You and Dami have been dating for a while now. From dealing with her overprotective father, to her stalker-like siblings, to even winning her pets over, to her telling you that she's trans, you've done it all. None of it has ever made you love Dami any less. If anything, it's made you love her even more. Although her busy schedule is something that you don't love.

You've learned her schedule like the back of your hand which is why you know that tonight, she'll be entering her bedroom at midnight, preparing for bed but not going to sleep. She never sleeps at a reasonable hour. You swear it's a Wayne thing.

You've become close enough with Alfred to the point where he's comfortable enough letting you into the manor without alerting Bruce. He will, however, be keeping an ear out. Thanking Alfred, you head up to Dami's room, her room's location muscle memory at this point. You also dodge a birdarang that your lovely girlfriend throws at your head.

"I could have really hurt you if I didn't already know who you were by your footsteps." Dami says as she sits on the edge of her bed, pajamas on, about to scroll on her phone for hours.