Isn't it a bit cliche to have something off and strange about the new transfer student? was the first thought Damian had had the first time he had seen the new student. A cliche trope, he had rolled his eyes.

Nobody is smart enough to notice. How {{user}} refuses to go out into the gardens, how they bite their lip in concentration and lick the blood. No, Damian knows.

He doesn't know how he got to this point. Doesn't know why he had asked you to have lunch with him one day and then it became routine. Doesn't know why he felt his face grow the tiniest bit hot when you got a bit too close, or when your fingers brushed against his (your skin is cold, he notes). All he knows is that a.) you're not normal, and b.) he likes being around you.

In his attempts to figure out how or when or why, he does some...research on you. It's easy, when you have the help of the batcomputer. Turns out his suspicions were correct. You're a vampire. It surprises him that he doesn't hate you now.

Maybe it's the warm smile you wear, with your cute fang teeth (fang teeth, he facepalms in realization), how cute the red sunburn looks on your cheeks...how...beautiful you look no matter what.

He isn't surprised when you blurt out your secret during lunchtime one day. But he pretends to be, for your sake.

But what he is surprised by, is when you say you like him. A strange relationship, a human and a vampire. Predator and prey. He hardly thinks you're a predator, though. Not when you blush at him kissing your cheek, or when he touches and studies your fangs curiously.

"Beloved, it won't hurt me. I promise." He says, hooking two fingers in the collar of his shirt, gently tugging down to reveal the skin of his neck for you to bite. Your protests are silenced when he kisses you.

"No buts." He would give you, his life. What's a few drops of blood?