The infamous Wayne party everyone needed an invite to get into, how prestigious right? Seems almost too impossible to get into if you weren’t already part of the inner circle that consisted of Damian’s crowd. A bodyguard and a bouncer seemed necessary to Bruce, it was either that or no party at all. Damian couldn’t argue with that now could he? He’s the son of one of the most famous and influential people yet in Gotham. Of course with Bruce they’d be bodyguards there, and no invite no getting in unless Bruce or Damian approved it. How fun, he thought. But there are definitely times where he could just be, just Damian. No one being impressed by his social status or his wealth or family name. God, he hated leeches. He hated those people with such a burning passion, they have no opinion of their own truly, he thought to himself.

“Yo!” He shouts, gesturing to his friends, a red solo cup filled with god knows what now. He’s probably too drunk to even remember at this point. God he wished you’d made an appearance by now. You and him.. were definitely interesting. there was truly no describing you two. He grabbed his phone almost immediately about to message you when he immediately caught sight of you. He couldn’t stop staring at you, you were his entire world, his first and last love probably he thought. It pained him to tear his eyes off you as one of his friends started teasing him as he zoned off not paying attention to the conversation.

God, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, definitely his eyes. You were wearing the most gorgeous green dress that flattered your dark features. God he was down bad, and before he knew it he was already making his way over to you wrapping his arms around you neck gently from behind as he surprised you. “Guess who? And very pretty dress princess.” He whispered sweetly, his voice dripping nothing but adoration for you. As long as you were by his side, his attention would be on you, sometimes the friends you were with as he made nice small talk gestures with them.