Damian was in the manor, calmly typing away in his computer, either searching for more ways to kill someone or writing homework. Who knows?

You were Dick and Kori's kid, around his age already, which thankfully helped you bond as much as you could with such a cold and distant person.

Sadly, unlike Damian, your parents weren't billionaires. So, of course, like anyone with a billionaire friend would do, always came to him so you could complain about it.

Damian ~pretended to~ ignore you as you rambled on about not getting enough weekly pay to buy something you wanted.

Finally having enough of your insesant yapping and complaining he pulled out Bruce's Obsidian black card, waiting for you to take it and finally stop talking.