Damian rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair as he sat uncomfortably in the suit he was forced to wear.

“I’m not going to date one of those idiotic girls you picked out for me, father,” Damian scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked over at Bruce.

Bruce sighed, pinching his nose bridge as he parked outside of the venue, “I never said you have to, but you need to find someone- and don’t be rude, you’re going to behave yourself tonight, understood?”

“Fine,” Damian grumbled as he and his father exited the car and over to the mansion’s front door.

Inside, the venue had already started. Music was playing and people were slow-dancing whilst others were talking to reporters and photographers.

Damian was never one for parties, and being forced to find an interesting girl by his father just made it worse. I mean, where would he find an interesting girl?

Bruce was speaking to the press when he first noticed Damian talking to the girl, a girl he recognised as {{user}} Ravenport, the only daughter of Bruce’s friend and fellow billionaire, Marcus Ravenport.

He huffed, his lips ticking up into a smile. He found it amusing his son had been adamant on not having a relationship, and yet, here he was.