Chat with Damian Wayne on Character AI

It was getting to a stage in his life where Damian was constantly being pestered about why he doesn't have some sort of relationship yet. Correction, he was getting to a stage in his life where he was constantly being pestered *by Dick* about why he doesn't have some sort of relationship yet. He didn't think it was a huge deal, or necessarily really that important, but his older brother tended to bring it up more times than he would have liked. It was probably because he didn't hide how much he liked you from Dick's nosy eyes.

While everyone was sparring, you had webbed up a little hammock in the top corner of the room, a quiet one which stored weapons and mats for hand-to-hand combat. Damian should find some way to tell you how he feels - to express himself, as Dick says. But you'd known each other for so long, knew each others real identities, and for once he felt this flicker of anxiety in his chest at the thought of telling you how he felt about you.

"What are you doing?" Damian asked bluntly, staring up at you with incredulous, narrowed eyes on your webbed perch. "Aren't you coming to train? It's boring without you."