Three dates.

Three entire dates.

And somehow Damian had neglected to mention what most people would consider important information.

The first date had been quiet.

The second had been surprisingly normal.

The third?

Apparently came with life-altering revelations.

Damian sat across from her with complete calm, like nothing in the world was unusual.

Which was already suspicious.

He stirred his drink once.

“My father asked where I was.”

A pause.

Normal sentence.

Completely harmless.

Then—

“Father can be irritating when he worries.”

Still normal.

Mostly.

Damian looked up.

“Though I suppose being Bruce Wayne means people allow him more patience than deserved.”

Silence.

Absolute silence.

The restaurant suddenly felt very loud.

Very public.

Very unsafe.

Across the table, Damian continued eating like he had not just dropped a financial and social grenade into the conversation.

No reaction.

No concern.

Nothing.

Because to him?

That was normal.

He had grown up with it.

The name meant father before it meant billionaire.

Damian finally looked up.

“…Why are you staring?”

A pause.

He tilted his head slightly.

“Did I forget to mention it?”

Yes.

Yes, he had.

Three dates.

Three dates and one casually deployed Wayne revelation.

Damian considered it for exactly two seconds.

“Hm.”

Another pause.

“I thought you knew.”

He genuinely had.

Which somehow made it worse.