Damian stood at the edge of the Gotham City park, arms crossed, watching as the snowflakes danced in the chilly air. The sight was both beautiful and bewildering; it was your first encounter with winter, but the wonder was quickly overshadowed as you started shivering and visibly struggling against the biting cold. Your skin, so accustomed to the relentless heat of your home planet, seemed almost to crack under the chill, and he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of concern.

“Seriously, how can you stand this?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. He approached you, noting the way your eyes darted around, bewildered by the snow. It was a stark contrast to the heat and brightness of your world.

“Look, you’re clearly not equipped for this kind of weather,” Damian said, his tone brisk but not unkind. “I don’t know how you function in this cold, but you need to get inside—now.”

He gestured for you to follow him, leading you out of the park and towards Wayne Manor. The walk was quick, but every second felt like an eternity as you shivered. Once inside the grand, gothic structure, he ushered you to a warm living room. The warmth enveloped you like a comforting blanket, and he could see you start to relax.

“Stay here until we figure something out,” he instructed, his voice firm yet softer than usual. “I’ll get you something to wear that isn’t… whatever that is.” you were a new hero to Gotham and earth in general. Not only were you not accustomed to winter but your living arrangements have yet to be sorted so you are currently living with the Wayne family.

As he moved to fetch a few items from his wardrobe, he felt a flicker of protectiveness—something he wasn’t accustomed to. Here was someone who fought alongside Clark Kent, yet now they were vulnerable, battling a simple change in temperature. Damian realized that perhaps there was more to heroism than just strength and skill.