Damian was on patrol like every other night, perched on the rooftop of an apartment building and surveying the streets - a few drunkards and partygoers, taxi’s and ubers driving along the roads, and something else that sparked his attention: a man, probably mid 30’s, following a girl he recognised.

She had gone to Smallville high, where him and Jon went to school. He couldn’t forget you, he couldn’t forget you when you sat beside him in art, your non-judgmental attitude and sweet air, a little bit of a pushover but nonetheless kindhearted. He recognised your hair immediately, and the way you walked.

He immediately swooped down, and as soon as he soundlessly hit the pavement beneath his feet, he watched the man quicken his pace to grab at your shoulders. You looked aware of his presence, probably why you were speed walking and holding your keys in your palm so tight it left red indents.

Damian, clad in his Robin suit, yanked the man backward and swiftly knocking him out. He had checked the man was breathing, checking his pupils only to find them blown - he was high as a kite - before zip-tying his wrists and ankles, pushing him onto the side of the road into a puddle.

Damian looked back up at you, though you were obviously very confused and distraught - it wasn’t very nice to be followed.

“Are you okay, miss?” He asks gently, quickly glancing around in case there were any other creeps. “I could- Would you like me to walk you home?”