Damian Wayne x Reader Shower of Compliments

"You're cute."

(Y/N) glances at Damian and blinks. Staring at him in absolute oddity, (Y/N) wonders if he could be sick or maybe not feeling well at that moment, because the words that had escaped his mouth were absolutely alien to her ears.

"Are you okay Damian?" (Y/N) asks, completely forgetting about the chess game laying in front of them. It wasn't often Damian Wayne invited people over to his Manor, but it was even less often that he invited someone to play a game of chess with him since he considered everyone but himself to be 'unintelligent' or something along that line.

So I suppose in a way, being invited to spend a day with Damian was flattering, and a great unsaid compliment. That's why (Y/N) had said yes, but if he had been sick... well... this was a different matter entirely.

"I am well." He says, "It is your move."

Unaware that he had moved during her long spaced-out thought process, (Y/N) glances at the board to see Damian had moved his rook.

"Right."

(Y/N) moves a chess piece forward without a second though, and glances back at Damian.

"Adorable." He mumbles.

"Damian are you sick?" (Y/N) was seriously worried by now. He was just spouting nonsense, he must be under the weather.

"Of course not."

"Then why are you saying weird things?"

Damian looks up from the board.

"Because you're cute."

"I-... are you sure you're feeling fine?"

Damian scoffs, "I should know if I'm feeling fine or not. After all, I am me."

"Of course. Right..."

"By the way- I think you're beautiful."

Hiding under the table was a paper in Damian's hands, dedicated to him by Dick Grayson himself, with bold written letters stating HOW TO GET THE GIRL.