Sketches

AN: For rubyblue100. You told me to write more, so I did ;)

I'm not the best writer so.. yeah.

Damian sat at his dark wooden desk in his bedroom. He was currently sketching a picture of a robin delicately in pencil. He angled it carefully, drawing the feathers in great detail.

This was always a stress reliever for him. Creating beautiful images was so calm and relaxing he would find his hands move on his own, and his mind wander.

A knock on his door brought him out of his trance.

"Come in." Damian said. The door opened and Bruce walked in giving a small smile to his son.

"Father, I thought you were working."

"I was. But I got bored of signing papers." Bruce answered with a smirk. "What are you drawing?"

Damian blushed slightly. Bruce walked up to the desk and took a peak at the paper. He smiled.

"Wow son. You're really talented. Why didn't you show me your drawings before?"

"I did not think they were important. It is just something I do in my spare time."

"Do you draw often?"

"I suppose. Would... Would you like to see some my other sketches?" Damian asked reluctantly.

"Of course I would son." Bruce answered.

The Boy Wonder pulled a sketch book from the desk drawer and the father and son went to sit on the bed.

They flipped through the pages together. Bruce was thoroughly impressed. He couldn't believe he didn't notice Damian's talent before.

Alfred drinking tea, flowers growing around a gravestone, Titus sleeping peacefully on the manor floor. Bruce could feel himself almost getting sucked into the scene.

Damian was also in awe. His father was actually interested in his drawings. He felt something spark inside him. He realized he loved his father. Maybe they didn't have the best relationship. Both didn't know how to show they cared. But moments like this was how Damian knew that even if Bruce didn't say 'I love you' all the time, he did.

They ended up lying on his bed looking through all the sketches. At some point Damian ended up on Bruce's lap. The father wrapped his arms around his son as Dami flipped the pages.

"Thank you for sharing that with me Damian." Bruce said, kissed his head, and walked out.

A few days later Damian quietly walked into Bruce's office.

"Father?"

Bruce turned around.

"Damian, is something wrong?"

"No Father, I just- wanted to give you something."

The boy walked up to Bruce and held out a piece of paper. He finished the robin drawing and colored it. It was sitting on a branch and the sun appeared to be going down in the background. The colors made it look even more stunning.

"You seemed to enjoy my drawings so I decided to give this one to you."

"Damian. I love it. Thank you." Bruce said with a smile and pulled his son in for a hug.

"I love you, Damian"

"I- I love you too, Father"

Alfred smiled from the doorway quickly snapping a picture.

Dick was going to love this.

FIN

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