Damian couldn't understand why Bruce and Dick were so obsessed all of a sudden.
If it wasn't for your little tantrum making you storm out of the house, no one would've noticed you leaving.
And he knew Jason and Tim thought the same.
The day you were forced here Dick had insisted that they'd talk to you.
The first day you came, Dick interrupted him taking care of Batcow to tell him to invite you to hang out.
During movie night, it was obvious your mind was somewhere else.
He just didn't understand why they had to interact with you, you were okay with just living with Miguel, why were you forced to be with them?
He decided to investigate further.
He made his way to the kitchen, passing by the hallway.
He noticed the newly placed pictures of you.
They were very clearly from your and your friend's social media, he recognized them from when he stalked stumbled upon you and your friend's socials.
In one photo in which Miguel was next to you, he was edited out, leaving an awkward space next to you.
As he got closer to the kitchen, he could hear you and Dick arguing.
He looked over the corner of the doorway in order to not get caught by either of you.
Your spidey senses went slightly off at that, but you ignored it, assuming it was coming from Dick.
Dick held the guitar, which was coated in stickers "Who's is this?"
You glared at him and put your hands on your hips "It's my friend's."
Dick raised an eyebrow at that "why did he even come here yesterday?"
"nunya." you tried reaching for the guitar, only for him to put it in the air, making it impossible for you to grab it
"c'mon birdie, I know you can do better than that!" Dick teased, swaying the guitar back and forth
"Don't call me that." you jumped to try and reach it and accidentally hit the counter, which made a stack of books hit the vase, domino-style.
Which in turn made a vase start to fall.
Before Damian could process it, the vase hit him on the head and shattered.
"watch it!" Damian exclaimed.
You and dick turned your heads to look at him.
You watched as Dick opened his mouth to speak, and quickly took your chance.
You kicked the back of his knees, which made him fall, and grabbed the guitar swiftly.
"bitch." you walked away, holding the guitar triumphantly
Dick sat down in shock for a moment before checking up on Damian.
"Are you alright?" Dick helped Damian up from the floor.
Damian dusted himself off "I'm fine."
Dick kept talking to him, but his voice faded out as Damian got an idea.
if he couldn't tell why Dick and Bruce were obsessed with you, he'll go straight to the source.
Damian burst into your room.
You were blasting music while journaling.
It was then he took a look at your clothes.
You were wearing an outfit he distinctly remembers you not owning.
You were wearing a red sweater, one that showed up in one of your friend's social media posts.
After a minute or two of awkward silence, you finally spoke up. "do you need anything?"
"you hurt me. Apologize." he crossed his arms in a sort of way that reminded you of Bruce
"alright. I'm sorry. Happy?" you stared at him blankly
"I'll forgive you if we socialize together." he had a poker face on, but you could tell he was slightly nervous.
You closed your journal "All alright, I'll hang out with you."
Damian looked confused like he didn't expect you to agree so fast
"I'm bored anyways, might as well. Where do you wanna go?" you got up from your bed and leaned against the wall, staring at Damian.
"Well, if you insist on this, we could go out to shop," Damian smirked
You stretched and started making your way towards your closet "All alright, just give me like 30 minutes to get ready.
"He made his way out your door.
You took a good 10 minutes choosing an outfit before deciding on one you wore once when you went to Peni's birthday, along with a friendship bracelet she made you.
You got started on your hair and makeup, not caring about the time you were taking.
You knew Damian was very punctual about time, but you didn't care.
As you were mid-way through, the door banged open and Damian barged in.
"hurry up." he glared at you
"hold on, I'm almost done." you lied
He grew impatient and started looking around your room. You couldn't fully blame him; it's a household full of detectives, obviously, they were all nosey.
He looked at one of your walls, which had a lot of pictures of you and your friends.
In one of them, you were carrying a sleeping girl. She looked around his age and was wearing a sweater of yours. Her black short hair was braided, like how yours was in the picture.
In another frame, you and all your friends were at a birthday party. He assumed it was yours, the way you had a party hat on and everyone was around you.
In some pictures you weren't even in them.
