So sorry. I thought this went up a week ago, but oops! I'm going to get another on up this week.

"Get your paint and a easel set up."

"Why?"

"Because, Dami, I just discovered the BEST THING EVER! This guy makes these awesome painting videos and his voice is so soothing." Maps sets up her laptop on a chair in front of where Damian assembles the easel and she pulls up one of the episodes. Damian finishes and sets up an second one. "Why are you setting up two?"

"Are you not joining?"

"Wasn't planning on it, but okay." Maps picks up one of the wooden palette and presses play on the video. Both her and Damian squirt out the required colors. She notices Damian adding additional colors to his and chalks it up to probably outsmarting Bob Ross. They begin.

Maps' eyes zero in and focus between the screen and her canvas. She doesn't notice Damian quickly stealing glances at her. "This looks so bad!" She laughs.

"Hmmm" responds Damian too engrossed in his own work.

"I bet yours looks like Bob Ross himself rose from the dead and painted it."

"No."

The episode ends and Maps trails on for a few minutes, as she finishes up on some details. Damian continues working diligently. "My masterpiece is finished!" Maps declares. She picks up the canvas and a wide smile is plastered across her face. She turns to face Damian but slams her arm into the easel. Maps loses her balance as the painting falls and both end up in a jumbled mess on the floor. The wet paint is smeared all over her clothes, skin, and hair. Damian looks down as Maps wipes the paint from her eyes and look up with a goofy grin. "It's ruined!" She laughs out. Her hair is smeared pink and her shirt is green making the scene looking completely mad. Damian pulls out his phone and quickly snaps a picture, just before Maps stand up. "Want a hug?" She remarks jokingly.

"No. No way." She steps closer. "Maps-" The messy arms close around him as Damian lets himself get taken into a hug and kissed on the cheek. Maps' eyes land on Damian's painting.

"That's not Bob Ross."

"Obviously."

"It's me."

"It's not finished." She eyes move over the canvas the painting is of her working on her painting, before she fell. The light hits her softly and even before it's finished the picture looks beautiful.

"Wow Dami-"

"It is not perfect."

"Who cares about perfect. Why don't you ere hang any of your work up?"

"Most are not right."

"Hang this one up. It deserves a museum."

"As you wish."

"Dami, nothing is perfect."

"Nature is."

"Okay, no. That's to deep. Let's back ti up and find a paint sink."

They walk down the hallway careful not to get paint on anything. Alfred rounds the corner and Damian fades his smile away. "Master Damian, what on Earth happened?"

"Only a minor incident."

"I knocked a painting over," owns up Maps, "... and proceed to make Damian a mess."

"Well Miss, the paint sink is in the basement. I suggest you both wash up before dinner."

"Thanks Alfred." She says taking Damian's hand and pulling him to the basement.