any ideas for going stargazing with Damian Wayne? I heard you needed requests
A/n: Let’s not thing about the fact that this took me months, okay? Life is stressful and writing takes braincells I do not always have unfortunately. #orangecatthoughts
Word count: 632

Damian was most decidedly not nervous.
He was an Al-Ghul and a Wayne on top of that, the heir to the Demon's Head's throne and the heir to Batman's cowl, the larger-than-life Caped Crusader, the Dark Knight, the Scourge of Gotham's Underground.
As such, it would have been absolutely preposterous to even suggest that something as mundane (and dare he say plebeian if not executed with the utmost decorum) as stargazing with his girlfriend would make him nervous.
He wasn't. His hands were that clammy for completely unrelated reasons. Gotham weather was abysmal for the vast majority of the year, nobody could fault his body for thermoregulating in the face of the stifling humidity hanging in the air.
It seemed as if Titus could sense his internal debate from his place next to him on the couch if the way the large dog huffed was any indication.
The sound snapped Damian out of his thoughts and he suddenly became acutely aware of what had disturbed Titus; to his utmost horror, his leg was bouncing. Completely against his will.
Treacherous leg. It was the unwanted proof that he was indeed not calm, and that he was decidedly nervous.
Damian sighed. He really wasn’t going to find a way out of this was he? He was going to be stuck worrying over every single detail and scenario until the evening.
Not that Damian didn’t want to go stargazing with his girlfriend no, of course that was not the problem here.
The problem was his reaction. He was way too nervous about this and the worst part was that he had a hunch as for what was causing it.
The idea of being so vulnerable, at night alone and outside, most of all willingly, unsettled him. Getting used to being with others without his prickly demeanour protecting him was something he had yet to get used to, and this would be a big step for him.
It was still more comfortable than expressing his love verbally though, so if that was what was necessary to show his feelings then so be it.
The couch creaked as he got up, a determined glint in his eye.
He was Damian Wayne-Al Ghul, son of the Batman and Grandson to the Demon’s Head, and he was going to prepare the best stargazing date the world had ever seen.
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When Damian led you out onto the Wayne Manor grounds you were pretty excited. 452
His hands held yours as he guided you on the grass, your steps becoming surer as you got comfortable with the blindfold.
Still even with the excitement, nothing could have prepared you for what you saw as Damian’s deft fingers loosened the blindfold and the fabric fell away from your face.
A plethora carefully arranged pillows sat atop a large picnic cloth, folded blankets to the side. To the side was also a low table, a few snacks set on it under clear glass domes. Scattered candles set inside lanterns bathed the scenery in their flickering glow.
“Damian, I don’t have any words, I— It’s so beautiful, truly.” It was a wonder you could even speak through your astonishment, your eyes wide as saucers and your mouth hanging open.
“Tt, do not look so surprised. As if I could prepare anything less than perfect.”
His tone dripped condescension, but you only smiled at him. After all, no amount of semi-darkness could hide the blush creeping up his cheeks, the red dusting the tips of his ears.
“Of course, Damian.”
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A/n: hope you enjoyed! Reading angst gives me the writing bug I guess lol. If you like my work, please consider reblogging and checking out my other works through the master list in my pinned post<3 Love you all🩷
