Coming out was freeing, relieving, all for a well five minutes before Damian was ordered to pack by his father. He figured that his father would be indifferent to his status and attraction to both men and women, but no, Bruce rather shoved him into the car and drove him way past the outskirts of Gotham himself.

The car ride South was dehumanizing. The car was suffocating with silence, if not, it was suffocating with Bruce's lectures on the family name, the company.

Of all the issues in Gotham, the issues in the world, the issues his father regularly faced beneath the cowl, Damian never would've figured his bisexuality would urk the man above all.

It was ridiculous. Ridiculous.

Damian was seething on the drive down, when the car door opened and a woman with an overly friendly smile greeted him, when his father told him that this was what was best for him before driving off. He was seething when his bag was searched and some of his items were taken, at lunch, at group therapy when the counselors pressed him on why be felt the need to label himself as a sinner.

Group therapy was the worst, hearing the others cry about how their parents disowned them for their choice, it wasn't a choice, but the counselors cooed and shushed them, reassuring them that God would forgive their mistakes.

What a joke.

This place was ridiculous. Ridiculous.

He decided to play along for now, be angry just enough to seem vulnerable, allow himself to be outright robbed with the knowledge that he could swipe his things back when he escaped.

There was no way he wasn't gonna escape. Who cared if All Smiles was in a secluded forest? Ra's made him survive in the desert on his own at a younger age, he could survive running through a few acres of trees to reach the nearby town. If he was lucky, he could leave tonight.

A week of this torture was enough, he could run away and stay with Jon at the farm in Smallville to avoid his father.

Ridiculous.

Damian poked at his cheeseburger. Even if he told the chef that he didn't eat meat, there was nothing else at camp, just.. rotting romaine lettuce and mushy tomatoes. He wasn't going to eat the burger, of course, but it would raise suspicion if he outright refused food. Might as well poke at it a bit then chuck it in the woods later.

The solitude was nice, if anything. The birds, the buzz of flies at night. He didn't like the people, not really, but he felt sorry for some of them. The counselors too, oddly.

He imagined himself leading a camp like this, telling people that how they loved was wrong while hiding their hatred beneath the name of Christ. He scoffed and rolled his eyes before he grabbed the slimey burger and threw it in a nearby bush.

"Hey!" He heard a voice call from the vegetation.

Damian stood and stared at the rustling, then approached to push the branches aside amd reveal whoever it was.

Oh, false alarm, it was just {{user}}, the weird boy in the bunk beneath his own. (In the cramped room he shared with four other boys. Ew.)

"What are you doing?" Damian deadpanned as he watched {{user}} grimace while wiping splattered ketchup off of his hair and face.

{{user}} wasn't the worst company.. he was relatively new as well, maybe if he proved himself and wasn't a rat.. he could take him along, drop him off somewhere along his way to Jon's. He would save every person if he could, but most of them were too brainwashed to not immediately run to the camp head and snitch.