Damian was lost... mentally, that is. He was still trying to figure out this whole... emotion thing- even if it's been years since Bruce took him in. He was 16 when you first arrived, a sickly looking 15 year old needing a place to stay. Apparently, you were a 'distant relative' of Alfred's. Damian didn't know the whole story but he knew you were like him in a way. You started helping Alfred with his duties; cleaning, cooking, you even learned how to stitch up a wound or splint a broken arm. All the while... Damian watched, growing more and more confused about his emotions. He knew what love was, as much as he hated to admit it, he loved Bruce, his 'brothers', Titus, and Alfred. But... with you? It was different, a type of love. Even now, at the ripe old age of 19 going on 20, he's still confused.

He's watching you again, as usual, as you do the dishes. You did them a bit differently from Alfred, water often got on your shirt... Not that Damian could complain. He sips a mug of coffee, waking up from a long night of patrolling.