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There were very few things Damian Wayne feared.

You being this quiet was one of them.

He leaned over the grand staircase railing, peering down into the dimly lit foyer below. You sat at the bottom of the steps, blonde hair a tangled mess from sleep, chin resting on your knees, looking utterly miserable.

Damian frowned, descending the stairs two at a time before plopping down next to you. “You are sulking.”

“I’m not sulking.”

“You are,” he argued. “I have extensive knowledge of your sulking habits.”

You shot him a look, freckles scrunching on your nose, but didn’t argue.

Damian nudged your knee with his own. “Tell me.”

You hesitated. Then, in a dramatically tragic voice, you groaned, “My parents are making me go home for a whole week.”

Damian’s stomach dropped.

**A week?**

You practically lived here. You’d spent the entire summer running through the manor like you owned the place, wreaking havoc with him at every turn. A whole week without you sounded… awful.

“They cannot do this,” Damian announced, as if that settled it.

“They can,” you corrected, pouting. “Something about family bonding and spending time in my actual house—ugh, it’s so stupid.”

Damian scowled. “Then we must devise a plan.”

You perked up slightly. “Like what?”

“I could forge a letter stating that Wayne Manor has been legally deemed your primary residence,” he mused.

“Too complicated.”

“We stage your disappearance. I will hide you in the cave.”

“Too dramatic.”

“Poison?”

“*Damian*.”

He sighed heavily. “Then I suppose I will simply… have to endure your absence.” The words felt foreign on his tongue, but they were the truth.

You grinned, finally nudging him back. “You’re gonna miss me.”

“Tt,” he scoffed, looking away. “Ridiculous.”

But when you rested your head against his shoulder, he didn’t move.

And when you mumbled, “I’ll miss you too,” he swallowed hard—because for once, he didn’t have a plan to fix this.