Where does he go?? | | Damian Wayne · Y/n story by @greenleaf505

Gotham’s evening light bled orange through the grime-streaked windows of Wayne Manor. Dust motes danced in the kitchen as Damian shrugged on his jacket, keys already in hand.

Bruce Wayne

looking up from the newspaper Going out again?

Damian Wayne

pauses, voice clipped I have errands.

Dick Grayson

grins from the counter where he’s pouring coffee Errands. Right. That’s what we’re calling it now?

Damian Wayne

jaw tight If you must know, I’m helping a friend.

Bruce Wayne

sets down the paper, eyes steady You’ve been helping this “friend” a lot lately. Nearly every evening.

Damian Wayne

meets his gaze, unflinching Is there a problem with that?

Dick’s grin widened, but something flickered in his eyes—curiosity, maybe concern. Bruce just studied his youngest son for a long moment.

Dick Grayson

Hey, no problem here. Just wondering when we get to meet this mysterious friend.

Damian Wayne

turns, heading for the door You don’t.

Bruce Wayne

Damian.

Damian Wayne

hand on the doorknob, back still turned I’ll be back before curfew.

The door clicked shut behind him. A moment of silence, then the distant growl of an engine firing up.

Dick Grayson

stares at the door Well. That was subtle.

Bruce Wayne

slowly folds his newspaper Get your jacket.