There was a couple where they were centered around a blonde-haired girl and a boy with the biggest doe eyes.
In one picture, you were all playing in a band someplace where Bruce would never let you step foot in.
"Those are my friends," you spoke, still doing your hair "I feel like you'd get along with them."
"TT as if." he scoffed, moving onto a jewelry box on the side of your vanity.
He opened it and saw a lot of themed jewelry, mostly based on spider people.
Some weren't themed, like a pair of earrings he was now holding in his hands.
You spoke up, still sitting at the vanity "Oh Can you pass me those? I feel like it's gonna complete my outfit."
He walked up to you and handed you the earrings and watched as you put them on.
Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.
A bunch of crochet plushes on your bed.
They were themed, yet again.
You saw him staring at them"They were based on some people I know. If you want I can ask Gwen to make you one?"
Damian looked at you, slightly confused "Why would I need a plush? That is highly immature. especially since-"
You cut him off. "if this is about them being spider people I could ask her to make a robin plush."
Damian nodded at you, in a way that was so serious it made you chuckle.
Damian was growing impatient. You were taking a long time to get ready.
He walked up to you "Are you done?" he was cartoonishly thumping the floor with his foot like a certain cartoon rabbit.
"Almost, I swear!" you grabbed the perfume on your vanity and sprayed yourself.
Damian was standing next to where you were sitting, and you took that as a sign to put some of your perfume on him.
As soon as you did, he started having a coughing fit.
"what was that?!" he kept coughing and trying to wave the smell away.
You tilted your head in confusion "I thought you wanted some?"
"why would I want some of your perfume?!" his coughing fit slowed down, he was obviously dramatizing it
"oh c'mon, it wasn't that serious!" you got up and grabbed your keys.
You started making your way out your door before remembering you didn't have your purse, which had your phone and wallet.
"Dami," you said in a sing-songy voice "could you grab my purse? It's on my nightstand."
He made sure you didn't see his smile at the nickname as he made his way to your nightstand and took note of the picture frame next to your bed.
It was of all your friends + you huddled up together. You all had a birthday hat on and you had a sash that said "birthday girl".
He knew it was probably from the same birthday he saw in another picture frame earlier.
He grabbed your bag and handed it to you, relieved he was finally gonna make his way to the mall with you.
You guys made your way to the parking garage with all the cars anyone could ask for.
You picked a car, one of which you bought yourself and picked out with Miguel.
It was your favorite color.
"All alright Damian, I'll grab the car seat for you." you joked and tried to look as serious as possible
"wait what?" he watched as you went into the trunk and grabbed a princess car seat fit for a toddler.
You bought it a while ago for car rides with Mayday.
"Alright, get on." you pat the car seat, indicating for Damian to get on.
Damian pouted "I'm much too old for that"
"Are you sure? The car seat says it works until the kid is 8, you're 7 so it's fine." you tried to hide your smirk
Damian glared at you, obviously annoyed. "I am not 7! I'm 14!"
"right....." it was getting harder for you to not laugh
"I'm serious!" his voice cracked midway through the sentence, making you burst out laughing.
His face turned a little red "It's not funny!"
"You're right, I'm sorry." you were trying to calm yourself down, only to laugh out loud really loud again.
Damian tried to suppress his laughter as well, only to let out a chuckle.
"get in loser, we're going shopping." you sat down in the driver's seat and he sat down in the passenger seat.
It was silent for a moment...until you looked at Damian and started laughing for no reason.
Damian looked around confused "What's so funny?"
You tried to calm yourself down and failed "I don't know!"
You only stopped when Alfred heard what sounded to him like a hyena laughing, and went to check out the garage.
As soon as he heard the laughter coming from the car, he made his way to your windows.
As soon as you noticed him, you stopped laughing.
"master damian and mistress Y/N, where are you going?"
You glared at him, annoyed. "out to do errands."
"May I tag along? I too have errands to run. I have to-" You cut him off by pulling up the window and turning on your music.
You could see Alfred trying to talk to you, but you just put on your sunglasses and drove out.
Damian was shocked, he couldn't believe you would do that.
