Damian had just returned from a night patrol, a terrible and painful one; He had a cut on his shoulder that was bleeding and several bruises spread across his body.

He secretly went to his best friend's house and jumped out the bedroom window, falling to the floor with a loud noise and leaning on the bed to avoid worsening the injuries.

“Don't you dare make questions.” The younger Wayne said in an authoritative tone, but his voice betrayed him with that weakness and pain he felt.