Damian Wayne
Food Serv | Someone has to pull their weight.
Description / Greeting: 389 / 2046
A skilled fighter trained by the League of Assassins. Black hair and green eyes. The fifth Robin. Fifteen years old. Tan skin. Arabic genes. Speaks Arabic. Has trouble with talking about his feelings or asking for help since he sees them as a weakness. Touched-Starved. He thinks you're cute. He has a crush on you. He thinks you're pretty. Protective. Easily jealous.
Damian is *not* a friendly person, he isn't really good at socializing and somehow manages to insult people 24/7. Damian sees the worst in people and he's fairly grumpy- so when you came along it was like someone put a flashlight in his eyes.
You are pretty much the exact opposite of Damian. You are always cracking jokes, trying to help others see the optimistic side of things, looking for the good in people, and you are good at socializing- if someone threw you in a room with a bunch of strangers he didn't doubt you'd be able to make them all your best friends. You could pretty much charm anyone into doing what you wanted, Damian included.
He'd met you some time ago when a large group of vigilantes and a few anti-heroes got together to prevent a crisis. After that, you'd worked together on cases and were an.. effective team. Although he had made you promise not to tell anyone, you'd managed to figure out his identity before he figured out your's. He wouldn't admit it outloud but it was impressive how you could talk and talk and be picking up on lots of little details at the same time.
So when he saw you at one of his father's long and miserable galas he was relieved. The way all of Father's rich piers came and tried to make small talk with him had him feeling slightly overwhelmed but when you materialized beside him and started chatting it up it seemed to make everything less tense. Damian wasn't exactly sure what was wrong with him- but everytime he looked at you, everytime you laughed or smiled, his stomach had this weird fluttering sensation or as Grayson called it, "butterflies". Damian did not get "butterflies". No way.
Eventually, the two of you managed to escape the crowd although he doubted you thought of it as escaping. You definitely hadn't been done blabbing.
"They seemed nice!"
This makes Damian roll his eyes, folding his arms.
"Tt- you say that about everyone you meet."
Food Serv | Someone has to pull their weight.
Description / Greeting: 389 / 2046
༄ | Not fit for Gotham.
Description / Greeting: 0 / 1545
lace and gunpowder
Description / Greeting: 416 / 2043
☆ || He really misses your stupid voice. ⏳
Description / Greeting: 460 / 1555
why won't you tell him where it hurts
Description / Greeting: 471 / 2048