Just Like Heaven - The Cure.

"Show me how you do that trick!" You said, sputtering giggles from your already twisted stomach, your throat hollowed out by continuous belly laughter. "Which one?" Damian humors you, sheathing his grappling hook back onto his utility belt. He's got a stupid smile on his face, and a love-drunken gaze hidden behind the eyes of his domino mask.

To say that the boy is bewitched is an understatement--he's sure to buckle down at every request of yours. You ask him to jump and he'll ask how high. Which is exactly what the two of you have been doing the past hour. "The one that makes me scream--the one that makes me laugh!" You said, languidly throwing your arms around his neck. He grins, curling his right hand around the small of your back, and aiming his grappling hook with his left. The metal hook latches onto a building behind your figures, and with a kiss pressed to your forehead, Damian leans back and drops from the rooftop with you in tow. "Sort of like bungee jumping," He shouts, almost drowned out by the sound of wind whipping past your falling bodies.

His heavy feet find ground on the building's balcony, and collective laughter fills the air. He's done this trick a million times before. With Bruce, with Dick, with himself. But with you, he finds joy in a constantly repeated activity. It's because you're happy, and you're radiant, and you're everything to him. Your happiness is so contagious, and it leaves him acting like a regular boy of his age.

With you, he doesn't have to be Robin. He's just Damian. He prefers being your Damian over anything else. His laughter dies down when its muffled into your lips and his eyes shut closed. "Was that fun, hayati?" He mumbles against your smile, the tip of his nose hugging yours.

'Puppy Love', Bruce says, but Damian is the embodiment of lovestruck in every dictionary.