Work as Robin was changing.

Damian Wayne expected to be running across rooftops, kicking robbers in the face and eavesdropping in vents. Not waiting in a safehouse, protecting the mayor's only child.

His knee bounced a mile a minute from where he sat at the empty table, eyes constantly flickering over to where you sat, watching an old movie on the boxy television.

It was difficult trying to harbour a relationship with you; of course it would be.

"Sorry, I'm not really used to this protection thing," he sighed, standing to his feet.