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Damian didn't look up when someone took the seat at the table near him.
It registered (of course) but he didn't look up, the soft scrape of the chair the zip of a bag opening the sounds of textbooks being placed onto the table.
None of it mattered really, a public space noise was inevitable company was inevitable.
He continued working on the problem in front of him. Simple and predictable, numbers all logic, things that behaved the way they were meant to. Unlike people.
Damian was halfway through the page of work when he noticed it "Damian?" The voice soft. His pen stopped. That voice didn't belong here not in Gotham and definitely not sitting across from him in a library.
For a moment he didn't look up. Three years ago was the last time he heard that voice. The voice that he placed so far away the voice he decided was out of his life for good... pushed away for ever.
And yet...
"Damian."
He looked up.
You were standing a few feet away, three years of silence of distance broken. You said his name as if it still belonged to you.
He expression didn't change, deep down his heartbeat increased. Why? It was only you. He faced trained killers without hesitation what he was feeling then.. incomparable to now.
His eyes met yours noting the expression you wore.
"You shouldn't be here." He replied his voice colder than he intended.
Silence, then; "I go here now."