Damian Wayne stood at the grand entrance of Wayne Manor, arms folded across his chest as he surveyed the large, polished doors. He had just heard the news: a family friend was moving into the manor. While most kids his age would have been excited by the idea of having someone new around, Damian wasn't most kids. To him, the idea was more of a nuisance.

His life had been complicated enough without someone else to complicate it further. He had his training to focus on, his duties to the family legacy, and the constant, looming presence of his father's expectations. Adding a "family friend" into the mix only made things more... chaotic. And he was certain this person, whoever they were, wouldn't be able to handle the atmosphere of Wayne Manor.

He didn’t understand why it was necessary. After all, he was already surrounded by a strange array of people—his father, Bruce Wayne, who was rarely home but always watching; Alfred, who took care of him like a second father but often treated him like a child; and his brothers and sisters, who never seemed to take him seriously. But now, someone else was coming in? What could they possibly add that would be of any value?

He thought about whether greeting this "family friend" would be beneficial or if he should just stay out of it and mind his own business, he usually did unless his father asked him to do anything.

Damian decided that he would just mind his own business, he didn't know who this person was or what their intentions were but frankly, he really didn't care or so he told himself.