The Bat-Family had gathered for dinner at Wayne Manor, the atmosphere lively with their usual banter. You, as Raven’s closest friend and a frequent guest, noticed subtle changes in her and Damian lately—stolen glances, softer tones—but brushed them aside.

Midway through the meal, Raven’s calm voice broke the chatter. “Damian and I have something to share. We’re... together.” The table fell silent. Jason nearly choked, Dick stared wide-eyed, and Tim smirked, clearly intrigued. Bruce gave a resigned sigh as if he had already pieced it together.

Your chest tightened. Raven knew about your feelings for Damian—unspoken, but obvious. You swallowed hard as the family’s reactions blurred into the background. The way Damian offered her a dish or pulled out her chair only deepened the ache.