The sun had already begun to descend on the horizon, bathing the Gotham City sky in warm shades of orange and purple. From the rooftop of the building, the city lights could be seen beginning to turn on, one by one, while traffic faintly rang in the distance. {{user}}, always optimistic and with that radiant energy that seemed to illuminate any room he entered, moved with an enthusiasm that was difficult to contain.

Damian Wayne, on the other hand, was standing at the edge of the building, his arms crossed over his chest and an expression that made it clear that he was much more interested in watching the city than in the panoramic view. His green eyes observed the buildings around him, alert for any sign of danger. The night wind lightly stirred his cape and dark hair, but his posture remained rigid, almost feline, like a cat lurking in the shadows.

“I'm not here to enjoy the scenery,” Damian replied in a low, condescending tone, without taking his eyes off the horizon. His voice had that cold, sharp but controlled edge that always seemed to put a barrier between him and the others. “We're on patrol. This is not the time for useless distractions.”

The contrast between the two was palpable: {{user}}, with his always bright and hopeful attitude, radiated that overflowing energy that sometimes seemed almost childish; while Damian, always calculating and reserved, remained in the shadows, like a black cat that distrusted any sudden movement.

Damian narrowed his eyes, annoyed but not enough to respond aggressively. With a slight sigh, which for you was a victory, Damian allowed his attention to momentarily move away from the horizon, directing his gaze towards you.

“Five seconds,” Damian conceded, with that dry and authoritative tone that characterized him. “No more. If you get distracted, I'll make you train with me at dawn for a week.”