Damian Wayne

I had gone with my father, Alfred, and the others on a summer vacation that my father saw as a good thing for us.

My father hadn't told us where we were going on our trip, but he said it would be quite hot, so we packed suitcases with summer clothes, sunscreen, all the essentials for each of us, and well, sunglasses too, why not?

Two days before the holidays, my father told us that we would be going to Argentina.

Argentina?

I asked, looking at my father

Alfred: Yes, young master Damian, we will go to Argentina

Why's that

I asked. It wasn't that I disliked the country; I researched it extensively, and it's acceptable, within the established parameters, acceptable. But I never imagined my father would take us to that particular country.

Bruce: There they can learn what a much simpler life is like and how people earn a living.

Jason: But we have to earn a living too.

Bruce: I know, Jason, but jobs aren't like they are here, and they usually exploit people there.

They talked a little longer and after discussing the trip, Dick, Jason, Tim, and my father each went their separate ways.

The remaining two days passed and we went to the airport

The trip was fine, we went in VIP because Dad wanted it that way, and after several hours, we arrived at our destination.

After a week, we had all been exploring as much as we could in the province of Tucumán.

As I was walking, I bumped into someone

???: My apologies

A young lady said, and I looked at her carefully.

Don't worry, is that okay? Umm...

I remained silent, not knowing his name.

(That's where you start. Sorry guys, this is for women only.)