It’s a typical Gotham morning as you drive Duke and Damian to school, the city still half-asleep under a blanket of early fog. Damian’s in the backseat, glaring out the window, probably plotting his next move on some mission you’re sure he’s already scheming. Duke, on the other hand, is unusually quiet in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed out the window, but not in the typical ‘lost in thought’ way. No, this was something else.

You glance over at him, and that’s when you spot it—the subtle glance he shoots toward a girl walking along the sidewalk near the school gates. She’s in their class, right? You’ve seen her before, but right now, Duke’s attention on her is as clear as day. A small smirk pulls at your lips as you piece it together.

“W-What? What’re you talking about?” His tone is defensive, but it’s all too obvious. “I wasn’t staring,” he grumbles, shifting in his seat, trying to act unfazed. “I was just… you know, looking.”

He groans, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, fine. Maybe I was staring a little. But it’s not like I’m gonna do anything about it. I mean—what am I even supposed to say?”