Hero x Villain // O/O // Closed

Damian blushed heavily but smiled nonetheless. “If I’m nice enough for this restaurant then you are most definitely very sweet,” Damian told him with another smile, and happily walked in with Rowan. Well, he’s not so sweet when he’s kicking my ass but like, that hardly matters in a relationship, does it? Damian would’ve groaned at himself if he’d been alone. A relationship like that sounded horrible, yet why didn’t he feel horrible when he was with Rowan?

(okay but if that quote was taken out of context of this RP, then Rowan would sound like an extremely abusive asshole)

Rowan smiled, leading him into the restaurant. "Mm. Fine." he replied. He checked in with the person who would seat them. "Table for two, please." he said with a smile. The waitress nodded, and led them to a cute little table, where they sat down. She handed out menus.

(Literally though, every time I write Damian’s internal conflict of dealing with Rowan v. Reaper, it makes Rowan sounds so horrible and it’s absolutely hilarious because Rowan’s the complete opposite of abusive and stuff)

Damian smiled as he sat down, taking a menu with a bright smile. He absentmindedly put his free hand opened on the table, part of him hopelessly wishing Rowan would notice and intertwine their fingers. “What’re you getting?” Damian asked softly, scanning the menu for something cheap.

(lol yeah I've noticed and it cracks me up every time)

Rowan did indeed notice, and took Damian's hand. "A burger." he replied with a laugh. "And you can get whatever you want, I'm paying." he wasn't going to let Damian pay for this. One, the place wasn't the cheapest. Two…Rowan knew that he probably had more money than Damian did, and he didn't want the other man to have to worry about paying for the meal.

Damian smiled a little at their hands interwoven together. He blushed a little, “A-Are you sure you want to pay for it all? I-I can at least pay for myself,” Damian protested softly, though he honestly didn’t know how much money he had left. He knew the amount was dwindling, and a restaurant receipt would probably only cut that number in half.

"Damian, I'll pay for it." Rowan repeated. "Okay? So just…order whatever and enjoy yourself." He gave Damian a gentle, quick smile. He wanted the other male to have fun and enjoy himself, not worry about money the whole time. Because Rowan wanted to stay for dessert, and he couldn't do that if Damian was paying for himself. It would just make Rowan feel guilty.

Damian blushed, that warm fuzzy feeling in his chest doing leaps around his heart, “Alright. Just- just promise to tell me if what I want is too expensive and you’d rather me pick out something else?” Damian only wanted a bowl of alfredo chicken pasta, which wasn’t that expensive, but Damian still wanted to tell Rowan that.

Rowan nodded. "Alright. I will." He replied with a smile. He rubbed his thumb over Damian's knuckles gently. He knew what he was getting already. Same thing he always got. "What do you want to drink?" He asked Damian curiously, raising an eyebrow.

Damian chewed on the corner of his lip. “Hmmm, are you getting an alcoholic drink?” He asked, looking at the array of different wines and cocktails and beers from the menu. Damian didn’t drink much at all, but if Rowan was getting something to drink then so would Damian. He wouldn’t mind letting himself really enjoy the night with his date.

"Hmm. I might, yeah. Although I'm driving, so I can't get anything too strong." Rowan replied, looking at the drink menu. A nice wine might be good. Or a cocktail. He hummed softly, then looked at Damian again, still running his thumb over the other's knuckles. He gave a quick smile. "What about you?" He asked.

“I want to get the same thing as you then,” Damian said with a smile. He honestly didn’t care what it was, Damian didn’t drink enough to really have any preferences. But something light sounded nice, especially because Damian never really did good with alcohol. He trusted Rowan anyways, if worst came to worst he trusted Rowan enough to know he’d be taken care of. Even if he occasionally does fight me, I’m sure he’d keep me safe…

Rowan smiled. "How about a wine, then? Just don't drink too much, okay?" He set the menu down as the waitress came over, and he ordered his food, along with the wine. He was still holding Damian's hand across the table, thumb rubbing small circles on Damian's skin.

“Definitely, I like that plan,” Damian said with a smile, then order his food and wine with a grateful glance at Rowan. He was such a gentleman… who also happens to raise the dead and kill people, but that hardly matters, right? Am I going to fall in love with jack the ripper next? But Rowan’s hand on his was enough to distract him from the turmoil inside him, it even made Damian smile more. “This is really nice, Rowan. Thank you for taking me out.”

Rowan smiled. "You're welcome." He replied, standing and leaning over to plant a kiss on Damian's mouth. He lingered like that for a long moment, then pulled away again, sitting back down. "Thank you for…giving me a chance. Even after what i did today." His mouth twitched in a half smile.

Damian blushed yet smiled brightly. He almost wished Rowan would’ve lingered even longer, he wished they could be closer… Damian smiled back at him, “Of course I’d give you a chance. You’re honestly one of the sweetest guys I’ve met.” Only half the time. Damian pushed that thought away though, reaching up and scratching his head without thinking and accidentally picking off the scab. When he set the hand back on the table, if one looked close enough they could see a dash of red on his fingertips.

