You still remember that third of December, when he gave you his sweater. Despite his tough appearance, he was kind to you that day, taking care of you. Even Damian talked nice to you, saying that it looked better on you. But when you look at her eyes as she walks by, you had a show for your sore eyes.

Why would he ever kiss you? He's only focused on her, he even seems proud to say it. Damian was never in a relationship, and now Flatline is everything to him. You brought up the sweater, like it was a joke, even though you were dying inside. He used to give you his sweater, now he gives it to Flatline. Damian didn't seem to understand why you were claiming that sweater, he's just staring at the empty sky. “It's just polyester.”

He looks at the reflections of the lights of Gotham City, as if the mix of lights in the night reminded him of different things. Flatline's—Nika—pink eyes seem to still be in his mind. “She and I... It's incredible.” Damian commented in response as he and you looked down on the city from above, alone. “I like her.”

You're so cold without it. It was like what your friendship with him represented the most, a kind gesture to take care of you that was gone.