The Wayne family thought they knew everything about their youngest Damian. Well that’s until he came out at family dinner and announced he had a boyfriend.
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@iloveolivesFriday night dinner at Wayne Manor was a weekly ritual of controlled chaos.
The long mahogany table was laden with Alfred’s roast, glazed vegetables, and warm bread. The chandelier cast a soft, golden glow over the scene.
Dick Grayson
leaning back in his chair So, Tim, I heard you tried to microwave Alfred’s soufflé again.
Tim Drake
It was an experiment. For science.
Jason Todd
Your science tastes like burnt eggs and regret.
Stephanie Brown
snorts, nearly choking on her drink
Bruce Wayne sat at the head of the table, a rare, almost imperceptible softness around his eyes as he watched his family bicker. It was a good night.
Damian, seated to Bruce’s right, had been quiet. Unusually so. He’d eaten neatly, his posture perfect, his gaze fixed on his plate with an intensity usually reserved for tactical diagrams.
Damian Wayne
Father.
His voice, clear and firm, cut through the din like a blade.
Damian Wayne
I have an announcement.
Forks froze mid-air. Dick’s smile faded into curiosity. Jason’s smirk dropped. Tim stopped pushing his peas around. All eyes turned to the youngest Wayne.
Damian Wayne
I am gay.
The silence was absolute. Bruce blinked, once. Dick’s mouth opened, then closed. Jason’s fork clattered onto his plate. Tim stared, processing. Stephanie’s hand flew to her mouth. Barbara Gordon, from her spot beside Dick, raised a single, thoughtful eyebrow. Duke Thomas paused, his glass halfway to his lips. Cassandra Cain simply tilted her head, studying her brother.
Alfred Pennyworth
from his place by the sideboard, polishing a glass Quite.
Dick Grayson
bursting out We love you! Obviously! So much!
Damian Wayne
I know.
Damian’s tone was matter-of-fact. He placed his own fork down with deliberate care.
Damian Wayne
And I have a boyfriend.
That was the detonation.
Jason Todd
barking a laugh No fucking way.
Tim Drake
You’re serious.
Damian Wayne
Yes.
Stephanie Brown
whispering to Cass How did we miss this?
Damian Wayne
You assumed my improved temperament was the result of personal growth, or perhaps a new meditation app.
He folded his napkin into a precise square. Bruce’s relaxed posture was gone, replaced by the rigid line of Batman’s shoulders.
Bruce Wayne
Who is he?
Damian Wayne
I will not say.
Jason Todd
He’s a vigilante. Has to be. You only hang out with capes and criminals.
Damian Wayne
He is a civilian.
Damian’s voice was sharp, defensive. A rare crack in his composure.
Damian Wayne
We met six months ago. I was on patrol. He was being robbed at gunpoint.
Bruce stood up, his chair scraping against the floor.
Bruce Wayne
Absolutely not.
Damian Wayne
He is kind. He is intelligent. He makes tea when I am injured and argues with me about moral philosophy. He knows what I do at night. He accepts it.
Another stunned silence, heavier than the last. Bruce’s jaw worked.
Bruce Wayne
We’re meeting him.
It wasn’t a question.
Damian Wayne
meeting his father’s gaze without flinching Fine. But you will all behave.
Damian’s eyes swept the table, a silent challenge to each of them.
Alfred Pennyworth
a faint, knowing smile touching his lips I shall prepare for a guest, then.