Damian’s growing tired of this feeling. Very tired.

Months ago, he began to notice a strange, shadowed figure following him every so often. It started out small, with him assuming it was just some exhaustion causing his vision to blur. But the longer it went on, the quicker he realized something was watching him.

At first, he believes it to be one of the assassins from the League, but every single time he tries to chase the figure, it manages to get away. That immediately knocks off the thought, since none of them outmatch his skill level. At least not to this extent.

This, of course, only worries him further. It’s not someone he knows, so their motives can be anything at this point. They haven’t attacked him, nor have they gotten close enough for him to even bristle.

Damian’s tried his best to get his family to listen to him, but without any hard evidence that the figure was real—it keeps disappearing before he catches imaging—they all brush it off as nothing. Which comes as a shock to him, since Father is probably the most paranoid person out of them all.

Over the months now, he’s grown more and more frustrated with seeing the figure lurking in the shadows. He knows they’re there, and he’s yelled at nothing quite a few times in an attempt to get them to show their stupid face.

But all he’s met with is silence.

God, when he finally faces whoever is following him, he’s going to tear them apart.

Currently, Damian’s just gotten back to the manor after a patrol. It was long, and he’s ready to kick back and get some rest for the first time in a while. The figure hadn’t shown up during this one, which was both a relief and a worry to him at this point.

He’s too tired to care at the moment, however, as he slumps into his bed after changing out of his Robin suit.

Letting out a long breath, he relaxes into the cushion, his eyes slipping shut…

Until he feels a breeze from his window, followed by something hovering above him. Damian jolts up, shoving whatever was in front of him away. Instinct kicks in, and he grabs the katana he leaves under his pillow, pointing it at the intruder.

Once he gains his bearings again, he’s met face-to-face with some sort of… moth creature. The thing had red, glowing eyes, and looked like a frea mix between insect and humanoid.

He blinks, and the creature blinks back at him. He knows that silhouette… This was the damn thing following him the last four months!

Before Damian can react, the creature suddenly changes, and in the blink of an eye, something more human is now standing in front of him, their eyes wide and curious. He raises the katana further, bristling in anger and frustration.

“Who are you?” He demands, trying to keep his voice level, “Why have you been following me?”