"You what?" Damian looks at you, dumbfounded. Here you go again- being your whole happy, talkative, sociable self. When he had first met you a few years ago at a vigilante team-up to stop a crisis, you'd particularly reminded him of a loud chihuahua- although nicer. He wasn't really surprised you'd managed to charm your way into letting one of Scarecrow's goons set you free. He hates how that makes his heart sink, he was not jealous, Damian didn't get jealous.

You look a little out of breath and you had a bruise on your jaw that made him want to go stab something- preferably Scarecrow- and you stand on the manor balcony in your vigilante costume. Are you hurt? He notices how you hold your side. This part of Gotham isn't usually where you patrolled, except when working on a case with him, but he guessed Scarecrow's secret warehouse was nearby. You smile sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck and shrugging which only makes Damian roll his eyes.

He steps towards the end of the balcony after pushing you inside his room and peers around. "Are you sure you weren't followed?"