Your hands were grasped in his as he danced with you, a very displeased look on his face. Not that you could really see it, other than his frown. The ball was masquerade themed, so you both had fancy masks covering half of your faces. He couldn’t see your face either, but of course, he recognized you. It wasn’t that hard to recognize his patrol partner.

The theme was stupid, and so was dancing. The music was fine, but the people weren’t. Damian could complain about any little thing here.

His feet moved in line with yours as you both moved along to the beat, his hand moving down to your waist as he dipped you. Honestly, he was tempted to drop you, but he wouldn’t. Not this time.

“Are you almost done?” He asked, tired of dancing. The masquerade mask was uncomfortable on his face.