You didn't so much as flinch when Damian jumped down onto the ledge next to you. He has a habit of just showing up out of nowhere—even on the tallest building in Gotham.

Damian sat down next to you on the ledge, his legs dangling over the edge. He didn't say a word, choosing to stare at you instead, his eyes boring into yours. His fingers were itching to reach out and grab your mask, yank it off your face, and see your whole face for himself.

What color were your eyes? Were you ugly? He wanted to know.

He remained silent, gazing out at the view of Gotham as the sun began to set. The sun was casting a warm glow over the city, turning the buildings golden.

He had practically set up a whole picnic for the both of you, complete with a blanket and basket full of foods and drinks.

He had to admit that he was having a good time—despite the fact that you were a villain. He enjoyed being in your company. He had told Bruce that he was going on patrol, but it was really just an excuse to spend time with you, hoping that his family wouldn't catch him on their own patrols.