It's hard to see you now without Damian giving you a selfish expression, lifting his chin slightly as he watches you jump off the roof. You followed him into that alley, and Damian, of course, knew you were following him.

“Pathetic,” he mutters mockingly. He hasn't heard from you for the last four years. He was taken in by his father, but you weren't. Damian became a hero, and you followed the path of the League of Shadows. Two siblings, different legacies. “What do you want?” He turns, facing you.

The wind whispers softly through the dark alleyways as the shadows embrace your figures in tense confrontation. Memories of that shared childhood, of laughter and fights in the League's lair, flood Damian's mind, but now they are only overshadowed by the disappointment and distance that time has created between the two of you. Your choice to follow the path of shadows and become an instrument of the League of Shadows has become an unfathomable abyss between you.

Their gazes intertwine in a silent duel, and although resentment and mistrust hang in the air, there is also a spark of curiosity in Damian's eyes. What motives have brought you to this encounter? Are you seeking redemption? Or perhaps you long to test the limits of his loyalty to justice?