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a remake and traceover of this comic strip of damian talking to tim drake,
Aka; any interaction EVER
Jon: damian..i think i have a crush on y-
Dick with bug spray spraying it onto jons face: STAY AWAY FROM MY LITTLE BROTHER
tim with a fireplace poker poking incessantly at jon: BACK! BACK I SAY!
jason in his apartment cleaning his gun: ...i feel like im supposed to be doing something.
Context: damian meets jj (tim drakes alter ego) for the first time.
Damian, sick, 9 years old, an undiagnosed autistic:
Alfred: *sets down a bowl of porridge*
Damian: *looks at the warm sludge* what is that...
Alfred: porridge, master damian.
Damian: i probably wont like it, pennworth i-
Alfred shoves the spoon into damians mouth
Damian: ...
(It soon became damians go too food, breakfast lunch and dinner, for the next month until he got sick of it and moved to hyperfixate on paw patrol)
Damian doesnt know how to dance for the gala that all waynes have been invited to. He then proceeds to panick when bruce asks him and lies because he doesnt want to seem unworthy.
Tim peeks into damians room one night to see the child fruitlessly trying to teach himself how to but the child stumbles over his stubby legs.
He decides to offer his assistance to teaching damian.
Damian doesnt understand tims sudden kindness.
"This is a ruse of some kind isnt it, drake? You prepare to embarass me infront of all those socialites!"
Tim falls silent a sombr expression on his face.
"When my parents were alive.." he began, masking his once expression from his face.
"They werent around much. I had been taught by teachers and nannies and butlers my whole life how to tie my shoes and how to ride a bike. But i never learnt how to dance. They just assumed that i knew how to. I embarrassed myself infront of all of their socialite friends and i never attended one without force, again." He said quietly his voice softer than damians ever heard it before.
"I may think your a brat but your my baby brother. I wouldnt ever wish that on you damian."
Tim was telling the truth.
It made damians head spin.
So he teaches damian how to dance,
It seems silly at first to damian whos to small to dance with someone so tall, the smaller child was only 28kg and 4'3 so he had to hold tims hands and balance on timothys feet,
It looks very strange to an outsider, damian looked like a penguin waddling on tims feet, moving against his own will when tim takes a step but it works.
It works so well that it doesnt register that he has to step off tims feet when the gala approaches, he dances the whole night on each of his families shoes,
Their brothers take turns waddling and lifting damian up through the music.
When it happens to dick he balks and is about to say something before he see's damians worried expression as he looks around, furried brows and a small heat reaching up to his cheeks as he realises people are looking at him.
Dick simply waddles damian on his shoes.
Jason is more enthusiastic with this, he doesnt care about galas or what people think of him so he exaggeratedly picks damian up, much to damians horror, and swings him around to the music.
Tim does much the same to their brothers, not bothering to correct damian on how other people dance until damian realises a few days later that no one else was balancing on their partners or families feet.
But he doesnt stop doing it for the next gala. Or the next.
His family indulges.
(Damian’s run away to Jason’s after getting fed up with Bruce)
Damian(to Jason): Why can’t I live with you?
Jason: Oh Damian…do you have any idea how much I have to clean up my act when you visit on weekends?
Damian: What’re you talking about? I see you drink, gamble, you have strange girls sleep over…
Jason: Uh huh, drop in unannounced in a Wednesday and you’ll be scarred for life…
Jon: sooo...
Damian: this is my baba from the league.
Jason: you really need to stop introducing me like that.
Damian: this is my backup father from gotham
Bruce: hi jon.
Damian: and this is my other other father when my second father died
Dick: damian what the fuck
Jon: awh i want 3 dads..
Kon el with 2 dads where one has a recessive gene of balding: no the fuck you dont lil bro.
Dick comes to the manor from patrolling bludhaven.
He's promised damian he'd watch the Hunger games with damian, an apology for not being there for a while.
Instead, the dead on his feet vigilante wobbles in taking off his mask and grabbing out a bottle of water from the fridge and chugging it.
"—oh grayson. There you are finally." Damian says with a nonchalant air about his statement clutching the popped corn kernels for their marathon
"Ive readied the movies in the cin-"
"Not tonight damian." Dick sighs rubbing his head
"What?" Damian asks his eyes blown wide
"But you promised-"
"I know i promised dames but i only came around to pick up some case files i left here, didnt even think you were up. Its..been a long night." Dick exhales with a frown watching as damian straightens his posture and looks to the ground suddenly
"Very well, grayson. It was to indulge you anyways, i wasnt excited for the activity..a relief actually." Damian says in this fake normality aired voice like he hadnt stayed up all night waiting and making treats for the movies all by himself.
