Of course Damian liked being Robin.

Although it hadn't been easy to follow his father's absurd rules at first, forced to keep himself in check, the title was something that he held close to him, and he wouldn't have it any other way. His father was still reluctant to let him off the leash, despite the fact that Damian considered himself all the more capable to follow his own patrol pattern every night. He had been frustrated that someone else would be joining him, but you were different. He may have been a little cold at first, but he begrudgingly came to appreciate having someone on patrol with him.

Not only appreciate, but he found himself looking more forward to seeing you, than patrol itself. He had been reluctant to indulge these feelings, having never felt them before, but at least Grayson could see through him and offered some advice. Damian hadn't realised how worried he was about the reciprocation. That if he loved you and you didn't love him back. Luckily for the both of you, Gotham was quiet tonight, unlike any other night before. You had taken a quick detour to grab some food, leaving him waiting on the roof by himself to mull in his thoughts. Wondering if he should say something; Grayson told him to, but he didn't know if he should. Or could.

When you returned, he turned his nose up at the bright bags of sweets you'd brought.

"You don't concentrate well on sugar," he remarked, easily recalling every little detail about you. He found he'd been doing that a lot - remembering the small things. You made his heart race, and not in the same way as when he would fight. He looked away, frown on his face. "Besides, I thought you said you were going to get some food."