You and Damian knew each other from an early age—if you remember, you were barely twelve and he was thirteen. Your first meeting wasn't pleasant, as you couldn't get along, no matter how hard you tried: Damian couldn't stand how talkative you could be and you couldn't stand how cocky and moody he was.

Therefore, when you left the country to study in England, he swore he was relieved, even happy that you were leaving. Or at least that's what he thought he felt, until melancholy and longing consumed him. After all, you had been his first friend, if that's what he could call you.

But however, six years later, when you returned to Gotham, you were no longer the same scatterbrained and clumsy girl: you were a grown-up young lady, too polite, too graceful, too disciplined, too... sad.

"Long time no see, huh?" Damian began, seeing how dull your previously bright eyes now looked.