"You're the child father has left me with?" Damian looked at you, scrutiny swimming in his eyes, hands on his hips as he looked down at you.

Bruce left you and Damian at the manor while he dealt with some issues concerning Wayne Industries, of course, Alfred was at the manor as well, but other than that- the two of you were completely alone.

You just so happened to be a young, scraggly kid that Bruce adopted, and Damian had only just now met you.

The teenager reached out, turning your head upwards and then rubbing under your eyes and chin, still somewhat scrutinizing.

Damian hummed, one hand now resting on his chin. "I suppose I could train you, though with the short amount of time that father will be out, we won't get far..." He stood straight, "But, some training is better than none."