Rowan was still holding Damian's hand. "Right. I just…" he shrugged a little. "Thank you." he said again. "I…am probably going to say that a few more times before the night is over. Just…a head-up." he chuckled softly, looking at Damian with a soft smile. He didn't notice when Damian's hand came away with blood on his fingers, eyes focused on the other man's face.

Damian laughed lightly with a huge grin on his face, “Alright. But you have to promise me one thing,” Damian’s eyes sparkled with joy and a hint of mischief. “Each time you say thank you, you have to kiss me.” He smiled even more, shifting to lean his head on his hand and rest his elbow on the table—consequentially hiding the bit of blood on his hand. For now, at least, as the side effect of putting his hand in his hair again was getting a little more blood on it.

Rowan sighed loudly, teasing Damian a little. "Fine." He smirked after a moment. "Do I have to give them immediately, or can I save them for later?" He asked mischievously, eyes glinting with good humor and laughter. Honestly, he didn't care what Damian said in response to his question. Either way, he was going to kiss him.

Damian made a show of thinking about it for a couples seconds. “Hmmm… I think I’ll let you save them for later.” He grinned with a giggle, happiness bubbling out if him. Rowan just made him happy, when they were like this. When they danced together, when the snuggled, when Rowan walked him to his car, this entire date… all of it made Damian happy. The Reaper did that. The Reaper made me happy like this.

Rowan smiled. "Alright then. Does that mean I get to ambush you with kisses whenever I want, then?" he asked teasingly, unable to stop his happy smile as he looked at Damian. I really do like him. I do. And I want…I want us to be able to be together. So badly. He wanted things to stay like this so badly it almost physically hurt.

Damian’s cheeks hinted with pink at the thought of getting ambushed with kisses. “You can,” He accepted with a grin, though he knew he shouldn’t be grinning right now. He shouldn’t be here right now, with the Reaper, but look what happened. Now he liked him a lot, and the world had turned upside down. Damian shifted, putting his hand back on the table. Now, his fingers had a more blood on them, or some light smears of it.

Rowan chuckled softly. "Alright." He saw the blood on Damian's hand, and frowned worriedly, grabbing the hand and looking at it. "What happened?" He asked worriedly, looking at Damian again. "Are you hurt?" He could tell the blood on Damian's hand wasn't actually from the hand, but he wasn't sure where it was from, if not the hand. Please don't let him be hurt. Please. Please don't be hurt. He begged silently.

Damian’s eyes widened in panic. His already pale face seemed to turn even paler. Shoot shoot shoot. He couldn’t decide between playing dumb and brushing it off, but in the panic of the moment he ended up going with the latter. He tried to tug his hand away. “That’s nothing, really, just a small cut or something. I’ll just go wash it off in the bathroom.” He made to stand up.

"You sure you're okay?" Rowan asked. He had some sort of fear, however irrational, that Damian was going to walk away and leave him. He looked at Damian worriedly. "Do you…do you need any help?" he bit his lip a little, grey eyes following the other male's movements carefully.

Damian bit his lip nervously. “I think I’m fine, I…” Damian felt a bit of blood trickle over he neck. He knew he didn’t really give himself much time to recover, and heck, he probably still had dirt and grime in his hair—and most likely infecting the scrape. So despite how much he didn’t want to worry Rowan or address just how he got the scrape, he mumbled, “Help would be nice…”

Rowan nodded. "Okay. Come on." He scribbled out a note for the waiter, and got up to lead Damian to the restroom. He led Damian to the bathroom, and then gently started inspecting the cut on his head. "Stay still, I'll help you." he said softly. He got his hands wet, cleaning off the cut as best he could.

Damian closed his eyes, wincing a little as Rowan inspected it. The scrape covered a good amount of his head roughly the size of his hand- but thankfully he’d only accidentally picked off part of the scab. “It hurts…” He muttered softly, putting his hands on the sink counter to brace himself a little—not because it hurt that bad, but because he was worried he might accidentally freeze something if he didn’t have anything to hold onto.

"I know. I'm sorry." Rowan replied softly, still cleaning off the cut. He grabbed a paper towel, cleaning away blood from the wound. "There. I got everything. I wish I had some Neosporin on me, but…this will have to do for now. After dinner we can take care of it some more, alright?" he cupped Damian's chin in one hand, thumb rubbing gently over Damian's cheek.

Damian leaned his head into Rowan’s hand, but couldn’t meet the other man’s eyes. “Thank you, Rowan,” He mumbled softly, then before he could stop himself he was leaning in and wrapping his arms around Rowan. Around the Reaper. But he couldn’t help it. He was just so sick of being hurt. He wanted to just go on dates and have fun without having to worry about responsibilities or injuries or pain. The only reason he was free to go out with Rowan because it was only with him that Damian knew he wouldn’t be busy, because the only thing that kept him busy was the Reaper’s attacks on the city—and if they were dating, neither would be doing two things at once so to speak.

Rowan nodded. After a moment, he hugged Damian back, pressing his mouth to the other male's cheek. "You're welcome." he said softly. I don't know what I've done to deserve you… He thought, but wasn't sure if Damian would respond positively if Rowan said that. He let out a soft breath, and then pressed a kiss to Damian's mouth, gentle and light and careful.