wc : where rebel!reader has developed a liking for the Wayne household. Spending almost every second of his time in there—and showing to everyone else he is definitely not used to this rich life.
You’re always hanging around, and doing something. Wether that’s abusing the soundproof walls by blasting your favourite songs when you’re with Damian or Tim, or napping on the big couches they own.
It’s really not your fault and they understand it, specially your silly mistakes of not being used to what’s considered normal customs of living in a mansion. Since—well. Your parents are big, big hoarders. There isn’t a single inch of your house that isn’t covered by something, including trash and even food sometimes…
So yes—they are already very much used to your antics.
As you walk through the biggest doors you’ve ever seen and restlessly ramble to Damian about something—you don’t even notice you are dragging your mud-covered black boots through the polished marble floor until your boyfriend slaps your arm and tells you to take them off.
“Ouch! You— What was that for?” you pout and look around, trying to find the thing you just did so wrong worth of that slap.
“Your boots.” he started, pointing at the floor with a sharp sigh. “Look at the mess you’ve done!”
“And you slapped me for that? I’m sorry, I’ll clean it up—alright? Ouch.. Do you know your hand is like—super heavy? This felt like a punch..” You complained as you took off your boots, and now you’re 3 inches shorter.
“Drama queen.” He scoffed, but a light smirk tugged at his lips when he said it, watching you stare up at him with a pout.
Damian feels like a father scolding a mannerless child. And it is true, you are a very mannerless child. Specially when your favourite food is served right in front of you.
The steak is made just like you love it, it’s not like you’ve eaten much steak in your life, but well—this looks great!
Your mouth is so stuffed it takes a whole minute to chew all of what’s inside it—a single spoonful has you practically drooling on the fanciest dinner you’ve ever had.
Damian nudges you with his elbow once and you pay no mind to it. I wonder if there’s a word for being food drunk?
And then Damian does it again. And you make a muffled sound because of the food. You’re mannerless, yes. But Damian has taught you last time not to speak with your mouth open.
“You look like a squirrel.”
“Hey! I do not!” You squealed.
Damian was looking at you with a loving look of disdain. “Slow down, you’re going to choke.” he continued.
You rolled your eyes as Tim let out a chuckle.
These fancy people, I’m telling you…
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