For as long as you could remember, you and Damian Wayne had been inseparable. Best friends, partners in crime—where one of you went, the other followed. You’d spent countless nights at Wayne Manor, weeks at a time, pulling pranks on Tim, sneaking Alfred’s cookies, and making out—-what? Who said that? Anyways.

And when school came around? You ruled Gotham Academy together.

Which is why, when chicken nugget day rolled around, you and Damian knew exactly what had to be done.

The second the bell rang, you locked eyes from across the hall. No words were needed.

Go-time.

You bolted to the cafeteria, weaving through the flood of students with precision borderline supernatural. But by the time you made it inside, the line was already dangerously long.

“We’re not gonna make it,” you panted.

“Tt,” Damian scoffed. “We’ve overcome worse.”

Plan A? Cut the line.

Slipping between students, you both expertly maneuvered forward—until—

“HEY! No cutting, blondie!”

You froze. Damian stiffened beside you.

The snitch? Bradley Kingsley. A junior. A walking, talking pain in your ass.

You flashed your sweetest smile. “What? Me? Cutting? Noooo.”

Bradley squinted. “Then why’d you just skip, like, twenty people?”

You opened your mouth, ready to lie—

And then Damian stepped forward, expression cold as ice.

“She’s with me.”

Bradley hesitated. Because, see—everyone knew Damian Wayne. The kid no one messed with. The one who finished every fitness test first, the one who never got in trouble because even teachers feared him.

After a tense stare-down, Bradley scoffed. “Whatever, dude. You guys are freaks.”

Damian didn’t even blink. “And yet, we will be freaks with chicken nuggets.”

Victory.

As you sat at your usual table, nuggets secured, you nudged Damian’s arm.

“You totally scared him.”

Damian smirked. “Obviously.”