You blasted your music and sang and danced along, to him it felt like a scene straight out of a girly 2000s movie.
He noticed how your keys had an AraĂąa-themed keychain.
The fuzzy dice on the driver's mirror.
The bedazzled steering wheel.
There was some trash on the floor of the passenger seat.
He could see that in the backseats there was a coloring book and random stray crayons.
The car door next to him had a bunch of stickers everywhere.
In the back seat, there was half a broken drumstick.
There was a broken guitar string somehow tied up in a bow and left on the other seat.
There were random traces of paint everywhere.
"why is it so dirty in here?" he looked at you, slightly concerned about how you were driving so well despite putting on lipgloss at the same time.
"I wouldn't call it dirty, it's just chaos. Controlled chaos." you put away your lipgloss and kept driving "Put in a new CD, I'm bored of this album."
He reached into the glove compartment and immediately noticed a ton of snacks falling out of the compartment.
"oh yeah, just ignore that. I keep those just in case," you said
"In case of what?" Damian asked, still somewhat shocked at the amount of snacks and drinks that somehow fit in there
"in case anyone wants some. If you want you can have some. There are some vegan options in there, I think." you pulled out a mascara tube and started doing your lashes.
Damian then pulled out a bag of veggie chips and started eating them.
"well? are you going to get the CD or not?" you questioned, nudging him playfully.
"I can't see them." he pointed out
You waved your hand at him "You have to dig in deep, you'll find it somewhere."
He hesitated before digging and trying to look for it.
A portable DVD player, a bunch of DVDs, at least 16 business cards from random small businesses, 7 types of nail polish, 2 iPods, an iPad, 4 random band shirts, a deflated soccer ball, an empty wallet, 6 different chargers (4 of which were broken beyond repair), 5 lipglosses, 2 friendship bracelets, and finally some CDs.
"how does all of this fit in this tiny compartment?" he looked at you, concerned yet again.
"hammerspace." you said, casually
Damian looked at you blankly "What?"
"don't even worry about it." you went back to driving.
He pulled out a random one and handed it to you.
"oh, awesome! I love this album!" you placed it in the CD player.
"Why do you even use CDs? I'm sure Father could get you a new car with a working music player." Damian said, putting everything back in the glove compartment.
"I like it better like this. This car has memories and I've owned some of those cd's since I was in elementary. I just think they're neat!" you took a sip of a random drink you found in your car.
Damian raised an eyebrow at that. He didn't remember you bringing that into the car.
"I found this random water bottle here. It's either me or Margos, and it's probably 4 weeks old," you said, as if you read his mind.
you took another sip. "on second thought, this is probably Gwens."
When you guys finally got to the mall, you got to work on your errands.
You grabbed your crumpled-up paper shopping list "Alright, first we need to go to a craft store."
"Why do we need to go to a craft store?" he asked, still eating the veggie chips from earlier
"Because," you grabbed a shopping cart "I need to grab a couple of things."
As you guys made it to the crafts store, you got an idea.
"Damian," you pointed to the cart "get in the cart."
"What?" he raised an eyebrow
"Are you serious? I can't do that!" he argued
You put your hands on your hips "I don't care. Get in the cart."
"I will not! This is foolish behavior!" he stomped
You ignored him and picked him up like a cat and placed him in the cart.
You ignored his protests and kept shopping.
After a minute or two he calmed down.
You went to the art aisle and didn't know what supplies to get Miles.
"it was a good thing I brought you, I know basically nothing about what types of markers there are." You handed Damian two options.
"well don't know, I don't use those types of materials." he handed them back
"shit. Well, I'll just get all of them." you put one of each type of marker and strolled away, cart in hand.
You made your way to the sticker aisle and immediately put a ton of stickers in the cart as well.
"Why do you need so many?" Damian asked, picking up one of the sticker packs which was Vocaloid-themed.
"Because you can never have too many stickers!" you put more in the cart and strolled away again.
By the time you got to the checkout aisle, all the things you bought made you look like one of the people from the math problems.
The cashier looked at you a bit crazy but stopped when he saw you pull out a black card.
