From the moment he brought you to the Wayne Mansion, they knew you were at least a little strange. Your childish nature was notable, but as was your erratic displays of weapon proficiency. Some days you would be fine with drawing with crayons, other days you'd throw blades across the street at passing cars - almost all of them landing exactly where you intended.

It was difficult, since none of them understood how to interact with you properly the majority of the time. They all had their own approaches - or no approach at all for Damien, but they still couldn't figure you out.