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Summary: Damian and his... very girly girlfriend??
W.C: 4.3K
Tags: Fluff ♡
Something was different... everyone in the manor could tell that there was something different with Damian Al Ghul Wayne.
Considering he lived in a manor full of detectives, you really wouldn't think he'd have gotten away with his secret rendezvous.
7 months ago...
It all started with Alfred noticing new smells on his clothes as he did the laundry. At first, it seemed that Damian had simply switched to a new shampoo or maybe gotten a cologne. Then, the sharp scent of cologne started to come mixed with floral. Alfred did what any good butler would do. He ignored it. If his master wanted to indulge in wearing floral scents, he wouldn't shame him for it.
Alfred wasn't the only one who noticed the change in scent, though. Dick had been messing around with Damian in the training room. They always liked a good spar with each other. Everything was going as usual until... SNIFF
"Dude, are you wearing perfume?" Dick suddenly asked as he blocked a punch from his little brother. Damian's composure faltered for just a moment before he pulled himself together, grabbing Dick and tossing him over the shoulder. The poor vigilante was too distracted by his discovery to catch himself. He fell to the floor with a thud.
"Don't be ridiculous Grayson." The boy clicked his tongue as he began to walk out of the training room.
"It's one of those Britney Spears ones, Kori has a few," Dick said more to himself than Damian as the boy was choosing to ignore him the more words tumble out of his mouth. "Hold on don't tell, is it the pink one with the little green gems on it?"
Damian had to fight back the urge to inform him that the perfume he was thinking of was called Fantasy. He'd become quite the enthusiast simply from listening to you go on about all sorts of perfumes, and other products, sat at your vanity as he admired your reflection through the mirror.
"Why do you know so much about Britney Spears perfumes Grayson?" Damian retorted.
"Cause I have a very gorgeous girlfriend, Dams. I got her the perfume for her birthday, the bottle reminded me of her." He replied a lovesick grin already forming at the thought of his alien lover. The former assassin took the opportunity to sneak out of the training room as his older brother got lost in a train of hopeless romantic thoughts over his lover.
Once he made it back to his room he sharply inhaled. Yep, it smells like your perfume. Very clearly, like you'd jumped around spraying it before sneaking out this morning. He took a handful of his shirt and lifted it to his nose. Yep, also smells like your perfume and your setting spray. If he wanted to keep your relationship hidden from his lunatic families he'd need to do a better job of covering it, he thought to himself as he began to light any scented candles he could find. An attempt to cover your traces. One of them was a gift from you, so not entirely hiding your presence.
5 months ago...
The two of you were walking through the mall. Hands intertwined and a bundle of shopping bags in his other. He'd insisted on carrying them. No matter how ridiculous he looked. It was a funny sight. His cold hard expression paired with cute bags of clothes, makeup and a Sanrio plushie peeking out from one of them.
"Are you hungry, beloved?" Damian turned his head to face you. You pondered for a moment until your stomach decided for you by making a growling sound.
"Yes..." You said slightly embarrassed. A downturned smile spread on your face.
"Where would you like to go?" You were about to respond when your phone started ringing, a cheery pop song blared from your charm-adorned handbag.
"Sorry, one sec," you reached into the bag. Shoving all sorts of things around to get to your phone. "It's my mom, you pick I'll be back in a minute!" You stepped off to the side and answered the phone.
Damian huffed at the feeling of his empty hand as he began to scan the mall food court up ahead.
'Burger King, McDonalds, Stephanie and Cass, KFC...' He paused his train of thought. Oh shit, he didn't realise Stephanie and Cass would be here and walking towards you both, unaware of your presence.
"Mom, I promised I'd be back home for dinner. 6:30, I know," You laughed at her antics before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.
You didn't get the chance to turn around as your hand was being grabbed and you were getting dragged away.
"Damian?" you looked at the boy as he swerved between the crowds. "Is everything alright?" You watched as he occasionally looked behind the two of you. Taking a small glance back you spotted two girls you recognised from a photo he'd shown you.
"Hold on, is that Damian?" Stephanie stopped Cass in her tracks and pointed ahead. Cass looked up from her milkshake and saw the head of her little brother.
"We should go say hi! Wonder what he's doing in the mall?" Stephanie had taken Cass' arm and was pulling her towards Damian, both unaware that he wasn't alone and trying to get away from them.
