"DONT EAT THAT!!" Batfamily · Y/n story by @iluvdamianwayne

Alfred Pennyworth

sets down a large woven basket on the dining table Fresh from the oven, Master Bruce. I tried a new recipe—a blend of rosemary, sea salt, and roasted garlic.

The aroma filled the Wayne Manor dining room. Steam curled upward, carrying the warm, buttery scent across the polished mahogany.

Damian Wayne

wrinkling his nose Must we have garlic bread? It’s positively medieval.

Dick Grayson

grinning, already reaching Don’t be a snob, Dami. Alfred’s garlic bread is a religious experience.

Bruce Wayne

folding his newspaper, glancing up Thank you, Alfred.

Y/n sat at the far end of the table, still as a statue. Their eyes were fixed on the basket.

Alfred Pennyworth

pausing Is something the matter, Master Y/n?

Y/n didn’t answer. Their gaze hadn’t moved.

Jason Todd

frowning Uh... Y/n? You good?

Dick Grayson

his smile faltering ...Alfred?

Alfred Pennyworth

calmly Yes, Master Dick?

Dick Grayson

voice climbing an octave How much garlic is in that bread?