Competition | ❧Damian Wayne X Reader☙ |

Part 20

This chapter and every chapter after it, is unedited, therefore it will eventually be taken down, edited and published again.

You rang the doorbell of Wayne Manor, eager to get to know the rest of Damian's brothers.

"I'll get it!" Someone who you pressure was Dick yells.

"I'll get it, Dickhead," someone who was probably was Jason, replied with.

You hear loud thumps, some grunting, and some banter before the locks on the door unlock, revealing Jason practically on Dick's back.

Jason slowly gets off Dick's back and there is a long awkward silence.

Well, at least before you couldn't contain your laughter. This whole situation was hilarious and you wished you had older brothers at times, for reasons like this.

Jason and Dick stood in silence for a while but eventually laughed with you.

"And here I thought you didn't laugh," Jason says raising one eyebrow.

"Why would you think that?" you ask still giggling.

"I'd take Demon Spawn's type to be boring, unenthusiastic and the least humoring, like him," Jason says flashing a smile.

"Opposites attract?" you question as you smile back.

Dick laughs "I think we're going to have a great time," he says giving you a warm smile, as he gives you a noogie while pulling you inside.

You hang your coat on the coat rack and was basically dragged to the kitchen by Dick.

"You hungry? We got cake, scones, chips and... ohhh! Freshly baked brownies," Dick said in a mom-ish tone.

You could smell that wonderful brownie smell, a smell you were used to, your mom was quite a baker.

"I could have a brownie," you smile.

Jason cut some and put it into a plate for you, then proceeds to eat a large piece.

"Alfred's anything is fucking amazing," Jason says after swallowing the large piece of the dessert.

"Language Jason!" Dick exclaims, again in a mom like tone.

The brownie had a perfect crisp crackly top, a super fudgy center, was chewy and gooey in all the right places and was studded with chunks if melted chocolate.

This has to be one the best, or even the best brownies you've ever had. Hands down.

"It doesn't get much better than those brownies," another voice says from behind you says.

You turn around and see Tim at the doorway of the kitchen.

"Where've you been?" you ask smiling.

"Setting up our board game. Hint; it's a murder mystery," Tim chuckles.

"Clue!" Dick and Jason say in unison.

"I said it first," Dick says childishly.

"No, you fucking did not," Jason chants.

Tim just sighs.

You put your plate in the sink and follow Tim upstairs, Jason and Dick still arguing behind you.

This time instead of going to Tim's room you go to a different room.

The door was made of light wood, birch you presumed. Black carpet with white lines and squiggles covered the floor. The bed looked to be a king-sized one with royal purple sheets. At the end of the bed a storage bench. This room had a fireplace with a "Robin Hood" poster plastered on top, unlike the rest of the rooms which didn't have fireplaces.