Damian yawned as he stretched out his stiff limbs. He felt his back curl until it popped; relaxation spread through his whole back. After tightening his muscles, he sank back into his soft comforter with a calm, relaxing feeling. The sunlight peered through the windows. He felt the warmth touch his face while his mind was on the brinck of unconsciousness. With a little sigh of pleasure he crossed the line of consciousness and fell back asle-

"DAMIAN! WHERE DID YOU HIDE MY PSYCHICS BOOK!"

"Damian's eyes shot wide open, all relaxation disappeared. Tim bounded through the door, slamming it behind him.

"YOU DEMON CHILD, I KNOW YOU TOOK IT!" Tim screamed at the top of his lungs.

Damian slowly rose into a sitting position.

He mumbled, "Get out of my room before I kill you Drake."

"NO! I know you took it! You always mess with me. Not this time! WHERE IS IT!"

"Stupid imbecile. I didn't take it." Damian glared into Tim's eyes.

"Ohhhhh... so funny! WHERE IS IT BEFORE I TELL BRUCE!" Tim's face became flushed with anger.

"Tt. I'm not dealing with your shit this early in the morning." Damian continued to glare at him until a smile slowly found its way to Tim's face.

"Okay." Tim said calmly. "See you at breakfast." And promptly left with a swing in his walk.

"DRAKE SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TATTLE ON ME!" But Damian knew it was pointless. He gave a huge sigh and rubbed his hand through his hair. Today was going to be awful.

Quickly rising to avoid getting into another heated argument with his Father, he immediately went downstairs. He jogged to his father's study only to find it empty. No laptop was sitting on the desk.

Ha! He's not home. Try to tattle on me now Drake!
But soon Damian gave another sigh. He didn't want Tim to be mad at him and get into a fight. So with his shoulders slouched, he was off to find the missing item.

His first location was the living room. Looking under the newspaper, he found a heavy text book with miscellaneous papers sticking every which way. Picking it up he went to the front door, only to find that Tim's backpack was sitting next to his shoes. He slipped it inside the bag right before Tim entered the entry way.

"Tim glared at him while he slung his backpack over his shoulder; his silence was his way of showing his anger. Childish, Damian thought. Only to prove his point Tim slammed the door behind him while Damian rolled his eyes.