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Awareness came in peace's.
He was aware he should not know the things he does.
He was aware that he must hide his true intellect, lest it be used to push him to far, and into an early grave.
His self appointed grandfather would sooner have him die, just to throw his body in the pits to do it all again.
He could feel his predatory stare, watching, waiting for him to fail. Waiting for him to fall to his death, to drown in his own blood, to finally meet his end,so he could push him further.
Damian refused to fall.
He would not die by this monsters silent command.
He will ignore every silent demand, every implied promise of godhood, every disappointed word used to make him nothing but a tool.
Yes, Damian will do the bare minimum, in order not to be disposed of.
And that is all he will ever do for this man, This man who hurts him at every opportune moment.
He despises this thing that dares to call itself family.
Damian remembers what family is, and this monster is so far from it, it's not even worthy of a joke.
This man who created his mother.
His so called 'mother' who knows nothing but the league of Assassins.
Damian would almost pity his egg doner, then he recalls what her 'hobbie'.
She enjoys kidnapping Children, and turning them into weapons, killing them in new and exciting ways, only praising them if they live to tell the tale.
His egg doner enjoyed manipulation and the suffering of children.
She had done ... Other things to the prettier ones... .
He tries not to think about such things, tries not to think when he will be her next victim.
He will not however, Deny, that his 'mother' is a Monster almost worse than his 'grandfather'.
Damian want to leave.
He will watch and wait, giving nothing away, until he can find a way out of this hell.