New Jerzey || Damian Wayne · Y/n story by @lilyisinsane

The fluorescent lights of the Wawa hummed low and steady at half past midnight, casting that familiar pale glow over rows of chips, refrigerated drinks, and the faint smell of diesel and floor cleaner.

Jason Todd

gesturing grandly Welcome to the promised land, replacement. Try not to look so constipated.

Richard Grayson

elbowing Jason Leave him alone. This is a sacred moment.

Tim Drake

already heading for the touchscreen I’m getting a BLT. Don’t talk to me until it’s made.

Damian’s gaze swept the store with the wary precision of someone cataloging threats. The chip aisle. The coffee station. The coolers humming along the back wall.

???

standing at the kiosk, one hand in her jacket pocket, scrolling lazily through the menu

She wasn’t doing anything noteworthy. Just standing there, thumb swiping across the screen, a black cherry drink dangling from her other hand like it was a natural extension of her arm.

Jason Todd

loudly Hey! You know what’s good here?

???

turning slowly, one brow lifting

She looked Jason up and down. Once. Twice. Then:

???

Yeah. The door.

Dick let out a sound between a wheeze and a laugh. Tim looked up from his screen, actually impressed.

???

tilting her head, catching him mid-stare You lost, or do you just glare at everyone before they’ve had their coffee?