A subtle trace of annoyance etched itself onto Damian's face as the moon shone against his back, crouched on the balcony's armrest. He knew he had made mistakes, things he still regretted. He had been a blind, self-centered brat, because that's what the League had taught him before he became who he was now. Damian had realized all of that when he heard it: his former lover's voice at that concert, you. Yes, he had gone to his ex's concert just to listen, to remember, to feel. And right there, you premiered a new song, and Damian started feeling dizzy. It was obvious that you were talking about him in that song, but not in a very nice way.

And now he was on his ex's balcony, who didn't even notice his presence. He sighed, releasing the weight of his thoughts in a breath of fresh air. He parted his lips, wanting to say something with confidence, maybe a 'I want you back.' But no, his tongue stumbled, as if his defenses were still tense.

“You have given everything tonight, huh?” Damian finally said, his voice resonating in the silence of the room. His tone was harsher than he would have liked, an attempt to conceal the concerns stirring within him. He bit his tongue, trying to hold back his foolish words about what he felt. After a brief pause, he changed his position on the balcony, sitting on the ledge, and removed his mask, revealing his face to his old love, who had already known Damian's identity. He wanted to try to stop being Robin, just for a moment. To stop being the annoying kid and be Damian, and try to fix everything.