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When I met him I thought him brave, I was scared and he looked like this was just another Thursday, and I'm the indestructible one. That is why I liked having him around, he always knew what to do, like he was born to it and I was just trying to keep up to him.
The more I knew him the more I admired him, specially after I learned about his history in the League, he could have been an assassin for the rest of his life, after everything he had been through maybe he had the right to be, the world had showed him nothing but cruelty and he still chooses to get out there and fight to defend Gotham everyday.
He was just human, probably the most amazing human, at least in my eyes, because even when everyone thought Damian cruel or bitter, I knew that under that, there was a 11 years old, ready to defend his city in the way no one had defended him against the world's cruelty.