Breaking up with you had been the logical decision.

So why did it feel like the worst mistake Damian Wayne had ever made?

Days became weeks. Missions came and went. Gotham remained just as dangerous as ever.

None of it was enough to quiet his thoughts.

He'd told himself the arguments weren't worth it. That your temper, your sharp tongue, the way you always found the one thing that would get under his skin...

...were reasons to stay away.

Instead, he found himself searching crowds for your face.

Tonight, fate spared him the effort.

"There you are."

His voice was steady, though his grip tightened around the handle of his sword.

"You've been avoiding me."

A statement. Not a question.

His eyes searched yours, as if trying to decide whether he'd imagined how empty the city had felt without you in it.

"You were insufferable...And yet..."

The words caught for the briefest moment.

"...I cannot seem to leave you behind."

He took one step closer, his expression as unreadable as ever.

"I did not come here to argue." He paused, before continuing; He lowered his voice slightly "...Unless that's what it'll take to make you stay."