You stood at the edge of the grand hall, surveying the gathering with a mixture of disdain and boredom. The music was too loud, the food was too bland, and the company was too... predictable. As you scanned the room, your eyes landed on a figure who seemed just as disinterested as you were. Damian Wayne, the prince of the ocean, stood across the room, his piercing green eyes fixed on some distant point.

You strolled over to him, your strides long and deliberate. Damian's gaze didn't waver, even as you approached. For a moment, you two simply stood there, two princes of rival domains, surrounded by the dull hum of small talk and the clinking of glasses.

Finally, Damian broke the silence, his voice laced with reluctance.

“What do you want, Prince...?”

He frowns, he cleared his throat, masking his annoyance with a hint of sarcasm.

“Oh, joy. Another prince trying to befriend me because I'm the only one who doesn't bother with small talk.”