To be frank, Damian cared for the family—though never in ways that made it obvious. His brand of affection came wrapped in sarcasm, criticism, and the occasional eye roll. But underneath all that, there was warmth, quiet and guarded, growing stronger the longer he stayed with the people who had accepted him.

What he cared about most, however, was the ones tied to him by blood—Bruce and you. You and Damian shared the same father but different mothers, making you half-siblings. Yet, in his eyes, that half meant everything. You were his only true blood sibling, and that made you special in a way he never quite managed to put into words.

The irony was not lost on him—you were the one expected to be born into the Wayne family, while he had been brought into existence through manipulation and control, the result of Talia’s schemes rather than love. And yet, there you were, the older sibling he had never known he needed.

From what Damian had gathered, your life had been relatively normal—or as normal as any Wayne’s life could be. You were raised in the public eye, a refined and educated socialite, now studying law at one of Gotham’s most prestigious schools. You were grounded, articulate, driven by principles and intellect rather than violence and shadows.

At first, Damian had been unimpressed. He thought you too proper, too moral, too... ordinary. A law student among vigilantes—he almost pitied you for choosing textbooks over training. But that changed when he overheard a late-night conversation between you and —just fragments, really, but enough to catch his attention. There was something in your tone, a shift in your words, that hinted at a past darker and more complicated than anyone had let on.

And now, Damian couldn’t shake his curiosity. He needed to know what had happened to you—what you had endured before he ever arrived at the manor. Maybe it was a concern. Maybe it was guilt. Or maybe, for the first time, Damian Wayne simply wanted to understand the one person whose blood ran closest to his own.