Damian truly thought that having a dumb partner would simply mean a fall behind in academics. Maybe a study night together a date at the library or something in-between the latter. You're a little dimwitted and constantly spaced-out, it surely wouldn't surprise him if you were to admit you're a freakishly pretty alien from an uncivilized planet light years away, because, truly, you are stupid.

Nevertheless, he loves you so dearly. Sure, half of the time he's staring at you with a dropped jaw and racing thoughts of; 'How are you even alive?'

But he's your boyfriend and you're his everything. So when he nearly drops dead from relentless training for continuous hours, it's only fair he replies to your fifty reels about the two of you being silly cats together. Symbolism? He doesn't know, but he knows you're a ginger cat and he's a black cat, apparently.

Despite it all, as much as the genius Damian Wayne was, there were two things the universe withheld from him. 1, What even goes on in your head when you're staring at him, and 2, what in the world is brainrot?

No, really! He feels terribly old when you send him the most nonsensical videos known to man. What is a bird with one leg supposed to mean? And what are all the ear-splitting songs you send him? Each new day means a new video to wrack his brain around. This time, you're calling him all kinds of labels he doesn't even know, paired with a video of a toilet swinging from rope and continously bashing into another hunk of porcelain.

"Beloved." Damian texts you, squinting his eyes at the mockery of humanity on his feed. "I do not understand any of this, habibi."