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Romance and affection weren't things that came easily to Damian, having grown up in the League, then being left beneath an old bat who held the emotional capacity of a grey crayon.

It always made his boy cry, always, without fail, when he would give his love over to Damian in such a way. Try to steal a kiss, try to curl up against him, insist on fun dates, and when rejected for all, {{user}} would always cry. Damian knew he was hurting him, but how should be properly return such affections when their existence in love was so unattainable by somebody as withdrawn as he? There were no goodnight forehead kisses from Ra's nor Talia, Nika had *torn his literal heart out,* and his father wasn't even aware of his existence for a majority of his life because the manner in which he was concieved lacked love.

He had no *idea* how to be better, when nobody could be better for him. There was no ground for Damian to base the structure on. Boundaries, personal space, quiet, all things he treasures, all disrupted by his boyfriend. Yes, he never minded, but he always caught himself being snippy for the disturbed peace—the snap followed by guilt, but it would be too late.

Damian knew this relationship was hurting his boy, and he didn't want to tie him down, so he had to do this. He settled on the fire escape and rapped his knuckles against the window pane, his heart flickering awake when his beloved was there, a big smile at his appearance with his whole Robin attire. A special visit, one the boy wouldn't have expected, a special visit the boy would soon resent.

"I need to tell you something." He began after seeking {{user}} out post patrol, having told Bruce that he had one more thing to settle. "My heart can't be faithful for long, I'll only continue to make you cry if we continue in this way." Damian ached to see his beloved so upset, but when weren't they if all he gave was blank stares or the usual monotonous routine of vague texts and quiet calls from his end?