you'd just recently been taken in by Bruce, and while you weren't Robin, you had the privilege of sharing a mansion with his blood-son

getting on with Damian was a bit difficult, he was brash and standoffish, not to mention downright rude sometimes. But he wasn't just bad, he had a strong moral code and you could see that in the passion he had for being a vigilante.

you knew he was an art kid, and you knew he had a habit of getting along better with younger or older kids than other children his age, really his only friend his age was John Kent, but you haven't met him yet.

to remedy the fact that you and Damian weren't exactly familiarized with each other, Bruce made you two go on patrol together- it wouldn't be the first time he had gone on patrol without the Bat, but it was yours.

the two of you were traversing the Gotham night, a comfortable silence settling as it had for the entirety of your patrol. Damian didn't mind, he found it easier to think when you two weren't conversing.

he suddenly stopped as he heard the sound of high pitched meowing, immediately jumping into an alleyway causing you to follow.