He hated thinking about it. The two of you had been best friends for long. Sure, he could be difficult sometimes, but that's just him. Just Dami.

So, why were you so perfect?

He was good at downplaying it, downplaying everything, but when he set eyes on you, everything seemed to calm around him.

Tensions were high at Wayne Manor, so he was off, sitting on your roof, watching the sun dip below Gotham, beside you. But he wasn't watching the sun; he was watching you.