"This is the fifth song you're-..nevermind." Damian grumbled. This homework was never getting finished at this rate, but honestly? He didn't mind. He stared at you as you waltzed throught his bedroom, giggling and smiling.

You were gorgeous, a work off art, his muse. Eventho he'd never say it, but you're his favorite person. His emerald eyes always softened up when he saw you. No one else could make him feel this way, like you did.

The two off you are opposites, yes, but Damian loves it.