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Gotham has been surprisingly peaceful recently, patrols ended as planned and there weren’t any big villain heists, meaning that Damian has had a lot more free time recently. He spends his time perfecting his drawing skills, after all as the blood son he needs to be perfect.
Tonight, patrol went smoothly, just some robbers and dealers to arrest. Damian decided to practise drawing faces. He preppers all the art supplies on the desk, neatly organising them on his desks. He sits down and opens up his sketchbook. He picks up the pencil and slowly starts sketching a male face. Damian is in the habit of focusing on the details, ignoring the full picture until later. He draws the features that he finds to be the best looking.
His drawing process is just like his fighting style, fast and without unnecessary strokes. Damian’s lines were even and perfectly straight. He finishes the sketch quickly and as he finally looks at the full sketch he notices that the man he drew looks very familiar, the nose, the hair hell, even the eyebrows are the same as Jonathan's. Damian quickly opens the sketchbook to a new page and starts drawing another face this time a female one.
Damian spends the next half an hour drawing several faces, all of them reminding him of Jon whether it’s the hair, face shape, smile or even the nose. No matter what face he drew it all looked like Jon. Eventually, he just closes the sketchbook and puts everything back.
Just as he prepares to go train to relieve the frustration of not being able to draw different faces, Jon texts him.
“Damian, can we go get ice cream tomorrow?”
“Fine”
Damian couldn't help but let his frustration fade away. The corners of his mouth twitch upwards involuntarily. He would never admit it but he was truly excited for tomorrow.