As soon as you both made your way out the door, you dragged Damian towards a music store.
You picked out some more CDs for you and some albums for your friends.
a Babymetal album for Peni, a Frank Ocean one for Miles, the Ramones one for Hobie, Daisy and the Scouts for Gwen, and a Sza album for Margo.
You dragged Damian to other stores, most of which he hated.
To cheer him up, you decided to take him to a store you knew most 14-year-old boys liked.
"Damian look at these!" you handed him an invincible comic
"TT. they're just books." he put it back in its place.
You scoffed and kept looking at the comics
"Oh my gosh! They have a limited edition Gwenpool comic! I've been looking for this everywhere!" you held it up in the air dramatically
You could tell he was pretending to be unamused. He kept looking around.You placed your Gwenpool comic in the cart
"Is this an X-Men comic? I've seen Miles read them, he says they're good."
You saw Damian perk up immediately and grab it out of your hands.
Usually, you'd be upset at his bad manners, but he looked at the comic with such childlike wonder he looked 7 years old again.
Sure, back when both of you were younger he'd threaten you and go out of his way to ignore you, but who didn't?You felt a weird sort of nostalgia.
You shook that thought away and kept looking at the comics.
By the time you guys left the bookstore, you guys had a lifetime supply of manga and comics.
"Okay, we should head back to the manor."
"it's still early? It's not even lunchtime?"
"you need your naptime, you keep yawning"
"I am not," he said, suppressing a yawn
You held his hand while making your way to the car, a force of habit from holding Peni's.
He stared at your hands" Why are you holding my hand?"
You chuckled, letting go "Sorry, force of habit."
He ignored how he missed that small sign of affection.
You both put your things in the trunk. You guys ran out of space and had to put some things in the backseat.
You guys sat down and you played your music.
After a couple of moments, Damian fell asleep.
When you guys finally got to the manor, Damian was half asleep, pretending to be fully asleep.
You smiled and started grabbing all the bags.
You picked him up and carried him out of the passenger seat princess-style and made your way to his room, ignoring Alfred trying to ask about your day.
You ran into Alfred the cat, remembering how you completely forgot he existed.
The last time you saw him, you were around 14 and Damian taught him to avoid you.
Despite how many times you'd try to pet the cat, it'd run away.
You continued to place Damian in his bed and tuck him in.
You kissed him on the forehead, accidentally leaving a lipgloss stain.
You started placing down the bags full of the things he bought, not realizing you accidentally left one of your bags in his room.
You walked out of his room, not noticing his small smile.
Now he understood why dick and Bruce liked you.
You were in your room putting your things away.
You were also putting the things you bought for your friends into gift bags.
It took a while for you to notice you were missing your Gwenpool comics and the manga you bought for Peni.
By the time you noticed, Damian barged into your room yet again.
"you forgot something." he handed you the bag, it had the things you were looking for.
"oh thank you!" you skimmed through the comic, taking in the new book smell.
He hopped onto your bed and looked at one of the plushes on your bed.
It was different from the other ones, which were all different variations of spider people, this one was a red robot.
It sort of reminded him of the robots from Evangelion.
He rolled around in your bed for a bit before sitting up.
You spoke up, finishing up folding your laundry "We should do something."
"I don't know. Oh my gosh! We should go picnicking!"
"we can cook and bake! I'm kinda hungry anyways."
You guys made your way to the kitchen, you grabbed your cookbook.
It was badly covered in glitter and decorated like a burn book.
As soon as you placed it down on the counter, Damian looked at you confused.
"what is it?" you asked, opening the book.
"why is it covered in glitter?"
"can a girl not be filled with joy and whimsy?"
"I have an idea! We both make dishes and share them at the park."
Damian then started making his meal, and you made one of your own.
After an hour or two, you both had everything prepared.
You made a few drinks and meals for you and Damian. You also packed some chips just incase he didn't want the food you made.
You both got in your car and left for the park
You lay on the blanket, admiring the bright blue sky.
You pointed to a random cloud "that cloud kind of looks like a butt."
