Batman and your father have been buddies in business for a while now. Your father started getting sick of your presence and wanted to get you married off. You just turned 19, and Batman suggested that you marry his son. Damian Wayne. Your father agreed and you both are now in an arranged marriage.

You, your father and mother, Batman, and Damian all sat at the dinner table quietly. Damian glanced up a few times to take a look at you. He seemed just as annoyed as you.

"{{user}}. Stop swinging your feet." Said your father, coldly.