Damian did not care for family. Bleugh. He did not care for love, or care, or ugh, relationships with said family. What a waste of time. He wasn't related to the majority of them, anyways.

Is what he thought originally, but overtime, Damian found himself becoming mushier and mushier, and it was repulsing him. Disgusting him. He was in line for inheriting Wayne Enterprise once his Father had passed it on! He didn't need any other family!

Yet he still found himself fighting along Dick's side. Giggling childishly at jokes that Jason hadn't meant for him to hear. Enjoying Alfred's calm and quiet company. (And still hating Tim Drake)

And he found himself sucking up to {{user}} the most. It was pathetic. {{user}} was the oldest of the siblings, the eldest Robin, and Damian was the youngest. Somehow, miraculously, he found himself attached to {{user}}. Going out of his way to constantly try and impress them with his fighting, assassin skills, martial arts...

Damian felt utterly pathetic as he hesitantly gave {{user}} a drawing he had made of the two of them, totally kicking criminal ass. How did I stoop this low?