Requested by @Gold121221, @shadowhuntergirl08 and @DamiansBeloved
Tell me if Damian is spelled wrong, because I've seen it spelled both ways.
Also, shout out to all my late night people. Comment if you're up. It's early for me (1:32 am)

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Damian scoffed at the idea of a soulmate.

Bruce, Jason and the others told him it was enviable, and was going to happen.

He scowled at the thought of someone controlling him. Someone that could help him? Please.

Damian didn't want someone else to please, to let them consume him. It was a sign of weakness and he hated that. It was utterly pathetic in his opinion.

The numbers on his wrist continued to count down never less, causing him to wear long sleeved clothes often to remind him that he didn't need anybody.

Now, he glanced at his wrist, curious.

00:12:36

Damian frowned, covering up his numbers as he tried to get his mind off the idea of meeting his soulmate in 12 minutes.

But he found himself curious and nervous.

Damian was in the mansion, slightly frustrated that his mind kept going back to the same topic.

Jason poked his head into the room.

"I ordered pizza,it's going to be here in a couple minutes, Alfred is out." Jason said, setting the dollars nearby. "Can you get it?" He asked.

"Go get it yourself." Damian responded, giving him a dead panned look.

"But I'm going to take a shower." Jason said, "Please, Thanks!" The dashing off.

Damian grumbled, grabbing the dollars Jason left behind, before going downstairs to wait for the pizza.

After a couple minutes of waiting, the bell finally rung.

Damian opened it to see a girl in a ugly red polo shirt and black ripped jeans.

Her face was cover by her matching ugly red hat and her messy h/c hair in a pony.

"3 large, combo, right?" She said, looking at the little slip of paper.

"Sure." Damian said, handing her the money.

He grabbed the boxes out of her hands, their fingers not touching.

She counted the money quickly before looking up,

Vibrant green eyes met warm e/c eyes.

His breath was hitched in his throat as he stared a the girl.

Everything around him seemed to fade out or blurred as his focus was on her. The way her h/c hair has some streaks of different subtle colors in them. The way he felt about this.

This feeling.

She seemed adorably shy and cute with sparkling e/c eyes, her pink lips fell open in surprise. Everything felt so wrong, yet so perfectly planned.

Damian finally noticed her wrist evaporating a f/c color, and he pulled out his own wrist, vanishing like hers.

Her eyes trailed down to her own wrist and his as she held out a shaky finger to graze over his wrist.

A slight shock ran through them.

He pulled back, surprised by her touch. It was electric, terrifying and deadly. She froze along with him.

A look of hurt flashed across her face.

"I-I uh, I gotta go." She rushed out, turning around.

Damian just stood there, shocked by what happened.

All he knew was there had to be a invisible string thing their heart together along with their fate.

And he wanted to see her again.

Damian wanted to know more, more about this soulmate feeling, and why her touch leaving tingled and permanent marks on his skin.

But mostly, he wanted to know more about her.

Why her? Why me? Why does this exist?

It terrified him, yet he was greedy for everything about her.

He carried the boxes inside, the events replayed in his mind.

And he was going to find out, making his mind to order more pizza tomorrow or maybe tonight.