Tim Drake stood in the Batcave, eyes glued to the array of screens in front of him as he worked on cracking an encrypted file. The faint sound of small footsteps barely registered in his brain until Damian cleared his throat behind him.
"What do you want, Damian?" Tim asked without looking back.
"Drake," Damian said, crossing his arms. "What are you doing?"
"Working."
Damian stepped closer, peering at the screen. "That's taking you an awfully long time. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Tim sighed, swiveling his chair around to face the three-year-old. "Yes, I know what I'm doing. But thanks for your expert opinion, dude."
Damian's eyebrows shot up. "Did you just call me... dude?"
Tim smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah. Why?"
"That's ridiculous," Damian said, his nose wrinkling. "Do I look like a 'dude' to you?"
Tim leaned forward, trying to keep a straight face. "You totally do, dude."
Damian frowned, his tiny arms tightening across his chest. "I am not a dude. I am Damian Wayne, the heir to—"
"Dude," Tim interrupted, grinning widely now.
Damian scowled. "Stop saying that!"
"Alright, alright." Tim held up his hands in mock surrender. Then he added, "Dude."
"Drake!" Damian growled, stamping his foot.
Tim couldn't hold back his laugh. "Okay, okay, fine! No more 'dude.'"
Damian glared at him suspiciously before nodding. "Good."
Tim waited a beat before muttering under his breath, "Duuuuude."
"Drake!" Damian yelled, chasing him as Tim bolted from his chair, laughing all the way up the stairs.
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Baby Damian one-shots
HumorI love nothing mor than seeing one of my favorite characters as children, soooo here is a one shot book of the little demon spawn himself: three year old Damian Wayne. what if batman got damian when he was only a year old? I don't own any of the cha...
