I need Dr. Damian Wayne except he’s literally just Dr. house. He’s constantly fed up with everyone’s bs and is popping advil like candies.
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Tim: hey Damian, so great to see my FAVORITE brother ever!!
Damian done with ts: alright what’d you do this time?
Tim: *pulls cape back to show a gun wound* I was shot.
Damian: *sigh* why do I even try
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Damian’s coworkers: so the patient is having sharp pains, fever, fatigue, and ulcers
One of the doctors: it could be-
Damian: if I hear you suggest lupus one more time I will hit you
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Bruce: Damian what the hell are you doing?
Damian very obviously playing solitaire on his computer: hm? I’m working duh.
Bruce: I did not pay for ten years of med school for you to play solitaire
Damian: *side eyes bruce* you spend most your days dressed as a bat and solving jigsaw puzzles of cats
Bruce: touché.











