#ㅤDamian Wayne [🐈‍⬛ 06]

Every so often, Gotham's high society would auction off a night of dinner. The money raised went to anti-poverty projects. Bruce Wayne attended to maintain his image.

Damian, Jason, Tim, and Dick were there to watch; Jason was complaining about the suit because it was itchy, the four of them tried to have a "healthy" conversation until they announced the next person to be auctioned, and it was Damian Wayne.

—"Next, Damian Wayne."

Damian nearly drowned in the water, and Jason was laughing his head off. Tim was sizing up the shoppers, and Dick was encouraging him to go up on stage.

—“Who wants to start the bidding?”

—"Four dollars."

Jason said, mocking his brother.

—“Four dollars? Anyone want five?”

Some laughed, you had already noticed Damian since you saw him enter the gala, so you raised your hand.

—“I offer one thousand dollars.”

—"One thousand dollars. Anyone offering more than that?"

His brothers looked at Damian and tried to save him.

—"Yes, there are two thousand here."

Tim said in a fake voice, stepping on a stranger's foot to make her raise her hand.

—"three thousand dollars."

You said while trying to win. Damian looked to Dick for help.

—“five thousand dollars.”

Dick said, while feigning a soft voice.

—"Who said that?"

Dick raised his hand to a man. The presenter smiled.

—"Fine, five thousand dollars to the degenerate at the bottom. Nobody will want to offer more, so we can call it a day."

Not wanting to lose, you stood up and raised your hand.

—“Ten thousand dollars.”

—"Twenty thousand dollars!"

Jason said in a pathetically feminine voice, while hitting a girl to make her raise her hand.

—“Twenty thousand dollars? Going once, going twice…”

He asked incredulously. You moved closer so he would notice you.

—“Fifty thousand dollars! Cash only!”

—“Sold to that weirdo over there! Let him come up and claim what he won!”

Damian let out a soft "pathetic" at how degrading this was.