Damian noticed the two getting closer and took a sharp left turn into a random clothing store. He used the clothing racks to hide from the persistent girls following them.
"Why's he gone in here?" Stephanie wondered out loud. "It's a women's clothing store." Cass shrugged her shoulders as her mind went to Dick's theory on Damian trying out more feminine things, and being ashamed of it, after the perfume incident. She thought the theory was ridiculous.
Cass looked around quickly to see if the shop was even worth spending time in, but nothing was to her taste. As she scanned the store she spotted what looked to her brother... and a girl? Sneaking into the dressing rooms.
'No, it couldn't be,' Cass thought to herself watching the figure of a boy that looked exactly like her brother disappear into a dressing room with a really pretty girl. 'Could it?'
You and Damian crammed into a little dressing room with all your shopping bags.
"So..." You began, turning to the mirror to fix any out of place hairs.
"We'll have to wait a while, they are unfortunately persistent."
"How long?"
"I do not know, beloved," He shoved your shopping bags into the corner. "Longer than you'd like, I'd imagine."
You stood in silence for a moment.
"I can think of a couple ways to pass the time..." You turned away to prevent yourself from laughing at Damian's flushed face.
3 months ago...
Damian and Jason had been giving each other a hand during patrol that night. Damian was chasing some low-life thugs and they managed to slip out of his grasp and dash all the way to Crime Alley. Thankfully Jason was there and helped him catch the guys. After dealing with them Damian stood up, a vibration surged through his pocket. He reached in about to immediately hit decline. Why would he answer the phone on patrol? That's what he thought until your face graced his peripheral. He quickly turned his back towards his brother. It was a photo of you and your closets friends. (Obviously the contact picture was only focused on you). It was taken on your birthday. You were all dolled up in makeup and a gorgeous outfit you'd insisted you needed his opinion on before going out. He was about to answer when, "Who's that?" Jason called out from behind.
'Oh Shit.' Damian thought to himself. There are so many excuses to use when your brother smells your girlfriend's perfume on you, so many ways to hide from your sisters when out on a date. How does one convince Red Hood that 'Beloved <3' isn't what it looks like? That its no one special on the other end of the line?
"No one," Damian tried his luck with lying anyways. "Mind your business!" He possessively clutched the phone to his chest. Hiding the caller ID and contact photo. That was only for him to see.
Jason stared at him through his helmet, "Uh-huh, sure," Damian could feel the bullshit look on Jason's face behind the helmet. "No one at all."
"No one for you to concern yourself with Todd, mind your business." Damian stuttered out sharply before disappearing into the night. Away from prying eyes.
Jason couldn't help but grin as he watched his brother run off, phone clutched in his hand like a lifeline.
"Idiot."
Damian had perched himself on top of an apartment building. He brought his phone in front of him and called his last missed call. You. He sat in the silence of dawn, only the buzz of his voice and the tires of some earlier commuters to be heard. Until he heard the sweet voice of his favourite person.
"Hello? Damian?" God, how did your voice sound so angelic this early in the morning, through a phone speaker?
"Good morning, beloved," He sighed contently, "Apologies for not picking up when you first called I was finishing up something." He felt at peace hearing your voice and the ruffle of your bedsheets. Even if it was only through a phone and not in person. It would do.
"Oh sorry!" You whisper yelled. The sun was only rising, your family were probably still asleep. "I didn't mean to bother, we can talk la-"
"Nonsense, you are certainly not bothering me, beloved. I'm more than happy to make time for you at any hour of the day or night." He cut you off. It was silent on your end of the line for a few moments. A couple of giggles and some sheet rustling could be heard. Damian could see it in his mind you going slightly rouge and hiding your face in the pastel duvet.
"It's just," you trailed off, "I had a stupid nightmare and I couldn't go back to sleep."
"If my presence is what you seek in order to feel safe than I will always be available." You smiled at that looking out the window by your bed.
"I will be there."
"What!?" You shot up in your bed, shrinking in on yourself when you realised how loud you were being.
"Damian, there's no need-"
"Yes there is very much need," You sighed at his persistence. "You require my comfort to fall back asleep, I know how much you enjoy your weekend sleep." You fell back k down into tour bed with a smile. He was so right. You loved your weekend lie ins.
"I am finished patrol so I will make my way to you."
