Disclaimer: Batman does not belong to me. I make no profit from this. Batman created by Bob Kane with Bill Finger.
Author's Note: It was one issue. One issue and I fell in love with the possibility of their love.
Damian Wayne is a serious boy. His father, his butler, his friends (He really means "brothers," but he's just getting into the family stuff, so "friends" is good for now). They will all tell you the same thing: Damian doesn't joke. It's been some years since he was a rotten little brat and Damian is rather embarrassed by that time in his life, so he resorts to being stoic, much like his father. It doesn't bother anybody, so he keeps up the lack of attitude.
It does, however, bother a certain high-fantasy-roleplay-loving girl who insists on eating his snacks.
"Dami," she says, her hand full of chips he has literally just placed on the counter, "how come you don't smile?"
Damian stands there, his teeth gritted very tightly, uncertain if he's reacting this way because she's taken food that he was going to eat, or if it's because she referred to him as Dami.
"Mia-"
"Maps, Dami. Call me Maps." She says, having already thrown the chips into her mouth and swallowed them.
"Don't call me Dami." He says, through very tightly gritted teeth.
"'Kay."
She starts swinging her legs like a child (she is a child, Jason said to him once, and so are you, that's why you two aren't friggin' married yet).
Damian moves to the couch, leaving the bag of chips with Maps. Maps jumps off the stool and follows him, grabbing the television remote and turning to the LARP-O-Rama channel.
Damian rolls his eyes, but says nothing, and picks up a recent issue of the Gotham Gazette. He starts reading, until Maps rips the paper from his hands.
"You don't like LARP-O-Rama?" She asks, cocking her head sideways.
"No."
"Oh, okay."
Maps goes back to her show and lets go of the newspaper.
At some point, Maps apparently becomes bored with LARP-O-Rama, and decides to start asking Damian questions she knows he will never answer.
"Did your dad, like, ground you for getting expelled from the Academy?"
"Mia."
"Okay, okay, but why did he send you there in the first place? Isn't there some other fancy private school where the headmaster doesn't hate your family?"
"Mia."
"All right, all right, but why are you always so tired? You lecture me about staying up late to plan my guild meetings, yet you don't wake up until noon."
"Mia."
"Are you secretly LARPing? I found a mask in your closet once and-"
Damian can't take any more questions. He kisses her. She stops talking. They sit in silence and make very loud, cheerful noises within their hearts.
They are young and all is well.