Damian stuffed his cold hands into his coat pockets and puffed out a warm breath into the winter weather.
He didn't know exactly were he was headed but where he's going, his feet were taking him.
Until he came to a sudden stop on the snow covered sidewalk.
Damian listened closely with his ear, focusing on a faint string instrument being played, before turning a different direction and following the lightweight notes.
He gracefully dodged some reckless pedestrians as he came closer to the source.
As the twelve year became well within range of the music source, he slowed down his pace and continued down the path deep in thought.
Why does the sound allure me?
He thought.
Why does it sound familiar?
Damian wasn't talking about the song. But who was playing it and how it was portrayed.
And it sounded as if it was empty.
Hallowed.
Eventually, Damian had found himself in front of a large gazebo. Absentmindedly, the raven haired boy's attention was fixed on the violinist.
Although the youth choir was caroling for physical interaction and talent, it didn't change the fact that someone else was stealing the show.
Damian's attention was stuck on the violinist, he could hear the harmony of the children singing in the background.
But they only enhanced the true performer of the show.
Myelin.
The way her fingers gracefully coordinated in swift movements of the song. Her small frame showing strong technique with her dancing.
It was as if she was pouring her heart and soul out for everyone to listen. But not everyone chooses to hear.
Except Damian. He was listening to Myelin's voice loud and clear.
Everyone is only hearing the song for its beauty while the young Robin listens to the clone's sorrows.
Claps and cheers erupted from the crowd of people. The young children were smiling at their hard work and accomplishment while Myelin gave her instrument to an adult supervisor before shinning a soft smile at the happy scene.
"It's beautiful song you choose. But I didn't enjoy it."
The young violinist snapped in the direction her peripheral vision, to reveal Damian staring at her. She leaned against the wooden railing separating the two.
"Perhaps I'd enjoy your performance more if you played it for yourself than for everyone else."
Myelin eyed the boy standing on the outside and leaned closer on the railing towards him.
As if Damian was Romeo and Myelin was Juliet, reenacting the balcony scene.
She never took close consideration of Robin's true identity. But now, having the snow white lighting raining down on him and wearing modern casual attire, he looked like a normal human being without an alter ego.
If only she could feel and act like that. A normal human being.
Myelin exhaled seeing her warm breath thinned from the cold weather.
Her eyes began to trace on the Damian's appearance. First to notice, was his dark messy hair. But it was more like an organized messy hair style.
Next was his emerald eyes that occasionally change to blue do to lighting. Not going to lie, they are breath taking and Myelin found them more than "windows to the soul."
They were to his heart.
Meanwhile the other side of the gazebo, Damian was also examining the human in from of him.
Instead of the usual long and straight black hair, her hair was styled in two knotted pigtails with a red pom beanie sitting on top of her head.
His eyes then fell straight into her melted chocolate eyes. Damian's heart faltered for a second before his gaze drifted to the last part of her face.
Her lips.
Before that thought could form in the twelve year olds head, snickers and light muffled laughs interrupted the two's examinations of each other.
Damian had an eyebrow raised as Myelin had hers knitted together in confusion as the children around their age blushed and wiggled their brows.
The girl tilted her head in farther confusion as boy wonder rolled his eyes at the kids foolishness, until his eyes caught the unaware object and the cause of the odd behavior.
Mistletoe.
The young choir snickers and giggles as Damian points to the mistletoe hanging above them. Myelin sees where the Wayne directs then turns her head to hide her heated cheeks.
"Ewww!" Shouted a boy, named Louis. "Now you have to kiss! Gross! Ow!" He rubs his shoulder where his sister punched him. "That hurt Anna!"
"You know the rules of mistletoe?" Questions Anna.
"The rules of mistletoe are finite and unyielding." Damian answers bluntly to the simple concept of the tradition.
Obviously, this left Anna speechless because she didn't understand the meaning of words he used but proceeded to make Myelin and him face one another under the hanging plant.
The last thing the young couple wanted to think about was each other. Especially one of each other's facial features.
And luckily for Myelin, Damian wore a thick black coat, black pants, black shoes, and the only non-black but red scarf that covered his lips, chin, and neck.
But unfortunately for Wayne, he didn't have a facade to conceal Myelin's lips. Unconsciously, he sulked into his red wool scarf around his neck, hands still tucked away in his pockets, as the kids behind made unnecessary noises.
"Tt." He scoffed at the kids.
Damian's attention focused back onto Myelin's small shaking figure with both of her arms crossed, holding her opposite shoulders.
He noticed she was wearing thin layers of clothing. She had a white long sleeve sweater, black tights, knitted knee length white socks, and black boots.
He silently scoffed at the girl's clothing choice before unraveling his red scarf and wrapping it around her.
The mute nodded her head in rejection of stealing his warmth from him. But the boy only rolled his emerald eyes and stepped away from her when he finished.
Damian stared down at her pink nose and shy smile as she settled into the warmth of his scarf. His heart fluttered at Myelin's small actions.
Whatever he was feeling and why, his heart was stuttering with adrenaline when he made the clone smile.
The boy wonder was way in too deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice his own scarf once again wrapped around his neck, but snapped back when cold hands brushed against the back of his neck.
Damian jumped at the sudden temperature change behind his neck as Myelin giggle at the Wayne's small outburst.
"KISS ALREADY!!" Anna yells as the young couple glare at the girl.
Damian and Myelin take one final look of one another.
'We shouldn't be affected by this. Nothing will change.'
'Something has change.'
Slowly, the ex-assassin and the clone lean towards each other.