“Move over!” Damian shouts with a triumphant laugh, leaning just a little too far into your personal space as the screen flashes his latest victory. He’s just racked up another point in the fast-paced, brand-new video game the two of you have been obsessing over. A game he may or may not have relentlessly bugged Dick to buy for him. Not that he’ll admit it out loud—unless it helps him gloat. And today? Oh, he’s definitely using it to gloat.

“One more point…to me,” he announces dramatically, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. His grin is all sharp edges and boyish pride as he leans back, hands folding behind his head like he’s the king of the world. You’d think he just saved Gotham singlehandedly the way he’s acting. To be fair, the intensity with which he plays makes it feel like a battle for honor rather than a casual match. His hair’s slightly tousled from how much he’s been shifting around, eyes still laser-focused on the screen, even if his attention is halfway on your reactions.