HEY GUUUUYS! YEAH IM WORKING ON MY STORIES hehe...
kay this one is sorta crappy, sorry I do try ._." anywhoo
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ENNNNNNJOOOOOOY~ or not ._.
It was a dark night for Damian; he awoke from the same nightmare that had haunted him for some time. The very thought of it, made Damian scowl.
The assassin stalked silently into the acrobat's room knife in hand, he'd creep to the bed's edge raise the blade overhead. All senses screaming to stop to retreat, but to no avail, he struck the knife straight into the warm heart of his mentor, managing only to whisper"…I'm sorry…".The older man's eyes would glaze over, staring into something unseen, and on que Damian would be free from whatever possessed him. The little demon would cry and yell at the world, as if it would bring his brother, mentor, father figure back, than it would replay like a jack-in-a-box, you'd know the punch-line yet have to endure it each time.
Unable to bear the thought of being alone he decided to go to Grayson's room. Upon entering, he watched his brother sleep for a few minutes, noticing how peaceful he looked and thought how it was the best time to strangle him, and-
'NO NO NO, STOP!' the little boy yelled inwardly, re-thinking the horrible nightmare, feeling hot tears streaming down his face as he slid to the ground, slamming his face into his knees.
Dick awoke to muffled sobs, as soon as he turned over and saw Damian crying, he jumped out of bed and grabbed his little boy, in one swift motion he held the boy to his chest, rubbing patterns into little d's back. Dick could feel the hot tears staining his shirt, and felt the little one snuggle deeper into thehis chest. Dick rocked the boy slowly while whispering how much he loved him, hoping to soothe him somehow.
Damian couldn't imagine a world without Grayson, he was all Damian had, he made Damian feel loved and wanted. He listened to the older man's steady heartbeat till sleep took over.
The next morning~
Damian awoke realizing Grayson was still holding him, although he craved the embrace, he had dignity to protect and refused to let Grayson know he liked 'cuddling' which he did *not*.
"Grayson, you do not need to baby me" Damian growled, reminding Dick of an angry kitten
Dick smiled sheepishly before replying
"I'm sorry Dami; I had a bad dream, just a little longer?" Dick whispered while tightening his embrace slightly, knowing his little one adored cuddling.
"t-t Grayson, your childish behavior perturbs me" Damian said without much feeling
Dick whispered gently "I love you little one" and although Damian was rough and seemed warped, he was a child underneath, one who needed love and adored cuddles.
The little boy would always whisper an "I love you brother" back every time, though soft Dick would always catch it and smile foolishly to himself as he looked at his Robin.
shitty right? ehhhhh
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~PoKeRfAcEdCaT
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