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Defend Yourself If Not We Will Help

Summary:

Damian makes a mistake at a gala. A stranger takes it upon himseld to "punish" Damian for Brucie. Since the stranger thinks Brucie is doing it wrong.

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1

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Damian was at a gala with his father. He has been to many before but this was the first one where his brothers wouldn't be joining them. They all had told father that they wished not to come and he had agreed. Damian wishes he could do that but speaking against father, especially in civilian's clothes, scares Damian a little.

 

So, here he was, at a Gala he didn't want to be at and in an uncomfortable suit he didn't want to wear. Damian was also drinking a sickly, sweet red drink. Richard had told him that if he had a drink in his hand people wouldn't offer him drinks or any food, reducing the amount of people he has to talk to.

 

Bruce had let Damian run off on his own, knowing his son would do it anyway. All of his kids get grossed out when they watch Brucie flirt but he trusted Damian to be on his best behaviour. To be honest, he half expects Damian to go hide under a table where the table cloth will block everything out. All his kids had done it after all.



Damian walked through the group of people. Using his Robin training he tried to gilded past people but he couldn't make it too impressive, after all he was still a child. 

 

All children make mistakes after all.

 

Only if some people understand that.



Damian didn't know exactly what went wrong but one minute everything was fine and then the next he was tripping. He didn't know if it was the floor, his shoes or even some of the long dresses some of the ladies here wore, but something coursed him to trip and start this whole mess.

 

Of course, Damian knew how to catch himself when he tripped but a normal kid would not. He just didn't expect his drink to tip out of his cup and spill all over a old man's tuxedo. Turning the white shirt underneath the black jacket red.

 

Damian stared up at the old man where he was laying on his front on the floor. If Damian was being honest he was kind of in shock himself.

 

The old man grabbed Damian by the collar of his suit and ripped him up on his feet, partly choking Damian in the process.

 

“Oh, you're Brucie's kid. That explains so much now,” the old man sneered out.

 

Damian blinked, he doesn't understand what was happening. 

 

“Aren't you going to say sorry? I know Brucie is a moron but didn't he at least teach his kids some manners?” The old man asked.

 

“S-sorry,” Damian stuttered out.

 

“Too late for that now. You have probably never been punished in your life.”

 

Damian frowned. He had been punished. Father puts him in timeout or benches him from Robin and Jason even said to Damian that Mother used to ground him. So, he has been punished.

 

Damian wasn't paying attention to what the old man was saying but he knew what was about to happen when he saw the man raise a hand. Damian tried to brace for the impact of the slap but he was too late.

 

The slap echoed through the ballroom. A hush fell over the room as everyone heard the sound and stopped to watch what would happen.

 

Damian felt tears begin to form in his eyes as his cheek stringed. 

 

“Man, don't cry. Only women do. Unless you are a girl, stop fucking crying and be a man,” he snapped.

 

Damian pushed his lips together in a thin line, trying to stop them from wobbling. The tears soon started rolling down his cheeks.

 

“Pathetic,” the man raised his hand again, ready to slap Damian but someone grabbed onto his wrist. From what Damian could see the hand would leave a bruise on the wrist.

 

Wait, he knew that hand. 

 

It was his father's!

 

His father spun the man around so now that they were facing each other.

 

“How dare you raise your hand to my son and I know you already hit him,” Father growled.

 

He leaned closer to the old man and growled in his Batman voice.

 

“You are lucky that there are witnesses because if not you will be leaving in an ambulance.”

 

Father leaned away, leaving the man shaking in fear. 

 

“You'll be hearing from my lawyers,” with that his father walked over to Damian and lifted him up. He placed Damian on his hip as he walked away.

 

Damian rested his head on his father's shoulder. Heading his face and he let himself cry.

 

“It's okay, son. Let it out. You are safe now,” father mumbled to him as he rubbed his back.

 

Damian nodded, knowing that he just rubbed snot and tears on his father's suit jacket but father didn't seem to mind.



The car ride back to the manor was just filled with Damian sniffing and trying to wipe his tears away. He knew that the side of his face would be red. He just hoped it didn't leave a bruise. 

