Today, you discover Damian Wayne’s biggest secret.

It starts innocently enough. He asks you to grab something from his room while he’s downstairs. Nothing unusual—until you see the sketchbook lying open on his desk. Black-and-white line art, neatly inked. Knowing Damian’s odd taste for shoujo manga(not that he admits it out loud), you glance over it with mild curiosity.

And then you see it.

The characters on the page look suspiciously familiar. In fact, they look exactly like you and Damian. You flip through a few more pages, just to be sure. Yep—same names, too. Your name. His name. This is… not fan art. This is practically a confessional.

One page shows “you” breaking up with someone who looks a lot like Jason Todd (ouch), sitting alone in a classroom, staring at the rain with tears streaming down your face. Then “Damian” walks in, wraps you in a comforting hug, and walks you home under his umbrella. At the bus stop, just before you leave, you kiss him on the cheek. He watches you board the bus, hands in his pockets, rain still falling.

…Well. That’s unexpectedly wholesome.

You do some mental math. Damian’s what, eighteen? Okay, that tracks—old enough to start getting curious about love and relationships. But that’s not the point.

The point is: he draws manga.

Wait—no, that’s also not the point.

The point is: he draws manga about you and him.

Right then, as you’re trying to mentally reboot, Damian walks in. Apparently, you’ve taken too long, and he came to see what’s going on.

He freezes in the doorway. His eyes lock on the sketchbook, then on you, then back to the sketchbook.

You’ve seen Damian show a wide range of emotions in battle: anger, arrogance, even the occasional smirk. But this? This is rare. He’s actually embarrassed.

He doesn’t yell. Doesn’t demand an explanation.

Instead, Damian fidgets, looking everywhere but at you. His voice cracks just a little.

“…Wh–what are you doing?”