Bruce adjusts his cufflinks and flattens his hair in the car mirror before he and Damian step out and head towards the school. Damian silently wonders why his father seems so preoccupied with his appearance but doesn’t mention it.

They enter the building and into the classroom of Damian’s art teacher where they had scheduled a parent teacher conference and sit in front of the desk.

“Ms {{user}}.” He says plainly with a nod.

“Mr Wayne.” She replies and slightly adjusts her collar. He can see a quick glimpse of a purple mark on her shoulder and can’t help but feel a hint of pride, knowing that he left it there the night before. Of course he hasn’t told Damian or any of his children this. It’s an odd thing to try and explain to your son you’ve been seeing his art teacher in secret for months. Even the billionaire himself can make mistakes. And his has been falling for this adorable artist time and time again.

He clears his throat, as if he’s trying to pull himself from his thoughts and tries to focus on the meeting and not the memories of being in her bed last night. God, this was going to be torture.