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“Blind dating?” Damian stared at Marinette through the screen. What?
“Yeah,” she sounded cheerful, per normal. He could only see her head and shoulders though – was she shuffling her feat? Clenching her fist? He couldn’t get a good read on her.
Or maybe he was looking for a read. Something that negated what he just heard, something that proved it wrong, showed she didn’t want to…
“I mean, nothing’s worked out with anyone so far. May as well try something new,” Marinette laughed in a way she always described as awkward but Damian sort of disagreed with that sentiment.
It was cute. She was cute.
Yes, he could fucking admit it thank you very fucking much.
“Blind dating could be dangerous, though,” the words fell out of his mouth but honestly he didn’t want to stop them. He- fuck he didn’t even get a chance, did he?
“I know. I’m taking all the precautions I can with this. I just figured I could try, you know?”
Damian hated emotions. They made lumps form in his throat which made sound difficult so he couldn’t explain what a horrible idea that was.
Fucking fuck fuck.
Damian had- he wanted to ask her out. Court Marinette, as in Marinette Dupain-Cheng, resident Angel of both Paris and Gotham. Of course when he was asked about his relationship with MCD, he said they were friends – because what asshole asks someone out on TV like that? When theyd be shamed for rejecting.
Seems, for once, he moved too slow.
He lost his change.
“Damian?”
“Sorry, Angel, I zoned out,” he rolled his eyes. “Can you run your dates by me? I want to check them too.”
“Aw, Dami,” she grinned. “You do care!”
He did. He cared a lot, actually. It was one of the emotions he hated less than the others.
“Tch, not wanting you to die is the bare minimum of care any friend should offer, Angel.”
She laughed again. The call ended quickly after that, for some reason. He didn’t pay much attention, though. He oddly felt like curling up. Doing nothing.
It’s my own damn fault.
Damian hates emotions. He hates having to feel and understand why and in general he just… he hates them. They’re inhibitors at best, even if they offer things like happiness those are short lived and trivial. The ones that aren’t…
He forced himself to take a deep breath. Marinette was still his friend. Angel was still his friend.
That had to be enough. It would be.
Damian would make it be enough.