 

The whole ride his father kept a hand on Damian and he couldn't help but lean into the touch each time. Yes, he has been hit before but that was when he was Robin. It's never happened when he was just Damian.

 

He let out a small sob at the thought.

 

Damian felt his father rub his thigh.

 

“It's okay. I won’t let him hurt you again,” his father’s voice was dark but Damian found comfort in that. He knew that his father would keep him safe.




Walking into the manor, Damain almost wanted to be carried again but it was his face that hurt, not his leg. He will just have to suck it up and walk. It wasn’t that far of a walk after all.

 

“How was the gala?” Dick called out, walking into the room.

 

Damian hid behind his father. He had forgotten that his big brothers don’t know what happened. They won’t be happy.

 

“There was a problem,” father began to speak.

 

By now Jason and Tim walked into the room. It’s like they knew when the drama was about to go down.

 

“What happened?” Dick asked, his eyes darkening. After he knew what rich people could be like when they were drinking. They all did.

 

“Can you show them, Baby?” his father asked.

 

Damian took a deep breath and walked out from behind his father.

 

All three of his brothers suck in a breath at seeing the mark on Damian’s face.

 

“What the fuck happened?” Jason growled.

 

“I-I spilled a drink on someone. He wasn’t happy about it and said I needed to be punished. So, he slapped me,” Damian explained, his voice wavering in some places at the memory of what happened.

 

“Did you do anything?!” Dick shouted at father.

 

“I bruised his wrist and said he would be hearing from my lawyers,” father told his sons.

 

“That’s all?” Dick asked.

 

Tim pulled out his phone. Damian noted that Tim has been oddly quiet through this, that was never good.

 

“I’m going to destroy this guy on all his socials,” Tim said, with that he walked away, probably going to the Batcave.

 

“I’ll come with you, Timmy. This guy may need a visit from Red Hood. After all, Red Hood hates when a kid gets hurt,” Jason explained, going after Tim.

 

Damian was left with his father and Dick. He was half surprised that Dick wasn’t going with his other brothers but he would want to see that Damian was taken care of.

 

“Come on, Baby Bat. Let's get you an ice pack and some real food. We will leave Bruce to get everything to bring this guy down with the law as well.”

 

Before Dick could guide Damian away, Damian went to his father and gave him a hug.

 

“Thank you for protecting me, dad,” Damian said, his voice partly muffled by his father’s clothes.

 

His father wrapped his arms around him.

 

“I’ll always protect you,” his father said, ending it with a kiss to Damians forehead.

 

Damian was the first to break the hug and went back to Dick who had his arms open for a hug as well. Which Damian happily gave him.

 

Tonight was hard for Damian but at least he had his family there to protect him and make him feel better. Like they will always be.

 

THE END





Chapter 2

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Jason had just finished putting on his Red Hood outfit and reloading his guns. This was an important mission after all. He wants to make sure that this guy gets taken down, no one messes with their baby brother. 

 

Speaking of his baby brother, he was finally asleep. Bruce was holding him and walking around the Batcave. It seemed odd but Damian seemed comfortable with it, after all he fell asleep while Bruce was doing it. The red mark on the side of his cheek was now turning into a bruise. A bruise that just makes out the hand print.

 

Growling, Jason shoved his guns into its holders and started leaving towards his motorcycle.

 

“I'll be back,” Jason sneered.

 

“I'm coming,” Dick spoke up.

 

Bruce acted fast. Before Dick could get up from his seat, he dumped a sleeping Damian in Dick's lap. Dick quickly grabbed hold of Damian from stopping him falling off.

 

“Thank you, Dick. My back was starting to hurt from holding Damian,” Bruce explained, as he bent backwards trying to crack his back.

 

Dick knew this was a lie. Bruce could carry Jason without complaining so Damian should be easy to carry.

 

Dick went to get up but stopped when Damian started to stir and grab a fist full of Dick's shirt. 

 

Bruce nodded and walked over to Jason.

 

“Jason,” Bruce started but got stopped by Jason.

 

“Yeah, yeah. No killing,” Jason said, with a roll of his eyes, even though Bruce couldn't see it under the helmet.

 

“I was going to say. Make the guy regret every messing with The Waynes. Text me when you get there. I'll give you 10 minutes before I call the cops on the guy,” Bruce explained.

