Damian's NightmareDamian's Nightmare3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My vision finally began to blur as the door slowly opened. I soon became alert. A little figure slowly entered the room. With the curtains opened it was easier to tell the little figure was Damian in his finlet PJ’s with a hood attached to the shirt (curtsy of Alfred), with the light of the moon I could see the tears rolling down his face. I knew what to do after all this was the sixth time this month this has happened. I picked Damian up and walked over to my bed, as I sat down he instantly curled and pressed his face against my body. I realised was hugging the teddy bear I “secretly” put in his room. I rubbed his head and hugged him as the tears went down his face...”The nightmare again?” I asked although I knew the answer. He simply nodded and hugged the teddy bear tighter. Being the eldest of the brothers I feel like this is my responsibility to look after everyone, Damian being the youngest only 10 years old is not exactly your average happy lit
That's the Damian I knowThat's the Damian I know2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“NOOOOOOO” Nightwing yelled at the top of his lungs. Red Hood dove and caught me, slowly placing me on the ground. The rain was intense yet comforting; I looked down and saw the blood escaping my body. Red Robin kicked Harley Quinn to the floor and came rushing towards me. Batman knocked Joker out and stood in disbelief. “Out of the way, Robin...Oh god” Nightwing was hesitant about touching my wound. “Grayson” I struggled to say with the breath I had left I looked at Batman....”Father.....” he dropped down beside me.
The Joker slowly got up chuckling like a manic, “Well another bird boy down hey?” Jason immediately stood up pointing his gun at Joker “Me...That was alright but a kid? That’s just sick” he said as he shot Joker in the arm.
Nightwing’s Point Of View
I watched as Joker fell to the floor in shock however he still managed to laugh, Tim ran to him and tied him to a pole. My attention went back
Batfamily Dinner"So you and the clone are dating." Damian spoke up in the middle of dinner. Jason and Dick immediately stopped eating their food- Dick to look at Bruce and Jason to rest his elbows on the table so he could make a show of listening in on the conversation.Batfamily Dinner4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"If I were it wouldn't be any concern to you." Tim shifted in his seat uncomfortably and used his fork to roll the tiny peas away from his mashed potatoes. "I heard you got invited to a charity, Dick."
"I d-" The eldest 'son' grew quiet when he caught the glare from Bruce. With a small groan and a feeling of de-aging into a child he sulked low into his chair and tried to give Tim an apologetic look.
"Are you?" Only two woulds could get all four boys to know just how serious Bruce was with this conversation. The room grew quiet and Bruce spoke up again, this time in demand rather than in question. "Are you. With the clone."
Tim let out a small nod and pushed more peas around on the plate. "He's a really nice guy. It's not like" Wh
The BestThe smalles and youngest member of the Batfamily, little Damian Wayne, crawls down a hallway of Wayne manor on his hands and knees, making his way to his favorite brother's bedroom. The door is already cracked open slightly so he pushes it farther gently with his tiny, tiny hand. Once there is enough space to continue he goes through, not stopping until he reaches the space of carpet next to the massive bed. He looks up and sees his big brother Dick tucked under the sheets, lips parted as he tries to draw breath, face flushed with fever. His normally bright, electric blue eyes are now hazy and barely open, sweat pouring down his brow. The baby's eyes slant with concern, heart aching at the sight.The Best4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Big Brudah" manages to turn his head against the pillow to look down at Damian, forcing a smile onto his dry lips to comfort the child.
"Hey, little D..." he says. "Sorry, I can't play with you today...I'm not feeling very well.: He coughs violently, covering his mouth with his