Okay for the first shorts, it happens right after Bad Blood, before Bruce comforted Damian about Talia's death. Damian found out that it was almost Daphne's birthday from Dick and Alfred's conversation. Well, let's read to know the rest,,, - (14/03/2017)

Her Birthday

Twelve-year-old Damian paced around the living room, deep in his thoughts. He was thinking about a certain orange-haired girl. Bruce walked by. He stopped when he caught sight of his son. He called for his butler to come see what Damian was up to as well.

"He seems troubled, sir..." Alfred explained.

"Yeah, but I wonder what's up..." Bruce replied in a whisper.

He looked around. Seeing Daphne walking to her room, Bruce called out to her. Upon hearing her name, Damian froze. Alfred raised his brows at the boy's reaction. Daphne, in her maid uniform, trotted to Bruce with her wide eyes keeping their gaze on him.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Well, it is your birthday this coming Friday. Is there anything you want?" Bruce asked.

Daphne pondered for a while. She didn't realize that Damian was listening to thier conversation. Alfred smiled at the girl as she thought of what she wanted. She shook her head and decided that she would want a day off the whole day. She wanted to go shopping. Alfred thought it was a good idea. He mentioned that Dick would be glad to go with her.

"He did ask me..." Daphne mentioned.

"Hmm...he's one step ahead of us," Bruce said, chuckling.

"So, a date with Master Dick then?" Alfred asked.

"Yes!" Daphne chirped.

She excused herself after that. Bruce glanced up at his son. He could sense a dark aura of jealousy coming out from the boy. Damian sank down into his favourite sofa. He sighed, feeling defeated. He called for Alfred.

"Something the matter, young Master?" Alfred asked.

"Pennyworth, I would like to eat my dinner in my room. Tell her to send it," he demanded.

"Alright," the butler obliged.

After taking a bath, Daphne rushed to the kitchen to prepare Damian's dinner. Lucky for her, Alfred had already taken care of the cooking. She had to deliver it to his room. She sighed. After fixing her hair, she took the tray with Damian's dinner on it and dragged herself to his room. She knocked once and opened the door. The boy was busy reading another book by Charles Dickon. He took a glimpse of her as she place the tray on the table beside the door.

"Is there anything else?" she asked in a gentle tone.

"Feed me," he said.

"Excuse me?" she was surprised.

"I mean..." Damian gulped, "Stay with me while I eat."

Daphne found it cute when he gulped and acted nervous. She nodded to his request. Damian sat at the table. She served his dinner. As he ate, she looked around his room to see of there was anything to tidy up. He kept his eyes on her, chewing on his food as she did.

"Your birthday is coming up?" he suddenly asked.

"Well, yes. I'm really excited!" she said.

She covered her mouth after that. She didn't want to sound too happy in front of him because he would be cold towards her all day. He nodded to her words. She excused herself when he was done with dinner.

It was Daphne's special day. Dick was already waiting for her by the gate of the manor. He had his rider jacket on, a pair of jeans and sneakers. Damian came up to him with a scowl. He flashed a teasing smirk at the boy. Damian crossed his arms, a little angry.

"Master Dick!" they heard the familiar squeaky voice.

The two rivals turned towards the girl. Her hair was loose and she was wearing a pink baby doll dress and a pair of black knee-high boots. Her smile faded when she saw Damian. She kept her eyes on the ground. Dick chuckled, handing her the extra helmet he had brought. She took it and hesitantly put it on. Damian was still there, eyeing her from head to toe. She felt as if she was doing something wrong.

"Let's get going. We should have a drink before your shopping spree. There's this café Kori recommended for the two of us," Dick said.

"Café?" Daphne looked up at him.

"My treat," he smiled.

She hopped on his motorbike behind. Damian left to head inside the manor before she could say anything to him. She sighed, holding onto Dick's torso as they set off.

"Did he say anything to you?" she asked.

"Nope. He just glared," Dick replied, chuckling again.

"Hmm..is he angry at me?" she asked.

Chuckling yet again, Dick replied, "Shouldn't he be angry at me for taking away his gril?"

Daphne hit Dick's back with a pout. He laughs at her reaction. She hugged him tight after that, blushing at his statement. She couldn't say why she was so embarrassed knowing that Damian claimed her as his servant. They soon arrived at a building shape like a large shortcake. A group of kids were running around on the pave way decorated with bricks shaped like crackers. She giggled at the cuteness of the sight.

"Well, this is the place. Kori said you might like the shortcake here," Dick explained.

"She knows I like shortcakes?" Daphne asked.

Nodding, Dick replied, "I told her a lot about you."

All eyes were on them as they entered. The café was solely made for kids, twelve years and younger. A woman and a teenager greeted them. Daphne wondered how Kori found out about such a place. The woman who greeted them earlier welcomed them with a smile. Her long pink hair was neatly combed. She was wearing a frilly dress.

"What would you like?" she asked.

"We'll have the finest shortcake you have," Dick said.

"A glass of warm milk, please," Daphne replied politely.

The woman nodded. As she went off to prepare their orders, Daphne looked around again. Dick gazed at the girl sitting across of him. He liked how innocent her eyes were. After meeting her, she became one of the reasons to keep on visiting the manor. He hardly did ever since he became Nightwing.

"So, how are things with Damian?" Dick asked.

"Not much has changed. He's still cold towards me…" Daphne sighed.

"He's just not good at conveying his feelings is all," the young man corrected him.

Before she could reply, a slice of cake was put in front of her. Her eyes gleamed with excitement and hunger. She started to eat her cake. Dick smiled at the sight. He was glad she was happy with him.

Done with their short break, Dick took her to her favourite mall. As they were walking, a pair of eyes were following them. They did not notice it at all. Daphne pulled Dick into a boutique. The person in charge greeted them. She smiled, running up to a line of dresses that caught her eyes. Dick sighed, shaking his head. He knew how much Daphne actually loves shopping, but she would never overspend.

"Pick one, I'll pay for it," he said.

"Really?" she squealed.

She twirled around the boutique, amusing the other customers. She chose a white dress with pastel green flower petals. After paying for it, Daphne pulled Dick to follow her to a bookstore. She bought a book about magical creatures. Dick treated her to another drink. He suddenly felt a cold stab when he attempted to feed her a spoonful of cake. When lunch time came, Daphne decided to head back to the manor. She promised to have lunch with Bruce.

"Would you like to join us?" she invited.

"I guess I should," Dick replied.

They got to the manor. Alfred had already served the food. Bruce was waiting for the birthday girl. Daphne rushed upstairs to put the things she had bought in her room. She was surprised to find Damian on her bed, waiting for her with his arms crossed and an angry face. Daphne backed away as he stood up. She kept her gaze away from his eyes. He kept on staring at her.

"I-Is everything alright?" she asked him.

He took out a small box. Daphne tilted her head to the side, confused. She could see a tint of red on both of his cheeks.

"H-Hap…" he mumbled, looking away, "Happy birthday."

"Is this…for me?" she asked, looking at the box.

He nodded rapidly. He shoved the box into her hands and ran out of the room. Daphne opened it to find a necklace with a capital 'D' as a locket. She smiled to herself, cherishing what she had gotten.

Thank you…