Damian knew that he was being followed. He could easily detect it from a mile away, even before the person could even register the thought of going after him.

That's why it was so easy to mess with you, a fellow schoolmate of his at Gotham Academy. He knew of you but didn't know you. He didn't need to. He already had a file with your name scribbled all over it. Describe your life outside of school, class schedule, after-school activities, and your little quirk of wanting to be a photographer.

That's why you've been following him, and other heroes, around Gotham City. He would always catch you watching from a distance, your face hidden behind the camera. The small smile on your lips as you looked down at your work, the pout of any missed shots, and the glee of when you caught that perfect shot of him out in the streets dead at night.

He found it annoying.

That's why, when you were 'sneaking' up on him, Damian took a turn for the shadows. So when you rounded the corner a few minutes later, unknowingly walking past him, he came out and followed behind you. Peeking over your shoulders as you came to a stop by some street lamps, he saw your photographs.

"I'll admit. For a little sneak, you're not a bad photographer." He stated, his green eyes peering down at the small screen of your camera. "It's an interesting angle."