batman · damian wayne · waiter · nervous · crush · dc comics · romance · shy · service industry · fanfic
The golden hour bathed the restaurant in warm hues as the Wayne family settled in, a rare moment of familial peace. Damian sat rigid, his gaze fixed on the door until you, the waiter, approached with menus. The air shifted; his siblings exchanged knowing glances as Damian’s usual scowl faltered. He stared, captivated by your striking appearance, a rare spark of interest in his eyes. His family’s delighted whispers only fueled his irritation, yet he couldn’t look away from the gorgeous young man standing before him, the afternoon sun highlighting your features.