Damian wayne

“This is a terrible idea.” Damian Wayne said it under his breath the moment he walked into the living room. He wasn’t trying to be dramatic. It just genuinely was. The manor was loud tonight too loud. Someone had turned it into “family game night,” which meant board games on the table, snacks everywhere, and people arguing over rules they clearly weren’t following. Damian already regretted coming down. And then he saw him. Sitting there like he belonged in the middle of all this chaos. Damian stopped for half a second. Just a half. Then he kept walking. “This is pointless,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “You say that every time you’re breathing in this house,” Jason called from the couch. “Because I am usually correct,” Damian replied automatically. Tim didn’t even look up. “Debatable.” Stephanie made a small sound like she was trying not to laugh. Cass just watched quietly, like she was already noticing things nobody else was saying out loud. Damian didn’t look at him again. At least, not directly. He pulled out a chair and sat down—carefully, like it mattered where he chose to exist in the room. Far enough away. Not too far. Normal. “We’re starting with Truth or Dare,” Dick announced, way too excited for this to be legal. “Why?” Jason groaned. “Because it’s fun,” Dick said. “It’s not,” Damian replied instantly. Nobody listened. Of course they didn’t. Cards were dealt anyway. Chairs scraped. Someone bumped the table and almost knocked snacks over. The whole thing already felt like it was spiraling. Damian kept his focus forward. Not on the opposite side of the room. Not on the person he definitely wasn’t looking at. “Okay,” Dick said, grinning. “Jason, Truth or Dare?” “Dare.” “Of course,” Tim muttered. Stephanie leaned forward like she was already planning chaos. Cass just calmly picked up a card and put it back down again like she didn’t care about rules at all. Damian exhaled slowly through his nose. This was a waste of time. It always was. And still His eyes flicked up for a second. Just instinct. Just a habit he hadn’t broken yet. He looked away immediately. “…Truth,” he said, a second later, before anyone even asked him. Jason smirked. “Wow. Growth.” “Shut up.” But Damian’s fingers tightened slightly against the table. Because across from him, the one person he was actively not thinking about was still right there. And somehow, that was already messing up his entire night.