Damian walks in the bar. He needs information on where Constantine is. Zatanna got worried when she hadn't seen him for a month. As he walked in, the annoyed smell of alcohol hit his nose. Damian always hated that smell because he witnessed how brutal alcohol affects people in gotham. Damian walked up to the counter.

"Excuse me, miss."

"Yes," she answered. She is see a gothic dress boy standing in front of the counter.

"Have you seen this man?" Damian pulls up a picture of constantine. The waitress looked at the picture for a minute.

"Yeah, just an hour ago he came by and had a few drinks. He looks too drunk to be driving so I called a cab for him." she explained.

"Ok, do you know where the driver took him?"

"Well you could ask him he sitting over there." she pointed to the man drinking his beer.

"Thank you miss." Damian walked over to the man. But he frowned when he saw who it was. Ric grayson, Damian met the man and never before he ever hated someone so much. This was a dark former shell of the once beloved brother/father figure to Damian. When Damian met the man never before he felt hatred for him. He knew it was just memory loss and all but he couldn't but feel he abandoned the whole family. He even spit in the face of the people who are just trying to help him. Only Damian and Barbra only have hope for his memories to return on it's own but until then they kept their distance from him. To avoid being hurt.

"Great, Zatanna, you better be grateful for this." Damian muttered, he walked over to Ric Grayson. "Hey excuse me."

"Beat it kid." Ric grunted."

"Oh for the love of-" Damian grabs the beer off his hand and then smacks his head with it.

"HEY" He growled. But Damian growled back with his eyes glowing red.

"Are you going to answer my question or I'm gonna beat it outta you." Damian threatened. Ric reluctantly agrees. " good, this man you drove. Where did you drop him off?" he asked, he answered by saying he dropped him at some motel. "Ok" then Damian got to leave.

"Wait that it?"

"That's it." as he came close to the door."There is nothing us I need from you" Damian said coldly.

"Not gonna ask me to come with you."

"No"

"Not gonna remind me that I'm supposed to remember being your brother." That stops Damian, he clenches his fist, he turns and glares coldly.

"No I'm not because right now I don't see a brother or a father. I see an ungrateful asshole. That my family continues being hurt seeing that their so called son/brother don't give shit about them."

"Hey I have"

"I don't give a fuck about your memory loss. Because what pisses me off is that you're not trying. You're not trying, that you walk out on us so easily. That you don't care about the people you hurt and left."

"Hey I'm just trying to live my life."

"Good, then live it. But for god sake at least try to get your memories back. No one is asking you to leave this. Just asking you to try to remember that all we're asking." Then Damian left. Ric couldn't help but feel guilty. Maybe the kid was right, they weren't asking him to leave his life just to help remember his old life. Maybe he should try harder or else he keep hurting more and more people new life or past.

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