#Damian cares for smol and fluffy creatures

[menolly5600]

Damian: *watching Drake from the doorway* Ttc. *Is unsure how to care for others and show it. He needs Father to see and understand that he listened. He will get a good grade in family, which is normal to want and possible to achieve*

Tim: *warily eyeing Damian from his enforced bedrest* What are you doing here?

Damian: *narrows his eyes, brow furrowed in intense thoughts* ... *Drake is obviously the weakest of the family, and being injured just makes him weaker. He is more helpless than usual, and that is Damian's fault. Drake is also the smallest of his adopted brothers, (No, Damian doesn't count as smallest. He is not small. His bloodline ensures he will have a stature that is superior to his adopted brothers. Drake is unlikely to grow any further, therefore he is the smallest.)*

Tim: *slowly growing more tense and wary* ... Damian? *How close is the nearest thing he can use to block if the gremlin tries to attack him again?*

Damian: *brow furrows further, and suddenly clears* !! *Ah! Drake is smol and helpless. With his bed-head his hair even looks fluffier than usual. Damian has not had much opportunity to interact with smol, fluffy, helpless creatures; but he always wants to when he can steal a hidden moment. There is something warm and pleasing to petting a stray dog, or coaxing a mother cat to accept food in exchange for a few minutes playing with her kittens. Damian never has to struggle to care about smol, fluffy, helpless creatures.* Hm. *Damian straightens and leaves.*

Tim: ...okay then??

Damian: *He knows what to do now. To prove his care, he will ensure Drake heals from his wounds. He will be somewhat less helpless then, but he will still be smol and fluffy. (No, of course he's not feeling guilty at all. Guilt is beneath an al Ghul.) Taking care of Drake will show Father and Drake that he cares for family. And it will help him adjust to Drake no longer being a rival to remove. (Robin will still be his, he just has to prove himself to Father.). It will not be a hardship to care for smol and fluffy creatures such as Drake.* Ah, Pennyworth. I will be taking Drake his breakfast, as he is confined to his bed and would pathetically trip and fall on his face if he tried to attend meals.

Alfred: Ah. How good of you to offer, Master Damian. Master Timothy's tray is on the counter.

Damian: *nods firmly and moves to pick up the tray* Ttc. *pauses and picks up the cutlery knife before cutting up the quiche into easy to manage bites* ...mm. *Now he takes the tray*

Alfred: *hides the hint of his smile as he busies himself plating the rest of the family's breakfast*

AU where Damian feels really bad for hurting Tim but won't admit it out loud, so he goes into over protective mode.

... I made a part 2...

...Part 3...

EDIT: PROSHIPPERS GET OUT OF HERE YOU GOOFS