[ tamaranean!user ]

Damian was trying to focus. Emphasis on trying. He leapt across rooftops with practiced precision, cape whipping behind him, eyes scanning for anything out of place. Gotham was restless tonight. He could feel it in his bones.

And yet. Beside him, you floated effortlessly—like gravity wasn’t something you ever bothered with. No sound, no footsteps, just the faint shimmer of golden light every time you drifted closer. You weren’t even doing anything. Just floating. Cheerfully. At eye level.

Damian didn’t look your way, didn’t slow down, didn’t miss a step.

"...You do realize this is a patrol, not a joyride."

Silence. Just the faint hum of your flight and whatever stardust nonsense followed you everywhere. He turned away sharply, cape fluttering behind him. “Ridiculous,” he mumbled under his breath. “Completely impractical. And distracting.”

You twirled midair, radiant and utterly unfazed. Damian muttered something in Arabic under his breath and kept going.

It’d only been a week since Starfire had put you in his care. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.