He waited for Tim to come out and when he did, he followed him to the exit of the flat, watching Tim catch the keys before leaving.

For a moment, Damian felt like asking him to go inside his flat again because the silence was torturing him for the first time in his life. As much as Tim had agreed on helping, Damian couldn't help the feeling that he was kind of obliging him or something similar. Somehow, it was making him feel a chest pain and he swallowed. He couldn't bare it anymore.

"Drake" Damian finally said after fifteen minutes of silent walking. This one looked at him with interrogation "You hate me, right?"

"What?" he said with a little surprise in his voice.

"I mean… You have all the rights to hate me, I was always awful at you. Well, Todd was too. I just…"

"Damian… I… I don't hate you. That's a big word. I sometimes dislike you, for what you tend to do. Or, well, tend to did at least. But I don't hate you. Or Jason" he answered, looking at him weirdly "Why the question, anyway? You're the one that hates me, if I recall well…"

"… Just curious" he finally said, looking to the ground.

Tim raised an eyebrow slightly and looked like he was about to say something but he just let it go, thinking that he would surely figure it out later.

They finally got to a mall and once inside, Tim started getting everything he would need for that week, taking the things in silence. For a second, Damian was surprised because the little times he had gone shopping, with either Richard or Pennyworth, had been full of dull conversations, trying to socialize with him in a stupid way. Tim was just putting the things he was taking in the shopping cart and walking slowly with calmness. Even if he never had liked Richard and Pennyworth when they would talk too much or make comments about the food section, at the same time, this freaking solid silence didn't help him to feel better or to relax. While with the others there was a dull chat, with Tim there was this type of silence that could be cut with a knife. But, he didn't want to interrupt again for the fear of making him mad before getting his help in Gotham. And he really needed all the help he could get, so he swallowed everything and just followed him into another corridor.

"Tiiim! Hey!"

Both Tim and Damian turned around just to see a girl, of brown curly hair and dark blue eyes, going to them. She was short, slim and had a big smile on her face.

Damian kind of sighed in relieve. At least, there would a break from that silence.

"Hi, Agnes…" Tim gently greeted her. And really, it was like staring to another person "Buying?"

"More or less; my parents are. I'm just here to get out of home. I was getting sick of studying!" she explained and then she fixed her eyes in Damian "Who's this cutie-one?"

"I'm not…"

"He's Damian, Bruce's son" Tim interrupted him quickly.

"Oh… So, the little brother. He's cute" she smiled brightly.

"Heh, yeah…" Tim just agreed, though he was thinking that Damian could be a lot of things, except cute "Well, we have to keep buying. Besides, I have to make dinner for both of us"

"Don't worry, we can meet another day. Well, this was not a meeting but you get me…" she shrugged "Oh, Jonathan told me that you better get out with us one of these days or he'll kill you"

"We'll see about that" Tim just smirked "Have a good day, Agnes. And be careful"

"I'll try" she said "And goodbye to you too, Damian"

Like that, she left jumping whistling like a happy girl.

"You have weird friends, Drake" Damian commented once the girl was out of his sight.

"And you haven't even met the rest" he snickered "Come on, let's get out of here"

They finally got out, paying everything, and arrived at the flat at five. Since they had a lot of time before dinner, Tim was starting to wonder what to do to pass the time by because they had already saved the things that they had bought in less than five minutes. Or what to do until tomorrow, now that he was thinking about it.

"When will you leave?" Tim asked, curious.

"Tomorrow by 12. It's the bus I took for return" he answered.

Tim sighed, a bit relieved. So, he only had to give the 'brat' dinner today and breakfast tomorrow. Well, he could live with that. Not knowing what to do, least even what to talk about, he went towards his laptop and turned it on. He could use the hours for preparing the work for Monday, it was better than not doing anything. Suddenly he noticed Damian looking at him, frowning.

"I'm going to do my work. You can do whatever you want" he informed.

"Tt"

Now, that was something Tim hadn't missed too much but he ignored the child and soon he noticed that Damian had disappeared from his sight and he let out a sigh. While he was looking at his documents that he had to prepare, Damian came again. Peeping a bit, he saw the demon child with a book in his hand (one of his shelves) and watched him sat on the sofa, opening the book.

