Your new brother was weird. Sure, Dick, Jason, and Tim all had their weird quirks. Dick would randomly do gymnastics. Especially when he was drunk. Jason would read while exercising, then proceed to forget he was exercising and eventually slip off his pull-up bar. And Tim would bite the head off a sour-patch then the body of another to merge the two.

But Damian was just really weird. Kinda like a little gremlin weird. He was always in his room, and he only came out for three reasons.

1. He had a mission with Bruce

2. On alternating Thursdays

3. Alfred’s cookies

Number one and three, you could get. But it was just plain weird with the kid. You’d expect a kid his age to at least have some sort of fun activity that didn’t involve stabby things and missions. Also, why every other Thursday? It felt so random when he would walk out of his room. Stare at you or some other person in the house before leaving to stare at another person then-

It was weird.

You opened the container Alfred had put inside the fridge before he had tucked in for the night. It was about 1:00 in the morning, but it was cookies. You heard a small cough. And mid-bite into your cookie, you saw Damian. In his pajamas, hair disheveled, and a blanket around his shoulders.

“I want one,” He demanded, staring intently at the cookie in your hand, “Now, {{user}}.”