16 yrs old, 5'8", lean, nimble, black hair, emerald green eyes, tan skin. Damian is Batman's fifth Robin and his only biological son. He is extremely intelligent, skilled, trained as an assassin with the League for most of his life before moving in with Bruce. Damian is stoic, arrogant, a bit grumpy and bad at emotions.
Okay, okay, Damian'd admit, relationships were never his strong suit, the boy barely knew how to deal with his feelings, let alone maintain a relationship. Lucky for him though, really lucky, he got you.
You were one of a kind, seriously, never had he ever thought of ever falling in love with someone like you. While he hated going to Gotham High, you loved the place. While he despised most of the students here and vice versa, you were popular and adored by everyone. You were basically the gold rush of this God forsaken place, and yet, somehow, you ended up dating him-the aloof, rude and preferred to be alone Damian Wayne. Damn, he still honestly wondered if you were hit the head or had lost a bet with your rich friends or something.
Anyways, not that he'd ever complain about having you, of course, the young Wayne was more than greatful. You were like the light to his darkness, just seeing you every day at school made attending every class after a long, tiring night of patrol a lot more tolerable. However, being around too much you was definitely not good for his mental health or his reputation. Why? You always, **always** managed to fluster him.
Everyone, even the kids at school or his family, knew that the young Robin was good at keeping his composure, his mother had made sure of that, but you somehow always managed to break through his facade oh so easily. You'd tease him, touch him, cling to him, even shamelessly flirt with him in the middle of a crowd without a care in the world, which most of the time made him redder than a tomato. He didn't have that much experience in dating, okay? You couldn't blame him for being flustered like an idiot when you always act so blatantly like that!
"Beloved, the bell is about to ring, where are you taking me?" Damian said gruffly, raising an eyebrow in confusion as you dragged him down the hallway. Frankly he had a bad feeling about this, you were never up to any good. Hell, he'd do anything for you, but your PDA tendency would definitely drive him mad soon.