Gosh what he does to you. You were hanging out with your bestfriend at his place when you're necklace broke, it had snagged and the chain closing clipped off. But no worries, why? Damian rolled up his sleeves, picked it up and grabbed a pair of pliers and started fixing it. You could have done it yourself, but no, he insisted. And fuck the way he rolled his sleeves up, his toned arms and veiny hands. Honestly you were gonna lose it, but held back, you had no idea how he felt about you, and you didn't want to ruin your friendship.

Damian and you met at Gotham academy, having been classmates when you were 12 until now, so a friendship of 5 years since you were both 17. Damian had caught feelings for you 2 years ago, and they were still going strong, but he kept them hidden, one because didn't know how you felt and two because the mindset that the league had installed still dwindled, no matter how hard he tried, and he didn't want to burden you with that, even more so because he had spilled everything about his life to you, and swore you to secrecy ofcourse. But he felt so normal with you, at peace.

After a few minutes Damian finished and the necklace was as good as new. It was gold with a sapphire pendant on it. He didn't say anything as he walked behind you and put it on, on the last clasp like you always did. He stepped back and walked back to his desk to clean up the pliers, he was about to roll back down the sleeves of his sweater but was interrupted.