... After yesterday's angst fest, I wanted a little fluff now...
I do not own Batman.
Tim wasn't sure if he had ever seen Damian sit still for as long as he had been in the past hour. Making it even creepier, he was just staring at the screen of the laptop resting on his legs, not even scrolling occasionally, barely even blinking.
To say Tim was a bit terrified by this would be understating it to an extreme.
"... You okay, Damian?" he eventually hesitantly asked, making sure to keep a good few feet away from the child in case interrupting his stupor would trigger some violent sporadic reaction.
"I must figure out a way to convince Father to buy me this item of utter perfection," he whispered solemnly in response, not even looking up from the screen.
Glancing at what Damian was speaking of, afraid it would be some extremely dangerous weapon, he was rather pleasantly surprised.
Instead of a huge sword as he was expecting, the image showed a huge cat plushie, clearly larger than Damian himself, an adorable grin adorning its stuffed face.
"... It doesn't exactly look like the sort of thing Bruce would be gun-ho to spend... $200 on," he stated kind of sadly upon noticing the price.
"I will find a way, Drake!" Damian hissed the words out, though his eyes now held a sort of sadness.
Even if his relationship with the kid was... tense, to say the least, seeing him with starry eyes and acting as if this was a forbidden love was making Tim just a bit depressed.
"Good luck with that," Tim hurried out of the room, trying to convince himself that what he was now thinking was a bad idea...
A few weeks later
Tim couldn't help but smile when he heard a near squeal of joy from Damian's room. It wasn't like he was going to be using that money for anything honestly better...