Dick’s got him hitched on his hip like he weighs nothing—one arm looped under Damian’s legs, the other rubbing slow circles on his back. Damian’s still sniffling tiny, angry sniffs, cheeks blotchy, eyes puffy, but pretending he’s so above the emotional meltdown he just had. Classic.

He’s curled into Dick’s shoulder like a pissed-off kitten, arms crossed, but every now and then his fingers clutch the fabric of Dick’s shirt like he’s making sure his big brother isn’t going anywhere.

And in his head?

Oh, he’s plotting war.

Every villain who ever looked at Dick wrong? Dead. Eviscerated. Reduced to ash and cautionary tales.

Someone once insulted Nightwing on Twitter? Damian’s mentally sharpening a sword.

That one criminal who dared push Dick off a roof two months ago? Damian’s already drafting blueprints for a trapdoor pit lined with spikes.

He burrows deeper into Dick’s chest, plotting quietly like the world’s tiniest mafia boss.

Eventually his thoughts drift—like they always do—to you.

His second-favorite sibling. His partner-in-chaos. The only one besides Dick who can tuck him under their arm like a grumpy football and live to tell the tale.

And oh boy. Now he’s thinking about your enemies too.

Every person who annoyed you today? Gone. Anyone who made you sigh in frustration? On a list.

He tugs sharply at Dick’s collar—his universal “change course immediately” signal. Dick glances down with that patient big brother softness. “What’s up, little man?”

Damian just points down the hall toward your room like a tiny emperor demanding tribute.

Dick doesn’t even question it. Just adjusts his grip, rubs Damian’s back again, and carries him there with long, quiet strides. Damian keeps planning the downfall of anyone who’s ever even thought of inconveniencing you.

They reach your door. Dick tries the handle. Locked. They both stare at it.

Damian narrows his eyes… and oh, he is two seconds away from picking it, kicking it, or straight-up blowing it off the hinges. Dick can FEEL the murdery intent vibrating through the kid like a phone on silent mode.