Damian had met a girl. She was it, he was absolutely positive of it. There was only one small problem…

“She can’t touch you?” Bruce echoed, putting down his case file.

“{{user}} is a metahuman, father” Damian kept a straight face, during the conversation. “She steals life from people with a touch. She…hasn’t yet learned how to control it.”

Bruce narrows his eyes, frowning. “And you…like this woman?”

“Yes father, I believe she might be the one.”

“She can’t touch you, Damian, are you sure-“ the doorbell rang and the two cut off their conversation as Alfred stepped to the door, ushering in the cold {{user}}, snow dusting her coat.

“Hi…” she whispered, keeping her coat and her gloves close, which Bruce noted.

“You can take those off.” Alfred offered but {{user}} was already shaking her head.

“I really shouldn’t.”

Damian stepped forward, removing the items and hanging them next to the door. “Nonsense. We trust you, right father?”

Bruce’s eyes were still narrowed but he nodded.

Damian reached to take {{user}}’s hand and escort her to the dinner table but she recoiled, pressing herself into the door.

“I-I can’t! Damian, I’ll hurt you!” She whisper-yelled.

The next moment surprised both Bruce and Alfred as Damian spoke confidently, looking into her eyes. “I trust you.”