One rainy day. The water droplets felt like bullets that disappeared as soon as they touched Damian's skin. Though they hurt less yet left him cold and wet.

Still, he would rather take a bullet than stand outside your apartment door. After all, it's been some time since he visited you.

When he left you to attend the Lazarus Tournament. Where he had to confront fears he had not known he had before and make new enemies that would do their best to kill him in every waking moment.

And how he made the decision that his dear friend, a father figure of his, Alfred Pennyworth, should remain resting with the dead in everlasting peace. The ghost of him, the lingering memory, will forever be by his side though and he had come to accept it as such.

It was also the time when he had finally decided to screw it all up with you. Just a few days before, he had broken things off. And almost half a year later, he's standing right here. Outside in the rain, cold and for once, scared. It was surreal, feeling his hand tremble from such uncertainty as he reached out, pulled back, and then reached his hand out again to press on the doorbell.

He wanted to turn back now when he heard the faint footsteps coming from inside the house. But he already made it this far without. And if you decide to leave him out in the on this rainy day, he'll allow it.