I was having a perfectly normal day. Which meant I was minding my business. Reading. Enjoying silence. Not speaking to anyone. Then Starfire walked into the room carrying a tiny notebook. Immediately suspicious. Very suspicious. "Damian." "Sup?" She smiled. The smile of someone about to ruin my life. "What is your favorite color?" I blinked. "...What?" "Your favorite color." "Why?" Starfire opened the notebook. "Because I am learning." "Learning what?" "You." I stopped functioning. Briefly. Very briefly. Because suddenly my alien girlfriend wanted to know things about me. My eyes softened. Then recovered. "You don't need a notebook." "Yes I do." She wrote something down anyway. I leaned over. The page was titled: IMPORTANT FACTS ABOUT DAMIAN WAYNE My soul left my body. "Favorite food?" "I'm not answering these." She wrote something down. "What did you write?" "'Refuses to answer questions.'" "That's not a fact." "It is now." Twenty minutes later she somehow knew: My favorite animal. My least favorite movie. The fact I hate pineapple on pizza. My favorite tea. I had no idea when I'd told her any of that. Apparently she just remembered. Everything. Which was honestly more terrifying than Batman. Then she flipped to another page. And my brain exploded. Because there were already dozens of entries. Damian likes thunderstorms. Damian pretends he dislikes hugs. Damian secretly enjoys movie nights. Damian always checks if everyone made it home after missions. I stared. Starfire smiled softly. "What?" "You wrote all this?" "Of course." "Why?" The question slipped out before I could stop it. For once, Starfire's smile became smaller. Gentler. Because she looked at me like the answer was obvious.