"You're childish." he laid down next to you.
"what do you think it looks like then?" you asked
"...I think it looks like a cat." he pointed out
You laughed "There's no way you see that."
A moment of silence passed through and Damian thought back to the moment with you and Alfred.
Lately, you have been acting strangely rude to him.
"Why don't you like Pennyworth?"
"what do you mean?" you asked, sitting up
"what has he done for you to treat him like that?" he sat up as well
You wanted to tell him about all those nights you spent sobbing to him asking why no one loved you.
You wanted to tell him about how he'd always defend the people that hurt you.
You wanted to tell him about how you could tell that he only pitied you, and didn't care.
You wanted to tell him about how you knew since the beginning he never cared about you.
You wanted to tell him about Julia, Alfred's daughter, and how he abandoned her.
You decided to stay quiet about those things.
You guys had just now started to get along, it'd be strange of you to randomly dump all your problems onto him.
"I just have a bad feeling about him," you replied
"That's all? No support to that claim or anything?"
"I mean, I am a spider-person, most of us have great intuition."
It went silent and you decided to change the topic. You didn't wanna keep talking about Alfred
"Well, we should start eating now, right?" you asked, pulling out some Dal you had prepared earlier.
Damian pulled out some dolma he had also made.
You took a bite out of the food you prepared "This Dal is so bomb. Look, try it!"
"no. I have no idea what you could done to that food," he said, backing away from the food as if it was going to bite him
"oh, c'mon! its not that bad. look, I'll eat some so you know it's good." you took another bite of it, basically melting at the taste.
"here comes the choo choo train. Choo choo" You brought a piece to his mouth
"stop this madness at once!" he snatched the piece out of your hand and looked at it.
He hesitated before taking a bite.
"TT. This is acceptable, I suppose."
You smiled and picked him up, "he's alive! he's alive! The food didn't kill him!" Everyone around you started staring at you.
Damian tried to shut up your yelling by putting a hand over your mouth and failed.
You let him down and started laughing.
"You're embarrassing me!" he said, trying to cover up his reddened face.
After a moment of comfortable silence, he spoke up "I'm shocked you can cook."
You gasped dramatically and flopped onto the ground, holding your heart as if you were dying "You're so mean."
Damian took another bite of his dolma "Where did you learn to cook that?"
"Pav and his auntie showed me, it took a lot of trial and error but now I basically know it like the back of my hand." you sat up and took a bite of his food.
He glared at you, but you knew it had a playful undertone.
"I think I burned down his kitchen at least twice. I love his auntie." you took a sip of your drink, which was a horchata.
He looked at your drink "What's that?"
"This is horchata, I learned it from Miguel. He taught me, it's pretty good, have a sip." you handed him your drink
He hesitated a little less than last time
".. I suppose it's fine."
"Prince Damian liking my cooking? It's a miracle!" you clapped and he hit you on the shoulder, making you fall dramatically yet again.
While you both were talking, a brunette little boy came up to you both.
He looked no older than 5, and he had tears in his big black eyes.
He came up to you "Hi, I am Elijah, and I can't find my mommy. She said not to talk to strangers but I don't know what to do!"
He started bawling his eyes out, and in an attempt to calm him down, you handed him a juice box.
"Look, we'll help you find your mom, okay?" you stood up and picked up Ellijah on your hip.
Elijah was starting to calm down.
That was until Damian glared at Elijah, making him cry even harder.
You glared back at Damian, knowing that this was gonna make it harder to find his mom.
You had to make him stop crying, stat.
So, you did the only thing you knew worked for you. The things your friends did when you cried.
"..do you want a piggyback ride?"
That shut up Ellijah really quickly.
After the piggyback ride, you put him down and decided to keep chatting with Elijah.
Damian spaced out both of you talking in order to not get too mad that your time together was being interrupted.
That was until Elijah insulted Damian.
"he's a butthead!" he pointed at Damian
"if you donât shut it, Iâm going to give you a new set of holes to breathe out of." Damian said glaring at Elijah again.
"Damian," you said sternly, bringing Elijah closer to you just in case.
