Pop a Thief

Fandom: Batman

Tags: Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Crack Treated Seriously

Published: 19/10/21

Summary: Damian sits in the dark with his prize.

Damian sat in the corner of the room, his back to the wall. He checked the entrance again, no light, no movement under the door. Good.

He reached under his jacket to pull out his prize. He grinned, a satisfied, savage thing. More a show of teeth than a true smile. He ran his hand over it, once, feeling the texture, before grasping it at the edges.

He placed his fingers on either side of the bubble, and squeezed. POP. He moved to the next one. POP. The sound and feel crept into his brain. Three, four more, he was on a roll, he was getting away with this, this delightful creation of packaging was-

The door slammed open. He had lost awareness of his surroundings, stupid.

Father loomed in the entrance, the light casting harsh shadows onto this face. Damian stared up at him, defiant. He gripped his prize harder, a few of the bubbles giving way. It was not satisfying when it wasn't on purpose.

"Damian, give me the bubble wrap." He had his hand out, expectantly.

"Let me murder the air plastic, father."

Father rubbed his eyes, exasperated. Clearly he did not understand the joy of crushing the air plastic. Father wrested it from his grip, ignoring Damian's glare.

Father scowled down at him. Father often scowled when it came to him. He waved the roll of bubble wrap at him. 

"We're keeping this for the Christmas postage. You know that stained glass mosaic is delicate."

Pah.