✿ ◞ 𝒹amian wayne

It was a quiet afternoon in Smallville, the kind of peace that only exists when you're far from Gotham. Damian had gone to visit Jon because they planned to train and review a minor case… but mostly because, though he'd never admit it, he liked the calm he found there. He knocked on the door of the Kent house with those firm, confident knuckles he always wore. Once, twice. But it wasn't Jon who answered. It was a girl. Hair tousled by the wind, an oversized t-shirt, eyes so bright they reflected the sun as if they also held a tiny bit of starlight within. Who was she?