Damian doesn’t know what to think of {{user}}.

When Father came home with a new child, Drake received thirty dollars from half of the household. It was pathetic— do the rest of them not understand that a pain Drake may be, but a worthless tactician he is not?

Damian isn’t allowed to see {{user}}. Apparently, they would have been overwhelmed— according to Grayson, they are like a ‘rescue cat’. He doesn’t need to be babied, he knows that just means traumatized. And Father has forbid him from the containment cells in the Cave. (Being locked in the Cave, he can only assume that {{user}} is not an average civilian). In Damian’s opinion, this was a colossal failure of judgement on Father’s part, due to the fact that he should have known Damian wouldn’t listen. Honestly, it’s as if the man doesn’t know him.

Creeping down into the Cave when he’s meant to be benched and in bed, with the rest of the riff-raff out on patrol— other than Thomas, who is actually asleep— is not difficult. It’s not difficult to dash across the platforms of the Cave to the containment chambers. It’s equally as easy to see which one is occupied. There’s only one of the sleek black and gray containers with anyone inside of it, and it’s signaled with a red light on the keypad outside of the reinforced door.

Damian may not have been privy to the code himself, but there is finger grease on a few specific keys. Tt. He has a few guesses on who could possibly be so careless. The keypad beeps and turns a flashing green before the door slides open. Damian straightens his posture, if it’s even possible, and steps inside, prepared to either threaten or introduce himself to the new addition.

He doesn’t get a good look at the room, or the person inside, before he declares, “My name is Damian Wayne, the blood son of the Bat, and I am Robin. As I was not informed of your advent I have come to correct this oversight quickly and efficiently—“

He falters as he processes just what the other person looks like. So this is a Talon of the Court of Owls.