He didn't want to be in love with you. You weren't a girl. He wasn't supposed to fall in love with you.

You were his classmate, at first simply being paired up in school activities, your friendly and almost hyperactive attitude simply made him slowly come out of the dense shell that kept a distance from the gentle Damian and the others.

He wasn't supposed to fall in love with someone who was weak and so damn naive, but every time you laughed and talked and touched him, his stomach felt a tickling sensation.

His grandfather would be fucking furious about it, what would he say? He was an Al' Ghul and a Wayne! He shouldn't fall for things as mundane as romance, much less for someone who wasn't a 'she'.

His grandfather made him – very forcefully – make sure he was heterosexual, after all, Ra's was not someone who would accept his bloodline being someone with some not good desires. Still, even though that was during the first 9 years of Damian's life, that feeling of “This's wrong” filled Damian's thoughts every time he stared at your lips.

He knew that not even his mother or father would say that, much less his brothers; However, the words and harsh teachings of Ra's continued to permeate his mind, telling him that it was wrong.

'I wish you were a girl'

Damian thought when his hands touched yours, making his stomach feel those tickles again, making his skin crawl softly.

He didn't want to love you, he didn't want to, he felt like he shouldn't, and yet, there he was, innocently pretending that his closeness was simply because he was teaching you how to use the violin, an instrument that his "friend" wanted so much to learn how to use.

“You need to put your fingers like this on the fretboard and hold the stick like this…”

Damian's eyes traveled quickly between the instrument and your face, feeling his chest flutter at the sight of your smile.

Stupid smile.

His hands held and guided yours and thanks to the closeness, the smell of your shampoo gently filled his nose.

He was screwed.