A/N: Hey just started writing and this is my first story I hope u enjoy it (insert a less boring intro to me here :D)

Plot: A 10 year old Damian is abused by his father Bruce every day for any mistake that is made. He wishes his father loved him and actually cared for him whilst another 10 year old Damian in another universe (the one everyone knows :D ) is coddled by Bruce and cannot stand it yet alone stand his bothers how will they react to a taste of each other's lives Read to find out!

Disclaimer: I own nothing :D well besides my computer and this account hehe

Father. A word Damian Wayne Did not know the meaning to. Instead of love , joy and a feeling of security usually what normal fathers bring, what HE brought was the exact opposite . That man didn't deserve the title, all Damian could feel emulating from him was resentment and hate.

And yet, he wanted so hard to impress him to show him that his dad that he Wasn't just some screw up, some mistake to just take his frustrations out upon.

Damian is locked in his pathetic excuse of a room face planted deep in his pillow his tears stream like a never ending river. his father, his father put him in this state of agony. If u looked closely you can see the red marks across his face from being hit, he was a mess and he felt as if no one cared for him in any sense.

_Flashback_

A few hours ago


'I told you to NOT to go after that thug, and what do you do!' A fuming Bruce screamed at his son once they reached home from a patrol out in Gotham. Damian said nothing just stood there looking emptily down at the ground.

'Answer me you little Wretch!'

'I…I…I'

'Got something stuck down your throat? I'll fix that for you'

SMACK

'now speak before I lose my patience again'

'I'm sorry d….d…..dad' An emotional Damian couldn't hold back the tears much longer as they started streaming.

'Sorry isn't enough. And what did I say about calling me Dad? Its either Father or Bruce , I don't even want to think of myself being related to you'

'I'm sorry Da….. I mean father, I just wanted to impress you'

'Impress me? You could never impress me Look at you, you are so pathetic and weak .NOTHING like your older brothers' He was right, Damian's features were weak and his body was so skinny from lack of food. His hair, his hair was thin and on the brink of shedding a few strands. His eyes looked tired and Strained from all the crying he did. He did not look healthy in any sense, he would be if his father let Alfred get any meals in his system, instead it was a diet of whatever scraps he could find in and even out of the house.

'now wash up and head to your room I don't want to see your face again for the rest of tonight ' Damian just stood there still crying and desperately trying to prevent himself from sobbing, his father hated sobs, made too much noise and gave him a migraine which in turn lead to more abuse from him.

SMACK

another one, this time harder than the last. He motioned his body quickly to move he couldn't deal with the throbbing pain emulating from his face anymore and scurried up the manor stairs into his room. His room resembled a prison cellar much different to his brother's rooms it just had a single bed covered with a thin white sheet a few thin curtains and the walk through bathroom just had a simple sink, toilet and shower. It was all white which is ironic because when most people see a white room they would assume it was heaven. This was NO heaven, this was a living hell.

'Damian get to bed before I make you go to sleep myself'

'Please father, please don't I'm in bed already'

_End Flashback_


Damian laid there crying. He missed his brothers, he missed them deeply. Where was Dick to hug him when he cried or Jason to ruffle his hair and tell him to 'cheer up' yes they knew of the abuse but they couldn't do anything to stop it, only make it better. Damian even missed Tim who sometimes pats his back awkwardly and promises everything would be alright. His brothers were currently away either training or on missions and Damian needed them, Anyone of them would do, just he needed someone to take away the pain. He picked up a little mobile phone Dick gave to him remembering the words his brother said to him before he left.

_Flashback_

'here take this little D' Dick handed out a small cheap phone (one of the out of day brick phones) ' I know dad doesn't treat you too well but I'll always love u my baby brother so will Jay and Timmy'
'You can call me anytime, anywhere and I will try my best to make the pain to go away even if I'm not here in the flesh' With that he hugged the crying boy clutching to him and left the house.

_End Flashback_

'D…..D…..Dicky?'

Sniffle Sniffle

'Little D? What's the matter bro?' all Dick could hear on the other line were the fumbled words of his clearly upset little brother, he wanted him there with him, he wanted to be held and most of all he wanted someone to tell him everything was going to be okay and to take the pain away.

'when are you coming home? I really miss you'

'soon little D, soon'

'I cant take it anymore. I cant take the pain dadd...I mean father gives me on a daily basis. I want it to stop! Please make it stop'

by this time Damian was crying profusely.

