Damian did not like this new world, his shoulder hurt, injured by the other Tim, he had left to find somewhere he was hopefully wanted, maybe he got more than he bargained for..

He had been caught almost immediately, Tim held him in his arms, like Damian was a child, Damian was not a child, Damian scowled, but that stupid smirk wouldn't remove itself from Tim's face, this wasn't his Tim..his Tim wouldn't do this.

Damian didn't mind it at first, when he first came into consciousness, and then he learned that this Tim, all of this version of Damian's family, killed all of their villains, to 'protect' each other, it was disgraceful, Damian wanted to go home already, but after snapping and running off..he was stuck here unless someone came to get him wasn't he?

Would anyone even come to get him? Would anyone go looking? Would he be missed?

Maybe it was better like this, not quite dead yet, but not very alive either.