by his eldest brother — Dick.

“Damian. Don’t speak to {{user}} like that. Show them their room, and them them be.” The latter demanded.