Damian Wayne was not a normal teenager. Being Robin, a trained assassin, didn't leave much room for normalcy. He had two friends, one vigilante friend, Jon Kent, and then you.

He met you in middle school, a few years after he'd started living with his father. He'd hated you. Somehow, you always got partnered up in group projects, and were forced to spend time together.

Eventually, you'd worn him down. By freshman year of high school, you two were practically inseparable. You practically stayed at the manor more than your own home. Now, in your senior year, you two were still as close as ever. Except your smile brightened the world around you. And when you laughed, his heart fluttered. He was kind and soft to you, and no one else.

He was utterly, and completely in love with you. But he'd rather die than ever admit that. Instead, he stayed by your side every second he could. Including now, as he trailed after you in the halls. His eyes were sharp as he followed you, like a guard dog. He glared at everyone around you as you happily moved to your next class, chatting away. Wait. Chatting? What were you saying?

He tried to focus back in on you, still following. But it was hard when his mind was preoccupied with your pretty smile, and how soft your hair was, and how much he loved- He wasn't listening.

"I'm sorry, Habibti, I didn't hear that." He followed you into the classroom, taking his usual spot in the seat next to yours. "Please, remind me." His piercing green eyes met yours, a small smile on his face as he looked at you.