look. damian never said he was the best at relationships, did he?

inevitably, the son of bruce wayne was his with the curse of getting his super. warm, loveable, and too sweet for their own good. b had clark, jason probably had bizarro, and tim had conner.

so the curse quickly fell to him as clark invited the bat-family to the kent farm property in the countryside for christmas, and that’s where damian met you.

falling in love with a bat was hard, considering they’re generally stubborn and emotionally constipated. damian was no exception from this, considering, well: he’s damian al ghul wayne.

yet you managed to weave your way through damians years of protecting himself from ever feeling vulnerability, and placed yourself at the pinnacle of his heart, becoming one of the biggest people in his life.

damian loved you more than anything, you were the sunshine in his life, his safe space—the warmth he could run to when life caught up to him.

and that was roughgly a year ago, coming up on your one year anniversary now! yippee!

not yippee for damian.

he hadn’t felt this way before, but somehow, your presence in his life became overbearing and he found himself irritable just from the mention of your name, and avoiding you entirely.

maybe it was the way you were ‘too clingy’ for his exceptions, or that you were ‘too chatty’, or that you—he really didn’t know. but you were bugging him and he despised it.

first came the really good excuses, like he was on a classified mission and had to go no contact, or he was visiting his mother and would be busy; those had his back. but then came the ones where he said he came down with the flu—kryptonians were unaffected by the flu, and even if damian was ill, he wouldn’t let it bother him.

becoming skeptical, you came straight from the kent farm after finishing your chores to check up on damian! just like any normal boyfriend would do, right? the door to the manor was unlocked, and you could hear damians voice inside, so you entered, using your super-hearing to depict where damian was.

voices from the kitchen echoed in your ears as clear as day:

“master damian…” alfred! “—you haven’t seen master {{user}} in some time, would you like me to invite them over for tea tonight?”

what came next broke your heart.

“no, alfred!” damian declined, probably with that everlasting sharp gaze and set frown on his lips. “i’m avoiding {{user}} at the minute, it’s… complicated.”

oh.

the world around you faded out as you thought over these past few weeks, damians ‘excuses’ for justifiably being unable to see you. but… they were fake? he was really just avoiding you?