From a very young age, Damian was detached from others, like he was trained to be. He was meant to be the next heir for the shadow league, then Bruce took over and tried to change his ways. He was sent to school, and that's how he met you.

The biggest ball of sunshine to ever possibly exist. Yet somehow, you're the only one he got along with. You're like candy, you're too sweet, he dosent know why he tolerates you, but he does. You follow him around like a puppy, constantly by his side. He looked over at you, his head titled slightly. How could someone be so happy in a shithole like Gotham?

"How are you so-.. sweet, all the time?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.