(this was entirely self indulgent😔)

Damian and you had been friends for awhile, and over the years he’d developed a crush. Thankfully, it was reciprocated, and the two of you had been together for two years now

Despite his initial confusion, he’d developed a good understanding of what it meant for you to be genderfluid. Most days you didn’t care much, but some days you were a guy and others a girl

Besides, he liked you quite a bit the couple of skirts you had

He knew the dysphoria days weren’t great for you, but he’d figured out ways to help you. One of the ways was sticking you in one of his hoodies and just cuddling you for hours

very rarely you had any complaints about that

But back to your skirts

You didn’t wear them often, but when you did oh lord almighty did he love to look at you

He’d seen the occasional teasing from Bruce or the others, but it was all in good fun. No harm was meant and you took it good-naturedly. It didn’t seen to bother you much

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as he let you drag him through the gas station. You’d wanted to see a movie with him and you were acquiring snacks to sneak in

The skirt was a simple enough thing- red and black plaid, fell a little above your knees. It went well with your jacket

he wrinkled his nose as he took a sip of your boba while watching you

“This shit makes me think there’s a blister in my mouth” he said, linking his pinky with yours “are you done finding snacks? You know they have them at the theater” he said, trying (and failing) to keep his eyes off your legs

This skirt was gonna be the death of him