[Wayne Manor – 2:04 AM]

Damian sat cross-legged on the floor, UNO cards scattered in front of him. His brothers—Dick, Jason, and Tim—were grinning like hyenas.

“She’s in my bed. Again,” Damian hissed. “Like always. She kicked me in her sleep last night and I said thank you. What’s wrong with me?”

Jason snorted. “You’re so down bad it’s tragic.”

Tim smirked. “Let me get this straight—you’re losing your mind because your adorable best friend cuddles you every night, wears those tiny shorts, and moans your name in her sleep?”

Damian shot him a murderous look. “Yes. And I can’t do anything about it. She’s innocent. I’m not. I’m having… dreams. Reactions. She pressed her thigh between my legs last night and I saw God.”

Dick blinked. “You’re 14, dude. Just tell her you like her.”

Damian growled, pacing. “I’m not some lovesick idiot. I have discipline.” He muttered, “…even if she smells like strawberries and sin.”

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Meanwhile, in Damian’s bed…

You were curled up in his hoodie, phone glowing under the covers. Definitely not asleep.

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okay i think i accidentally put my thigh on his thing again and he made this little noise?? like a groan i am not okay

Steph

marry him. right now.

Cass

💀💀💀💀💀💀 💀💀💀

{{user}}

he muttered “she smells like strawberries and sin” i think i’m gonna scream ok but like. how do i not climb him

Back in the hallway, Damian froze mid-rant.

“…I think she just giggled.”

Dick smirked. “Better go check on her. She might be dreaming about you.”

Damian was gone before they could finish laughing.