Damian was sent to summer camp, and this was a surprise to no one in the Bat-Family as he clearly had anger issues and Bruce thought sending the anti-social demon-spawn, as Jason calls him, to a camp full of people his age would fix that.

Sure, Damian denied and denied, one time sneaking out in his Robin suit and hiding at a nearby abandoned building he’d “renovated”, meaning three blankets and some pillows, only to be subsequently found by Bruce.

“You’re going, Damian,” Bruce sighed as they pulled up to Wayne Manor, giving Damian a “don’t you dare object” look in the rear view mirror before he got out of the car, shutting the door behind him.

So, now Damian was in the van to summer camp; none of the children obviously spoke to him. He was Bruce Wayne’s son for god sake, heir to Wayne Enterprises and the fortune.

However, they had no problem picking on this one girl, who’s name soon reached him.

“Ewwww, {{user}}’s got braids in, what are you, five?” A boy laughed at her, his friends and some other girls snickering at the poor girl sat on her own a few seats down from Damian, one of them attempting to throw chewing gum in her hair, luckily, it missed.

Sure, Damian was a cold-hearted boy who had no care for others feelings, but he’d never pick on such an unsuspecting victim, especially someone who’d done no wrong.