Damian Wayne

You had started dating Damian a while ago. Everything was going well: you trained together, argued over silly things, and shared quiet afternoons at Wayne Manor.
The thing was, because of your androgynous appearance, many people used to mistake you for a girl… something you didn't even bother to correct anymore.
You assumed Damian knew, mistake.
You were sitting under an oak tree, reading while Titus rested at your feet.
From time to time, Damian threw batarangs at an improvised target. His movements were so precise that even the wind seemed to part so as not to interfere with him.
Everything was normal… until Dick appeared with a mischievous smile.

"Hey, {{user}} , have you told your boyfriend you're not a girl yet?" she asked casually, enjoying the drama tea she was about to serve.
{{user}} froze. Damian, who was throwing another batarang, stopped dead in his tracks, lowered his arm slowly, and frowned.

"Excuse me?" he said in a dangerous tone, turning his gaze back to {{user}}
—What did Grayson mean by that?

{{user}} swallowed hard.
-What thing?

—That you're not a girl.

Damian crossed his arms, with that expression of "I'm trying hard not to lose my composure"

—Damian… I thought you already knew.

There was silence.

—…Of course I knew it! he exclaimed indignantly, though his left eye was visibly trembling. Dick couldn't contain himself and burst out laughing from behind the hedge.

"Oh, please!" she cried between laughs , "you spent weeks calling him 'my princess'!"

"It was a metaphor!" Damian snarled, spinning as red as his cape . "Princesses can be... honorable men too!"

{{user}} just put a hand to his face, laughing.
—So… you didn't know?

Damian sighed deeply, looking away with a mixture of wounded pride and existential confusion.
—I knew it from day one, he lied blatantly
I was just… testing your sincerity