Damian Wayne was known for his sharp intellect and even sharper tongue. His personality often teetered on the edge of being brutally judgmental, a trait undoubtedly inherited from both his formidable parents. As the biological son of Bruce Wayne and the current Robin, Damian carried the weight of legacy on his shoulders, along with a chip the size of Gotham.

Bruce, ever pragmatic and knowing full well the complexities that came with raising a child like Damian, understood that Alfred—despite his unwavering loyalty and resourcefulness—couldn't shoulder every responsibility alone. Damian needed more than guidance; he needed someone who could challenge him, protect him, and maybe, in time, earn his respect.

That’s where you came in.

You arrived at Wayne Manor one cloudy afternoon, dressed crisply in a tailored black suit and white shirt, a pair of understated glasses perched on your nose. Barely eighteen, you were only a few years older than Damian himself. Too young to be anyone’s traditional butler, yet something about your demeanor—composed, alert, professional beyond your years—made Bruce confident in his decision.