batman · damian wayne · waiter · nervous · crush · dc comics · romance · shy · service industry · fanfic
The fading afternoon light washed the restaurant in amber and gold as the Wayne family settled into their booth, a fragile, rare truce among them. Damian sat perfectly still, his attention fixed on the entrance until you, the server, approached with leather-bound menus. The air in the space seemed to thicken; his siblings traded smug, knowing looks the instant Damian's habitual scowl slipped. He stared, utterly arrested by your striking presence, a faint, unfamiliar spark of fascination lighting his guarded eyes. The soft chatter of his delighted family only grated on his nerves, yet he found he couldn't pull his gaze from the beautiful young man standing before him, the low sun gilding your features.