A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates it! May you eat to your heart's content today… Anyway, this is a short Thanksgiving themed oneshot, so enjoy! (Ps, characters may be slightly ooc)
"Grayson, I do not understand why we must celebrate this ridiculous holiday," Damian Wayne said as he sipped from a glass of ice cold water.
Dick frowned slightly. "Aw c'mon lil' D. It's not ridiculous, it's a day to celebrate everything and everyone you're thankful for. It's a day to be with the ones you care about and love. It's a day-"
Damian scowled, cutting Dick off. "I've had enough of this sentimental sappiness. It's just a day where people eat too much in order to hide all their insecurities."
Dick stared at Damian. "What?" he shook his head. "No, no, no. Thanksgiving is great, and I want to spend it with you Lil' D. Because I care about you." He gave Damian his puppy dog eyes.
"Tt," Damian replied. "I still think it's ridiculous."
Dick sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He remembered having a similar conversation to Bruce years ago. Because Dick was Romani, he never knew what Thanksgiving was u till he heard some kids talking about it at school. Upon insisting that Bruce start celebrating it with him, the older man said that it was a waste of time and refused until Alfred forced him to. Ah, memories.
But now, Bruce was gone. Dick had tried to contact Tim, but he was still angry at him, and never responded. Dick tried Jason (albeit a little hesitant) but couldn't contact him either. Wally was too busy working off world as the Flash, so he couldn't. Dick was getting a little upset by then, and went to Barbara in person to ask her if she (and her father) wanted to join them at Wayne Manor for a Thanksgiving feast, but she too had some excuse.
Dick was starting to think that it would just be him and Lafred, when he gleefully remembered that Damian was here too. Sure, it wouldn't be the same with just him, but it was definitely better than being alone. Naturally though, Damian was refusing to celebrate this "ridiculous" holiday with him.
"PLEASE Damian?" Dick pleaded, kneeling on the ground dramatically.
Damian stared at Dick. "That's pathetic Grayson," he muttered. But the 10 year old boy grew more uncertain about whether he really wanted to deny Grayson this or not. The older boy may have been annoying at times, and most often insufferable, but despite the common belief, Damian DID care about Dick.
"Fine," he mumbled.
Dick immediately perked up. "What? What did you say?"
"I said fine!" Damian replied in an annoyed tone, though a slight smile was on his lips.
Without any warning, Dick went over and embraced him in a hug. "Aww, thanks Dami! You don't know how much this means to me!"
"Tt. Stop acting like an idiot, Grayson."
Dick smiled. "Okay, okay. Now let's go see what kinds of pies Alfred is making in the kitchen. They smell delicious!"