Damian Wayne — BL/MLM !!

The world outside Wayne Manor was drenched in rain, thick drops pounding against the windows as the storm raged on. Inside, the dim light from Damian's bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, illuminating the two of them, sprawled on the floor, their chess game unfinished.

Damian was losing.

But that wasn't why he quit.

No, the reason the game had been forgotten was because you —his best friend, his accomplice, the nightmare of his existence and the light of his life— were lying on your back, your golden hair spread out on the carpet, staring at the ceiling as if you had just discovered the greatest mystery in the universe.

And then you asked him the most insane question I'd ever heard.

"Do you think we'd still be friends if we were worms?"

Damian, who had been writhing in grief, slowly turned his head to stare at you. “What?”

You turned onto your side, propping yourself up on one elbow. “So, imagine we were just two little worms. Would we still be best friends?”

Damian stared at you, completely horrified. “That’s the stupidest hypothesis I’ve ever heard.”

“Come on,” you groaned, nudging him in the arm with your elbow. “Just answer the question.”

Damian exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose as if it hurt.

“If, somehow, we were to turn into worms, I suppose we would still be known,” he grumbled.

You breathed dramatically. “Acquaintances?! Damian, we’re best friends. We’d be two little worms against the world. A dynamic duo.”

Damian sighed, already regretting the whole conversation. “Okay. If we were worms, we’d still be friends.”

You smiled. "Would you carry me on your back if I were a slow worm?"

"I'd throw you to the ground."

You chuckled, pulling him close before he could escape. "You love me."

"I tolerate you."