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Damian watches Raven with soft eyes.
He knows they look soft.
He's been texted three times already by his idiot brothers telling him how soft he looks when his eyes are on her.
But Raven is everything to him.
"Habibi, are you okay?" Raven's voice shatters his zoned out thoughts, pulling his attention to her as she stands in front of him.
She wasn't right there a minute ago.
"I'm fine, Rae," replies Damian as he waves a hand through the air gently before tucking it back into his pocket like the other one.
"You keep tensing up like something's wrong," murmurs Raven as she steps forward again, dainty fingers lifting to adjust his tie even though it's perfect from Alfred doing the exact same thing earlier when Damian couldn't still his hands long enough to straighten the damn thing. "Is there something I can do to ease whatever is weighing on you, Habibi?"
"I'm really okay, Rae, just in my head a bit," mutters Damian with a smile that's much softer than the tenseness he feels. "How are you doing? You were talking to Ms. Amerson for a while about your painting. How did that go?"
"You're definitely in your head, so I wouldn't classify that as being okay. But I will excuse that," Raven giggles softly as she slides her hands up and adjusts his collar. "The conversation went well. She's interested in buying and/or hosting a gallery event for any future pieces I create. Which is sweet considering how expensive that would be, especially with the high possibility of failure."
"There's no possibility of failure, Rae," Damian's quick to argue because he knows how talented Raven is. "Did she give you a business card?"
"I have her business card and a brochure of her galleries in Gotham. That doesn't mean I'm taking her up on it," replies Raven seriously as she thumbs at his collar.
They're at a major WE company event, and Raven came as Barbara's assistant for the gallery that she runs during the day.
"Rae, you should take her up on it," murmurs Damian seriously as he tugs his hands out of his pockets to rest on her sides.
"Okay, I'll consider it, and if I get too nervous, I'll call you to do it for me," mutters Raven with an eye roll as she steps forward.
"Good," murmurs Damian as he grins at her. "Now, you've been calling me Habibi a lot tonight. I thought we weren't admitting anything."
"Well, it's been six months," replies Raven as her hands slide into his hair. "Those girls keep staring, flirting, and I want to make sure they don't approach."
Damian just smiles as he leans in and kisses her.
He loses the smile when her fingers tug as she nips at his bottom lip.
They might be in public, but he loves when she stakes her claim.
This is so worth the heavy buzzing happening in his suit pocket.