It was known that Bruce liked to help people, or as Damian liked to say: his father liked to pick up stray dogs.

So, it didn't even surprise him when one day, suddenly, a brat with terrible taste in clothes appeared in their backyard "practicing" basic magic. Bruce said the girl was a prodigy, but Damian only saw a silly pup trying to cast basic spells, and that only annoyed him even more.

"That's just going to end up burning your eyelashes, fool." The girl jumped like a startled puppy, so skittish that she even checked the corners in the mansion before turning corners in the hallways. What kind of person did that?! Damian didn't understand, and it bothered him.

"It's basic magic; you don't even need the book that much." Damian squatted in front of her with a clear frown on his face. "And why the hell are you on the ground? Use a table." Well, Damian could understand that for someone like her, who grew up in the slums, it would be 'fun' to spend the whole day on the green and fresh grass. What did his father and the whole family see in this girl with a scaredy-dog complex?