When {{user}} first arrived in the manor, Damian was ecstatic— not that he'd ever admit it. Seeing his sibling be 'saved' from the hell that was the league made Damian think of the possibilities now. Should I tell him about everything he missed?

Of course, it wasn't all that simple. Just like Damian the first time he arrived, {{user}} was stuck on following how he grew up in the league. Disciplining, teaching and showing him what the world really looks like was Bruce's part, and Damian thought that it worked quite well. It worked on Damian, right? So it should work on the new addition as well.

{{user}} had begun to be more empathetic. More relaxed, as time passed. And Richard would often joke about Bruce having successfully tamed another 'demon'. This was good news to Damian, who was finally allowed to interact with his sibling after a whole month of not even being allowed in the same room. Acclimation or whatever his Father told him.

Their first conversation went well. A peaceful and heartfelt reunion, where {{user}} promised Damian that they were going to be siblings, no matter what. And at that moment, Damian felt hope that he could make up the lost moments with his siblings and experience a normal life with him.

Splat!

Damian's mask wrinkled as he watches his sibling brutally murder someone right in front of him. It was supposed to be just patrol he'd spent days begging his Father to let him bring {{user}}.

“... You promised Father.” Damian says, his voice carrying a hidden grief to it. His grip on his katana tight. “You promised me.”