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Dick was trying his best to build a solid trustful friendship with Damian. It was hard, very hard. The boy never talked about anything and just answered his questions with small words, nothing beyond the truth. Very direct, always serious.
But surely it wouldn’t stop Dick.
They were eating, just the two of them, on the manor’s kitchen. It really wasn’t that rare those moments. Bruce used to skip dinner to work or for patrol. Alfred used to eat earlier than everyone. Jason was out, he almost never visited the manor, mainly on meals, and Tim was out with the Titans.
Just the two of them.
Dick and Damian.
He smiled. That was alright. The only time they had talked was when Dick asked him lots of random things, but he got happy for the replies. It seemed like progress.
“So how was your day?”, he started.
Damian raised his eyes to look at him. Bright green. Al Ghul.
“Fine.”
“Oh. That’s good.”, Dick replied. “What did you have for lunch?”
“Cucumber, rice and…”, Damian frowned. He looked down. “I…”
Dick got worried for just a few seconds. “What happened?”
“I can’t remember the word.”
Dick gave him a large smile. That was sweet. Very, very sweet. Not being perfect. Not trying to be perfect. Forgetting words, like a ten-year-old immigrant little boy.
“Well, I can help. Just give me some clues.”
Damian bit his lip.
“Orange.”
“Orange? Like the fruit?”
“Yes but no. Orange like the color.”
“Oh”, Dick smiled.
“The word seems like ‘rabbit’.”
“Rabbit? Oh my God. For lunch?”, Dick laughed. Suddenly, he got worried Damian would feel bad for his laugh. Like he was a joke, or mistaken. He got a relief when Damian smiled.
“It was a vegetable. Orange vegetable.”
“Pumpkin?”
“No.”
“Carrot?”
“Yes. Carrot. I had carrots.”, Damian said.
“Well, that’s nice, Dami.”, Dick said, holding a wish to rub the kid’s hair.