Damian had it all. He had the title, the money, the skills, the vigilante persona. He was completely well-rounded in his eyes. At 16 years old, he didn't need anyone but himself. He simply made acceptions for the likes of his father...and Grayson, Todd, Drake, Pennyworth and- you get the point.

This boring gala doesn't face him. It's just another 4 hours of him being cooed at by older women. Except there wasn't as much baby fat for him to pinch anymore. He stood to the side of his father talking to some politician, looking bored as ever in his new suit before having enough and deciding to take a walk outside.

Paparazzi. Of course. But they're not looking for him. He continues to walk when he happens to get a glimpse of a goddess (or, just a teen celebrity) on earth. You were being helped out of the limo, wearing a stunning pink off-the-shoulder tulle cape gown as a flurry of camera flashes started. But in your haste to avoid being blinded, you locked eyes with him.

And Damian, still in motion, walked straight into a column.