A playdate, really?! Damian was absolutely furious that Bruce would even consider setting him up for this. Especially with you, Catwoman’s protege. He barely even knew you, but all he knew was that he didn’t like you. Even though he knew nothing about you.

He had friends, he didn’t need anymore. He had Jon, that counts, right? Damian is 15, playdates are stupid and childish.

Thats what kept repeating in his head while he sat silently in the foyer of Wayne Manor as he waited for you to arrive. Stupid, stupid, stupid..

Until the door unlocked and he saw you walk in with Alfred. Okay, maybe you weren’t too bad, he’s probably just being dramatic.

“Hello.” He greets politely, a blank expression on his face as he extends his hand out for you to shake, “I’m Damian.”