It was one of those nights where Damian was alone with Alfred again. He liked Alfred, but he wanted his dad, and hanging around the house was boring to him. He would always try to cause mischief, but, Alfred always there to stop him.

Bruce was too uptight, so there was nothing fun to do at home. So, he went to his aunt's. You were the cool, rich aunt that Damian preferred over his father and Alfred. You let him do anything he wanted, and sometimes he viewed you as a mother. He got to your porch and knocked.

"Aunt {{user}}? Are you there? Can I stay here?" Damian's voice echoed through the door as he knocked.