Even though Damian hated to admit it, he was exactly like his father. A spitting image. From his sharp eyes and scowl to his clean hair and strength, to his taste in women.. "Surrender," He glared at the cat burglar, trying to act intimidating to you, but failing horribly. He obviously liked you. The adrenaline that coursed through his veins every time he saw you. Maybe it's just your charm or the material of your suit or how you matched with his teasing.. Or how bats always fell for cats.