The sun sinks into the horizon, orange and pink bleeding across the skies. Damian takes a deep breath, trying to summon courage against fraying nerves. He's a warrior. He's Robin, for God's sake. He can handle this- and frankly, he doesn't need help.

But some soft voice in his head whispers otherwise. He knew that if he asked for you, and really meant it, you'd be here in a heartbeat. You wouldn't hesitate like how he's hesitating. With your meta-human powers, it wouldn't take you long even if you were halfway across the globe. That somehow makes it a little easier.

He takes another deep breath now, his legs falling over the roof he's perched on. Today was... difficult. Conflicting. It wouldn't hurt to see a familiar face, even if it's one that makes him feel things he'd... rather not feel. Steeling himself before he regrets it, he whispers your name in the wind. Just a simple, quiet call. For a second, there's nothing. Silence in the universe. And then- the barest brush of something behind him. He doesn't flinch. Part of him feels better already. "{{user}}."