More Reverse Batfam Trash

Duke's Night out

-Inspired by a bit I referenced in my older part "Family Reunion". I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!! (There's some cute Dickie fluff at the end, worry not).-

"I can totally do it," Duke said. "I've been poisoned by most of the ex-doctors in Gotham, so I hope I can handle a drink or two, right?"

"I can't stop you from trying," Damian replied.

"I mean, it's only got one shot in it. That's not so much, right?" He asked.

"It depends, you don't have any tolerance," Damian said. "Buy what do you want, at your own risk."

"I probably shouldn't have a lot, right?" The newly-turned twenty-one-year-old squinted in the low light of the bar. It was an uptown place you needed a reservation to get into. Damian wanted to take him out for drinks to test his tolerance. "Are you getting anything?"

"No."

"Oh."

"I'm here to judge your resistance, how am I supposed to evaluate you if I'm drinking? Besides, I'm driving you home and I hold our reservations."

"Right, right." Duke shrugged. "I'll just get the one with a shot of vodka. What does Vodka taste like?"

Damian waved a server over, ordering for his younger companion, who was still scared of ordering alcohol; fumbling his driver's licence in case they asked-- but it turns out service workers don't question the people who can pay their rent with one tip.

Damian ordered a ginger ale for himself (Don't ask why he will end you), and stared calculatingly at his new crime-fighting companion, sizing up his confidence, or lack thereof. "This your first time drinking, Thomas?"

"I--uhh... I had a little bit of my friend's beer at a birthday party when I was like 19... I've been avoiding it until it was legal because... What might happen if someone who looks like me is caught breaking any sort of law..."

Damian nodded, knowingly. "Do you see yourself drinking now that you're old enough?"

"I don't know. Maybe on celebrations? I didn't really think about it." He muttered, avoiding the older Man's piercing eye contact.

Damian nodded again, slowly, calculatingly, making the younger hero practically crawl out of his skin in discomfort. "Never on patrol?"

"No! No way!"

"Never at the manor?"

"Never."

"That's stupid," Damian said. "If you're going to drink, do it in the safety of the manor. It's also a tradition to drink to make family functions easier."

"Oh, then yes?" Duke said. "Bruce is okay with that, right?"

"Father does it too, but he doesn't approve of it," Damian explained. "But He'll be angry if the children see you drinking." 
Their busser brought by two glasses and Damian watched him expectantly. "Drink."

Duke took his glass and took a casual sip, resulting in what could only be described as a comedy spit take. "Ah-- That's so strong..." He winced. "I thought this only has one shot?"

"It does," Damian told him, grabbing a napkin and starting to dry the front of the younger man's shirt as if he were Dick or Jason. "You can have water if you're that disgusted."

"No, no I've got this, I just need to prepare." After a couple of seconds internally hyping himself up, he took a swig. He could smell the vodka in his mouth. no way this was one shot! He saw someone half his size throwback six shots of vodka in high school. this was so vicious!
He swallowed hard and opened his eyes, Damian was watching him, and Duke realized he'd been sat there with his eyes grit shut for like ten whole seconds.