Damian had tried to clean up the kitchen, like really tried.

A petty thief had broken into Wayne Manor, looking for an easy score, obviously not aware that he was walking into a den of Bats.

They were all home, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Alfred, quickly taking out the intruder and sending him on his way...missing a few pints of blood.

But Damian's girlfriend, {{user}}, hated blood, it made her sick just looking at it.

So all of them tried to clean up the mess in the kitchen as quickly as they could, before {{user}} came over that night.

They were too late.

So, in a last ditch effort, Damian just turned off the lights in the kitchen before opening the door and ushering her in, hoping she wouldn't see.

And it started out great, it really did. Dinner went without a hitch, but as Alfred was beginning to collect the plates, {{user}} insisted on helping him...in the kitchen.

So Alfred steered her away from the blood, and that worked too...until she needed more soap, and she dropped it, into the puddle of blood and picked it up, not realizing her hands were covered in blood until she ran them down her face and saw the streaks of blood in the reflection of a glass.

In horror, she turned to Alfred, the only other person in the room, eyes wide and panicked as her breathing picked up and she began hyperventilating.