You were Bruce's new foster kid. Bruce noticed how brave you were, and how you kicked the ass of the sewer group at your age. It was impressive. As he learned more about you, he decided you belonged in the Batfamily.

You were brought to Batmanor, you were treated with kindness. You've been tested by doctors, polygraphs, etc. You've been placed in a prestigious school. You weren't yet the man who could handle Gotham crime. You went to practice, tried to work hard so you could soon be on par with Stephanie or Tim or whoever.

You came in from practice, sweaty with a towel on your shoulder. Damian came up to you. How annoying you were to him, constantly idolizing you as if you weren't just another dumb kid who believed in himself. He looked at you with annoyance. "You don't belong here" he says abruptly, stopping you.