He wished he could stop the abuse his Dad dished out but if he tried to intervene it would only make things ten times worse for his baby brother. All he could do is tell him it was alright and things would change.

'Day-mi look under your bed I left something for you'

As if on cue Damian looked under his bed and saw what was a rectangular shaped box with a bear and letter attached to it.

'Day-mi read it out for me little bro'

'Dear little brother I know things will get tough over the next few months but
I want you to try to stick things out for us even if that sounds impossible
we love you so much and cant stand to see you in pain'

on the bottom of the note it said 'love Jays and Dick'

he cried some more.

'Shhhhh its alright once I am back we will do something together and thats a promise'

'now get some sleep you must be exhausted'

'With that Damian cried himself to sleep hugging his little bear whilst its soft fur absorbed his tears.

_Meanwhile In another timeline_

'Oh my little Boy! ' Bruce called from downstairs 'Cmon! wake up its time for School'

Ugh!.Damian Wayne couldn't stand his father. He made him feel half his age and it annoyed him deeply. Bad things happen to people who annoy him or anyone in general that he did not like, which was most of the people in his life. He wanted to be treated like a young adult not like the baby of the family.

'Dami... Dad sent me up to wake you up he means business this time, he knows you dont like being awakened by him' Tim Drake moved slowly to the little Wayne huddled in a fetal position under the mess of sheets. He was about to poke the sheets to see if his tiny brother was alive before he could though he was stopped by a growl.

'Drake You touch me and I swear I will plunge the first blade that comes into my sight into that pathetic excuse of a chest. So BACK off!'

'Jeez Dami your such a little shit sometimes you know that right? '

'If Im annoying you then Im doing my brotherly duties perfectly' Damian meekly smiled

'Dad he wont budge guess he DOES want you to wake him up'

oh god not his annoying, overprotecting father

'Awww does my Little boy want his Daddy?' Bruce made sure to add emphasis to the word little because he knew that made his son livid.

'What did I say about calling me little Father? I swear stop treating me as thou Im a pitiful five year year old' Sometimes he felt like plunging a knife through his father's chest.

Bruce made his way to his sons bed he always was reduced to 'soft' when regarding his son. He would give the world to all his boys but the youngest needed the most attention even thou he did not crave or ask for it.

'For Gods sake father, your supposed to be the freaking Batman... no don't you Dare!... Stop it now I demand it... you tickle me father and I swear I will bite you!' He hated tickles! No , hate was a understatement he despised them and this was how his father always woke him up in the morning and it IRRITATED him to an extent.

' hahahah...please get o...hahahah... please stuh...hahaha... please stop tickling me! '

'You know the magic words son'

'Im not Saying it! I swear you do this every morning! Screw you!' Damian screamed through his laughing

'fine guess ill just have to continue' Bruce intensified his tickling as the boy flailed even more.

'OK ! fine! please stop DADDY!'

'see son not so hard to call me by my proper name is it?' Bruce said in a mocking voice

'Daddy is for little kids which I'm not' he hated the term 'daddy' made it seem like he needed the man, which he didn't.

Why was it every time someone saw him they would be reduced to babbling idiots? Dick his Oldest brother always cooed over him over when he visited and the only way Damian could keep him away from his bangs were to swat his hands away. His older brothers liked hugs from him way too much, he on the other hand Despised them as he does with most affection from his brothers.

Jason Was just as bad The usaual 'badass' persona was not obvious when around his little brother he ruffled his hair and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. The pathetic man even reduced himself to hugging him. Why? what could possibly say 'I'm in need of hugs' There was no sign he checked, twice!

'I swear Son you were so different when you was a little boy, always came running to me for hugs and even begged me to dress you for school'

'Yeah when I was 5? but I'm not that age any more at least that is what I thought !'

'You will always be MY little boy don't care if you are 15 or 20 you will always be that scared child wanting his 'Daddy' to chase the monsters out of the closet' Bruce jokingly went to his cupboard and opened it. Damian gave him a bat glare and Bruce laughed

'Thoughts' wow he really is my son perfected that already?

'just checking for you'

'That was Once father! Once! now leave me alone I'm awake go annoy Tim now' And with that Bruce went off and left Damian fuming.

Soon everything would change and both Damians will have their worlds snatched from them, for better and for worse

A/N: that's it for now guys I hope you enjoyed it i had fun writing this Please review and i accept small requests for now :) the further into the story I get the more I would need help haha Thanks! :D