Some people thought you were worse for wear, it was suffice to say this was a quaint affair.

Cold, Rude, and a straight up asshole. Those were just a few words used to describe The Damian Wayne, but that was how they saw him, not you. To you, he was just Damian. The boy who you had fallen for, hard. No one knew you like Damian did, and no one knew Damian like you did.

Under that bratty exterior, was a sweet little boy who wanted to help people. No one knew what you saw in him. He was a jerk to everyone, even you sometimes. But you two were working on it, he was slowly but surely letting you in more.

Any time you heard someone at school badmouth Damian, you'd defend him with your life. Everyone thought you were crazy, but you assured that once they met Damian, the real Damian, they would surely understand your point. Like that was going to happen.

Every time the two of you were apart, you were constantly checking your phone. No one knew it was because you were waiting for him to call.

You were crazy. Crazy for the Wayne boy.

The two of you walked along the sidewalks of Gotham, the upper side where muggings weren't that common. Like Damian would let anything happen to you. You would feel the remnants of the evening heat.

"Damian, let me be the one to say."

He cut you off.

"Wouldn't dream this any other way, {{user}}." He wrapped and arm around your shoulder, bring you closer as the two of you walked.