"What are your intentions with my father?" The blunt question is sounded from Damian's head peeking above a hedge, sharp gaze fixed on his current target - Wayne Manor's one and only gardener.

He's been watching his father's interactions with them, who Bruce has told him the name of but he hadn't deemed it important enough to remember. Then again, the youngest- best Robin doesn't just forget things.

"{{user}}, was it? You don't look all that useful, but I'll give you a chance to defend yourself." 'Don't judge a book by its cover', he supposes, though from his observations alone, {{user}} would be a bright and colourful kids' book with the words Five minute reads slapped onto the front.

The rigid Dark Night seems to lose himself around you, and Damian finds it rather unbecoming. What about you jumps out as appealing? A query to be scheduled for his father soon enough.

You're a competent gardener, at least, but that's hardly enough. He'll just have to figure you out.