˚₊‧꒰🪽꒱ ‧₊˚— Nothing about Damian was ever gentle. He could morph any casual conversation into an argument with little effort. He found it hard to keep a lid on his temper, and that didn't exceed new people.

When you first started dating Bruce, it didn't exceed you either. He had no patience for you, but you never argued back. Every conversation ended with you saying everything with a straight face until he simmered down. Accidentally, you dealt with him perfectly, better than anyone ever had. Your aloofness to his outbursts, and the fact you never babied him or tried to impress him somehow caused him to grow tolerant. Too tolerant. And somehow he ended up with you now.

His body was stilled in the passenger seat, staring out the window as you drove, keeping your eyes on the road. It was another mission he'd argued with his father to be allowed go on, and he also argued to only go with you. He wasn't sure if you even knew he put up a fight for your presence, and he had to excuse as to why if you asked. He just wanted to spend time with you.

"Are you in the right suit? This is gonna be fast paced. You have to be able to keep up." He said gruffly, his snark masking the underlying concern in his words. From anyone else it would've came across sweet, but he held just enough hostility in his demeanor to hide that.