neverbatman: (pondering it)
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[After their near disaster of a gala, Damian knew he had to make it up to Midii. Christmas was the best possible way to make it up, he figured. Gifts were a normal part of the holiday season, and he'd gone out of his way to shower his friends with material goods, whether they wanted it or not.

Some of his friends had resigned themselves to the inevitable and asked for reasonable gifts - Jai, for example, got season tickets for the local basketball team, and Iris got one of those fancy Fitbits that could (reasonably) calculate a speedster's rate.

Midii, though, needed something better. After much deliberation and arguing with a local calligrapher + screen printer, Damian ordered two things: one, for Midii to come meet him on the second floor of a coffee shop that his family owned, and two, a set of custom-printed Arabic calligraphy t-shirts. Nothing religious, for the Muslims who might cry cultural appropriation, but cultural sayings & shapes.

He's not expecting her super early, but he's looking a little nervous as he stares down at the gift bag he'd wrapped the latter in. Just once, he wishes the coffee shop could sell boosts of confidence with their lattes. He'd buy their entire stock out.]
neverbatman: (aw shucks)
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[Like he promised Midii a while back, Damian's throwing a party at his place. It's not like him to host parties - for one thing, he's no Bruce. He can't quite fake that level of charm, especially around his classmates. For another, Milagro used to take the reins when it came to party hosting.

... He doesn't exactly have Milagro anymore, so he's gotta step up to the plate and take charge. Needless to say, his family was more than confused (but willing to help). Just in case, he invited Midii early so that she could help him with last-minute arrangements & maybe sneak in an extra round of Mario Kart before Dick and Mar'i show up.

It's a pretty simple party. Damian's maids cleaned up the media room, Alfred made snacks, and Damian set up the video game systems so that eight people could play at one time. He'd also made sure that people could goof off with board games (or playing cards if they so chose), just in case they hated Mario Kart... or if they were sore losers like him.

He takes one last look at his handiwork, before he manages a slight smile and stares down at his watch. She'll be here any minute now - or in the absolute worst case scenario, she was already let in and he didn't notice. Either way, tonight was going to be a success, regardless of how everyone else felt about the matter.]

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