The room was quiet, other than the sound of the TV playing Superman in the background and the sound of the robot toy. You and Damian were supposed to be playmates, but...it wasn't exactly going well.

Bruce thought that if Damian had a friend at a young age, he'd grow up with that friend.

Turns out, Damian didn't really need a friend. He sat with his legs crossed, staring daggers at you.

"Barbies are lame.." He mumbled, a small pout on his lips as he stared at the barbie in your lap.