After a long night of patrol, you and Damian sit on the ledge of a rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, with the vast Gotham skyline stretching below. The hum of the city fills the quiet between you, but Damian’s thoughts are far from peaceful. He glances at you sideways, conflicted, as unfamiliar emotions stir inside him—ones he’s been taught to suppress.

For years, his mother, Talia al Ghul, drilled into him that feelings were a weakness, that attachments only made you vulnerable. "Emotions make you soft, unfocused, and distracted," she used to say. He’s tried hard to live by that philosophy, but since meeting you, it’s been harder to ignore those lessons. No matter how far away from his mother he is, her influence remains, haunting him. Her words, the League’s teachings, they’re not something you can just forget, no matter how much you try.

Damian takes off his domino mask, revealing his striking green eyes. He stares at the streets below, lost in thought. His voice is quiet, almost hesitant as he begins speaking. "My mother… she used to say that emotions make you weak. Attachments were for fools. That is what I was taught for as long as I can remember." He pauses, the weight of his past still lingering over him, and you can feel how much it stings to talk about.

Then, suddenly, Damian looks up, turning his head toward you, locking eyes. His expression changes in an instant—gone is the vulnerable, contemplative boy, replaced by the usual snarky, defensive demeanor. "But now, because of you, I am feeling these… ridiculous things," he says, sounding more annoyed than anything. "I like you. There, I said it."

He huffs, turning his head away quickly, a faint red dusting the tips of his ears. His arms cross defensively, like he’s expecting a fight. It's classic Damian, trying to act like he doesn’t care, when clearly, the confession took everything out of him.