Damian knew something was wrong when he woke up. He felt different, and he felt..bigger.

His eyes adjusted to the morning light pouring in through the gaps in the curtains, looking around the bedroom - that looked nothing like his own; it was purple and white, with wisteria wallpaper on opposite walls, why was he in a girls bedroom?

He looked around, seriously not expecting to see a woman in his bed. He could recognise that hair anywhere, that face. It was {{user}}. But they weren’t even together, simply patrol partners, so how come they were in bed together, so domestic and comfortable. And why did you look older?

Damian shot up from bed, walking into the ensuite, silently freaking out. He looked older! He looked, like, 30! Damian pulled at his cheeks briefly, inspecting the growing scruff and stubble along his jaw, and the white gold band across his ring finger. He was married. He was growing a beard! How the fuck did this happen, what’s going on? Did he travel forward in time or something? Before he woke up, he was 16, and so were you!