After half an hour his mom finally came."oh I'm so glad I found him!" his mom said, hugging Ellijah close
"Mommy!" Elijah hugged her back, making you smile.
"oh I have to pay you back!" the woman spoke, pulling out a wad of cash from her wallet
"no thank you, ma'am, I'm fine I swear," you said, refusing
"no, I insist!" she tried handing it to you, only for you to push it away.
You backed off a little "It's completely free! he's a sweet guy!"
The woman finally gave up "Do you babysit?"
"Sometimes, yeah! Do you need my business card?" you started pulling one out of your purse
You guys fell into conversation, and Damian was growing impatient.
After another 30 minutes, you both packed up everything and went home.
The car ride was silent, unlike the other times when it was filled with laughter, chatting, and music.
Once you both got to the manor, you spoke up "What was that about?!"
Damian flinched at your sudden anger "What was what about?"
"Why did you threaten a 5-year-old?" you looked him in the eyes
He crossed his arms "he insulted me."
"he called you a buttface." You pointed out
"I stand by my point," Damian said
You put your hands on your hips "Why did you get so mad over a kid? he doesn't even know his numbers!"
"I don't see your point," Damian argued
"youre insuffuerable! I get why everyone calls you a demon." you grew angrier by the second.
"You an annoyance!" Damian stomped"why are you so stubborn, Peni?!" you yelled.
You both froze at the mention of her name.
You awkwardly made your way to your room, avoiding Damian's eyes.
You didn't notice how despite his angry face, there was a tint of sadness in his eyes.
you were in your room, processing what happened after a nice everything shower.
you were doing your skincare when you got a call from Noir.
"hey doll, do you mind taking care of peni for a bit?"
"of course! did anything happen?" you said, putting the call on speaker
"no, its just that peni's been asking to hang out with you for quite a while. plus, it'd be less worrying to go out on patrol and not be scared for her." in the backround, you could make out the sound of peni getting her things ready
"No problem, peni's an angel! what time will you be getting here?"
"of course! is it a sleepover or just like a hangout?"
"alright, ill see you both later."
you spent the next 15 minutes putting on your pjs and getting everything ready.
you prepared snacks and a movie night.
you were so ready for her to come over!
15 minutes had gone by when you heard the doorbell ring.
you ran through the dark, haunted looking walls.you pushed back Dick, who was also trying to get to the door.
"I'll get it!" you basically slammed yourself against the door.
you quickly recovered and opened the door.
"Noir!" you noticed how peni wasnt next to him like she usually was "wheres peni?"
"shes getting her stuff from the car."
"thats fine, come in!" you invited him in
alfred and noir made conversation, and you didnt notice damian basically stalking you all
you saw through the window that peni was on her way in. you jumped from your seat on the floor you will never be worthy enough for the family couch and opened the door for her.you spun peni into a hug
Peni laughed, smiling at how tightly ypu were hugging her.
you didnt notice damian sneaking into your room.
As soon as he got there, he ran to your plushies.
He pulled out his katana and started ripping them.
He had no idea why he'd done it, he just wanted to.
He made sure to focus on the Miguel plush, he was so mad that man took you away from them.
by the time you got back to your room with Peni not that far behind, you froze looking at the plusihies.
Damian didnt look guilty.
You dragged him away from the plushies, and dodging his kicks and punches as much as you could you scolded Damian "Why would you do that?"
he stayed silent, avoiding your eyes.
you slammed the door on his face and made your way to the plushies.
you held the now mangled miguel plush in your hands, and tried to not let out any tears.
Peni picked up your Miles plushie, which was now missing an eye and got an idea:
"I can probably fix this up, if youd like?"
"Yeah! noir taught me how to sew a while ago."
She started fixing them and you finished setting up everything, still angry at Damian.
Why would he do this? He was the one who started all of this.everything started off great with him, what happened?
the more you thought of it, the more angry you got.
Meanwhile, Damian was in his room processing what he had done.
He didnt know why he did it exactly.
Could it be the jealousy?
Seeing you treat others that arent related to you like family?
Seeing you treat the little boy like the baby brother you never had?
