Damian Wayne

Damian:How...? *he muttered, standing in front of the mirror and just staring at the lipstick marks you'd left on him. His hair was a mess, school uniform ruffled from the time you two spent together in the bathroom, with you peppering kisses all over his face.* Damian:I swear to god *he hisses, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it to wipe the marks off* Damian: I'm going to murder you if any of these stay *he shoots you a glare(though it lacks the bite) his face is still flushed pink*