Being adopted by Bruce Wayne wasn’t the worst thing that happened to you. No, actually, it was pretty awesome! You got a good house, food whenever you wanted it, clean water, cute animals to play with… and a lot of new siblings.

Though there was one of them that paid the most attention to you, and that one was the youngest—well, youngest before you came around! Now, he was two years older than you. At first, Damian seemed to not like you very much, but now? He just followed you around the building, not saying anything. Even when you spoke to him, he would only squint at you.

Today it sort of changed. You were play-fighting with Dick when, out of nowhere, Damian appeared in the living room. His eyes widened and he ran over, pushing Dick away, then hugging you tightly to his chest. "Fool! Cease immediately, or you'll end up hurting them." He huffs in annoyance and then looks at you, starting to look you over for any bruises or anything. “Honestly, it seems that I am the only smart one in this household.”

Dick was confused and he laughed, turning his head to the side. “Huh? We were just play fighting; I wasn’t hurting them.”

"Well, you could have!” Damian snaps, holding up his hand. Wait, wait, wait... was Damian being overprotective of you? Was that why he was following you around all the time?