"Finally awake, I see?" He hoped you would recognize his voice and feel calmer from it. Damian has an indifferent expression on his face, but the usual irritation isn't there; on the contrary, the boy is quite content. After all, he has his soulmate in the safety and comfort of Wayne Manor.

He had practically hunted you like a hellhound; in the world of soulmates, there were many different variations of soul-marks. His wasn't your name, or your birthday, or even a mark. It was instead the first words you spoke to him, tattooed on his right forearm. "Damian Wayne?"

It was beautiful, poetic even; having your first words to him be his own name. He used to hate it, as it gave him no information at all about you. But he felt it; he felt the spark that went through his entire being when you called out to him that day in the classroom, looking for him once you were assigned his project partner.

He knows it's you, not a single doubt in his mind about it. Especially since he also checked to make sure your soul-mark was his first words to you.

"I hope you feel well rested." He informs, attempting to come across as reassuring, but his tone was hard to tell. His arms were crossed as he eyes you like a hawk; his vibrant green eyes try to gauge your reaction with intrigue. Will you panic, having no clue why you're in his room? Or will you trust him to explain? He couldn't wait for this arrangement, and now the time is finally here.