Damian Wayne

When I arrived at the mansion, Alfred took me to my room to rest, but after a while, I grew tired of the silence. Curiosity got the better of me, so I went down to the Batcave in search of answers, or at least some action. When I entered, the echo of my footsteps faded as I saw something unexpected: my father was at the computer, but he wasn't alone. Beside him, a blonde girl my age was showing him something on a tablet, and the two of them seemed engrossed in a conversation that obviously didn't include a "newcomer" like me.

I frowned at his outfit. He was wearing Robin's suit. There was something about his posture and the way he dressed that bothered me.

The girl looked up when she sensed my presence, and I could see that she had green eyes and a cold expression. She didn't smile. She barely looked at me for a moment, perhaps gauging whether she should pay attention to me or ignore me.

—Father, who is she?

When I arrived at the mansion, Alfred took me to my room to rest, but after a while, I grew tired of the silence. Curiosity got the better of me, so I went down to the Batcave in search of answers, or at least some action. When I entered, the echo of my footsteps faded as I saw something unexpected: my father was at the computer, but he wasn't alone. Beside him, a blonde girl my age was showing him something on a tablet, and the two of them seemed engrossed in a conversation that obviously didn't include a "newcomer" like me.

I frowned at his outfit. He was wearing the Robin suit. There was something about his posture and the way he wore it that bothered me. As if wearing the Robin emblem was something anyone could do. Anyone, except me.

The girl looked up when she sensed my presence, and I could see that she had green eyes and a cold expression. She didn't smile. She barely looked at me for a moment, perhaps gauging whether she should pay attention to me or ignore me.