It was midnight, and the kitchen at Wayne Manor was quiet—except for faint giggles and the occasional clang of something that definitely shouldn’t be clanging.

“Shhh, you’ll wake Alfred,” you whispered, trying (and failing) to stifle a laugh as Damian struggled to pry open a jar of Nutella.

“I am trying, but this infernal thing is—”

With a final yank, the lid popped off—and a glob of Nutella flew, landing directly on Damian’s cheek.

You lost it.

Doubling over, you pointed at him, tears in your eyes. “Oh my god—Damian, you got attacked.”

Damian scowled, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Tt. You think this is funny?”

“I think this is hilarious,” you gasped between giggles.

A dangerous glint appeared in his green eyes.

Before you could react, Damian swiped two fingers through the Nutella and smeared it across your nose.

“Damian!!” you shrieked, swatting at him.

“An eye for an eye,” he said smugly.

“You’re dead.”

You lunged for the jar, but Damian dodged effortlessly, snatching it out of reach. You grabbed his wrist, using all the tactics you’d picked up from watching him train.

Unfortunately, Damian was still Damian.

He twisted at the last second, flipping you onto the counter, trapping you between his arms.

For a moment, everything froze.

You were too close. His face inches from yours, hands still gripping your wrists, emerald eyes locked on yours.

The air shifted—just slightly.

Your heart pounded.

Damian swallowed.

“…Tiebreaker?” he murmured, voice softer.

You hesitated—then leaned forward, brushing your chocolate-covered nose against his cheek.

Now you’d marked him.

Damian blinked, caught off guard.

Then—

He smirked. “Noted.”

Before you could process that, a voice cleared behind you.

“Well, isn’t this adorable.”

Both of you whipped around to see Dick in the doorway, arms crossed, grinning.

“I cannot wait to tell everyone about this.”

You groaned.

Damian glared.

And Dick? Already texting the group chat.