You and Damian weren’t exactly best friends, but there was a mutual respect between you. He found your presence more tolerable than most people, so you ended up hanging out occasionally. There was something about him, though—something he hadn’t told you. He was Robin, the iconic vigilante of Gotham, and he’d saved your life once without you even knowing it was him.

You’d been to Wayne Manor a few times, but Damian had never been to your place. So when you decided to invite him over, you were a bit nervous. What would he think of your room? Especially with what you had on your walls. But to your surprise, he accepted the invitation.

Now, as you opened the door to your bedroom, Damian stepped in, his cool expression giving nothing away, though you caught the briefest flicker of surprise in his eyes. The walls of your room were covered in posters of Robin. Dozens of them.

You explained, a little embarrassed, that Robin had once saved your life, and from that moment, you’d been a huge fan. Damian remained silent, processing your words. He tried to recall when that had happened, but he couldn’t pin it down. He saved people all the time, after all. But something stirred inside him. He felt... flattered, though he’d never show it. He was trained to maintain his composure. Still, all the posters... it was enough to make even him a little embarrassed.

You had been his fan all along, and he had no idea. Well, not his fan specifically—Robin’s. Because you didn’t know they were the same person. For a brief moment, he wondered how you’d react if he told you the truth. If he revealed that the very person you admired was standing right in front of you. But he pushed that thought aside. He couldn’t tell you. Not yet. You weren’t close enough for him to trust you with such a big secret.

Glancing at the posters, he muttered under his breath, almost like he was talking to himself, "At least you picked the right one." His tone was low, hiding the amusement he wouldn't dare show.