Lost in the Void, Found in the Stars | Damian Wayne Oneshots

Best Prize | Batmen

Summary: The Bats goes to the arcade!

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It all started in the Batcave, where Damian casually mentioned his plan while reviewing mission reports. “I’ll be heading to the arcade later,” he said, not really expecting anyone to care or even listen.

“Oh yeah?” Luke perked up, pausing mid-stretch. “Which one?”

“Do you need a ride?” Tim asked, his head poking out from behind a computer screen. “I could drive.”

Damian blinked. “No, I’m perfectly capable of—”

“What time are you going?” Duke piped up, strolling in with a cup of coffee. “I might have some free time tonight.”

“Actually, an arcade sounds like a great way to blow off steam,” Jason added from the weapons cabinet. “Been ages since I tried skee-ball.”

“Couldn’t hurt to observe how you all handle… casual recreation,” Bruce mused, his gaze narrowing like he was planning some sort of psychological experiment.

Damian crossed his arms, trying not to look entirely exasperated. “I only mentioned it to inform you all in case I was occupied.”

“Consider us informed!” Dick grinned, tossing an arm around Damian’s shoulder. “This is gonna be fun, D! Whole family arcade night!”

Alfred, ever the peacemaker, chimed in. “Shall I prepare snacks for the occasion, Master Damian? Perhaps some pretzels for sustenance?”

Damian didn’t get a chance to answer, because suddenly, he was caught up in a wave of Bat-family enthusiasm. Before he knew it, they were all piling into vehicles, each of them claiming to know the best route to the arcade. What was meant to be a solo trip had snowballed into a full-blown family outing.

When they finally arrived at the arcade, Damian felt himself already reaching for his patience reserves. He barely made it to the token machine before everyone was shouting over each other, suggesting games and dividing into teams.

“Alright, Damian’s on my team for air hockey!” Dick announced, practically dragging him toward the tables.

“Like hell he is,” Jason said, grabbing Damian’s other arm. “Kid’s my skee-ball partner.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “He’ll go where he likes. You’re not required to team up for every game.”

Duke grinned, nudging Damian. “You got options, little man.”

As the day went on, each member seemed determined to make it the best arcade night ever for Damian, and after a night of furious competition in air hockey battles, endless rounds of skee-ball, and a mini-tournament on the racing games, the family winded down. Damian had, of course, claimed victory in most games.

As Luke sorted his tickets, he looked back at Damian. “Hey, you want anything? I’ve got a ton of tickets left over.”

Damian was about to decline, but then his eyes fell on a gleaming, ridiculously oversized plush dragon sitting high on the shelf of prizes. It was the most expensive prize in the arcade, practically covered in a spotlight, with a huge ticket tag dangling from it. Damian smirked, thinking it would be hilarious to go for the most absurd option possible. So, he pointed right at it, with a serious expression. “That one.”