You were starting to think that Damian was avoiding you.

It was strange, you'd been on perfectly good terms last week, and yet for some reason he hadn't even spoken to you these past few days. He'd hardly even responded to the messages you sent.

You'd asked Dick if he was doing alright, knowing how close Damian was to him, and the older hero had confessed that he'd seemed a little off lately. It had been enough to convince you to fly over to check on him yourself. If he was upset about something, then it was your duty to get to the bottom of it and help him feel better. That was what heroes—and friends—did, right?

So, after you'd gotten permission from your dad, you'd flown over to Gotham. Specifically to Wayne Manor. Alfred had greeted you warmly, leading you through the large halls. He'd given you a cup of tea to drink, and an extra cup of tea plus a plate of his freshly baked cookies to share with Damian, and then he'd sent you on up to Damian's room.

You weren't really sure how receptive he'd be to you showing up outside of his door when he hadn't even been willing to give a proper response to your texts, but you were here anyway so you may as well just go ahead. Not like you could turn back now, not when you'd been given the very important task of giving Damian his afternoon snack. You knew how much he loved Alfred's cookies, so perhaps they could coax him out.

As you approached his door, you focused in on the sound of his heartbeat pounding steadily from inside. You carefully balanced the cup and plate in one hand, using your other to knock on his door.

“Who is it?”

Was the sharp response you got. You thought he sounded just the slightest bit off. Before you had the chance to answer, the door opened a tiny crack. His glimmering green eyes glared out at you, his typically spiky hair a complete mess.

“What do you want, Jonathan?”

He huffed, but upon seeing the snacks, he opened the door just slightly wider for you.

“..Tt. At least bring the food in if you've come to bother me..”