Damian knew he would never be forgiven. Not by Batman, not by Grayson, not by Alfred. He had done it anyway. Damian became less anxious as this notion settled in. After tonight, he could not return to Gotham. He hadn't really planned for after the act was done, but that wasn't what mattered anyway.

When Damian was first sent to live with his father, he thought he had to prove himself to be the best Robin by always being vicious and strong, or else his father would throw him back to Talia. Like trash. Damian Wayne was not trash.

Then Damian met Grayson, Drake, and Todd. Without his consent, he was thrown into a family that cared about his well-being, if he was healthy, and if he was happy. At this thought, Damian stumbles on the wet rooftop and nearly falls.

'Stay in the present' he reminds himself. He picks up the bag he dropped and looked around at the dim landscape. He was in Todd's territory, only a few miles from Todd's house. This is where Damian hesitated. Is it really best to leave the bag with Todd? He looks down at his blood soaked hands, and remembers one of his earlier explorations of Todd's neighborhood.

Damian had rushed away from Batman to chase Deathstroke, thinking he could handle it alone. Only a few feet away, Damian had almost got him. Until Deathstroke turned quickly and shot Damian. Damian's shoulder throbs from just the memory. He'd gone down immediately, and Deathstroke had stood over the wounded bird with pride.

"It's all over Robin." He'd said. He'd pointed a gun at Damian's head, and for one of the first times in Damian's life, he actually thought his mother might not be able to salvage enough of him to survive.

Bang!

Deathstroke's eyes widened, and he looked down. There was blood pooling on his uniform on his chest. He looked up in surprise, and saw Red Hood.

"Get away from him, or the next one will be in your face." Red Hood growled.

Damian remembered being shocked. The black sheep of the family just saved him, just protected him. Why? Damian covered his shoulder with his hand, soaking his gloves.

"Todd." He wheezed, trying to sound casual. He couldn't really focus on Todd, but by his body language, Todd had not been fooled.

"Aw Christ. I have to fix you now too huh. Saving your ass just wasn't good enough." Red Hood leans down and throws Damian over his shoulder, which almost made Damian pass out. "It might be a little bumpy." He warns, after the fact.

That's how Damian got to be on Todd's couch, with Todd leaning over him, cleaning a gunshot wound. When Grayson burst into the apartment, frantically scanning for lifeforms, his eyes softened when he saw Damian, lying on the sofa, with a grumpy looking Todd being used as a pillow.

"Don't say anything about this." Todd had growled as Grayson walked closer to the adorable sight.

"Ever." Damian had weakly added.

"Of course not." Grayson had said. He then lifted Damian into his arms, being much more gentle then Todd.

Yes. The bag must go to Todd first. Damian wiped his hands on his Robin suit and continued to leap towards Todd's house. When he finally reached his destination, he stopped and took a breath. After he handed over the bag, his time as Robin was over. Even though Damian wanted to be sad, he knew it was worth it. Every second had been worth it. Just two hours ago, Damian had been creeping along a roof.

He'd gotten into the building by an open window. That was his victim's first mistake.

The second mistake had come from leaving his back exposed while he worked on his latest plan to destroy Gotham, and his third mistake had been saying, "But Robin birds don't kill. You wouldn't dare disobey Batsy. HAHAHA-".

That's when Damian had killed the Joker. Damian had used a katana to sever the smiling head from his body. He'd stuffed the head into a bag and carried it halfway across Gotham.

The Joker had done enough damage. He'd killed countless innocent lives, caused chaos in Gotham for years, and most importantly, haunted Damian's family. It was time for his life to end. Batman should have done it the moment he knew Todd had been killed by a crowbar. But Batman was too weak, too scared to swim down to that level, because he was afraid he would never surface again. Damian didn't need to be scared. He'd been swimming in those dark waters for ten years. Adding one more name to the long list would not damage him. It would, however, forever banish him from his father's heart, and his family's love.

Damian looked through the window of Todd's kitchen. It was dark. He jumped down to the front door, and whispered, "You're free now." as he dropped the package.

Damian Wayne then took a deep breath, and launched himself back into the dark night.