picture this: Damian Wayne, struggling to reach a box that’s on a shelf a little out of his reach. Jason Todd walking in, seeing Damian struggle, grabs the box and puts it WAY out of Damian’s reach and walking away while smirking.
Whenever Damian gets super stressed or emotional he starts making mistakes in his English which frustrates him even more so he ends up yelling in Arabic and throwing things around before storming off to calm down
“So what do you think?” He asked shyly as you sat surrounded by his sketchbooks.
He himself surrounded by his large dog whom could sense his master was in a state of anxiety. Damian had grown fond of you. You were fond of him, too and after a lot of patience and time he was finally opening up to you.
It started off with him showing you his video game collection, then his animals. Then he had led you to his bedroom and as your typical Gotham 17 year old male, he showed off his weapon collection.
“It’s a hobby.” He had told you stiffly as you gazed at his sword collection.
“What other hobbies do you have?” You smiled at him causing him to blush.
He looked over at the door, and swiftly shut it, locking it, knowing one of his brothers was bound to walk past. You smiled shyly, taking the message, as he walked towards you but it changed to confusion as he walked past you.
Unlocking a cupboard he pulled out a stack of books and swallowed nervously as he put them on the bed before sitting with Titus. “I sketch.” He said simply, biting his tongue to stop him from nervously rambling.
You quietly looked through them and appreciated the beauty in his art, the technique, the emotion. He observed as you smiled at his artwork. Until now as you were flicking through the third book, the smile disappeared and a confused crease appeared on your forehead as you looked through it.
First he was confused when he saw you look at him confused from the corner of his eye. Then his blood turned icy as he realised the mistake he had made in his attempt to share with you. He had forgotten to take out that one book. “Please let me explain.” He said quickly.
“I am not a deranged killer, I promise.” He continued as you waited for his explanation before continuing “I get frustrated with how these “people” get off with what they continue to do. I wish there was a non lethal way to stop them, so instead I sketch my feelings to get them out. Or they just build up.”
You looked at him as he refused to meet your gaze and you put your hand gently on his clenched fist. He eased up under your touch and he finally met your sympathetic look. Lacing your fingers in his and stroking his thumb with yours, you told him you understood and he leant in and kissed you softly. You returned the kiss and as he broke it he leant his forehead against yours. Turning away you picked up another book as he leant on you, admiring you more than before, if it were possible.
TEEN TITANS #3 Written by BENJAMIN PERCY Art and cover by JONBOY MEYERS Variant cover by CHRIS BURNHAM Retailers: This issue will ship with two covers. Please see the order form for details. “DAMIAN KNOWS BEST” part three! After Ra’s al Ghul and the Demon land a devastating blow against the Teen Titans, the team is forced to regroup. Facing an enemy that knows them better than they know themselves, what chance does this young team have? And how can they trust Damian after everything he’s put them through? On sale DECEMBER 28 • 32 pg, FC, $2.99 US • RATED
“It was great working with Robin. She and I had been friends before the show having had very close friends in common… And I am happy to say she remained unchanged by success and was as sweet and unpretentious and open as she had been as the young creature I had known so long ago.”
–Xander Berkely (Red John), September 24 2016, about Robin Tunney on the set of The Mentalist
Imagine Bruce doing that arm thing when you the hit breaks too fast and there’s someone in the passenger seat. In the heat of the moment he sometimes forgets how strong he is. The person in the passenger seat pretty much gets the wind knocked out of them.
Tim, Dick and Jason have lost count on how times Bruce has knocked the wind out of them. This is why they ride motorcycles and rarely ride in the batmobile.