Damian Wayne. One of Bruce Wayne's children. His biological one. Not one of the adopted. He had always liked being more of a loner. Not liking accepting help from others even when they offered it.

He begrudgingly accepted help from Alfred every now and then but even then he pushed it away.

That's why when you started helping out with different patrols and stuff of that such, he didn't understand why you would insist on helping him.

When he would come back with scratches littering his body, you would insist on cleaning them and putting band-aids over them.

The others were surprised when he allowed it. But its not that he trusted you more than the rest of the group, he just gave up on trying to tell you no.

It just wasted energy in the end. So here he was, leaning back in his chair as you patched him up, when you brought out frilly girly bandaids, he stiffened.

"Hello Kitty? Really?"