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Saturday morning 9:00 Am to be exact.. finally the weekend!
Damian was the first to wake up, since he was the only one with a new (and strict) sleeping schedule…
he went around the manor looking for anyone who’s awake… he was only met with Alfred, who offered him breakfast, but to be frank.. Damian doesn’t want to eat alone! he picked up a silly habit of HAVING to have someone sit with him on the table. or else he just won’t eat
so damian decided to wait until one of his siblings.. or father, wake up, so he could finally eat.. but oh just what to do while waiting an agonizing amount.. (probably an hour or so)
Damian went to his room looking for an activity.. he decided that reading a book would pass the time, so read he did!
he finished FIVE. FIVE! whole pages! and its only been eight minutes-
how..?? ive been reading for what felt like HOURS-
he thought to himself, he soon got bored of reading and decided to look for another activity to do, so he went outside.. the weather was fairly okay, it wasn’t too hot-
he started messing around in the backyard of the manor, observing bugs or rolling in the grass with Titus.. and even attempting to learn how to ride a bike by himself (which he failed at miserably)
okay, NOW an hour HAS to have passed
he looked at his now muddied Batman branded smartwatch…
only ELEVEN minutes passed?? thats ridiculous!
Damian stomped back into the manor, now all sweaty and muddy-
he started looking for another activity to do..
why won’t time just go by!
he observed the living room.. he saw a few crayons that were laying there since yesterday when he last used them… the living room rarely gets cleaned because its always occupied-
he went to grab the crayons.. but he had a better idea to do with them! he carried them with him as he made his way to the front porch… he’s done this before with Dick.. coloring on the pavement!
he started drawing all sorts of little things… a bat symbol.. a dog and a cat that resembled Titus and Alfred (the cat)… and he even drew the pretty purple, pink and blue flag that Tim had hanging on his wall! (he still hasn’t gotten around to asking Tim what it signified.)
though what Damian didn’t know- is that he and Dick colored with chalk… which is way easier to clean then crayons-
he checked his watch again..
9:24?? it took me much longer to make a father’s day drawing and the paper was much smaller then this pavement!
Damian grumbled his way back inside, leaving the crayons out in the sun…
what else could he do..? he was out of ideas… he started pacing around, trying to find something new to do.. and low and behold.. he did! he was gonna make himself a castle out of the sofa cushions.
their living room had two big sofas and two arm chairs.. he totally has enough supplies!
he started taking out the cushions and organizing them to build himself a fort.. he had all of them in one big pile in no time, he was amazed by it for a while, climbing up and down, wrecking it and rebuilding it… until it got boring… so he checked the clock..
only fifteen minutes have passed..? this is taking FOREVER! its unacceptable.
Damian whined to himself
how long does an hour take!
he was even starting to get tired again… so he made his way back to his room… maybe if he laid on the bed for a while… he’s gonna… pass… the time-
and just like that he fell asleep again..
the first one to wake up was bruce.. at sharply 10’o clock, he noticed little muddy footsteps on the stairs… when he walked down- everything was a wreck! the living room’s floors are muddy! so are the cushions that are totally messed up and thrown into a pile in the middle of the room- he followed the muddy footsteps to the backyard… where there was a very dirty Titus in his dog house…and some muddy spots on the green grass- he groaned at the sight- then Alfred (the cat) rubbed his head on bruce’s legs.. as if asking him to follow, so bruce did- and Alfred (the cat) led him to the front porch… where there were melted crayons and lots of drawings on the pavement… as if the the other things weren’t a clear sign.. this made it clear that this was Damian’s work.
he walked upstairs.. feeling himself developing a headache from how much destruction this kid could cause in so little time- when he reached Damian’s room.. there was the little demon spawn-
sleeping on the bed ever so peacefully.. looking like a total angel.
aww… i can’t be mad at that..
bruce thought to himself as he smiled fondly.. he walked over to Damian’s bed and took the boy’s shoes off for him, before covering him up with the sheets that now totally need washing..
he kissed him on the head, walked out and closed the lights..
maybe he could handle a bit of a mess if it meant Damian was acting his age.