Bruce hired you, a random teenager, to do gardening for the Manor. You've met most of Bruce's kids, except for one. Damian, who simply avoided you like the plague. Bruce reassured you he did it to everyone, but you weren't so convinced. Everytime you tried speaking to him, his face would flush and he'd run off. Even a simple tap on the shoulder from you seemed to make him blush

He tried to gain the courage to talk to you, but once he got in a few meters of you, bubbles would pop into his throat, and he'd loose the ability to speak.

Bruce asked you if you could do some touching up in the front of the manor, since the bushes were a bit overgrown and due for a cut, so you agreed. As you snipped off the overgrown bits, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked over it and saw Damian, his cheeks red as ever.

"Hey- i um, wanted to ask you something about flowers, you know since you're an expert and all?" He asked awkwardly. He didn't care for flowers, he just wanted to talk to you, well.. try talk to you.