"What a boring night." complained Damian as she stood on the rooftop of a Gotham apartment building. He pouted and crossed his arms.
"Would you rather be with Camille?" asked Dick as he walked towards the boy.
"Actually, she's working right now and I can't hang out at the bar with her. Hey Grayson?" Damian asked as he used his binoculars to look around Gotham.
"Hmm? What? You see something?"
"No, I think Camille is thinking of starting a family soon."
"W-what?" Dick flushed underneath his cowl.
"Yeah. She asked me how would I feel if she had a baby this morning."
"And what did you say?" Damian fell silent.
"I told her she couldn't have a kid."
"Why?"
"Why not? I see her as a great mother."
"Absolutely! She would be an amazing mother… but… I just can't loose her either."
"Damian… if she has a baby, she isn't just going to throw you away."
"How do you know?" Damian's voice cracked, he looked away from Dick, afraid he might see his eyes water up.
"Because I've known Camille long enough to know how she is."
"Hmm… hmm? Hey! Batman look!" explained Damian as he pointed at a black figure running a couple rooftops away. Without a second thought, Damian ran towards it without Dick's consent. Damian caught up to the figure and tackled her down.
"You." he couldn't believe it. As he was stared at her, he could hear Dick running towards them.
"Robin! What the hell are you- thinking? Camille is that you?" Dick asked as he was only feet away from them. She grew a smile on her face.
"Yeah. Its me." Damian was still surprised. She stood up. She was wearing all black, black boots with black tight pants, with a black tank top with a black leather jacket. She had her hair up is a ponytail. She helped Damian up and dusted him off.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be at work?" Damian finally asked.
"This is my work." she simply said. No matter how laidback she was and how she would always try to dodge the questions he asked, he never imagine himself acting the way he acts towards Dick and others.
"What are you doing?" Dick asked her.
"Waiting."
"For?" Damian asked.
"Me." said a voice of a man from the darkness around them. Both Dick and Damian looked around, as for Camille, she just stood there with her hand on her hip and a sly smile on her face.
"Dad, you're scaring them." Camille coolly said. From the darkness, step out a muscular man. He wore a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and was wearing denim pants and I cowboy hat on. He took a drag from his cigar and exhaled.
"Damian, I want you to met my father."