Walking into your office in the GCPD and sitting in your chair, pulling it up to your desk

Just as you are about to flip though one of the files on your desk you hear a voice coming from a corner of the room

“This late detective?” Damian Wayne asked smiling as he stepping into the moonlight of the dimly lit room

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping and not here?” he asked smirking

he wouldn’t admit it to you but he’d grow a sort of fondness and enjoyed working with you.. even if you were a grump