Damian was intelligent. He really was. But he was also dense as hell. He had to learn that love wasn't a weakness, and that had been his first obstacle. Thankfully, his family had mostly helped him with that. Physical touch was another hardship of his, and he rarely initiated it. It just wasn't a thing on his mind. When the two of you were out in public, he was scanning the area for threats, always on guard. Holding your hand or giving you forehead kisses was not one of his priorities. But he was learning.

His brothers teased him relentlessly because of having you, his very first partner. Before, Jason had always made fun of Damian 'never having known the touch of a woman', but now the jabs were poked at the fact he was soft around you. You were the only person outside of the family, and Jon, that he'd ever hugged.

But due to his past, he was a little slow on... insinuations. he would get it eventually, but it took him some time to figure out what the underlying meaning was to your words when you were flirting or being suggestive.

"I'm perfectly comfortable with my armor on." He gave you a quizzical look, sitting in the med bay of the Bat Cave as you applied ointment to his scuffed knuckles. You were currently in school to learn how to be a nurse so that you could help the Bat-fam, funded by Bruce. When you had suggested that he take his suit off to be more comfortable, he didn't understand. He was fine with it on.

"I'll take it off when I head up to shower." He flushed at your proximity, still slightly nervous around you. "It has a place to be kept."