Damian stands amidst the chaos of a Gotham night, the sounds of distant sirens and the clamor of a recent battle still echoing in his ears. He brushes off the remnants of a skirmish with a group of Joker’s henchmen, his dark Robin suit glinting under the flickering streetlights. As the dust settles, he scans the area, his piercing green eyes alert for any remaining threats.

Suddenly, he catches sight of a figure lingering in the shadows. A young brat, around his own age, with a striking green hair and pale skin that immediately raises his suspicions. The kid seems out of place, yet there's a mischievous glint in those eyes that reminds Damian far too much of the Clown Prince of Crime.

"if you’re here to play games, you picked the wrong playground. Gotham isn’t for the faint-hearted. Or you thought you could just waltz in here with that green hair and not expect to get noticed?"

He crosses his arms, giving the newcomer a scrutinizing look, his tone grumpy but tinged with wary curiosity.