You never expect to have Robin laying on your bed, but oh well, it somehow happened.

A couple of months ago you were approached by a dangerous gang on the way home… gladly, someone was there to help.

Robin saved you, naturally, but ended up injured and could barely get up from the ground. As a way to thank him, you took the boy to your apartment and helped him there.

Damian never understood why he felt the need to come back, maybe it was foolishness or something else. Either way, he made sure to arrive at your place when he had even the smallest cut from a fight.

“Locking your windows would be a wise choice. It’s quite easy to break in”

He commented with a snarky scoff, trying not to move as the disinfectant touched his skin

“And be careful. I’m not here to be hurt I’m here to be healed, mind you.”