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“What? This is not fair-”
“Damian, you acted rashly today, both at school and on patrol. Robin is benched, do you understand? Don’t think you’re alone in this, Clark has informed me that he will be talking to Jon about this as well.”
Damian clenched his fists as he glared down at the floor. His brothers were all silently watching, making their hushed comments to one another. Duke was giving the youngest vigilante a sympathetic look, Pennyworth working to sew up the wound on his upper arm. Stephanie and Barbara watched from the computer. Bruce stood his ground, trying to scold his youngest as gently as he could while still being stern. Placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder, he didn’t seem to notice the way Damian’s fists seemed to shake even more.
“This will be a good break for you, Damian.”
“How so? You’ve just taken my freedom.”
“I said Robin is benched, not that you couldn’t go out and practice hobbies.”
“Being Robin is my hobby.”
Bruce frowned, shaking his head as he patted his son’s shoulder, turning around to make his way to the computer.
“Then take this time to find a new one. You’re still a child, Damian, please act like it.”
“I’m not a child, father, I am 15.”
“That’s enough, Damian. Go to your room.”
“Father-”
“Now, Damian.”
The boy clicked his tongue, grumbling as he retreated to his bedroom. He was tempted to slam the door behind him, but he respected Pennyworth too much to do such a thing. Instead, he settled on sitting on top of his bed, glaring at the floorboards. He wasn’t sure how much time went by, he didn’t care, he just wanted to be angry. His glare was redirected towards his door the moment there was a knock at it.
“Dami? It's me? Can we talk?”
Damian’s fists tightened, his nails digging into the palms of his hands as his glare deepened. This was all his fault.
“Go away, Grayson.”
“Dami, I just-”
“Now.”
He watched as his eldest brother’s shadow shifted from beneath the gap of the door, clearly shocked at the stern tone. After all, Damian had used that specific tone since he was younger. As he spent more time in the manor, as he grew here, he learned to be more understanding, and how to soften his tone. Although he still bickered with his family from time to time, he really began to open up to them. This incident, however, threw that all down the drain. Coupled with his upcoming prepubescent hormones that came with being a teenager, Damian figured that it was more than acceptable to be a bit bratty in such a situation.
“Alright, Dami. I’ll talk to you later, mkay? At breakfast?”
Damian ignored the small twinge he felt, opting to ignore his brother completely. He waited until his brother’s shadow was completely gone before releasing the breath he was holding in. Shaking his head, he sighed as he laid down, staring at the ceiling.
“This sucks.”