ROBIN. [ S1 complete and S2 in the making! ]

Mini-Stage I

The Batcomputer whirred softly, casting an eerie blue glow across the cavernous Batcave. Author, perched on the ergonomic spinning chair, was in peak creative mode, fingers flying across the keyboard. Suddenly, a disgruntled huff shattered the silence. Damian Wayne, the brooding heir to the Wayne fortune, stomped into the Batcave, his tiny brow furrowed in a way that would make even the most hardened villain nervous. With a theatrical sigh, he flung himself dramatically onto the floor.

"Ugh," he grumbled, kicking his booted feet against the cold stone.

Bruce, ever the ever-vigilant Batman, emerged from the shadows. "Master Damian," he rumbled, his voice a low growl. "Report."

Damian shot him a withering glare. "My...social studies instructor," he spat, emphasizing each word as if it were a bitter pill, "has mandated the illogical and frankly, degrading, practice of...acquiring friends."

Author, who had paused mid-sentence with a quirked eyebrow, swiveled her chair around to face the fuming Damian. A stifled snort escaped her lips. Bruce, ever the master of stoicism, managed a small, almost undetectable twitch of his lips.

"Friends, huh?" Author said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Damian scowled. "Indeed. An utterly pointless endeavor that I, demonstrably, do not require."

Bruce cleared his throat, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice. "Perhaps we can be of assistance, Damian. After all, teamwork is essential, even for Bat-vigilantes."

Damian's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "We?"

Author grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Absolutely! Consider us your...social skills coaches. We'll help you navigate the treacherous waters of...friendship."

Damian stared at them both, his expression a comical mix of disbelief and reluctant hope. The idea of needing help with something as trivial as friendship was clearly abhorrent to him, yet the prospect of his stoic father and the ever-unpredictable Author teaming up to teach him was oddly...intriguing.

"Fine," he mumbled, crossing his arms. "But don't expect any...warm fuzzies."

Bruce and Author exchanged a look, barely stifling their laughter. This was going to be interesting.

[Mini stages show the characters in chibi forms. I have a pic of lil Damian in chibi form. Wanna see?]