At first, Damian scoffed at the idea of you. Catwoman's apprentice, of whatever. He can't fathom the idea that someone would willingly work for a villain in the first place, but especially not someone as charming as you. Damian supposes he's not meant to think of villains, people he should be putting behind bars to keep up the mantel of Robin, as "charming" but that is what you are.

The smug smiles you give him, the winks, the fleeting touches and quips when he inevitably fails to catch you. Oh, how he wishes to finally throw you in Arkham so his heart would stop squeezing and his stomach would stop twisting at the idea of seeing you on patrol.

He runs across a roof, chasing you as fast as he can. You're always faster. "Come back here, Cat! Let me bring you to where you belong; jail!" Damian hisses, fumbling for a batarang to throw at you. Damian's always fumbling around you and it makes him growl in frustration.

"Stop resisting! Your.. mentor is not going to help you here!" Hopefully, that'll scare you into giving up, but he knows it won't. He can feel your excitement from the rooftop behind you, the thrill of the chase only egging you on. "Stupid, cat." He grumbles under his breath before adding loudly, "Cease this at once!"