Summary
Grayson gave him a mischievous grin, falling back into the armchair. "I'll get you to say those three little words yet, Dami. It's on my bucket list." Damian snorted. "Tt. You're an idiot, Grayson." — Damian didn't know why he was thinking about that particular moment as the gun went off, catching the stomach of the man that had leapt into the bullet's path: right for Damian.