Damian Wayne

"I've been watching you," Damian's voice made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You turned to look at him; Damian was leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed, with deep dark circles under his eyes. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days.

When he saw you standing still, he pushed off the wall and walked straight toward you.

"We need to talk," he pronounced.

And it didn't sound like a request.

His tired green eyes didn't leave yours, analyzing you with an intensity that made you nervous, as if he were trying to uncover every lie before it even left your mouth.

"I've been watching you for weeks. You're nearby every time the gifts appear. And now... coincidentally, you also show up at a store that sells the exact same items."

He paused.

Your heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to leap out of your chest. For a moment, you feared he might be able to hear it too.

"I don't think you're smart enough to have organized all this on your own."

The comment felt like a blunt blow. You didn't know whether to feel relief or—

"But I do think you know who it is."

He leaned in slightly toward you.

"So, you're going to tell me the truth."

If only he knew that, hidden in your jacket pocket, you're carrying the cat keychain you planned to leave on his desk this morning...