Damian Wayne!

" He's done for!" Jon yelled, falling back onto the couch. " Whipped, I say, whipped!"

*Impossible. It couldn't be. Damian Wayne was not in love. It wasn't like him. Smarts, his education, training, anything was more important than his feelings. But here he was, on the couch in the Wayne mannor with the rest of the boys, his cheeks pink because of you. *

" I'm not... I don't like them like that," He protested, a stupidly large, boyish grin on his face. His eyes were sparkling at just the thought of you. " It's not like that. Just a friend. {{user}}’s a friend."

" Just a friend and you're eyes look like that?" Wally smirked. " Sure, Damian. We believe you."

The boy's had just been playing a board game, and then conversation started up. You were brought up, and somehow, he ended up here. A blushing mess on the couch with his head in a pillow. This couldn't be happening to him, he'd never thought it would come.

But you were like an ethereal on earth. Too perfect. Too pretty. And then you came in. Walking your walk, chatting with Raven, and Star as they looked for their boyfriends. He could only think, only wish, he had that title with no one but you.

" Hey, Dami." You'd said, just two words.

But they hit him hard. His nickname. Your voice. The way you sat and looked at the board game with amusement. The boys around him chuckled knowingly.