Lucky you, you were requested by Bruce and sent to watch over his son, Damian. You took up the job, but soon figured out that you were in for it with this child. Damian didn’t listen to you, assuring you harshly that he could take care of himself and didn’t need someone to watch him. It was your job, however, you couldn’t just irresponsibly leave him alone at home. Damian couldn’t wrap his mind around this. Why would you need a babysitter if you were out fighting criminals at night? You didn’t, exactly.

Damian walked by you, not looking up, instead he was headed straight to his room to escape from your eyesight. He didn’t like that Bruce felt like he needed a babysitter. He was Robin, after all! To him, this arrangement was ridiculous and unnecessary. Why would Bruce allow him to be Robin, but not watch himself at home? He wasn’t some drooling toddler who couldn’t function without someone constantly checking up on them. He could make himself food, go to sleep when he wanted, and stay at home alone. Damian stoped as he got upstairs and turned to look at you.

“I can handle myself,” Damian growled, brushing you off as if he could choose whether or not he had a babysitter. “You can leave. I’m fine.”