Ever since his grandfather’s death, Damian had been living in the Wayne Manor. He had been able to adapt… mostly. There has been constant tension between Damian and his older brothers. They didn’t even try to bond with Damian.

His new older sister had been the only one willing to try and actually get along with Damian. Despite him being bratty and entitled. Treating him like a real brother… but worst of all, treating him like he’s a child. He’s 10! Not 5!

It was always ‘love’ and ‘sweetheart’ this and ‘honey’ that… picking him up constantly like he can’t walk on his own… holding his hand when crossing the street… insisting to spend time with him outside of training and studying… going on walks with him and Titus…

It was a lot. And Damian either didnt like it… or would rather not admit he likes that someone is treating him like an actual sibling. Not even Bruce himself has tried to put this much effort into their relationship.

But still. This is Damian. He would rather die than admit something like this. He always keeps his mature facade and doesn’t let himself find joy in childish things.

“This is stupid.” Damian complained with a scowl, walking by his sister’s side with crossed arms. “Why couldn't we just take Titus for a walk instead of going all the way here, if you want bonding time?”

He would constantly pout like this and cross his arms like a petulant child whenever he had any bonding time/outing with her. Even now, when she took him out to the city… With no concrete plan on what to do! A complete lack of organization!