"Okay, I'll see you in a few, my windows open," you bit your bottom lip for a moment, hesitation filling you, "I love you." There was silence on the other end of the line until the call ended. You looked at your phone in confusion worried you'd accidentally hit the red button or if Damian had decided he actually hated you. A shadow replacing the sunrise light that had been beaming onto you stopped your train of thought. You looked up to see Robin perched on your windowsill. Strategically, as to not damage your flower boxes.
"I love you too." He whispered before he crawled through the window, landing on your bed.
2 months ago...
Damian was sat in the back of the Batcave as Bruce and Tim discussed something about an ongoing case. He was cleaning one of his katanas. Deciding it was clean enough he picked it up and set it to the side. A small sound of metal hitting metal made the two detectives perk up. The sound came again as Damian picked up another blade to clean. Tim turned his head ever so slightly to glance at the boy and in the corner of his eyes, he spotted it. A small ring on his left hand. He gave a small glance to Bruce, who was still staring at the screen before him, but he could tell the scrunch of his face wasn't from the confusion of the case. Damian completely unaware of his brother's and father's change in demeanour continued to clean his blades. The metal ring subtly caught the light as he carefully rubbed the cloth against the sharp edge of the blade. A gentle smile graced his face as he stared at the ring. His mind wandered back to the day he gave you the promise ring. He knew you'd love it but he was still so nervous. He would rather die than let anyone know that though. Little whispers snapped him out of his thoughts. Looking up he spotted Tim leaning in towards Bruce muttering something.
"Can I say something?" Tim questioned in a hushed teasing tone.
"No, you can not." Bruce sternly replied, folding his arms across his chest.
"Oh come on," Tim looked from him to his brother out of the corner of his peripheral. "You can't not be curious about what's up with him?"
Bruce gave the young detective a quick glance before returning to the screen with CCTV footage playing.
"Of course I am, but it is none of our business." He said curtly. "Damian is very capable and I trust that he is independent and mature enough to do as he pleases."
Tim sighed in response to that. He'd have to lay off on the teasing for now, but just know that when he gets a moment alone with his little brother he will become the biggest pain in the ass.
Damian couldn't help but let his smile grow back after hearing his father's words. He spun the ring around his finger for a brief moment before setting his blades aside and exiting the cave.
1 month ago...
Another rare day where you manage to spend the day in Wayne Manor. Today was much easier than all the others. Dick was in his apartment with Kori'ander, Bruce and Tim were away on company business, the girls were all out, and Jason was god knows where. You didn't really care if they were in the Manor or on the other side of the world at this moment. You were sprawled on top of your boyfriend in his bed. Nothing could possibly ruin this day for you. Your head was rested on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. His hand held yours and the other played with the ends of your hair. You both layed in the silence of the day as you quite literally watched paint dry. Over on his desk, which was supposed to be used for homework and not art or makeup, like it you had previously been using it for. Two small paintings lay drying; one of batcow and the other of a sunset. A huff of laughter from the chest beneath you made you look up.
"What?"
"There is paint on your face, beloved."
You shot up from his body and where about to run into the bathroom. Damian gently grabbed into your face. The red paint streaks where mostly dry now so he was easily able to rub them off. Even when your face was paint free, you both sat there, your face in his hands and his thumb caressing your skin.
"You are so beautiful, Habibti." You stared with a lovestruck look right back at his lovesick one. He leaned in a little closer.
"May I?" He asked, ever the gentleman. You nodded.
He brought his lips to yours not caring about the sticky sensation of your lip gloss. You sighed into the kiss and brought your hands up to rest of his. They slid down and held onto his wrists. Neither of you would get Iver this feeling. The butterflies, your lips on eachother, the fear that enters your body when you hear a knock of the door. Oh my god. You immediately pulled away.
"Master Damian," Alfred's muffled voice came through the door. "Would like some cookies? They are freshly baked."
"No thanks, Pennyworth." Damian quickly replied. There was an uncomfortable silence for a second before-
"Would your friend like some?" Both of your eyes bulged out and your jaws dropped.
"I won't tell, no need to fret!"
You looked to Damian nervously, who nodded his head, telling you that Alfred really meant what he said.
"Yes please!" You piped up. You could smell those cookies and my god, you wanted them so bad.
"Very well, I'll prepare them and some tea." Alfred laughed before heading back to the kitchen.
