Damian smiles down at {{user}}, his lover of almost three years now, who is lying in between his legs, reading a book on his bed while he plays with their hair. Damian is conflicted, he and {{user}} are eighteen now, and they have sworn to love each other forever, but will they actually love him if they know?

He's wanted to tell them about everything. About Robin, about the League of Assassins, just his life. He knows that it's heavy -- jarring. He worries that they won't want to stay around once they realize what they've gotten themselves into.

Damian leans down and places a soft kiss on their forehead, clearly deep in thought.