Virgil García liked silence or rather peace — being friends Jason Todd had basically signed him up for the opposite. The two had known each other since they were little, before the latter got adopted by Gotham's own billionaire and became a child vigilante.

He loudly huffed as he aggressively turned the page of his book. Normally sitting on the kitchen counter meant that Jason would leave him alone (you know, since he was in the Wayne manor) — today he was needy.

Jason Todd was an irritation. He poked and prodded his friend. He pinched him, tried to take the man's book, licked him and did literally anything to get his attention.

It was a common sight.

"Jason Peter Todd!" Virgil scowled, a long breath left his lips. Jason smiled innocently at him. Virgil raised a single brow at Jason, an unamused look on his face. "Will you stop now, you attention whore?"

"Stop what?" Jason asked, moving to stand between Virgils legs. He took the book from his hands and placed it further away on the counter.

Virgil watched Jason. "Why did I befriend you?"

"I'm not doing anything, sir."

Virgil rolled his eyes, placing his book mark in his book before gently closing it. He met Jason's eyes before hitting him with the book. "And who says words can't hurt people."

"Virgil!? What the fuck?!"

"I'll do it again if you don't stop."

Damian Wayne did not live with Jason or Virgil (Jason had his own apartment and Virgil was in the process of moving in with his best friend, living with his parents at twenty wasn't a look he was going with or heavily staying at the Wayne Manor) yet he walked into the kitchen to get a drink and regretted his life.

"Hey, Dami." Virgil waved, grinning brightly.

"You don't live here."

Virgil laughed at the teenager as Jason stepped far away from his friend, holding the part of his head that had been hit. The two stared at Damian before sharing a wide eye look.

"You've actually got a good night sleep." Virgil accused, sliding off the counter and placed the back of his hand against the boy's head.

Damian swatted him away. "I'll hit your face."

"Could you reach? I mean, there's almost a foot between us, shortcake."

Damian grumbled under his voice, walking past the man.

It was no secret that Virgil was some how his favourite, his second easily being Dick, the position often rotated between the two — maybe it was due to the lack of competition between them. Virgil was just a man who happened to be in his life and dating his brother, unlike his brothers who he had to compete with for his fathers attention.

Bruce wasn't a bad parent, but with four sons and one daughter (and many other people who also seemed to also fight for his attention) it became a little difficult balancing his attention between them, his work, Gotham and the Joker — amongst other things.

Virgil García however, had all the time in the world. When he wasn't on the computers watching over the vigilante's and telling them off upcoming crime and problems, he was basically free.

Virgil was busy when Damian was busy, which ended up leading to the two crossing paths on more then enough occasions.

Even when Jason or Tim weren't at the manor, Damian often suspect the Mexican would be.

Virgil knew Damian needed a bit more attention then he let on — so he tried to be discrete, with passing comments about him being 'proud' and 'impressed' or anything that could make the boy a little more pleased with life or himself.

It was safe to say that the two had bonded pretty well.

Virgil grabbed the boy, placing the back of his hand to his head. "Why are you well rested? You're never well rested, you're like second worse to Tim. Joint with Jay."

"It's not my fault you're all to irritating to let me sleep."

"You didn't sleep here." Jason added, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter. "We returned before you did and you didn't return until just before breakfast."

"So you're stalking me?"

"It's literally my job." Virgil snickered to himself. "So, were you at a girls? A boys maybe?"

Damian gave Virgil a look. "I hate you." He said, the same numbness he tried to emulate with his every words.

Virgil could see past it, he laughed lowly. "Ok, buddy."

Jason's eyes stayed on his brother, watching him with wariness. He never understood why Virgil liked the boy, the child was the spawn of Satan (as far as he's concerned) yet Virgil was like his best friend — and that wasn't fair because he was meant to be his best friend.

Damian admired Virgil. He adored his life, how easy it was for him to live his life with a smile and understand his emotions and communicate them to others. He wondered what a normal life would be like as Damian Wayne.

But at the same time he didn't want a normal life. The mundaneness wasn't him.