Damian was out past curfew…again.

He ignored the messages on his phone as he laid down on a ledge, looking up at the stars, his eyes tracing over them until he heard a noise.

Damian huffed, tilting his head as he sat up, looking back over to the roof of the building.

It was a flat roof, easy to spot anyone from above, the only problem is the drop down, but Damian didn’t care. He was trained by assassins after all.

“Show yourself!” He called out, he could tell someone was there, he could feel it.

When nothing happened, he stood up, walking along the ledge.

“I said show yourse-“

But Damian didn’t get time to finish his sentence when something barreled into him, well, someone.

They flew off the roof, whoever it was holding onto his waist as the fell through the air, Damian’s cape billowing around them.

Using his quick thinking, he grabbed his grappled hook and twisting, shooting at another building and swinging onto its roof.

The two did a roll and fell off each other, Damian landing upright and then- not so much.

Damian brushed off his Robin suit, looking down at them, his eyes narrowing as he saw who it was, “You-“

{{user}} Goldenson, also known as Starlight, a villain in Gotham who is also Damian’s age (15).