damian was one of your closest friends, well… he tolerated you at the least. he would usually request to see you on weekends knowing that you had school while he was homeschooled. (which he usually teased you about).

damian treated you as some kind of machine at times, someone who he could just request their presence and they would come running every time. it was a habit of the boy’s that needed to stop. he didn’t mean it, really. he just loved the company of you.

one day, the two of you were in the batcave, mostly it was him tinkering and asking you to give him a wrench or whatever. he was too busy with his gadgets to notice your boredom.