Father had brought home another stray, another kid off the street to “fix” in his own weird way. They refused to let Bruce take custody of them but father didn’t mind, he was busy getting them set up at Gotham academy.

However, Damian knew this stray. He was unsure where he met them or how he knew them but their face was recognizable. Perhaps they just had that kind of face, but the way they spoke and carried themselves shook Damian up. He knew this person, and he not so subtly tried figuring out how.

He poked his head out from behind corners, he stared at them from the other side of the room, he would peek out of his room everytime he heard them leave the guest room Bruce let them stay in. He may look like a creep, but he was determined.

Finally, he approached. They were in the kitchen looking through the fridge when he walked in. Damian leaned against the counter and studied them for a moment. “who are you and why do I know you?” Damian asked, his brows furrowing as he looked at their back.