Damian's tone was casual and utterly punchable, with a hint of smugness he couldn't conceal. He deliberately drew out the last few words, making sure everyone on the other end of the comms heard him loud and clear.
Almost a second later, the comms erupted.
The next second, Jason's scoffing voice burst out: [Are you seriously this childish, demon brat? Showing off just because that dumb fish took you swimming?]
Dick's voice followed, exasperated but amused: [Wow, looks like someone's claiming exclusive access to the ocean experience.]
The soft tapping of Tim's keyboard mingled with his snark: [Childish. It's just an ordinary dive-I'll have Miaomiao take me when we get back.]
Listening to the overlapping voices on the comms, Miaomiao couldn't help laughing.
Damian's expression tightened slightly, but instead of turning off his comms, he huffed and sounded even more obnoxious: [Too late. None of you stand a chance. I was first.]
Except Father.
Damian silently added that qualification to himself.
[Childish.]
[What a tsundere.]
[Such a little kid.]
Whatever they said, Damian took it all as jealousy.
Hah. Sour grapes, every last one of them~
When Miaomiao and Damian returned to the Batcave, Alfred was already waiting with warm, dry clothes. Though mermaid silk didn't get wet in water, it looked far too thin, and Damian himself hadn't been able to escape the seawater's embrace.
After changing, the two followed Butler Batman into the elevator and went upstairs. As they stepped into the manor, a warm fire was burning in the hearth.
Soft golden light filled the living room, and tiny lights adorned the Christmas tree. Warm food had been laid out on the dining table. The sweet scent of gingerbread men and iced cookies mingled with the aroma of roast meat, while hot cocoa and red wine scented