Seeing you hold Peni and Peni not resisting?seeing how happy you were with her?
He's never felt so humiliated being kicked out of your room while companies over!
He had to apologize before peni could replace him before you hated him like you hated Alfred.
He made his way to your room and heard you and peni talking.
"She said i walk like a bitch, what does that even mean?!" a high pitched voice spoke, damian assumed came from the younger girl.
"Shes so annoying. i dont even know her and she sounds stupid." you said
"She is!" the high pitched voice spoke
He saw you painting peni's nails, and a movie playing in the background.
It was legally blonde, a movie he once caught Jason watching in his apartment.
an awkward silence passed by
You looked up at him "do you need something?"
"i insist she leaves." Damian pointed to Peni
you quickly hid her behind you "She is not leaving."
"Y/n-" peni tried to interject, only to be cut off by you.
"Listen, damian, she isnt leaving. whatever you have to say, you can say it to my face."
"..Fine."he took a deep breath "i apologize." he muttered, ever so quietly.
"what was that?" you said, squatting down a bit to get to his level
"I apologize!" he put his head down in embarrassment
"Was that so hard?" You put you hands on your hipsyou took a deep breath "Okay, its whatever."
you continued "Im also sorry for getting so mad at you. and for calling you by Peni's name."
"You did what now?" Peni said, suprised.
"It's a long story." you started kicking damian out of your room.
The last thing he saw in your room was the now stitched up plushies.
As soon as he got out, you started talking to peni.
"Peni, please be careful around him."
Peni looked at you, confused "What do you mean?"
You opened a nail polish "He threatened a literal 5 year old."
Peni looked at you, bewildered "what?"
it was 3 in the morning when Peni got thirsty.
She knew that most likely, every one of your family members would be on patrol.
She started making her way out your room, making sure you didnt wake up.
Even though you were a heavy sleeper, she didnt wanna wake you up.
She knew her way around the manor, you've prevously hosted small get togethers with the spider-gang without anyone noticing.
As soon as she got to the kitchen, she noticed how damian was there.
She knew you had told her to be careful around him.
She tried sneaking around him, only for him to sneak up on her.
"Boo." Peni jumped at Damian scaring her.
As she was about to yell at him, she felt something brush past her leg.
a little black and white cat.
"Awww, what a cutie!" She picked him up.
Damian was about to protest, knowing that alfred the cat usually would attack when picked up.
It caught him off guard how calm the cat was.
She put her hand out to him "I'm Peni."
He shook her hand "I know. Im Damian."
"He usually doesnt tolerate newcomers." He spoke
"Well, he can probably sense how i have a cat." Peni pet Alfred.
Damian's eyes lit up at her words "You do?"
"Yep! noir has a cat named Ding Ding, she's so sweet." Peni's eyes also lit up at being able to talk about it.
They both started talking about little cat facts, sitting on the kitchen floor.
They only stopped when they heard a certan voice.
"Can you guys shut up? It's literally 3 am." you rubbed your eyes, half asleep.
"Y-yeah, we'll be quiet, sorry." Peni prayed youd forget the warning you gave her to be careful around Damian.
You turned around to go back to bed, only to walk back when you remembered.
You started lightly scolding Peni about not hearing your warning, with Damian trying not to laugh.
Peni glared at Damian and spoke up "listen, im fully unharmed, see?"
You realised you were overreacting and took a deep breath. "youre right, im sorry. i just got all worried."
you quickly bear hugged her "Im so sorry angel, I wont do this again!"
"Y/n!" Peni laughed as quietly as she could.
"C'mon guys, lets head to bed." You picked them both up by the scruff of the neck, suprising Damian
"Put me down at once! Stop this nonsense!" He tried thrashing around.
He looked at Peni to see if she was doing the same thing, only to see her acting like this was normal between them.
You dropped Damian off at his room and brought peni to yours.
Damian ended up sneaking into your room an hour later
oh my god this is ass lmfao
if it feels rushed thats cause it was i was loosing motavation to finish this
im sososo sorry for the mistakes its like 3 am rn
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