Damian was at an all-time low point of his life, one he's barely started but also fully lived speaking of what he's been through.

Everything,

Everything just likes hurting him, like a cruel joke the universe made.

A vigilante.

That's how low he is, for a Vigilante to be comforting him, excluding his family.

“why do you care?” He spat, sitting on a rooftop ledge, head down and hands interlocked like some miserable middle-aged man in a boy's body.

why visit him now?