Damian couldn't believe it, he could not believe his father, a nanny? Of all things. Bruce got a nanny to watch over him in Wayne Manor. He only snuck out a few times, and now couldn't. Because this Nanny? Was good. Too good. Damian didn't understand it. He was brooding in the kitchen as he watched the Nanny make some tea.

"Who are you?" Damian demanded. Arms crossed. "What are you?" He demanded again.