 

Jason nodded.

 

“Thanks, Bruce.”

 

With that Jason left on his motorcycle.

 

 

 

Red Hood pulled up to the guy's house. He actually lives close to them. No surprise there, he is a rich asshole after all.

 

Kicking the stand up Red Hood got off his bike and started heading towards the guy's house. Tim had already disabled the alarms, so all Red Hood had to do was pick the lock the door and then the guy was all his.

 

Red Hood heard the click of the door. Pushing it open he walked straight upstairs, not even brothing to be quiet. 

 

Red Hood kicked open the bedroom door, thank you Tim for the blueprints, the bastard that was fast asleep on the bed woke up with a start.

 

Growling, Red Hood couldn't believe that someone could sleep so soundly after hitting a child. It made him sick.

 

“W'at?” The guy asked, his voice full of sleep.

 

“You fucked up, buddy,” Red Hood growled.

 

“How? What could I have done for Red Hood to throw a tantrum?” He asked.

 

“You hurt Damian Wayne. No one hurts kids when they are my protection,” Red Hood growled.

 

“Pfft, why do you care about a rich, snobby kid? Isn't your thing dirty, street rats?” The man asked.

 

“You see, Damian is under my protection because he goes into Crime Alley to feed the stray animals,” Red Hood explained.

 

“So, he feeds the kids?”

 

Red Hood inhaled sharply, it's like this guy wants to be beaten.

 

Red Hood grabbed the guy's collar of his pj shirt and ripped him out of bed. He landed hard on his knees and looked up.

 

“I don't fuck around when it comes to hurting kids. From what I heard is that you hurt Damian Wayne as a punishment,” Red Hood explained.

 

“Brucie doesn't know anything about how to discipline a kid. Look at how all his brats turned out,” the man sneered.

 

Red Hood grabbed the back of the man's head and shoved him closer to the ground. The man placed his hands on the ground in front of him.

 

Red Hood stepped forward, his combat boot landing straight on the guy's hand. He heard a crack and the hand moved as it was crushed under Red Hood’s boot. The man let out a cry of pain.

 

Red Hood stepped away. The man let out another cry of pain. He had tears in his eyes but clearly held them back so they wouldn't fall. Red Hood grabbed a gun and pressed it to the man’s forehead.

 

He was shaking now. 

 

Red Hood used the nuzzle and slapped the guy across the face. That's when the tears began to fall.

 

“I thought only little girls and women cry?” Red Hood marked.

 

“Please,” the man begged.

 

Red Hood wanted to do more but he heard a little text tone, probably Bruce saying he needs to get out of there.

 

Putting away the gun, Red Hood looked at the man that was curled up on the floor, holding his hand and crying.

 

“Pathetic,” Red Hood spat out and left.

 

He stood on the next rooftop just to see the cops pull up and run into the house. With that Red Hood left, ready to report back to his family.

 

 

 

Jason rode into the Batcave. Tim was still on the Batcomputer, it almost seemed like he was waiting for Jason.  

 

Jason got off his motorbike and took off his helmet.

 

“How did it go?” Tim asked.

 

“Broken hand, slap to the face with a gun and the cops got him,” Jason explained.

 

Tim nodded.

 

“The rest is in Damian’s room,” Tim told him.

 

Jason got changed out of his Red Hood gear and went upstairs to his baby brother’s room. 

 

 

 

Damian was still fast asleep but this time he was in his bed, cuddling with Dick, while Bruce sat on a chair that was already in Damian’s room.

 

“How did everything go?” Bruce asked.

 

“Good. He won't be bothering anyone anytime soon,” Jason reported back.

 

“I'm proud of you son,” Bruce told him.

 

Jason nodded and climbed into the bed. 

 

“Is Tim gonna join?” Jason asked.

 

“He should be soon. He is trying to find some more dirt on the guy,” Dick explained.

 

Jason smiled at that. He knows Tim will find something. He is the smartest out of all them after all.

 

Damian was now sandwiched between two of his big brothers. Feeling safe and protected.

 

THE END

 

 

Notes:

If anyone is interested in Red Hood threatening the guy. Let me know! :)