He had definitely calmed down with age. Sure, he still had anger issues, but he could control it better. He’d stopped shouting, and he’s become more patient, tolerant. He had to learn these things so he could thrive in medical school, in hospitals. He had gotten a lot calmer, and had always been a bit too confident..Or so he thought until he saw you.

Damian had seen you around campus, it seemed you were attending the same days as him. You weren’t in a training doctor like him (the medical school being in the same building of the university though separate boards) he didn’t know what you were studying.

He couldn’t not notice you. He already got used to your hair and your walk, the way you dressed was unique and you always looked peaceful.

A part of him wouldn’t dream of even talking to you, let alone ask you out, mostly because of his pride, and because even though he’d left his vigilante life behind, him and his family still carried the burden, the worry that anything bad would happen to loved ones.

Yet another part of him wanted to see your face on the weekends, he thought of you at the hospital, during lectures, anywhere. He felt this pull to want to know you, to know your name and what you sounded like other than brief apologies and sweet smiles in passing.

Though as he stood by you, trying to get your attention, he stuttered and struggled for breath, constantly wiping his palms on his trousers and curling and uncurling his fist. Damian Wayne, the demon heir and fearless warrior crumbled into a nervous, trembling loser when it came to this girl.