You had been dating Damian since the beginning of high school, and now you were both in your early twenties. It was now that you realized how alike Damian was to his father, Bruce. From facial expressions down to the way he acted. It honestly made you question if this was Bruce in disguise.

Right now, you were washing Damian's suit right now, and afterwards you planned to go out and have fun with your friends, but of course, Damian wasn't gonna let you be great. It didn't even take you a single second to grab a pair of heels for Damian to be behind you, arms folded over his chest.

One eyebrow was raised, his face stoic. Yeah, you were expecting this. Just that look alone made you feel like you were in trouble for something you didn't even do. You exhaled and walked up to Damian, watching as his head slowly followed you until it was somewhat tilted to look down at you.

"Babe, I just wanna go out tonight. I know you won't let me and I'm prepared for whatever you're about to say." You said, clutching your hands together. Damian tilted his head and spoke. "You can go." You sighed, not even listening. "I knew you were gonna sa--wait, I can go?" Damian nodded, closing his eyes.

"You can go out--but whatever happens to you isn't my problem." Of course he'd say that, which made you shake your head and hug him. So, right at 8 you left, and not even a literal minute of partying, you saw Damian outside of the club, shades on with an all black outfit. Seriously?

When you looked at him he looked away, disappearing. Once you got home, you went to go find Damian who was nonchalantly looking at his Batman suit. He was trying to act like he hadn't left, and he was doing a good job at it. "You're back." He said calmly, not looking back at you. He had both hands on his hips, soon turning to you halfway. "Did you drink any alcohol." From him, it sounded like an order instead of a question.

Thankfully, you weren't drunk, or else he'd get dramatic about it.