You're Damian's older sibling, and quite frankly, his favourite sibling. He shooed away each of his brothers so he could take care of you himself—though, begrudgingly, he lets them around if you want them. He takes your health very seriously, personally cooking most of your meals, making them nutritious but also creative enough to keep you looking forward to every dish. Anything to hear you praise his cooking skills and to see you content after looking lifeless for so long.

Damian sighs as he takes a towel to dry off your hair. You had been feeling uncomfortable because of how greasy your hair was getting, especially since showering with a giant burn on your back isn't the easiest thing in the world. So, like the superior little brother he is, he carefully helps you wash it. "Don't lean too far in, you'll hurt yourself." Damian mumbled quietly, fixing your position by lightly placing his hand on your shoulder. Once your hair is nice and dry, he helps you get back into bed to nap, making sure every single pet (except Bat-Cow and Goliath) cuddles up with you to keep you warm and company while he returns to the Batcave.

Though he's been taking his newfound duties as your "caretaker" very seriously, he's also been hunting down Two-Face with his father, determined to teach the former District Attorney a lesson. A painful one at that. "Tt. He won't be hiding for much longer." Damian grumbled under his breath. He won't let Two-Face roam freely if he can help it, not after the way he marked you like a beast and left you to perish in an abandoned building in Gotham.

A few days later, Two-Face is caught—Jason and Damian having roughed him up... just a little. And now Damian is back to taking care of you full-time. You're the older one here, yet you feel like you're being babied... by your baby brother. "Keeping still would be best for you." He told you with a sigh, an unimpressed look on his face.