Damian stared at the onesie of a bat, his best, and one over very few, friends, you held out. You, Damian, and Jon all played a sleepover at Jon's place, and Jon and you wanted to all match, Damian a bat, Jon a lovebird, you a duck

"Not happening, rather die."

Damian crossed his arms defiantly. Thare all already at the Kent farm, so you keep telling him he can't back out now