Stress. That's what had gotten me out of the apartment. If I looked at that computer one more time I think I would have thrown it. I took up online college classes and I have been studying non-stop. After lots of convincing, Dick and I were in full costume and leaping from rooftop to rooftop. A commotion on East Front street caught our attention and we grappled in that direction. A small boy with wild black hair was chasing down a bigger man. By the looks of it, the small boy knew what he was doing. Dick motioned for me to stay where I was and leapt down stopping the boy from delivering the final blow. After a struggle, Dick had managed to get the boy tied up. I let out a noise of protest. The boy should at least be hung upright. I leapt down and landed in a crouched position and studied the boy. He didn't look any older than 11. He growled at me and I laughed.

"Dick, at least take the gag out of his mouth. He's a child." I chided.

With the gag out of his mouth, he scowled at me.

"So kiddo," I started, "What brings you to Gotham with fancy swords and a venomous attitude?"

"My Father."

"Yeah, and who's your father?" Dick spat as he wrapped tape around his sword inflicted injuries.

"Wouldn't you like to know." The boys glared at each other.

"Listen, I'm hungry, stressed, and I really want to kick you in the mouth, but I'm trying to be a good little birdie and you're making this difficult." My voice was full of false joy.

"Who are you anyway?" He scanned me over.

"If I tell you will you tell me your name at least?"

"You have a deal."

"I'm Finch and this," I motioned to Nightwing, " Is Nightwing." The boy smirked.

" Damian."

"Do you have a last name?"

"Wayne."
My breath caught in my throat. Dick stopped wrapping his injuries and walked nonchalantly up to the boy.

"You think you're funny kid? You tryin' to pull some kinda jo-"

"I Don't joke. If you don't believe me give old B-man a call."
Dick pulled his phone from his belt and called Bruce.

"... I have a kid here. He says he's your son."

And that is how I met Damian Wayne. I never met his mom but I sure had heard things about her. After a little push, we eventually got along really well. Alfred worked with him and so did I. He was broken. It didn't take a detective to solve that case. He loved where he was and how he was raised and to be thrown into the real world and told that everything you did was bad or wrong... I knew how he felt. Our differences showed strong but similarities were there too. Dick and I were stripped from the circus and thrown into Orphanages and Juvenile Detention Centers along with my foster homes. We were bullied for our accents and we had lost everything. Damian lost his grandfather and was taken from the league and thrown into the hands of a man he had never met. He didn't feel obligated to respect Bruce. He wasn't taught those sort of things. The boy was a living weapon. I took it as my responsibility to show him what love and acceptance was. I praised him. I asked him to tell me stories of the league and I shared mine from the circus. I didn't yell at him for his swords. I actually admired the amount of skill the boy had. He learned quickly but he was stubborn. Eventually, he warmed up to Dick. We would take him to see movies and out for milkshakes no matter how much he complained. We knew it was just a cover of his. I caught his smiles when he thought we weren't looking. He and Alfred had a connection similar to the one Adult Jason has with Alfred. Still to this day Tim and Damian don't get along. I don't know what It is. Maybe someday I'll ask but right now I think I'll preserve what peace I have made. 

 Are there any moments or memories that you guys would like to see? I would like to point out that not all of these will be put on order. Comment any Ideas that you guys have below. :) ~Nicole