Damian Wayne

Halloween, that celebration that Damian considered absurd and pointless, but in which he now found himself involved thanks to the fact that he was dragged to that totally boring party. The music boomed in the place, people danced in ways... strange, and it stank of alcohol, cigarettes, and surely there were other types of substances around there. The thing is, Damian only went to that party organized by Tim, because you said you would go too, so he thought that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be so boring. Of course, he's not going to admit it out loud. You weren't there yet, though. What were you taking so long? Damian sighed for the fifth time when a girl walked away from him, finally giving up because she didn't get what she wanted with him. And the thing is, Damian is a handsome guy, plus, he's a fucking Wayne, who wouldn't want to be with him? But the brunette wasn't interested in them and always rudely rejected them. Damian was leaning on the bar, taking sips from his glass every so often, just looking around with "his ass face" (as you call it). He was about to just sneak out and leave, but just at that moment he saw you arrive. Finally..