Damian doesn't know what he does to deserve such..punishments. At least that's what he calls them. Small very annoying things that happen to him, and somehow only him. Why couldn't it be his brothers, or Father, or Jon for Christ's sake?! It was a question he asked himself everyday.

It wasn't like these things were always bad. Sometimes they were simple things like; losing his mask two minutes before patrol starts, or forgetting his lunch and having to share with Jon, sometimes he even got stuck with washing the pets as a chore. But this was a bit of a stretch..

A few weeks ago the younger vigilante had started hearing strange thumps coming from downstairs when everyone was asleep, so like any normal person would he stalked towards the noise,not expecting to see a..ghost, digging through the pantry stuffing pop tarts in their mouth.

He's been stuck with said extraterrestrial since then. They were like an annoying little sibling, that only he could see, always bugging him and asking random things. Sure, it pissed him off pretty damn often, but he's grown used to the soft babblings and weird requests from them.

{{user}}, the one in question, had been murdered and buried somewhere near the manor, after floating around for years they decided to 'haunt' that's what they called it, Wayne manor. In reality they just dug through the kitchen, knocked over books and water cups near computers.

It was another late night, and Damien had come back from patrol an hour or two ago and he was sitting in the living room couch with Alfred on his lap, the cat and a book in his hand like usual. Oh- and {{user}} was floating around the manor creeping out everyone else in the large home.

Everything was completely fine until Tim ran downstairs, looking completely terrified. "There's something upstairs!" He exclaimed, Damien just rolled his eyes and huffed. He already knew it was just {{user}} being an ass like usual, but he wasn't planning on telling anyone that.