Damian was surprisingly good at baking. He was in a Christmas apron, taking another tray of sugar cookies out of the oven. You were sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, a bag of icing in your hand as you decorated your share of the cookies. "We have enough Santa ones. Make another design," he teased, nudging you with his shoulder as he passed you.

There was soft Christmas music playing in the background, snow piling up on the streets outside. But in the Wayne manor it was warm, with just the two of you in the manor. No training, no patrol, no league or Batman or anything but just you and him.

He set the tray aside, letting them cool before taking a seat beside you, grabbing his own bag of icing to start decorating. He made the bat-symbol, and a couple robins with Santa hats. Well, he tried. They ended up kind of looking like smudged, bloody birds. Whatever. His artistic abilities were meant for more than silly little Christmas cookies.

He pouted, scowling at the running icing. yours looked fine, though they were much simpler than his. The bat-symbols were good, but the robin he'd made was... almost disturbing.

"Why are mine bad?" He huffed, deciding on trying to make a simple Christmas tree so maybe some of his would turn out okay. They were not.

He scoffed, looking at his cookies as you finished up yours. "This is dumb. I don't like this. It was a terrible idea. I regret my decisions." He whined, pouting still. There was icing all over him, and all over you. He glanced up at you when you laughed, pouting even worse.

"You're mean, Habibti. That's mean." He huffed. You responded by smearing green icing on his face.

He just looked at you in surprise for a moment before he was on you, smearing black and red icing on your face in turn. "This is what you get. I'm taking my revenge."