The hours passed and at nine or so, Tim got up and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He hadn't cooked a lot when he was younger, but he had learnt how to do it when he got out of Wayne Manor for the first time in years. He wasn't Alfred, that was for sure (and he had to add that it was impossible to come out like him), but he was good enough. At least, he didn't burn the food like Bruce. Tim smiled when the thought of his adoptive father cooking passed his mind.

Letting out a sigh, he put the steaks he had been doing in two dishes, put two glasses of water and made a little salad in a couple of minutes. He took everything to the table and then went back to the living room. For just second, he just stared his 'brother' for a couple of minutes before deciding to speak out.

"Damian… dinner" He said. Damian looked from the book and got up, closing it.

They ate the dinner in silence, which it could have been noticed if the TV wasn't on. When they finished everything, Damian just left the room going to the living room again and Tim went to wash the dishes and everything they had used. This was starting to get him on his nerves and he wasn't sure if he preferred the silent Damian or the demonic child that he had left in Gotham three years ago.

He grimaced a bit and went back to his laptop, seeing that he had a message from Dick that said to contact him once he had read it. Tim wondered about it but decided to contact his big brother through the platform and made a video call. Dick responded in less than a minute.

"Tiim! Hii! How are you going?"

"Hello Dick" he smiled a bit and noticed that Damian was now looking through his book with interest "I'm fine. How are you with the Titans?"

"Oh, I'm fine. They just miss you" he said, all awkward "So… anything new?"

"You should be the one knowing. I'm sure you know all the situation" Tim said, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

"So sorry for that. How's he behaving?" Dick tried to smile, embarrassed.

"Surprisingly good" Tim admitted "How's the mission going?"

"We're a bit lost right now, but I'm sure we'll figure out a way. I can always contact Oracle if not" he answered.

"I'm sorry for leaving it out to you, Dick. I just wanted…"

"To be on solo for a time, I know. We all end there some time in our lives, don't worry. How's the city, by the way?" Dick smiled with nostalgia.

"Quiet for now. I'll call Batwoman or someone to take care of the city once I'm out, don't worry" he informed.

"Thanks, that would be great. Take good care, Tim. And please… save Bruce"

"Of course, Dick. Have a good night"

"You too. Don't stay awake too much!" he advised and Tim smiled a little. Waving his hand to say goodbye, he closed the conversation. Looking at the time, he was about to turn off the camera when he received a video call. From Bruce "Shit. Damian, go to my room. Now"

"Tt, make me Drake"

Seconds later, Damian bit his lip for saying that. He really hadn't intended to say it and actually, he wasn't mad or angry at him. It was most at himself or at the others. It seemed that everyone knew that Tim had been in Blüdhaven all this time except for him and he didn't know if he was the one to blame or the others for not telling him.

"I have no time for this. Your father wants to talk to me and if he sees you here, we're both dead"

"Tt" He clicked his tongue. But, thankfully for Tim, Damian left the room though he made sure to get out of there as loud as he could.

"Demon child…" Tim sighed and then went to respond to the video "Hi, sorry. I was finishing a conversation with Dick"

"Where's Damian?" Bruce asked.

"Huh?"

"I know he isn't with Dick. I checked by satellite his phone that they're still on the mission they were doing and the only person that right now is in Blüdhaven is you, so Tim… where is he?"

"…In my bedroom" he sighed "You want to talk to him?"

"Don't bother, I will talk to him when he's back. What's he doing there?"

"Just something personal. I can't tell you, sorry. Just don't worry, he has behaved very well for the moment, okay?" Tim just answered, because lying to Batman would be a suicide "I'll be fine"

"If you say so… Be careful anyway. I'm here if anything happens" he said, a bit worried.

"Sure, I'll let you know. Have fun and be careful you too" Tim smiled.

"I am careful…"

"Sure you are" he smirked "Goodbye, Bruce"

"Goodbye, Tim"

&&& Hi everyone! I bring you chapter 3 and sorry, but this will be my last here in Fanfiction if I don't receive enough back up. In AO3 I've been having just a little more persons interested and here I have just some people and two guests that were the only ones that reviewed so... I know I kind of have it similar in AO3 but the possibility of giving kudos there makes it more people somehow so... yeah. Anyway, thank you so much for reading until here! Follow, favs and reviews! Hope next week things get better and if so, I will submit chapter 4! Kind regards, everyone :) &&&