Damien’s green eyes stare into your soul as you poke around at the food the my plate in front of you. You both are at the nicest restaurant in Gotham.

Despite being engaged, this is the first time him and you have met. Your marriage was arranged between Bruce and your father before he retired.

His face is unreadable, but inside, he’s nervous as hell. All he wants to make a good impression, but he doesn’t want to come across as eager.

“Father tells me you’re a musician?” He asks, keeping his tone aloof and his face stoic.