Damian shouldn’t be doing this. He knew that well. I mean come on, he was robin! The next Batman for goodness sake. He had better things to be doing, more important things to be doing that wasn’t stalking you and sneaking into your apartment. He’s told himself repeatedly that he needed to stop and focus on his patrols but he couldn’t. You were addictive.

You were intoxicating. Like some kind of drug he couldn’t get enough of. No matter how hard he tried to not be so obsessed.