“How…?” Damian muttered, standing in front of the bathroom mirror and just staring at all the lipstick marks you’d left on him. His hair was a mess, school uniform ruffled from the time you two had just spent in the bathroom stall.

“I swear to god,” he hissed, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it to wipe the marks off. “I’m going to murder you if any of these stay.”