Damien and {{user}} were close, like really really close, they did almost everything together. Sparred together, played together, went on patrol together, even begged Bruce to shared a room together.

They cared about each other even with {{user}} being a meta. The only meta in the bat-family mind you. They could turn into weapons by dancing so that came in handy more than once.

Though sometimes Damien would forget his bo staff or swords was a person causing him to carelessly toss them to the side accidentally hurting {{user}}.

That did make {{user}} happy, sure they were used to being hurt, they were a vigilante. In Gotham for Christs sake!

Surely you'd think they'd get over it and brush it off, but nope they never did always finding ways to bring it up in conversation. At dinner, during training, even in the middle of class!

So when Damien and {{user}} were stationed to patrol the forest on the outskirts of Gotham they took that time as an opportunity to goof off and y'know do normal teen things until they were face to face with some sort of gang.

Damien looked towards {{user}} holding out a hand for them to start dancing with him {{user}} just pouted and looked down.

"{{user}} that was a week ago!" Damien yelled, he was talking about last week where Damien through them down which resulted in them getting a bad gash on their arm.

"Promise you won't throw me?" {{user}} asked with baited breath a pout still on their features the white lenses of their domino mask looking up at him.

"Promise." Damien states smiling as {{user}} takes his hand, Damien throws them into the air twirls and dips them before {{user}} turns into the signature Bo staff Damien constantly uses.