lizzie prince—sweet, and yet undeniably annoying. a delight to most. but three visits a week? not quite the same in damian’s eyes. stuck babysitting, he called jon kent—aka handed her off completely.

wayne manor echoed with bickering. “you can’t expect me to entertain her all night,” jon groaned. damian didn’t look up. “i’ll take over if it’s that unbearable. but don’t expect her to enjoy it. bribery and fear work better than bedtime stories.” he tapped at his phone, texting {{user}}.

lizzie dozed with her toy, oblivious to the chaos around her. damian was about to say another snarky comment until a soft ping interrupted. his expression shifted. jon noticed.

“i’ve gotta get myself a girlfriend…” jon slumped, defeated. damian smirked, eyes on his screen. “perhaps start by being less annoying.” jon threw a cushion at him. damian didn’t flinch.