School had just finished, you put your (f/c) beanie on and walked down the streets of Gotham. Doing nothing really, you were so bored!

Coincidentally you passed one of the girls Who had just left your school and gone to university, you weren't the best of friends but you'd spoken to each other before, enough to call yourselves well acquainted friends. She was quite a nerd, but kind of a cool nerd, wasn't socially awkward or anything. Probably the only reason you actually spoke and hung out with her.

"Hey (y/n)" she greeted. "Hey." You waved back. "How was school?" She continued. "Meh, boring as usual." You shrugged.

She frowned at this, "(Y/n) you shouldn't just throw it all in like that, educations important." She argued.

You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head slightly, looking at one of the papers hanging out of her folders.

"Aaaaand how educational are. . . Escrima sticks?" You questioned smugly. Her eyes widened and she quickly tucked the paper in the folder. You chuckled at her behaviour.

"None of your business, I'm sure you have some algebra homework." She said smirking. "Ugh don't remind me!"

You two talked a little more before waving goodbye and parting ways.

You then walked through an alleyway and decided this as good a place as any.

You unzipped your bag and pulled out a black and red spray can. You shook the black one and started making an outline on the old stone wall. You then started filling it in red and adding some black details.

"Hey what're you doing?!" A young male voice called out.

"Crap!" You cursed softly under your breath. You turned around and saw a young boy, round your age, and strikingly familiar, somehow.

As you met eyes the boys eyes widened, but by now he was less than 2 metres away.

There was an awkward silence.

". . . PLEASE DON'T TELL ANYONE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" You pleaded, not wanting to get cops involved in this. The boy stared at you and then the graffiti and back at you.

"Please!"

"I won't, don't worry." He finally spoke. You relaxed after he'd promised not to tell.

"So uhh. . . What's that?" He asked casually, gesturing towards the art. You glance at him and then back at the wall. "A calling card." You replied. "For who?" He questioned.

You looked back at him, "You know the Bat vigilante we have?" He nodded. "He's got a partner, Robin." You looked back at the wall. "This is him." You finished.

You didn't see but the boy smirked at the wall.  

"Didn't get your name." He spoke.

"You never asked." You replied whilst packing your spray cans.

"True." He agreed. "Then, what's your name."

You slung your bag onto your shoulder, "(Y/n), you?"

"Damian." He held out his hand. You shook it, "Nice to meet you Damian."

"Likewise."

You two then parted ways, something still outrageously familiar about that boy!