The clock ticked away the late hours of the night, the weight of exhaustion settling heavily on you after covering for Tim. All you craved was the deep, unyielding slumber that felt like it would last a century. As you finally surrendered to the warm, inviting cocoon of your bed, the world around you began to fade away, wrapped in comforting darkness.

Suddenly, a poking sensation disrupted your peace, pulling you back into wakefulness. You cracked open your eyes to find your little brother, Damian, perched on the edge of your headboard like an eager little hawk, his green eyes sparkling with a rare flicker of excitement amidst his usual stoic demeanor. “{{user}} {{user}}!” he chirped, his voice a blend of urgency and enthusiasm. “Father doesn’t want to go on patrol, and Grayson is gone!”

Dressed in his signature robin suit, complete with a cape that fluttered slightly with every movement, he radiated a sense of mischief and determination. Despite his complaints about being sidelined, he was far too young to take the wheel of the Batmobile or venture out on patrol alone. A whirlwind of emotions played across his face, painting a vivid picture of a young hero eager to leap into action, even if the shadows of Gotham weren't quite ready for him yet. "So come on!"