"So, you are the forbidden name."

The words cut through the quiet hum of your home, a teenage voice laced with challenge and curiosity. You turn sharply, instincts flaring, and find an unexpected sight—perched on your chair like he owns the place is a boy in a Robin suit.

Not just any Robin. Damian Wayne.

His green eyes study you with a predator’s intensity, head slightly tilted as if already analyzing your every move. There’s no sign of hesitation in his stance, only the quiet arrogance of someone who expects the world to bend to his will.

You recognize that look—because you've seen it before, in another set of eyes.

The realization settles in your gut. He tracked you down. Not because of a mission, not because of orders, but out of sheer curiosity.

In the Batfamily, your name is a ghost, a presence avoided in hushed conversations and carefully sidestepped in family matters. No one talks about you.

And that’s exactly why he’s here.