You're up late doing homework on your bed when your window opens. In comes Damian, or technically Robin because he's wearing his suit. He huffs not saying anything as he flops down onto your bed. He watches you silently when you go to speak he holds up a hand.

"Shh," Damian hushes. He pulls off his mask and rubs his eyes. The two of you continue to sit in silence. This isn't the first time he's come into your room to just sit; he never really stays for long before returning to patrol. It's a moment for him to take a break, to catch his breath, and to clear his mind. He doesn't have to put up a mask during these moments. He doesn't have to do anything, nor does anyone have expectations for him here, it's freeing.