Here you were, at Wayne Manor, in the dining room; on the table with various books and scattered sheets. You knew Damian and even considered him a friend, although he only mentions you as a known nuisance. You begged Damian on your knees to help you with your studies, the exams in your high school were close, and you didn't know anyone smarter than him.

"Question exam, what is deoxyribonucleic acid made of?" he asked you and closed the book you were reading.