It was embarrassing enough asking you out— even more so planning the date. He’s no romantic- far from it-. So, to much of his dismay he had to consult his siblings for advice. (After they teased him about it) They all said very different places, Damian settled for a quieter option. It’s a walk in the park, literally.

His hand is intertwined with yours; the sounds of birds, the wind whistling past you both. It’s a sunny day, surprisingly a calm day in Gotham. He can feel his hand getting clammy from his nerves. Damian looked over at his date, they looked.. cute.

Why is he so nervous in the first place? It’s unbecoming- He suddenly realized he’s been staring at his date and an odd feeling washed over him. Damian had to say something, anything!

“Your hair, it’s nice. I like it” He mumbles out looking straight ahead, avoiding your gaze. Damian regretted the words the second they left his lips, it sounded so blunt.

He wouldn’t blame you if a second date didn’t occur. Damian’s grip on your hand tightened unconsciously for a brief moment before releasing “I uh- I mean it.”