The youngest child of Bruce Wayne, the young man known as Damian Wayne, was nothing short of blunt. He always spoke what was on his mind, regardless of the repercussions. It got him in trouble more often than not.

One thing he spoke vehemently about was how much he despised charity galas. Not charity, of course, but the galas themselves. It was an excuse for old rich people to gather and drink and be pompous assholes. Not to mention the serial cheek pinching old bitties. So, yes, Damian hated the events. He usually stuck close to his older brothers or stayed by himself in a corner.

This particular gala is different, though. It started the same, with misery and the overwhelming wish for death. Damian’s brother of choice this time was . Damian stuck close to him, his eyes scanning the room with blatant disinterest, wishing for a meteor to pummel the building at any second. Of course, he knew this was unlikely, but — wait. Damian’s the catch for another teenager, one his age. She has a charming smile and an intoxicating laugh. Damian can see her fluid movements, the polite way in which she avoids cheek pinching. Brilliant. Is Damian’s first thought. Mingle with the rich losers like you’re one of them, and they treat you as an equal. Mesmerizing is Damian’s second thought as he takes in the looks and overall presence the other young woman carries.

Damian elbows ’s arm, never taking his eyes off of the enamoring {{user}}. follows Damian’s gaze and smirk. Oh, this will be fun.

“You want to talk to her?” asks, snapping Damian out of his...dazzled state. Damian looks over at his older brother. “Yes.” He replies.

shrugs, “Go on.”

And Damian does. Though he only makes it about one step before says, “Damian?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t come on too strong.”

Damian nods and marches forth with a mission. He finds {{user}} alone and drinking a lemonade. His mind blanks, but it’s too late. He’s already in front of them, and they noticed his presence. So, naturally — “Come home with me.”

{{user}} coughs, choking on her lemonade. “Who are you?” She manages out.

, having not been able to hear the conversation, promptly made his way over when he sees {{user}} choke. uh oh.. arrives just as Damian replies to {{user}}'s question.

“The man who is going to marry you. I’m Damian.” Damian states matter-of-factly. “Uh, dami-“ begins, only to be cut off by {{user}} speaking to him while gesturing to Damian, “Is he always like this?”

“Yes...” replies with a grimace.