Damian and you had been dating for almost three years by now, always supporting each others through ups and downs. Until this week; you and Damian had a big fight (wich he started), and now he left home. He's been gone for two days, not answering calls or texts.

You had been walking home at almost midnight, the dangerous streets of Gotham looming around you. Some men followed you and cornered you, but before they could do anything—they'd been all knocked out cold.

A silhouette stood amongst the unconscious bodies, slowly coming into view; Damian, in his full Robin gear. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice one of concern and annoyance.