Present...
Yesterday had been another one of those rare days where nobody was in the manor, so you had come over and Damian persuaded you to stay the night.
You sleepy made your way into the bathroom attached to his room. Deciding it was time to get ready for the day. Your eyes scanned the counter top covered in skincare and makeup products left here overtime by you. You couldn't help but smile thinking of all the smalls ways you two had been intertwining your life's. You had things in his place, he had things in yours, he carried hair ties for you and you carried bandages for him. It was simple and sweet. It got you thinking about why he didn't want you to meet his family as you did your skincare. He'd met yours, plenty of time at that. He'd spent the night, he'd had dinner with them, hell you're mom bought him an Easter egg! You swore up and down to yourself he didn't have any problem with you or his family. Now picking up your primer you couldn't help but be confused. Why is he so desperate to hide you and your relationship? You shook the thoughts away when you spotted your frown in the mirror, now just focusing on getting ready.
An hour had passed and Damian was awake. He could hear you in the bathroom as he rolled over in the now cold bed.
"Babe, can you help me?" You softly called out as you nudged the bathroom door open. "I can't get my earing in." You informed with you hands at your ear.
He got up from his bed a maneuvered you back into the bathroom, where the lighting was good, shutting the door behind him.
"I can't get it through, it shouldn't be closed up though!" You handed him the earing and stood beside him under the ceiling light.
He tilted your head and began what would be an annoyingly long process of trying to perform the simple task of getting a piece of metal through a hole.
Alfred was in the middle of cooking breakfast and asked Dick to go wake his brother up. Unaware that you were still here. You usually snuck out earlier but you're phone was dead when you woke up so you never checked the time.
Dick trecked up the stairs, past Jason leaving his room and towards Damian's. He softly knocked on the door before swinging it open.
"Uh, Jason?"
"What?" Jason grumbled at the end of the hallway.
"Who's phone is that?" Dick asked pointing towards a phone that definitely wasn't his brother's. Unless he'd taken a sudden liking to charms and bows.
Jason sleepy stared at Dick until the image of Damian's phone with a picture of a girl and suspicious caller ID appeared in his head. Now he was sprinting towards his brother's room.
Jason and Dick stood in the doorway examining the unknown phone plugged in and rested on the nightstand. Jason gasped and pointed at a woman's bag, say on the floor, leaning against the desk leg. Dick dramatically took hold of Jason and put a finger to his lips. He then pointed to the bathroom door.
"Damian it's fine!"
"I don't want to hurt you!"
"It's not going to hurt, babe I promise!"
A girl? Babe!?
This had Dick and Jason turning to eachother, shock written all over their faces as they sprinted to the stairs.
Bruce, Tim, Stephanie and Cass were all sat at the dining table. Bruce was reading the newspaper, Tim was chugging a coffee, Stephanie was talking to Cass while they waited for the other three boys. Same as every morning. At least it was, until-
"Damian has a girlfriend!" Dick shouted like he was the final girl just after discovering who the killer was.
"She's upstairs!" Jason skidded into the kitchen behind him.
Alfred froze, as he watched Tim and Stephanie sprint faster than he'd ever seen before. Dick and Jason following right behind them. Cass subtly followed. She didn't want to be nosy but... she needed to know! Her suspicions were driving her crazy ever since the mall. Bruce sighed, folding up the newspaper and setting it down before heading up to Damian's room as he heard screaming.
You were mortified. Six people just barged into the room and saw you in your pyjamas; your underwear and one of Damian's shirts. You screamed and immediately bolted back into the bathroom. You were panicking. Damian didn't want you to meet his family and you just did it in the worst way possible. Half naked and screaming. What a way to meet the future in-laws. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you slid to the floor. Atleast your hair and makeup look good.
"Drake, what the fuck!?" Damian yelled.
"Hold on, why am I the only one getting yelled at?" Tim retorted.
Stephanie nudged his shoulder. "You scared her stupid!"
"We barged in at the same time!"
"You're a guy!"
Damian stood there with a frustrated expression watching Tim and Stephanie bicker and the rest of his family pile in. Cass's small smile at him help him relax a little, but only a little. And just for a moment, cause then Dick and Jason piped up.
"So..." Dick began. "Who is she?"
"None of your business."
