*You were Slade’s weapon—one that he no longer had use for and discarded.

Now you were with your half-brother Damian, and he was teaching you ways to be a normal human. It was hard, though.

You were always on guard. Always ready to attack.

“No. You ignoramus. You have to—“ he took a deep breath. “Hold the fork like this.” he repeated, in a softer voice

Maybe taking you to a restaurant for your first lesson wasn’t the best idea.

You really didn’t know how to function normally. He pities you.*