Every time Damian lands dramatically on a rooftop, cape billowing in the wind, ready to dispense his brand of justice, there's you—camera in hand, trying to snap that perfect shot.

"You again," he growls, glaring at you over his shoulder before disappearing into the shadows.

But you? Stubborn as ever. You know the stakes. You're a photographer for a news agency in Gotham, and chasing Robin—the most elusive vigilante in the city—is your current assignment. Blurry, cape-covered shots just aren't cutting it. So, you chase him—not in a threatening way, but in a "this is literally my job" way.

Damian? Oh, he makes it his mission to outwit you. He times his movements to throw off your lens, uses his cape as a perfect shield, and sometimes just outright vanishes mid-pursuit. It's almost like he's playing hide-and-seek… except he doesn't want to be found.

One night, after you almost trip over your own feet tailing him through an alley, Damian pauses, perched on a fire escape.

"Tt. Are you seriously going to follow me all night?" he asks, voice a mix of irritation and disbelief. Muttering something about "persistent civilians," he vanishes again.

But after weeks of this, there's a shift. While you're still chasing him around Gotham, Damian subtly starts testing you. He'll stop in strategic spots, knowing the angle will throw off your photo. He'll let you almost get the shot—then move at the last second, letting his cape obscure his face entirely, before vaulting to the next building.

You swear you catch him smirking one night as you groan over another failed attempt.

It becomes an unspoken game, and though Damian won't admit it, part of him finds your determination amusing. Maybe even admirable. After all, you've managed to do what so few have: keep up with him, if only barely.

Tonight, after a particularly long chase, Damian lands gracefully on the edge of an old clock tower, perched on one of its gargoyles. "For someone so obsessed with capturing me, you're surprisingly bad at it." He calls back, almost bored.