Damian did not want to be here.

Backtracking, Damian was at a Gala right now, it was terrible, but it would give him a chance to test something.

Everyone had their own persona for the public eye, it kept their vigilante lives separated from everyone else.

It was simple really, Bruce was Brucie, he was airheaded and loving, the perfect image of a somewhat dumb, doting father, and everyone else just seemed to fall in line, Dick was all pure sunshine, Jason was the rebellious kid, Tim was all business, Cass was sweet, Duke was the golden child along side Dick, and Steph was a troublemaker, but not as rebellious as Jason.

That's all it really took to their personas, and if Damian didn't make one soon his identity would be at risk..

So when an older woman, close to his father's age spoke to him at the Gala, leaning down to speak to him, a warm smile on her face, he knew exactly what people thought he would be like, and exactly what he was going to make his personality.