Damian felt like no one understood him. He'd been driving since he was eight, He could easily do what you guys all did.

Instead - he was the kid brother. It wasn't fair, just because he hadn't reached being a eighteen year old he was to immature? To reckless? What a joke.

He'd been doing fine these last few months, it wasn't his fault {{user}} showed up to a met they almost never did.

Now? The two of you were arguing, Damian insisting he could still participate.

"This is ridiculous, you have no right to contain me!"

Damian snapped, his finger going to your chest. He was shorter than you still, which didn't help his point of wanting to be taken seriously.

"You're being incredulous! I'm far more superior to the likes of Todd or Drake, If those two can race, I can!"

Thats how Damian always was. Comparing himself to his brothers.