Dicks too tired to argue or comfort, he just wants to sleep, he gives damian a grimace or maybe a smile, and shuffles past heading down to track the case file.
Tim who had walked in to grab another pot of coffee winces as he sees his baby brother dejected expression, a tired sigh escaping that sad pout on the childs face as he tries to situate the metal bowl back on the counter, the popcorn untouched as he wipes at his eyes.
Tim didnt know how to be a big brother.
Didnt know how to be as good as dick in these situations.
So tim was happy to say that he knew how to be better in that moment.
"Hey, kid." He hummed feigning that he wasnt exhausted
"you leaving that to waste?" Tim nodded to the popcorn
Damian seemed like he was about to argue that it was infact not available when he realised that it was.
He let out a stiff nod sighing as he crossed his arms.
"Good, lets go." Drake says picking up the bowl, with his cup of coffee and guiding the tired damian off to the movie room
"Bet i can stay up for longer." Tim grins popping a mouthful of the kernel into his mouth with a crunch
"In your.." yawn "—dreams, drake." Damian huffs taking his seat,
none of them mentioned the fact that this was the first time they'd been in a room alone since the incident
No one mentioned that they were squished together under one blanket when there were plenty more blankets and plenty more couch room.
No one mentioned when tim flicked on the Harry Potter series instead
And no one mentioned, not a single one when damian let his head fall onto tims shoulder tiredly, blinking sleep from his eyes as he wrapped his much smaller arm around tims forearm before quickly falling asleep.
No one mentioned that they were technically cuddling in the morning.
No one mentioned that damian had been awake since 5 am, tim at 6, and instead of moving away and shouting curses, repositioned themselves so damian was lying on Timothy's chest instead.
And no one dared to mention how the favourites had vastly changed in a matter of hours.
new jersey natives tim and jason will say things like jeet and wudder and dick and damian will look at them like ???
Bruce running into the batcave: anyone got a location on the joker?!
Tim dick jason and stephanie look at eachother
Tim: i might...why?
Bruce: i told damian he needs to start bonding with you guys properly and he asked for a suggestion onto how he should bond with you guys and i said that he should give you all something you deserve.
Jason: okay..? That doesn't answer our question.
Bruce: he grabbed a crowbar and said "ill be back "
Batbrothers + steph: *MANIACAL LAUGHTER*
I lwk think that damian (whos now 14-15 to my knowledge) shouldnt have to be stuck being written like he talks like a poor 1700's victorian child dying of the plague. He should be using the most absolutely diabolical gen-z/gen-alpha slang ON this planet.
Dick: damian? Its two in the morning why are you up?..
Damian whos standing menacingly in dicks apartment door frame to his bedroom.
Damian: i roke up.
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Tim sitting at the batcomputer filling in both bruce and damian on the whereabouts on certain villains:
Tim: the joker was spotted 6 or 7 hours ago in-
Damian: 6 7?...
Tim: no.
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Jason playing with damians animals for several hours for punishment because he ate damians leftovers:
Jason: im tired of this damian!
Damian: well thats too damn bad! You keep digging!
Jason: digging..??
16 year old Damian wayne, aka; high as fuck because jon triple dog dared him to smoke 3 joints at once with him staring at dick, tim, jason, bruce, starfire, raven, taliah, cass, duke, selina kyle and Barbra as they are surrounded by "we support you" and "say no to peer pressure' balloons followed by an "intervention" banner:
Damian: hi?..
Tim: i bet you are.
Damian: baba?
Jason who raised damian in the league: yes?
Dick who raised damian when batman died: yes?
Bruce his actual fucking father uneasily watching his sons parent his baby: uh........y....yes?....is that me? Baba? Me right?
14 year old Damian, hung out with jon for a week straight at the kent farm, goes to school with jon 24/7, used to they're humour being self deprecating jokes and dark humour:
Damian, spills his cup at one of the batfamily dinners, and watches as the juice soaks into the table cloth and into the floor: huh. Guess i have to kill myself now
DICK: WJAT??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? DO WE..HAVE TO HAVE..A TALK??
JASON: great parenting B.
Tim, who has the same humour with his own super: 12 gallons of bleach might just do it.
Bruce: I never shouldve had children.
