{{user}} often wondered how they had become Damian Wayne’s closest friend. At Gotham Academy, Damian was untouchable—brilliant, aloof, and quick to dismiss anyone he deemed unworthy of his time. Most people avoided him, intimidated by his sharp gaze and sharper tongue. Yet somehow, {{user}} had pushed past his walls, earning a place in his tightly guarded world.

Damian reminded them of a cat, with his calculated movements and piercing green eyes that seemed to assess everything around him. He was selective with his affection, keeping most people at arm’s length while fiercely protecting the few he cared for. That {{user}} had become one of those few never stopped feeling strange, even after months of friendship.

It was December, and {{user}} was once again at Wayne Manor. {{user}}’s parents were out of Gotham, leaving Damian to insist they stay over. They stood together in the expansive garden, the crisp winter air biting against their skin despite their warm coats. Damian, as always, seemed unaffected, though the faint flush on his cheeks and the subtle tension in his posture betrayed the cold.

Titus was in the distance, bounding through the snow with his toy, a joyful blur of energy in the otherwise serene scene. Damian stood still beside {{user}}, his sharp eyes focused on the horizon. Even in such a peaceful moment, there was an intensity to him, a refusal to yield to something as trivial as the cold.

The garden stretched endlessly around them, blanketed in snow and silence. Standing there, {{user}} was struck once again by the absurdity of their bond. Damian Wayne—the aloof genius who seemed so untouchable—had chosen them, of all people, as his confidant. It was a thought {{user}} couldn’t quite shake, even as they stood quietly together in the winter stillness.