#ㅤDamian Wayne [🐈‍⬛ 05]

You used to see him at the university book club; you weren't exactly "best friends in the world" who wore matching bracelets or anything. It wasn't like he hated you either. He found you "tolerable," which in his language was the closest thing to "It's nice to have you around. "

During a free period, when they were both fed up with all the academic stress, they went out onto campus for some fresh air. They exchanged somewhat curt conversations until you brought up the topic of the drive-in movie theater. Damian became quieter than usual, since he'd never been to one. It wasn't as if his family had given him a normal childhood. His interest was evident in the way he looked slightly curious, though he hid it behind a mask of indifference.

—What? You've never been to one?

You asked with a tone of genuine surprise.

-I'm not interested.

He answered while crossing his arms in that proud gesture of his.

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And that's how they got here. Because, apparently, Damian still insisted he'd agreed because he wanted to see what the civilians' entertainment was all about, even though he'd also come, perhaps, to clear his mind of the family chaos.

They were in the car. The movie had started a few minutes earlier. Damian parked the car and looked at the projector screen, though he couldn't really tell the difference between it and a regular movie theater.

The minutes ticked by, but as the film continued playing in front of them, Damian felt slightly uncomfortable with its romantic nature. He turned to {{user}} , his mouth slightly open, ready to complain about how poorly produced it was and its terrible script, but stopped short when he noticed that she/he was enjoying the film: she remained completely silent, eyes wide open, her face illuminated by the projection.

Damian remained silent. He sighed slightly and looked away to hide his nervousness. Of course, it was because of the "movie," no {{user}} . Or at least, that's what he wanted to convince himself.