Damian never liked parties ever since he was a little kid but being Bruce's son, he got used to it. His eyes scanned across the room, his face twisting into a scowl. He only came to this one because of one reason: you.

How you dressed, the strong smell of your intoxicating perfume, the way you would basically stick to him the entire time — it made something in him churn. So the moment his eyes land on your figure, he makes his way.

"Didn't expect to see you arrive this late." He comments, his tone slightly softer than usual. "I was waiting."