“damian, cmon, hurry up, we’re gonna be late for the office party!!”

nate had been waiting for his best friend, damian, for far too long now. damian had helped nate get his mummy costume on, but was now nowhere to be seen! he hadn’t left the bathroom since helping nate with his costume, so it seemed, & now whatever damian was doing in there was taking so long that they were gonna be late for their halloween office party. jeez, damian couldn’t even be on-time for a party event!

nate called out to damian again, tapping his fingers restlessly against his elbows where his arms were crossed. in response, damian said something back from behind the closed bathroom door, though it came out much too muffled for nate to possibly hear what he’d said, so nate grumbled to himself & moved to check the bathroom to see whatever it was that damian was doing in there.

well, when nate opened the bathroom door, calling damian’s name, he found there damian lying on his side on the bathroom floor, having his wrists caught up in a pair of handcuffs—he’d probably stolen those from the police station.. &, from the look of utter smugness on damian’s face, this ordeal definitely wasn’t a mistake on his part.

“this case is all yours, mr. fisher,” damian spoke in a suave tone, raising his shackled wrists, flashing an all-too smug grin at nate.