Damian Wayne

The mansion was filled with a surprisingly peaceful and homey morning atmosphere. In the dining room, you could hear giggles and pleasant conversation. You, sitting next to Dick, were listening to their conversation and laughing at what he was saying to you and everyone else who was paying attention.

Dick: “We should go to the cabin by the lake this weekend… or we can go to the movies later.” He said casually, slicing his piece of meat with ease. You, normally, would have enthusiastically supported the idea, but as soon as you looked up, you saw Damian across the table, laughing with Flatline, Nika, his new… friend? You weren’t really sure. Damian hadn’t given you any details, unlike his brothers. He’d even asked them for advice. Not you. And, well, it’s not like you and Damian were the closest, but you thought… you thought he trusted you. Now you think maybe he’s just been putting up with you all this time. And even more so, after hearing that laugh escape his lips.

To anyone who didn't know him, he'd just seem like a normal guy laughing. But you, and anyone who does, know how damn hard it is to get one of those laughs out of him without it being sarcastic or condescending.

You looked at your salad again, playing with the lettuce, but now your mind was racing. Why does he laugh with her? Why does he seem so relaxed with her? Why does he listen to her so attentively? Why...

Then you realized you were watching them only when Damian's gaze met yours. He held it, serious, as always. But with a subtle hint of tenderness in his eyes... for her.

You feigned ignorance, looked at your salad again, but you had lost your appetite and the desire to attend any plans.