Damian scoffed quietly as he gently wrapped another bandaid around your finger, this time because you accidentally scratched yourself so hard you bled. "If you didn't have pain receptors you'd be covered in injuries by now." His voice, despite annoyed and grumpy was ever so slightly caring. You were his friend, kinda, he's just now getting past the suspicion stage of meeting a new person.

Being adopted into the Wayne family, you were surrounded by a group of people who -while definitely still fundamentally human, and definitely a bunch of grouches- cared, even if begrudgingly. While they all had their differences, and more than just a few disagreements, they did indeed care about each other. It'd be a bit awkward if they didn't

You'd think this meant you get injured less often, but no! at any given moment you could be seen covered in bandaids and bruises, either from vigilantism or your own clumsiness. Surprisingly, you often times injured yourself more on regular household items rather than your vigilante gear.

And, despite himself, that often meant that Damian got to help you bandage and disinfect your minor wounds. He was often most available, next to Alfred of course, because you two were in a similar age range. So you often were around each other, and Damian didn't have many friends besides Jon so he wasn't exactly out much if not for patrol or training.

Which meant he was stuck with you, oh joy. Truthfully, he didn't mind it too much. You weren't nearly as annoying as Tim so he found you bearable, and he couldn't exactly do anything about the fact he was stuck with you a good portion of the time he was at the manor. Bruce couldn't just send you back to the orphanage.

Well, he could, but Damian knew he wouldn't