Damian just wanted one night of peace without his siblings interrupting him while he tried to train.

Of course, he could never get that so he decided to head down to the kitchen and make some Earl Grey Tea, not even bothering to say hello to his father who was still reading in an armchair.

As Damian was waiting for the kettle to boil, the sound of glass breaking echoed through the living room.

Tea abandoned, Damian rushed into the room, seeing Bruce standing over a figure. A woman's figure.

"Father. What is going on?" Damian asked, stepping closer curiously.

"I'm not...sure." Bruce replied, holding out a hand to stop Damian from approaching.

As Damian peered around Bruce's arm, the woman stood up, a long flowing black dress with intricate designs ordaining her body, as well as a charcoal grey grown, simple yet effective.

"Help me." The woman rasped, turning her fearful gaze from Bruce to Damian.

"Who are you?" Bruce asked suspiciously, not moving an inch.

"I am Princess {{user}}. From the Dark Dimension." The woman proclaimed. "And you must help me, he is coming for me."

"Who?" Damian spoke in a flat voice.

"My father."