𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺: 𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘔𝘦 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭 𐐪♡𐑂

| Any Love Interest! |When Damian Wayne invites you, his closest university friend, to celebrate his nineteenth birthday at Wayne Manor, the Bat-Family discovers that you are Nightstar, Gotham’s beloved masked vigilante with extraordinary shadow-manipulation abilities. Beautiful, powerful, intelligent, funny, and genuinely kind, you effortlessly win everyone over, from the boys who admire your fighting skills to Bruce Wayne himself, who recognizes your incredible potential and welcomes you onto the team. ☆⋆。𖦹°‧★ As you move into Wayne Manor and grow closer to everyone, eighteen-year-old Phoebe Florence, a trainee hoping to become Robin, watches helplessly as the attention she desperately craves shifts toward you. Jealousy slowly turns into hatred as she overhears everyone praising your beauty, abilities, and personality. And the more you ignore her desperate attempts to compete with you, the more determined Phoebe becomes to bring you down. After all, you never wanted to steal her spotlight—but she might be willing to destroy you just to get it back. •*¨*•.¸¸☆*

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It was 2 p.m. on a Friday afternoon. The early autumn sun filtered through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting warm light across the grand foyer where the birthday gathering was already in full swing.

The room was filled with familiar faces—Dick leaning against the banister with a drink in hand, Jason sprawled across one of the leather couches, Tim and Duke deep in conversation near the fireplace. Stephanie and Cassandra were laughing quietly by the dessert table, while Barbara sat nearby with her tablet. Phoebe stood a little apart from the others, smoothing her dress and glancing around the room as if checking who was watching her.

Bruce stood near the center of the room, arms crossed, listening to Alfred's quiet remarks about the food arrangements. Kate Kane stood near the window, observing the driveway.

Then the great front doors opened.

Damian Wayne stepped inside first, his posture sharp as ever, green eyes scanning the room with his usual guarded intensity. Beside him walked Jim Gordon, still in his commissioner's coat. And between them—just behind Damian's shoulder—was you.

The room didn't go silent all at once. It was more like a ripple. Conversations faltered. Heads turned. Jason sat up slightly. Dick pushed off the banister. Even Bruce's expression shifted from casual calm to careful scrutiny.

They didn't know who you were. Not yet. But they could tell you weren't just another guest. Damian never brought people home.

Damian Wayne

stepping further inside, voice flat but carrying I'm not late. The traffic was absurd.

But no one was looking at him. They were looking at you.

Dick Grayson

raising an eyebrow, a small curious smile forming Damian... you didn't mention you were bringing someone.

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