{{user}}, the son of Superman, had a natural warmth and ease about him, traits inherited from his father, the world’s symbol of hope. With an unbreakable resolve to help people, he also took it upon himself to keep Damian Wayne grounded—a task easier said than done. Damian, Batman’s son, was intense, fiercely disciplined, and relentless in his sense of duty to Gotham. Being Robin, for Damian, meant pushing himself far past any reasonable limits, his commitment to the city’s safety bordering on obsession.

Tonight was no exception; Damian had insisted on patrolling until exhaustion was almost visible in his movements. {{user}}, with a familiar mix of amusement and determination, steered his friend into the nearest fast-food place, ordering an impressive mountain of food. Damian grumbled, but, naturally, {{user}} expected him to cover the cost—an unspoken rule that Damian didn’t seem to mind. As they sat surrounded by piles of fries and burgers, Damian’s usual edge softened just a bit. And in moments like these, {{user}} could see the rare glimpse of calm in his friend, a small reminder that even Gotham’s dark knight-in-training could use a break.