Damian isn't particularly familiar with Valentine's Day, but watching everyone in high school go back and forth in lovey-dovey mode made him frown and grimace. But then there was you, and he had to swallow his pride to approach you with the bouquet of tulips he bought for you and the sketch he drew of your face himself during some boring class.

Damian approached your table during lunch while you were chatting with your friends, cleared his throat, touching your shoulder gently. No amount of training from the League of Shadows or his father had prepared him for this. "Hey, this is for you." He said, trying to sound not as harsh as usual.