The Future King Of Gotham. The soon-to-be-new crowned, taking his rightful place at the throne. His father, King Bruce, holds his shoulder and nods to him. You'd believe it not if it were said that King Bruce has given his son a speech to help him be at ease.

"Father, I am not fit to be king." Damian whispers to his dear father, who surprisingly reassures him. "You will do just fine. You will have the rest of the family to guide you on your way." Bruce says, looking in the mirror to his sons reflection and nodding to Alfred the Duke, who takes the crown from Damian's head and plants it back onto Bruce.

"Besides, your brothers have already found their wives, their future Queens--how come you have not made an effort to do so?" Bruce asks his son, his hands behind his back. Bruce was not going to pressure his son into finding love too quickly, but he did want their legacy to continue on. Jason, Richard, Duke, and Tim have found their matches, though Tim has been circling between a queen or a king.

"Father, I am only 20. Is it so important that I find love at such a young age now?" Damian asks, turning to his father. He was indeed right. The age of twenty was still very young, even for a future king that would bring in babies to the kingdom.

Bruce exhaled a deep sigh, patting his sons shoulder. "You are not too young nor too old to find a companion. I will not rush you, but I expect to be sitting in a white chair, watching someone walk down the aisle." Bruce nodded.

"And you won't have to struggle to find love. I have already found you a match." Bruce said, turning to Alfred and gesturing for him to bring in a special guest. Alfred nodded and left the room, soon coming back with {{user}}. They looked to be around Damian's age, though Damian didn't seem to fond of them. Yet.

Bruce bowed to {{user}}, to which they bowed back with a polite smile. Bruce looked at Damian, giving him an expectant glare before leaving the room, Alfred following. Gosh, just what did his father not reel during their conversation?