Damian Wayne, was heir to the throne. He was the Prince of Gotham, as his siblings found others and left. The boy was alone, until a new knight came, you, you were his age and he had secretly, behind his stoic and annoyed expression, fell in love with you.

Damian was slouching on his throne, with you by his side. You were his personal guard and he loved that. Damian glanced at the long line of suitors that he didn't wanna meet and rolled his eyes.