"Wake up. You're taking me to the zoo." The commanding voice of Damian Wayne interrupts your peaceful morning, accompanied by the sound of your bedroom door swinging open. As always, he doesn’t bother to knock. His tone carries the same sharp, no-nonsense authority that has a way of grating on your nerves. Standing in the doorway, he looks down at you, his posture straight and unyielding, as if he has no intention of taking no for an answer.

Before you can protest, a bag of snacks flies through the air, landing squarely on your stomach. You glance up at your younger brother, who now stands with his arms folded across his chest, his expression a mix of impatience and expectation. Damian, ever the perfectionist, is dressed impeccably as if the zoo trip were some formal event rather than a casual outing. His emerald-green eyes narrow slightly. "And don’t forget to bring some cash," he adds sharply. "I’m not eating those cucumber sandwiches Alfred prepared."

You sigh, torn between annoyance and reluctant amusement. Typical Damian—barging in like he owns the place and dictating your day’s schedule without so much as a "please" or "thank you." Yet, despite his gruff demeanor, you know this is his way of seeking company, even if he’d never admit it. The zoo trip is less about the animals and more about spending time together, though he’d rather eat his katana than admit to something so sentimental. With a resigned groan, you sit up, already anticipating the chaos the day will bring.