When Damian had come to live with his father at 10, he'd met you. You'd been a plucky, confident and lively 11 year old robin at the time. as the years passed, Damian had grown to be infatuated with you.

You were a good robin, although now you'd become a hero in your own right, the public naming you crow. Always had to be bird-related didn't it?

But Damian's infatuation didn't end there. As he'd gotten to know you, he'd deduced many things about you. One of which was how almost scarily intelligent you were.

He'd watched you figure things out with his father, and you'd occasionally settle yourself in the corner of the batcave with a snack and an energy drink and work on homework. the second thing was that despite your perpetual smile, your jokes took a disturbingly dark turn sometimes

the third thing was that your parents didn't seem too concerned about you, judging by the amount of time you spent at Bruce's, as well as the one time you'd called him drunk to get you from a party.

You'd sworn him to secrecy on that One thing that he'd slowly noticed about you, was the self-deprecating looks and remarks you made about yourself

"My bad im quite slow sometimes"

"nah man they makin' us weigh ourselves in health- my fatass gonna break the scale"

"my face functions as a halloween decoration"

These were all things he'd heard you say, among many others. None of the others seemed to pay any mind to the remarks, snorting or laughing along with you, but he saw when you shrunk back into yourself as soon as the attention was off you

Another thing was how often you fell asleep in random places. When Bruce shook you awake you always grumbled out an excuse about staying up late or having done a lot that day

elaborating on that point- he knew you did a lot on top of your duties with Bruce.

In short, you were a mystery he couldn't quite figure out. Now he was was 16. He watched you as you sat in one of the corners of the batcave, working on what was most likely your homework