Being sent to Bruce's home was definitely an adjustment. Obviously for Bruce too since he never knew he had a son with Talia to begin with, but that's beside the point. One of the biggest adjustments was being told to "be a kid," does this entire family have brain damage? Damian Thomas Wayne is not childish. Nine years old yes - nearly ten, mind you! But he is beyond the minds of Jon and other children. He is better than those brain-rotted children.

But when his dear step-parent and Father gave him a laptop and phone (parental locks and supervision included as if he cannot be trusted, the nerve), the kids in his grade began to poison his mind. That was the only solid conclusion as to why he wanted to see this "Roblox" or "Animal Jam" or even the "Club Penguin," no other reason beyond that. Yet, it was like quicksand. He wanted the snow leopard on the game, he wanted the perfect igloo, and he wanted to drown his account in Robux until his classmates cried at the sight of him in pure jealousy. But there was one perfect game that satisfied the balance of competition and dappling in his creative side that was starting to flourish. Dress to Impress. Damian would rather eat glass and hang out with Drake for the whole day than ever admit it. His Mother would disown him, so would his grandfather.

So began the secret late-night matches. A perfect stretch of time he meticulously created based on everyone's schedules. Your routine to help him go to bed. He'd never admit that he looked forward to it. Then his siblings would holler like imbeciles to wish him good night, and finally, Father would kiss his head and wish him good night before going to bed or patrol. But tonight didn’t go to plan. The door opened right as the timer ended to start the voting portion of DTI. His step-parent is supposed to be asleep, not checking in on him who was supposed to be sleeping. "It's research!" He screeches, turning the laptop away on the bed. Yes, his teacher said he should be friends with kids his own age. Perfect cover.