"That's what you told me when someone named 'beloved' called you on patrol." Jason chimed in with a teasing tone. Damian could only stare at more frustration than before. His cheeks began to flush and that just passed him off more. Stephanie wasn't helping with her "awww's in the background. Damian was about to scream for them to all get out, get physical with Tim if he needed to.
“Damian.”
Everyone turned towards the stern, deep voice in the doorway. Bruce stepped forward to his youngest son.
"Father," Damian started a tangent before Bruce even had a chance to say anything more. "Her name is Y/n. We have been dating for 8 months, and I love her. No matter your approval or disapproval I will continue to see her." Damian informed his father in a stern and determined tone.
“If it’s alright with you I would like to meet her. Properly.” He requested. “I believe the rest would also like to meet her.” Damian didn’t know how to respond. He thought his father would have a bigger reaction to lying and sneaking around with a girl. Especially considering the occupations of everyone present.
“Of course only if she’s alright with it as well.” Bruce added with a light smile.
"Allow me to check." Bruce ushered all of his children out of the young boy's room.
Once they’d all left he slid into the bathroom where you were still sat on the floor.
“Habitat,” he called out softly. “We don’t have to go down there if you don’t want to.” He knelt in front of you.
“No! I want to, I’d love to meet your family.” You countered quickly. “Only if that’s okay with you, I don’t want to overstep.”
“Whatever you want, beloved.” He said with a smile identical to his father’s.
You were now dressed and sat beside Damian at the Wayne dining table. All of the Wayne's were staring at you. It wasn't daggers or disgust. You'd figured it was curiosity.
"How the hell did you even meet?" Jason asked the first question.
"School." Damian answered coldly.
"No offence, but I didn't expect you to end up with someone so..." Dick trailed off as he swung is fork around as if it would conjure up the words he wad looking for.
"Girly?" You suggested. "I get it, you probably thought he'd end up with someone like yourselves."
Everyone at the table felt a bead of sweat drop from their foreheads.
"What?" Stephanie asked with a nervous laugh.
"She knows." They all snapped their necks to look at Damian and then their father at the head of the table.
He sighed, "Damian I trust that you thought about all this before giving us away?"
"Of course I did. Do not suggest that they are not trustworthy." Bruce and Damian had a bit of a stare off. While that was happening Stepahine had kicked Tim out of his chair beside you.
"You're hair is so gorgeous! What do you use?" She asked as she held a strand in her palm.
"Oh, I cannot think of the name! But there's some up in Damian's bathroom, I'll show it to you."
Dick leaned over the table, "I thought I was going crazy when I started smelling perfumes off him!" You laughed at his comment.
"What do you use? It smells similar to the one Kori uses."
You began to chat with the vigilantes about all sorts of things. Telling Cass and Stephanie about the products you use and where you shop, listening to stories about Dick and Kori. Jason chimed in with a few book recommendations and reviews after learning you like to read. Quickly you found yourself having conversations with all the Waynes like it was as easy as breathing. As you were laughing at some Internet joke you and Tim were discussing, you spotted a poute on your boyfriend's face. And it finally clicked.
Damian Al Ghul was jealous of his own family.
He kept your relationship a secret and avoided introducing you for so long because he didn't want them to steal your attention.
You couldn't help but smile at that.
A/N: First piece published!! I welcome back feedback with open arms. Please just don't take this opportunity to be rude. I'd love to know if I write ooc or if my grammars incorrect, ect.
— or, Damian's habibti who's is allergic to flowers, and Damian Wayne commits an act of devotion anyway
She loves flowers.
She says it like a confession, every time.
“I know they make me sneeze,” she’ll murmur, eyes watering, “but look at this one. Isn’t she so pretty?”
She’ll cradle a daisy like a holy relic. Brush her fingers reverently across petals in the florist shop window, sighing like she’s greeting old friends. Her voice goes soft around the names of them — freesia, peony, jasmine. Like each one is a poem she’s memorized in another life.
And then she’ll sneeze.
Violently.
Five times in a row.
Damian once watched her nearly pass out because she insisted on keeping a bouquet of lilacs in her room for “vibe purposes.” Alfred had to intervene.
It makes no logical sense.
Why would someone adore something that actively harms them?
He tells her so.
“You know you’re allergic,” he says one day, watching her hold a wildflower with tears in her eyes and blotchy cheeks.
