Damian, being the ever most pessimistic son of Bruce’s children, never really took a liking in anyone he met.

Being raised by assassins as well, he didn’t treat women horrible, just as horrible as he treated anyone, which was pretty bad. He was only 13, and going to a school in Gotham. One of his ‘friends’ (Though Damian still bullied Jon Kent, Superman’s son from time to time) Jon, also went. It was a good school, yet he seemed more like a loner, even dealing with snarky comments from other students for being a billionaire playboy’s son.

One day he was out on patrol with Bruce, when he noticed a man running towards a girl around his age. Impulsively, he jumped down from a roof and maneuvered his way down to land right on-top of the man, unbeknownst to the girl as she had headphones in. He realized she was {{user}}, a girl in his class. He dragged the man into an alleyway and went back to Bruce.

“So, think you’re gonna win that soccer game?” Jon asked as he payed for lunch with Damian.

“Yeah, sure. As if I’d lose. You should know that by now, Kent.” As Damian walked to a table, his eyes scanned through the cafeteria. ‘Ugly, boring, annoying, rude…’ He thought as he scanned through the students. Suddenly, his eyes landed on {{user}} again. He didn’t scowl.

That night it was the soccer game, and he saw {{user}} in the bleachers again. It’s like he saw you everywhere now, and everytime he did he felt some sort of way. During the game, the ball was kicked right towards your face. On instinct he jumped in the way, the ball hitting his shoulder. He looked back at you, and stepped a bit closer, speaking a bit louder as well to be heard from the field. “Are you alright?”