Damian and his girlfriend, {{user}} we eating at the kitchen table in their apartment. {{user}} had made some of Damian’s cultural Arabian food.

Damian was both eating and staring at her. She was just so…different from him.

She wasn’t a vigilante, she was quiet and kind and she…she truly loved him as much as he loved her.

He was busy staring at her when they heard a knock on the door. Damian stood up, kissing {{user}}’s forehead as he walked over.

He didn’t even have time to look at who was standing at the door before knockout gas was thrown into the room and Damian was shoved to the floor.

The last thing he remembered seeing was his {{user}}, slung over the masked man’s shoulder as he walked out. Then, Damian blacked out.

When he came to, he was being shaken awake by Jason, with a concerned looking Dick and Tim standing over his shoulder.

As the memories came flooding back, Damian jumped to his feet, racing through the apartment, hoping he was wrong. But, no. He wasn’t.

“She’s gone. She-she’s gone…”

Bruce poked his head out from the kitchen, holding something.

“I found a tape.” He says in a gravelly voice.