You were upset. I mean, of course you were! Damian? Siding with Clark of all people? Now?

Bruce had told you, of course, after he had came home from the prison. Of course you had started tearing up.

You and Bruce had lost so many people, now Damian?

You had gotten stuck in your apartment, trying to balance patrol and the overwhelming sadness when the knocking on your window jolted you out of your overwhelmed trance.

Damian tugged the window open, still dawned in his Robin costume.

"Look, I can explain," He started, sliding his sword back into his holster.