Made this little piece in my journal at school. Had to put it somewhere. I don't own anything. If I did none of my children would be dead and none of them would be lied to.
I Miss You
He missed him. There was no doubt in his head and heart that he missed him. He missed the little 'TT' sound he always made when he said or did something that, he would admit, was stupid. He missed the constant scowl on his face that exclaimed, "I am the prince of Gotham! Son of Batman and grandson to Ra's al Ghul, the Demon's Head!" He missed the way his little nose would scrunch up and then turn red when he was embarrassed or ashamed of himself or something that he did. He missed his little smirk he would get when someone was in pain or when Batman would say he was proud of him. He missed his pointy little hair and snide remarks. He missed seeing his tiny, green combat boots sitting right next to his bigger, black ones. He missed the faint smell of dog that always followed him even when Titus was not around. He missed carrying his small, light body to his bed on the off days he would fall asleep in the oversized desk chair in front of the computer. He missed the cat hair being everywhere when Alfred the Cat would perch on his shoulder. He missed the drawings that he would grudgingly show him. He missed showing him how to be a kid and not a full-time assassin. He missed everything about the little kid who stole his heart. Dick missed Damian. But he won't miss him for very long…