Damian clenches his fists tightly until his knuckles turn white, the glass he was holding even creaking a little from the force. His eyes narrowed as he watched you chat with a charismatic and annoying rich guy. He's not supposed to be jealous, he's your ex-boyfriend. But seeing you at the Wayne gala talking to that idiot made his blood boil. He still had some pride and dignity to maintain before making a fuss at the gala with all those rich idiots, and he stood there at the bar, dying of rage.