She beams. “But they’re so hopeful, Damian. Like tiny living declarations of beauty for no reason.”
He squints. “That’s irrational.”
“That’s romantic.”
“They make your throat close.”
“They make my heart open.”
He almost chokes on the sheer emotional recklessness of it.
That night, Damian goes to the greenhouse behind the Manor.
The one Cass tends to like it’s her sanctuary.
He enters with surgical gloves and no expectations.
He leaves three hours later, covered in dirt, vaguely pissed off, and carrying a seed catalogue.
Two weeks pass.
She doesn’t hear much from him — patrols, League interference, Bat drama. She doesn’t push. He’s not much of a texter, anyway. But when she rounds the corner into the Wayne Manor west wing one afternoon, Alfred gently guides her to a door she’s never seen before.
“Master Damian asked me to escort you,” the old man says with a subtle smile.
“…To a horror movie set?”
Alfred simply opens the door.
Inside — is a room.
Not large. Not ornate.
But it glows.
The walls are covered in soft white drapes. Fairy lights snake across the ceiling in warm lines. A low wooden bench sits in the center, surrounded by pots of—
“Wait,” she breathes.
There are flowers.
Everywhere.
Lilies. Marigolds. Poppies. Violets. Not a single one real — but perfect. Crafted from fabric, glass, paper, even delicate origami. Each one clearly made by hand. Folded and cut and painted with so much care her knees go weak.
She touches one. Petals like satin. No pollen. No sneezing.
There’s a small tag attached to the nearest pot.
“They won't hurt you. But they’re still yours.”
— D.W.
She spins around—
And he’s there. In the doorway. Arms folded. Face impassive.
“I had to study seven different origami guides,” he mutters, clearly embarrassed. “And burn the tips of my fingers with glue four times.”
“You made these?”
He shrugs.
Her heart squeezes like a vice.
“You made these.”
“I logically deduced that the artificial replicas were the safest way to approximate the aesthetic effect without the accompanying allergic reaction.”
“Damian.”
His jaw twitches.
She crosses the room slowly, stopping just in front of him.
“I love them.”
“I know.”
“No, like—this is insane. You folded an entire bouquet of calla lilies.”
“I had blueprints. Cass helped with the iris. Hers looked better.”
She cups his face before he can duck away. Holds it in her hands like something sacred.
“Say it again.”
“…Cass helped with the—?”
“No. The other thing.”
His throat bobs. He looks away.
“I know,” he says again. Quieter this time. “I know you love them. I wanted you to have something beautiful that doesn’t punish you for wanting it.”
Her eyes sting. (Not from allergies this time.)
“Damian.”
He finally looks at her.
And then—
She kisses him.
Soft. Certain. Like pressing her lips to the quietest part of his soul.
Later, the Batfam finds out.
Because of course they do.
Jason walks in and sees the room. Stops dead. Blinks. “Yo, who built an allergy-safe fairy cottage in here?”
Stephanie gasps so hard she chokes. “Did Damian Wayne do a Pinterest project?!”
Tim silently walks in, takes one look, and walks right back out. “I can’t. I’m gonna cry. I have midterms. I can’t process this.”
Dick just grins. Grins.
“Little D made a flower garden for his girl. Guys. He’s in love.”
He turns to Damian, who looks like he’d rather spontaneously combust.
“Tell me you at least kissed her in here.”
Damian doesn’t answer.
But She walks in wearing a flower clip in her curls made from folded gold paper, smiling like she carries the sun in her chest.
So yeah.
They know.
The room stays.
Sometimes Cass sits in there and folds more blooms. Sometimes she brings music and sings while paints new petals.
Sometimes Damian just… sits in silence. Watching the light shift across the room he built for a girl who loves the very thing that makes her suffer.
He doesn’t believe in many things.
But he believes in her.
And now—
She has flowers that never make her cry.
Only smile.
I just noticed and it's breaking my heart so I'm going to point it out, while singing "What It Sounds Like" Mira and Zoey were fighting the other Saja Boys but Rumi was just walking towards Jinu and she was smiling at him. She wasn't going to fight him she was going to reach out to him again to try and save him.
And the lines she sings while looking straight at him as she's walking foreward through the battle are "Show me what's underneeth, I'll find your harmony. Fearless and unrefined, this is what it sounds like."
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