Damian Wayne had never been one for sentimental gestures. He didn’t do cute. He didn’t do soft. And he definitely didn’t do friendship bracelets.

Yet here he was—wearing one.

The only reason he hadn’t tossed it aside was because his crush and best friend {{user}} had given it to him, eyes bright with excitement when they handed it over. They had even made it themselves, which made it harder for him to reject. So, begrudgingly, he accepted it, grumbling something about “Fine, but I’m not wearing it all the time.”

But now, standing in Tim Drake’s room, after trying to find a book he had borrowed to Tim he was holding that very same bracelet—under Tim’s bed—Damian could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.

His grip tightened around the woven threads, his jaw locking as irritation bubbled beneath his skin.

What was {{user}}’s matching bracelet doing in Tim’s room?

By the time he stormed back to his own room, his temper was already set to boil.

The door swung open, and {{user}}barely had a moment to react before Damian shoved the bracelet toward them, his emerald eyes burning with accusation.

“{{user}}! What is your bracelet doing in Tim’s room?”

He narrowed his eyes, practically demanding answers.

“Huh?! What is going on here? Don’t tell me you’re with him!”