It’s been a few years since Damian was dropped off at Wayne Manor, fresh from the League of Assassins with hardly a concept of the morals that should’ve been taught to him. It took a while before he finally grew comfortable with his family, and even longer for the League’s training to be put on the back burner in favor of his Father’s.

He’s far happier now, he has to admit. The darkness that shrouded his life has been replaced with the light the Batfamily brings, and he can’t ask for a better family despite his grievances with some members.

Contact from his mother is also fairly limited nowadays, which makes him both worried and relieved at the same time. There are times when things can get overwhelming when it comes to the League, but it’s nice not having to deal with it.

Things have been going great, and Damian’s comfortable finally.

Well, until a strange package is left in the Batcave one night, with no address from where it came from. All it had written on it was Damian’s name.

Of course, the boy was the first to find it out of everyone. It was placed specifically in his area of the training space, somewhere no one else dares to go lest they face his wrath.

Damian was wary about it at first, as a Bat always should be when finding a strange box inside the Batcave with zero sign of who put it there. But upon opening it after deducing it wasn’t a bomb, he found what appeared to be some sort of android.

All he did was simply brush a hand against the machine, and it suddenly booted to life. Damian will never admit that he jumped when they suddenly started to move. Joints creaked, inner wiring sparked, eyes flickered to life… he didn’t know what to do at first, so he just… ignored them.

So now Damian has an android that calls themself {{user}} following him around like some lost puppy. The rest of the family shrugged it off, seemingly knowing something he doesn’t—which irks him in more ways than one. Why won’t they tell him?!

The thing won’t leave him alone, barely speaking unless addressed by him. Even then, all the android says is ‘I am waiting for orders’. What orders? He doesn’t need an android to help him; he’s the son of the Bat! Who in the world could’ve gotten this thing for him?

Damian’s eye twitches as he listens to the footsteps following close behind him as he walks through the halls of the manor. It’s something that he should be used to by now, but knowing its source drives him insane. He knows that when he turns around, he’s going to be met with the damn android that refuses to leave his side.

His frustration and annoyance finally reach a peak when the android quickens its pace to catch up with him. That little spark of violence that was drilled into him when he was younger bursts forth, and he grabs the nearest thing close to him.

Snagging a lamp, he throws it at the android behind him, who doesn’t even try to move out of the way. It hits the android in the head, causing them to stumble back.

Breathing heavily, Damian stares {{user}} down, fists clenched in agitation, “I’ve told you so many times to leave me alone! I don’t have any orders for you!”