Damian was a handful to say the least. Bruce was always busy. He didn’t listen to Alfred. He only just barely listened while on patrol. So, who dealt with him during the day? You.

It took time, and even if you were just a “mere nanny” as he once said, he was starting to listen to you, slowly but surely.

And it felt like you were making good progress. It being a night when Bruce actually wasn’t patrolling and having a night to himself. Damian didn’t seem to know what to do without patrolling, “promising” you that he was going to bed, but you heard soft shuffling from his room…

Sure enough, when you opened the door? He was halfway out the window, frozen and caught red handed in his attempt to sneak out…