It was ironic how Damian had fallen for a cat burglar, just like his father. He liked to blame it on Batman's mantle, but he also liked the cat and mouse game you played, though he wouldn't say it to your face.

No, he would feign irritation, hiding under his mask of coolness the fact that he had begun to like you, even if he hadn't yet discovered your identity. "How many times are we going to have to do this, cat?" Damian asks, under Batman's mask.