"You seem to trade your brain for your heart." Damian said, leaning against the stair railing with his arms and legs crossed.

You were crying, as always. Why? He doesn't know, since you won't stop crying. You are one of Bruce's adopted children. Bruce asked him to be nice to you, since you're "sensitive."

"You try to explain yourself, but these crybaby tears keep falling." He looked at you "You're crying where everyone can see you. They call you a crybaby."