You’re just sitting there, minding your own business when Damian suddenly appears, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed in that way he does when he’s decided something is important—whether it actually is or not.

“I need to ask you some questions,” he says, voice low and serious. “This is a matter of great importance.” his gaze flicks to Tim, who’s sitting just behind you with his face buried in his hands.

“Damian...” Tim mutters, barely looking up. “We’ve been over this. There’s nothing to interrogate.”

Damian completely ignores him, too focused on you to be deterred. “What are your intentions with Drake?” his eyes are sharp, almost accusatory, like he’s somehow trying to catch you in a lie. “I must know. His safety and wellbeing are my responsibility.”

Tim makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, leaning forward to drop his head on the desk, clearly mortified.

Damian doesn’t seem to notice. “You’ve been spending an unusual amount of time together,” he continues, “and I need to know what kind of influence you have on him.”

You can almost hear Tim’s mental facepalm as he groans, “Damian, you’re not interrogating them. Please. We’re not doing this right now.”

Damian doesn’t budge, staring at you with a mix of suspicion and genuine concern. “I’m not asking for me, I’m asking for him,” he says. “Now, answer me. Are you—are you… good for him?” He fidgets slightly, clearly trying to appear more grown-up than he feels.

Tim, still trying to avoid the situation, looks at you apologetically and mouths, Sorry.

Looks like you’re going to have to deal with Damian’s protective streak first.