Title: Baking Session

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: K+

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd.

WARNINGS: None.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Batman related character. They are DC Comics's.

"Don't you dare to make fun of me, Todd"

Now, really, that was like asking for the sun not to shine but Jason, being the good and supportive big brother he is, held his tongue and bit his bottom lip, fighting back a grin.

The former robin took note of the situation, and it was really unfortunate, for Damian of course, because there was no way he could have known that Jason was going to sneak in to the Manor, on a Wednesday afternoon when no one, not even Alfred, were supposed to be home and surprise the kid as he walked on him in the kitchen.

Jason loves his timing.

The kid's face was as it always is: scowl right in place, eyes narrowed glooming menacing at him, nose scrunching, which made him look like the kitten he actually is, and the Oh-So-Lethal Batglare.

It wasn't anything uncommon coming from the kid. It was just the fact that he was cover in flour, chocolate powder and what looked like to be eggshells in his ebony sticky hair what made Jason to lose the battle and let his grin to spread all over his face.

Seeing Damian, ten years old baby assassin Damian, standing in the middle of a kitchen, that looked like a tornado just passed by, wearing one of Dick's ridiculous aprons he buys for fun (because he can't cook anything that it isn't cereal), with his face and body fully covered in baking ingredients, it was the best thing it had happened to him all day.

"Me? Baby Bat, I would never make fun of you" he mocks, placing a hand over his chest, trying to look insulted and failing when the grin was spread all over his face.

It shouldn't be possible, but Damian's scowl got deeper "What are you doing here, Todd?"

Jason shrugged and entered fully into the kitchen, avoiding smoothly the egg shells on the floor "The better question, Demon, is: What are you doing?"

There was a pause before "Not baking" was the small uncertain response.

Jason snorted "Clearly"

The black haired man walked towards the counter, where the Cook Book was spread open, and pushed aside his little brother when Damian attempted to block his way. He easily recognized the book being Alfred's, because it was the same book he always used when he bake with Jason, back in the days when he was still getting used to his new life outside the Gotham streets. Remembering his and Alfred's time together baking in that very same kitchen brought a soft smile on his face.

The book was open on the page of the beginning of a familiar Brownie Recipe. Jason turned around to face Damian, who had a small blush on his covered in flour cheeks.

"Okay, now that we establish that you were actually attempting to bake. Can you tell me why?"

Damian crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks, looking away. Jason would have roll his eyes if it wasn't for the fact that Damian stayed quiet and didn't even tried to insult him in response. Frowning in concern, Jason got one knee in front of his kid brother.

"D, I'm really asking here. I won't laugh, I promise" he reassures and nodded encouragingly when Damian eyed him skeptical.

"I heard about how Father used to bake with Alfred when he was around my age" he started in low voice, small and uncertain "and how Grayson joined later, and then you and Alfred and even Drake has had a baking time with Father and Grayson and I just…" he trailed off shrugging his shoulders as if wasn't something he cared about, but Jason could see the rarely showed insecurity slipping through the mask.

Jason stared for a few seconds, because he couldn't believe the kid in front of him was the very same kid that could make a full grown man ten times his size cry. The older Bat understood, the kid felt left out, he thought that it was a tradition within the family, and saw it as an action reassured you that you were part of it. So he tried to bake for himself because he was too proud to admit that he wanted in fact to bake with someone and really wanted to be part of the family, no matter how much Damian tries to deny it.

Jason usually tries to think what Dick would do when it involves his little siblings, because even though he doesn't show it, he does care and he really tries to be a good big brother now that he is making his way back to the family.

This time was different, though, because this time he didn't need to think like Dick to help his brother. He could fix this with his own talents and the thousand cooking lessons Alfred forced him to endure when he was Robin. (Not that he was complaining, he loved every single lesson he had)

Grinning, Jason placed both of his hands on Damian's shoulders, making him look up "Well, kid, it's your lucky day" he declares, eyes bright and mischievous "Because you have just won a baking session with big brother Jason"

Damian would deny it to his grave but Jason saw the tiny switch his lip had and how his shoulders relaxed at his brother statement.

"And for our first session, I say we should bake some Brownies for Hungry Nerdy Timmy" when Damian frowned confused, Jason just smirked "You know how much he loves Lax-Brownies" Damian stood there for a second before matching the evil smirk his brother portrayed.

Hours later, back in his apartment with some non-Lax brownies by his side, Jason got two messages.

One from Tim: "I hate you"

And one from Damian: "New recipe with Oreos and tooth paste"

Jason shrugs to himself smiling, he does what he can.

Hope you liked it!