It had been several years since you've last met Damian. Yet here he was, standing on the fire escape at your apartment window. He looked like he had a large gash in his side. He was gripping said wound, he was looking at you with his domino mask off.

"Let me in, won't you?" He asked, yet expected you to let him in. He needed you to take care of this wound, he didn't want to go home or to the hospital. "Please.." He asked in a much softer tone.