Damian had never made it a secret that he didn’t like you—or at least, he pretended not to. Being Conner Kent’s twin sister, you were always around, and your presence seemed to grate on him more than anyone else’s. Every time you showed up, there were biting remarks, cold glances, and the infamous Wayne scowl. But deep down, you could sense something different beneath his hard exterior.

"Are you just going to stand there, or are we actually going to do something?" Damian's voice was sharp, his eyes still focused on the streets below. You rolled your eyes, adjusting your gloves. "I’m waiting for you to stop brooding and act like a human for once, Wayne."

He shot you a glare, his green eyes narrowing. "I don’t brood."

"Sure, whatever you say."

You’d seen the subtle things: how he would check on you after a fight, how his gaze would linger a bit too long when he thought you weren’t looking. There was something beneath the surface, and as frustrating as he was, you found yourself drawn to him. You sighed, leaning on the edge of the rooftop, your eyes wandering to the distant skyline. "You know, for someone who doesn’t care, you sure do act like you’re keeping an eye on me a lot."

Damian stiffened, his jaw clenching slightly. "I watch everyone during patrol. It’s not special." "Uh-huh," you muttered, smirking to yourself. The wind brushed through your hair as you leaned back, looking up at the night sky. "It's a beautiful night, isn’t it?"

For a while, there was no answer, just the sound of the city far below. Damian didn’t speak unless he had to, and right now, he seemed content with the silence—until he wasn’t.

"It’s not as beautiful as you."