Two months, 2 weeks, 3 days and 12 hours. That how long it's been since Damian was taken from me. Two months, 2 weeks and 3 days since he was taken from this world by the monster his mother created and sent to kill him. It's been that long since I've seen my boy look at me with such force eyes. It been longer since I was able to hold him like a father should do to his child. It's been so long since I was able to tell him how much I loved him and how much I was proud of him. I never was able to tell him that as much as I should have.

What would I give to have one moment with him, to say it all to him? While he was with me, we would butt heads with each other, he was so strong minded and I was so impatient with him. I knew I was dealing with a child solider and was trying to revert him. I knew that it would take years for him to actually be an adjusted human being, but I wanted him to be a child. I wanted him to act like Tim and Dick did when they were his age. The only other experience I had with troubled children was Jason. But even Jason was better than Damian in the childhood department. Jason had his demons, but he was a child that just needed someone he could trust. Damian though, he trusted no one because of his past. I remember the scars. I would ignore them, but I knew what each one meant. I wish I hadn't ignored them though. I wish that I had asked him about them. I wish I had comforted him about them. I wish I had confronted Talia about this all. There was so many things I wish I did, but in the end they are just wished and those meant shit against reality. I never did any of that stuff and Damian suffered. He suffered more than Dick, Tim, and Jason. At least with them, I would talk to them. Or at least they had each other to lean on. I had unknowingly isolated Damian, from even them. When he was Dick, he healed quite a bit. He was able to start thinking about others and what they feel. He started to care for people. He stopped killing because he cared. And I never was there to support him in that healing. I always put it as a "He finally starting to follow orders" kind of thought. I just brushed it off as him finally getting that he can't do it. Not that he understood the thought behind not killing your enemy.

This was Talia's fault. If she had just given Damian to me when he was a baby, then there would have never have been a war. Damian would have grown up and a home where he would have all those scars. Damian would have had a childhood where his brothers would be around more and he would be there to give them hell. Damian would be alive right now. Sitting next to me. Tim would be here and they wouldn't be trying to kill each other. Dick would be there to be his brother that would protect him from everything. Jason would be there to teach him how to be tough and brave. They would be together and safe. Instead though, Talia kept him from me till she deemed that it was time that I dealt with the monster she created to try a 'teach' him. She just didn't want him anymore. If she had just given him to me, we would have been happy. Now though, I'm alone in my cave. Sitting in the dark where Tim is too afraid to come near me. Dick is off on the other die of the country grieving, and Jason is morning the fact that another Robin has died and he wasn't there to stop it. He felt like he failed. They all did, but I was the one that did, Talia wanted me to suffer. And she got what she wanted. I'm alone. With no son that was by my side. All of my children have gone off to their own corner to lick their wounds.

The family was on the edge before all of this, but now. It's dead. We are no longer a family. We are people that's tying to heal from multiple wounds that we have inflicted upon each other. We are alone now. We can't bear to look at each other. We can't be in the same room.

I feel like I'm on an edge and about to topple over. Like the Joker once said, "Madness is like Gravity. You just need a push". I've been pushed, and I'm desperately hanging on the edge, but a nudge and I will fall into the pit of madness. The horrible thing is that I'm not afraid of it. I'm not really fighting it either, I just want to done with it all. Maybe I'd see my boy in the afterlife. I'd be able to make sure he was happy and safe there at least.

The com on my computer beep to life. I looked up to the monitor and saw that there was a large disturbance in central Gotham. A huge tear in them magnetic field in the area. I sighed and went to pull my cowl on. I ran to my bat mobile and sped off to the disturbance. The sky was a sickly green that reminded me of the Lazarus pit. The sky was scattered with clouds died in the odd green glow. Swirling in the center of the sky. Hanging over buildings, causing some of the buildings windows to come flying off.

I skidded to a halt and parked the car. I hopped out and gripped my way up to a bear by building. I crouched down and surveyed the area, within minutes I found that I wasn't alone on the roof. I glanced over and saw Red Robin working on a computer, probably running diagnostics on the portal.

"What are the readings?" I asked over my shoulder.

"It's insane. There's so many fluctuation in the magnetic field around Gotham. It's like the very fabric of the universe is trying to come apart. We need to get this under control or it will rip the world apart in a matter of hours." Red Robin's face was grim and I'm sure mine was an even deeper scowl than it usually was.

"Get in touch with Teen Titans while I get the justice leag-." I was interrupted by a huge strike of lightening. It's hit the road and cracked the pavement. The gust of energy blew the building we were on to shake and cause both Red Robin and I to fall back.

Once the blast was over we stood and saw that the sky was beginning to clear. The green tinge slowly fading away. I and Red Robin looked down at where the lightening had struck, before slowly propelling down. When we got down, we had to step over the rubble that now scatter the street. Red Robin and I stepped forward to the place of impact. A shallow crater was in the middle and instead of the usual heat that accompany energy strikes, it was freezing. I held my hand out to Red when we got close enough to see a lump on the ground. Halting him.

