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Prompt: Damian sleeps on a bed of stuffed animals
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“Hey demon are you–” Stephanie stops mid sentence as she sees him, “Oh my god. Oh my god Damian!”
“BROWN!” Damian sits straight up, trying to shove something– or rather, several somethings– behind his back, “I demand you leave my room at once! Get out!”
“Oh my god those are stuffed animals,” She completely ignores him, walking into the room with a giant grin on her face, “You sleep with stuffed animals.“
“I do not!” He protests, continuing to try to hide them as Steph walks closer, “They aren’t mine, they’re Grayson’s. I would never have something so.. so childish and stupid… Now get out!”
“Right because Dick was the one I walked in on cuddling with them,” she smirks, plopping down beside him on the bed, careful not to sit on any.
Damian glares at her, cheeks red, “If you tell anyone about this I swear…”
“You’ll stab me?” she guesses, grinning and reaching a hand over to ruffle his hair, laughing a little when he bats it away.
“I mean it,” he insists, angry as ever.
“Of course you do,” she agrees, “So which is your favourite?"