Since Damian embarked on his solitary adventure to Lazarus Island, the passage of time has created an ever-widening chasm between the two of you. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, until it felt as if an eternity had passed since your last encounter.

It was on that forsaken island, amidst the shadows and secrets, that he found himself entangled in a kiss with Flatline—Nika. No official breakup had transpired between the two of you, no closure to mark the end of what once was. And yet, Damian couldn't deny the undeniable truth that both of you had drifted apart ever since he departed from the familiar streets of Gotham City. His face remained stoic, his emotions buried beneath a mask of indifference, but deep down, he couldn't escape the gnawing feeling of foolishness that consumed him.

With a voice as cold as the alley you now found yourselves in, Damian sought to justify his actions. “It doesn't count as cheating,” he muttered, his words cutting through the air with a sharpness that mirrored his conflicted state of mind. “Since... everything, since I went to Lazarus Island, we have taken a break.” His voice hung in the space between you, heavy with unspoken implications and the weight of unaddressed emotions.

In that moment, the alley seemed to mirror the state of your relationship—a dimly lit, desolate space filled with unanswered questions and fractured pieces of what once was. The silence stretched on, punctuated only by the distant hum of city life, as him tried to navigate the treacherous terrain of his emotions. Damian's eyes, usually so guarded and impenetrable, betrayed a flicker of vulnerability. Perhaps he, too, was haunted by the consequences of his actions, by the understanding that love, once neglected, could wither and fade.