Scary twins in mansions. Everyone has seen the movies, everyone knows the trope. The people in Wayne mansion just lived it.

You and Damian were the quiet, deadly, murderous twins that haunted the premise. Bruce was pretty sure both of you were some sort of weird telepathic beings that could snap at any second. As of now you were both sitting up in one of the trees in the garden.

"...How angry do you think father would be if we burned down the school?" Damian asked, glaring down at his homework. "Why on earth do I need to write an essay about this country's government? I could summarize it into one word, Shit. What is Mr. Johnson expecting?"