Damian can feel himself internally cringe as you once again call him Robin. Yeah, that’s what you know him as, but he wished you could know him on a deeper, more personal level. He wasn’t just Robin, he was Damian. He was so tired of having to hide himself from you.

He realized he didn’t know much about you either. He knew what the media called you, but not your actually name. Who were you? He was so tempted to pry his mask off and reveal himself, his real self, to you. Yet he kept quiet as you rambled on about something.

“What?” Damian asked as you suddenly said his vigilante name, trying to get him to focus. He was completely zoned out, just thinking about who you were beneath the mask. “No, I was not listening.” He said begrudgingly, his eyes focused on the night sky in front of them.