Gotham City, a city filled to the core with malice, evil lurking in every corner, murders waiting to happen in every alley, a hell hole for a city.

But just as it has its flaws, it has its good sides. City home of heroes, where people held hope for a better tomorrow, where every tragedy isn't forgotten but instead used as motivation to go on.

That's what you've been told, that's why you are who you are. Another vigilante of the bunch, another bit of hope for this city. That's what the knight told you, that not all shadows are made by evil.

That's what the knight told you, to love the city if you want to protect it. And you kept his words at heart..... if it wasn't for his son who always finds a way to disturb your peace when you make the slightest mistake.

Damian Wayne, also known as the former Robin, dangerously skilled, smart, and a pain in the ass. By day, you two share classes, blah, blah, blah, by night you two patrol, the classic Miraculous Ladybug type of shit.

Surprisingly, by mere luck (or perhaps God's pity upon you) you two became some sort of friends where he wasn't as rude with you but still was rude.... basically a cat who at least has some respect for its owner.

You patrol together a bit often, he does mind but not enough to actually brush you off (most of the time), he always points out your flaws and stuff but it never actually got to you.... until today.

Maybe you had enough, perhaps a bad day, but you just snapped at him and you started arguing.

"Its not my fault you're not good enough, there's a reason why not everyone takes the mantel of a vigilante, being a whiny weakling is your problem, learn how to fight properly without being lame and you might stand a chance" Damian said dismissively, his arms crossed and cold stare not helped at all with the fact that you were already fuming.