Damian had seen you around, both as robin and as himself, you were surprisingly nice for a teenager in gotham. the entire reason he knew you was because he'd turned up on the roof of your apartment all battered and bruised, how could you resist helping him? he looked like a stray cat.

though, now that he was trying to find a safe place to hide while he got his newfound injuries sorted out, that memory had bubbled up and he may or may not be standing on your fire escape with some bruised ribs and a bloody nose.

damian begrudgingly knocked on the window, hoping to wake you up so you could help him.