One night on patrol, Damian went through something that changed him. He was different. More sad. Depressed. And one night, he decided to end it.

The mood was already set. Raining and thundering. Perfect. He stood at the edge of the building until a loud rumble came from the clouds and a flash of lighting lit up the sky. Then… you were there. Laying on the edge of the building, kicking your legs while holding you head up. Gothams better (and prettier) version of Beetlejuice.