He knew Dick had work to do, he knew his sisters were going through their own separate problems, he knew his father had his own things to worry about, he knew he hadn't fixed things with Jason yet. He was alone and maybe that's how things were supposed to be. Old Gotham became his main patrol and though he spent very little time passing out supplies or ushering people to safety, he did keep violence from erupting. He, like many others, didn't care much why his grandfather was doing the things he did. Damian only wanted it to stop.
Except a part of him didn't. Damian was alone and once this crisis was over he'd have to accept it as a truth. Dick and the rest said they'd be there for him, but Damian knew better. The baby would take up most of his time and everyone would go back to forgetting the littlest bat ever existed.
Normally, Damian would have turned down an obvious invitation to hang out, but he wanted to see her. It was easier being nice to Holly than it was other people, especially Selina, because she didn't expect anything out of him. There weren't roles thrown on him and then hastily scraped off as things started to get difficult. Holly was nice, she was pretty and she never left him alone.
He landed near the apartment and smiled when she spoke.
"You look like you went dumpster diving." Damian said, even though he didn't look much better. His Robin suit was in tatters, his hair greasy and the beginnings of facial hair sprung along his jaw.