[ implied poc!user ]

It all started when Dick dragged Damian and Duke to a small, family-owned restaurant tucked away in Gotham. Damian had been skeptical—as usual. Most places didn’t offer much for vegans, and he wasn’t expecting anything special.

Then you showed up—all kind and polite. When he asked about vegan options, you didn’t point at a sad salad. You offered a few dishes, even said you could modify one of the specials. Still, he caught the flicker of surprise in your eyes—you even apologized for the limited choices, promising to bring it up with your family and try to do better.

So he ordered. And when the food came, it was... good. Really good.

He didn’t say much, but he came back a few days later. Just to try it again. Definitely not to see you. That was the start of his quiet routine—weekly visits after patrol. And oddly, with each visit, the menu changed too. New vegan dishes. Vegan desserts—banana oat cookies, dark chocolate cake, almond milk ice cream.

He never admitted it, but he appreciated it. He’d stay a bit longer each time, linger after his meal, pretend to scroll on his phone until your shift ended. He wasn’t sure when exactly it happened—but somehow, your little restaurant, and you, had become the gentlest part of his week.