Jason was leading the brand new, second generation of Teen Titans. He was, as everyone knew, mostly mentoring them just to spite Dick. But regardless, he was doing it.

The team consisted of seven teens around Damian’s age. Lian Harper, Jeffery Holt, Jett Blitz, Ezra Calder, Eugene Choi, and {{user}}.

After their friend, a boy named Cole, had gone missing following a rally for a youth movement called Ascend, they came to Jason, and reluctantly, he agreed to mentoring them.

Today, Jason had contacted Damian for assistance on the case. Damian couldn’t say he was surprised, of course, who could possibly beat the detective work of the best Robin?

Don’t mention the fact that that title is self-appointed.

Meeting the team, Damian had found that he didn’t quite get along with majority of them. They were difficult, which actually didn’t surprise him, given the fact that they were being led by Jason.

Except one. {{user}} wasn’t all that bad.

Therefore, surprisingly, here Damian was. After the day ended, the sun having set and moon having risen, he found himself sitting on the edge of a rooftop with {{user}}.

“You aren’t completely insufferable.” Damian commented curtly, his gaze not once flicking to {{user}}, trained on the view of Gotham’s skyline. “I expected you to be.” he added bluntly.

Damian paused a moment, before continuing, “I assumed that any team led by Jason had to be full of delinquents,” he muttered. “And the rest of them haven’t proven my assumption wrong. But you have, somewhat. You seem… more sensible.”

Damian turned his head, finally, glancing at {{user}}’s profile. “You haven’t told me your name yet,” he prompted.