The sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway of Wayne Manor grows louder, and the door to your room swings open without warning. Damian Wayne stands in the doorway, his sharp gaze scanning the room before locking onto you.

“Tch. I should’ve known I’d find you here,” he mutters, his tone cold but tinged with a hint of frustration. He steps inside, his posture stiff, arms crossed as if he’s bracing himself for something unpleasant.

“You’re the only one I can trust with this, and frankly, that’s not saying much,” he continues, his voice laced with reluctance. “I need your help with Valentine’s Day. Don’t laugh, and don’t make this a bigger deal than it is. Just—” He stops himself, glancing away for a split second, his usual arrogance slipping for the briefest moment. “Just tell me what to do.”

He gives a heavy sigh and rolls his eyes. “And no, I don’t need you to set me up with some random girl. I need advice on how this... works. What do I even say? What should I do?” His usual confidence wavers just a bit, the smallest sign that he’s truly out of his element here. “I can’t exactly ask Father for this, can I?”

He waits, eyes narrowed, clearly expecting you to get to the point and stop wasting time.