"Stay here, I'm going to check it out."

"I can back you up." Red Robin argued.

"You are, but form here." I told him. If something happened he'd be there to tell the others and warn them. Also I didn't want to risk another on of my children. This was something we didn't know. This was something that I had no real plan for. Too many variables.

Red Robin nodded and hung back while I got up to the crater. Getting closer I saw that it was a small figure curled up inside of it. Smoke and soot still hung in the air, so I could get a very good look at it. I stepped a bit closer to it and crouched a bit away from it. Closer I saw that it was a child that was wearing a red sweater and a backpack that was still on its back. Short black spiky stood out against the red. I reached forward and put my hand on the tiny body. It was freezing to the touch. A spark of ear that he might be dead, that he might have frozen to death. I looked at his chest that was still curled inside of himself, and saw small moment that would indicate that he was breathing at least. Granted upon more intent hearing, I could hear that his breathing was labored and shallow.

"Red Robin! I have a child here. Unconscious, freezing, and identity unknown. Call into the bat cave and have a medic table set up. "I gave orders to him as he started to go and call Alfred and let him know. I sighed and put my hands onto the child's shoulders and started to slowly turn him over to get him on his back and get a better look at him. The moment I could see his face though I felt that my world was crumbling. My stomach stopped and my breathing became heavy. Red Robin must have sensed my current state of panic because he called to me.

"Batman!?" I ignored him though. This child's face. It was my boy's face. It was his face and this child here had it. Did he steal my son's face? Was this some kind of trap? Was this part of some cruel plan? I stood up and looked around the street to see if I was about to be attacked. I saw nothing but Tim and I. Tim was now on high alert too. He took a step towards me too. When we both came up empty I looked at time I was at a loss. I don't know how to explain this boy. He looks just like Damian.

I was brought out of my thought by the nastiest cough. It sound strained and painful. I looked down and saw that the boy was having a coughing fit that seemed like it was never ending. I crouched again beside the child and brushed my hand against his forehead. Trying to get him to calm down and regulate his breathing. When that didn't stop him, I put my arm under his back and lifted him up to make him sit up, hoping that would help a bit.

It did and his coughing died down a bit, but didn't leave him. His breathing was labored again and his head lolled back. Resting against my forearm. I had to get him out of here before he truly froze to death. That must be why he had such a violent coughing attack. I scooped up his legs and carried him to the bat mobile. I walked by Tim and when he saw the boy's face, he as well seemed to have a panic attack. He paused to compose himself. I got back to the car and placed him in the back seat laying down. He grounded a bit, but didn't say anything else. I walked around the car and hopped in. Tim motioned to his bike, meaning that had meet me at the cave in a bit. I got into the driver's seat and adjusted my review mirror to look at the boy. His eyes were scrunched up and his breathing was shallow and I could tell there was wheezing. When we got back I would need to take a look at his lungs.

I sped down the road, keeping to the shadows and my normal little paths when I noticed that his coughing had died down. I looked into the review mirror and saw that the boy was looking forward at me. His eyes were misted over and they seem to unable to focus, but he undeniably had Damian's eyes as well. The shocking green that he had inherited from his mother.

"Dad?" he weakly called for me. I mean his father. I shook my head and looked back at the road again, but I felt his eyes looking around in the back seat.

"Go to sleep. We will be there soon." I told him. His eyes shifted to me and started at me for a bit before closing them again. He looked so tired.

"Mmm dad" he groaned again for me. My heart clenched at it. He just wanted his father.

"Go to sleep, son. We're almost there." He seemed to listen this time because his head lulled back again and I heard his labored breathing again.

I got to the bat cave and gently parked. Alfred was waiting for me, already in his gear for medical emergencies. I hopped out and walked around to grab the boy. When I lifted him up to Alfred, he gasped and looked down in horror at the boy that wore Damian's face.

"Alfred. He's so cold and his breathing is labored. We have to get him in immediately." I urged him. He nodded and led me to the table. I gently placed him down on it and watch as Alfred started up the computer and raised the heat to help warm the boy up. He also took out a few blankets for him and wrapped him up. I stood off to the side and watched. Just absorbing what had happened tonight and trying to understand what was happening. First this boy came from the sky and second he looked just like my dead son. I had to figure out who he was, where he was from, what the rip came from and why? So many questions that will have to wait till he was awake. For row I would have to just see what I can figure out from the disturbance itself. I backed away to the computer screen and get in contact with the Justice league.

Hey guys, umm I suppose I should say if you're here from my other story to figure out what's this is, thanks for checking it out. Uhhh, if you're here to ask me why I'm starting this when I have another story I should be focusing on. Well, I've had this idea for a while and other one, but that one is more complicated and I'm still figuring out if that one even has and ending. To be honest, this is going to be pretty quick story.

Any way, if you liked it let me know in the comments or message me. And thank you for reading.

Walls

P.s I honestly suck at names and this one hasn't been named quite yet so be patient in that regard. I will name it. When I actually think of one.