Rest for the Weary
When I returned to the lounge, I discovered the two in a sleeping embrace, their limbs tangled. I was too tried myself to consider this strange. Damian rarely showed affection. I probably would have taken pictures if I hadn't been so exhausted. We had a long night. No one wanted to be out on a night like this. The flash flood was the worst storm Gotham had seen in years, and crime seemed to increase whenever the wheather turned bleak. Damian did not stir, but Ace's eyes snapped open the moment I'd approached the sleeping duo. He stared at me with uninterested eyes. He looked bothered, annoyed that I would interrupt his serene slumber. He stretched his agile legs then snuggled closer to Damian, burying his broad head in the crook of Damian's neck.
Alfred would be mortified if he saw this. Ace's thin, black hair seemed to gather in the most unreachable places, particularly inside the sofa cushions. Alfred never allowed Ace on furniture, but Ace still lived a life of doggy luxury. He had his own room, plush dog bed included.
Thunder clashed, followed by a blinding flash of light. The lighting briefly illuminated Damian's childish features. At that moment, he seemed to me like the only truly hopeful thing in Gotham. Damian was no more than a child, but sometimes I'd forget. His eyes are hard. You have to see his eyes to understand. He sees everything. He notices things that would never even cross my mind. His mannerism and behavior reveal an eerie intelligence that no child could ever possess. I feel I would be patronizing him if I treated him less than my equal.
Damian was soiled, but not so filthy. He was trained to kill at such a young age. I think his childhood died with his first victim. But I know there is still hope for him. He has so much potential. One day, he'll wear the cowl, and I'll be proud to pass it on.
One day I'll…
I bent down and kissed his forehead. Damian moaned and turned his head away.
"What the hell, Grayson?" he asked in a tried, dreary voice.
"Goodnight." I whispered softly.
"I was having a good night until you fucking woke me up." he snapped. He turned his back to me after kicking Ace off the sofa. I smiled at him.
Much to Alfred's dismay, he discovered the great dane nestled in Damian's arms the next morning. Dog hair is so irritating.
R&R Please...=) Each chapter will be told from Grayson's point of view. I' quite fond of Damian/Dick duo. I can't stand sleeping alone. I always sleep with my doberman. I'm sure I'm not the only one who can't sleep without their four legged friend.