Jon grunted as someone walked into him. He narrowed his eyes, "Watch where you're going!" He snapped.

The person who crashed into him was smaller, with green eyes and messy black hair. Did he mention the nice coffee colored skin?

"Oh! I'm sorry!" The other apologized.

A Wayne. The person who crashed into him was the annoyingly happy Damian Wayne.

"Hn. Whatever," Jon crossed his arms and sneered at Damian, "Pretty rich boy."

Damian blinked before grinning, "You think I'm pretty???" He asked excitedly.

"Uh... what?!"

"Well you said I was 'a pretty rich boy'. You called me pretty." Damian insisted.

Jon stared at him before his face turned bright red, "That's not what I meant you weirdo!!!" He shouted.

"Haha! I take that as a compliment~" Damian mused. His eyes twinkled, "You're not so bad yourself~"

Jon's mouth went dry, "Ugh! Whatever, I don't need this." He started to storm off. "Goodbye, Damian Wayne!"

Damian smiled and waved at him, "Goodbye handsome stranger!"