In the dark cave, only in the light of a super computer is where one was given the ability to see. Well unless, of course, you have a night vision goggles on but we ain't having that. There sat in the big leather chair is a full grown man in a bat themed onesie *ahem* i mean leather tights, tapping away on the keyboard like cray cray and behind him was a teenager who apparently was in on this leather tights club and is wearing an incredible combination of all the primary colours and glares at everything but the dog hes currently playing with.
The keyboard tapping paused for a moment and the teenager looked to the direction of the older bat in mild confusion yet ready for a fight if the situation needed it.
"Damian? "
"Yes father?"
"How was school? "
The teen's nose scrunched up in extreme distaste as his eyebrows narrowed into a glare as if Lady Life herself offended him as he hissed at his father,
"-Tt- Insufferable. "
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You Need Friends
Fiksi Penggemar"Dami, you need friends" "Grayson, I don't need friends. They disappoint me." "*chokes* ...dID YOU JUST MADE A VINE REFERENCE-" Or That one time Damian accidentally joined a (cult) group of friends, dubbed as the one and only slytherin the said "fr...
