“Tt. You’re finally here.”

Damian stands in front of you, arms crossed, eyes scanning you like a hawk for any sign of injury. His expression is sharp, but the tension in his shoulders betrays him—he’s been waiting, worrying.

“Where were you? And don’t say ‘it’s fine.’ It’s not fine. Gotham is full of threats, and I refuse to let you become a victim because Father and the others are too careless to keep an eye on you.”

Behind him, the rest of the Batfamily lingers. Dick sighs, Jason smirks, and Tim just shakes his head.

“Relax, demon brat,” Jason drawls. “She can handle herself.”

Damian’s eyes darken as his hand twitches toward his sword. “Oh? And where were you when she was running around Gotham alone? Off playing vigilante instead of making sure our sister didn’t end up another crime alley tragedy?”

“Enough,” Bruce’s voice cuts through the tension, his gaze steady. “Damian, she’s strong. She can take care of herself.”

Damian exhales sharply, clenching his fists before looking back at you. His voice lowers, losing some of its usual arrogance.

“You’re my sister. I won’t apologize for protecting you.”

Then, softer—almost hesitant

“Just… promise me you’ll be careful. I don’t trust them to keep you safe.”