Work Text:
“Jason!” Screeched Damian before the two came clambering into the living room.
Bruce and Dick watched in amazement as the industrial sized fridge of a man leaped seamlessly over the couch, spinning around with a grin.
Damian stopped short at the couch, snarling. “You give that back right now Todd!”
“Nope!” Jason laughed, holding a book of some kind night above the teenagers head. “Not until everyone sees!”
With his interest thoroughly piqued, Dick straightened. “What is it?” Damian was going very red and Dick wanted to know what got the boy so worked up.
“Grayson!” He whined, whipping around to see his father and oldest brother so interested.
“Jason?” Dick ignored him, instead focusing on Jason who was flicking through the pages. When he was seemingly satisfied, Jason turned the page around to show a drawing. Dick cooed at the sight. “Aww, baby bird! It’s so good!”
Damian looked horrified, turning back to jump on the couch. He tried to use the height leverage to grab the book, but missed when Jason sidestepped.
“Todd! I demand you give it back this instance!”
“Come and get it!”
Damian vaulted towards Jason, tackling him as best as a wiry fourteen year old could. In the scuffle, both parties failed to realise when Tim entered the room, cradling some coffee and messy hair from probably waking up in some random location moments before.
Watching the two fight as best as a small fourteen year old and actual giant, the object of such a struggle left Jason’s hands, landing right in front of Tim’s feet.
As he looked down, he found himself squinting at the drawing of someone familiar.
Oh.
That was a drawing of him.
Damian launched himself towards the ground, using his body to shield Tim’s view of the drawing.
“Damian, did you-“ Tim started.
Damian looked up with a scowl, face red. “You saw nothing Drake! I was simply trying to draw the most disgusting thing I could think of.”
Tim resisted the urge to coo, as that would probably result in a death of a thousand papercuts. So instead, he did the most logical thing.
Tim grabbed Damian, hauling him up. “I saw nothing, in fact, I’m blind in one eye.” He deadpanned, bending down to grab Damian’s now closed sketchbook.
“Do not be stupid Drake.” Damian hissed, but he visibly relaxed at Tim not acknowledging the well done graphite drawing.
With one last glare at every other member in the room, especially Jason, Damian stormed out.
“Great job.” Tim drawled, directing his gaze to Jason. “Expect some sort of venomous animal in your bed tonight.”
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Damian was super embarrassed, so Tim decided it was best to not mention it, but it also felt wrong to just completely ignore it.
So if Damian found a basket of top line art supplies on his bed after school one day? Nothing was said.
And if Tim found a drawing of him using the coloured pencils Damian had recently acquired? Nothing was said.