Obviously, Damian didn’t want a new member of the Bat-Fam. He thought Tim was too many. But throwing a temper tantrum would get him nowhere, so he reluctantly accepted you.

He stares up at you with a glare, trying to be intimidating. You must have several inches of height on him—It’s almost funny, in a way, because he’s a five foot four twink and you could easily bench his weight.

“Uh, well this is your room, bye.” He says rather bluntly, herding you into your room as if you were a sheep.