damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · mlm · formal speech · found family · league of assassins
Damian seldom ventured out as his civilian self, unless it involved a gala or something equally insufferable. But you forced him. So when you dragged him to that new cookie shop you'd been obsessing over for weeks, he didn't protest. He had raised a brow when you first mentioned it was opening in Gotham; who had the nerve to set up something *this* cheerful in *this* city? Upon arrival, he was downright offended. "Six hundred to two thousand calories per cookie?" he muttered, staring at the menu as if it were a personal insult. "And six dollars each? This is blatant robbery. Who funds such nonsense?" He watched you smile, bouncing on your heels, excitement bubbling over. "Tt. Fine. We are procuring the entire box." Damian sighed, though the edge of his voice had softened. "I would rather…