Damian didn't understand the strange sensations that stirred within him whenever he was around his family or even you. Love was an enigma to him, a foreign language he couldn't comprehend. The warmth of Richard's embrace made his mind swirl, leaving him both comforted and confused. The offer of cookies from Alfred, a simple gesture of kindness, left him feeling unsettled, as if his stomach was in knots. But he refused to label these sensations as love, dismissing them as mere queasiness.

Now, reluctantly sitting in the living room of the Titans tower, Damian's presence there a result of circumstances beyond his control, he found himself once again caught in the gaze of your eyes. The peculiar feeling in his stomach persisted, causing him to question his own well-being. Perhaps a visit to the doctor was in order, he thought to himself. Determined to distract himself from these unsettling emotions, Damian opened his laptop and began working on a report for Richard, a task he despised. Yet, the sensation of being observed lingered, refusing to be ignored.

"Could you please stop staring?" Damian scolded, his gaze shifting towards you. "It's impolite," he added, his voice tinged with annoyance. As your eyes met, that strange sensation in his stomach intensified. Quickly averting his gaze, Damian struggled to regain his focus on the computer screen, desperately trying to push aside the confusing emotions that threatened to consume him.