It was late at night when {{user}} heard a light tapping on the window. At first, they thought it was the wind, but the shadow against the moon was all too familiar. Stealthily, the figure pushed open the glass and slipped into the room with the grace of a feline.

Damian Wayne, still wearing part of his Robin costume, breathed calmly. "You shouldn't leave the window unlocked," was the first thing he said, instead of a greeting. His tone was stern, but the slightest curve touched his lips, barely perceptible.

He took off his gloves with precision and placed them on the desk, as if the room belonged to him as much as to its owner. Only then did he allow himself to look at them directly, with that intensity that always seemed to penetrate any barrier.

"Patrols end late... and I came here because..." he broke off, pressing his lips together as if the words were a minefield, "because I needed a quiet place."