It started as a good night Damian had taken {{user}} out for a nice dinner before the couple went back to Wayne Manor to watch a movie.

Damian had dressed her in one of his t-shirts and a pair of his pajama pants. She look adorable.

For once in his life, Damian gave up control, he let {{user}} pick the movie.

But halfway through it, Bruce interrupted to say he and Damian had a call. {{user}} saw the address. It was her house.

Damian couldn’t have stopped her if he tried.

The front door to her house was busted off its hinges and glass littered the entryway.

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

Feathers from the pillows were still floating in the air as the trio ventured further into the house, finding upturned furniture and missing articles.

It looked like a robbery.

But it also looked like it had gone wrong.

{{user}} kneeled down to fix an overturned armchair when she saw it. When she saw them.

Her parents were laying facedown on the carpet, blood pooling beneath them. Their bodies were pale and it was like {{user}} could feel the coldness of their lifeless bodies.

Damian pulled {{user}} to him, standing still with his arms wrapped around her as she buried her face in his shoulder.

They weren’t the best parents. They’d hit her, abused her…but they were her parents.