Mio Amore Rosso

Meeting Tim / talking things out

Damian POV 6 yrs old.

I laid my head on Dick's shoulder while he talked to Aunty Diana. She came over to watch us when daddy left. It was late and I didnt understand why daddy had to leave, or when he'd be back. He seemed upset, and so did Dick. They wouldn't tell me why though.

That's okay. Soon I'll be seven. Then when I ask questions, they have to answer me.

Aunty Diana was talking about how late it was when daddy and Alfred finally walked in. I shot up in Dick's arms, eagerly wiggling around so he'd put me down.

When he finally did, I ran over to them, only stopping when I noticed daddy holding something. Or someone.

A boy.

I frowned, looking up at daddy confused then back at the boy, looking at his face. He had been crying, but was sleeping now I think.

"Daddy where'd you go?" Before he could answer me, Dick was beside me, asking more questions than I could count and looking at the boy just as confused as I am.

Daddy shushed both of us when the boy in his arms stirred a little, whining faintly before tucking himself closer into daddy. He didn't wake up though and Daddy sighed in relief then told us to wait for him as he headed upstairs with Aunty Diana.

Tilting my head to the side, I pouted a little, watching them go out of view. "He's small like me. Who is he? Why was he cryin? Why did daddy bring him here?" Looking up at Dick, I watched him shrug. "I don't know, Dami."

I huffed, then yawned and rubbed my eyes feeling sleepy again as i calmed down from all the excitement. Dick noticed and picked me back up, cuddling me into him as we waited for daddy.

When he finally came back down the stairs, he was alone and I frowned deeply. "Daddy, where'd you put him?" I reached out for him, leaning away from Dick. He took me and held me on his hip, rubbing my back a little.

"I laid him down, Damian. He's had a long, rough day and he's very tired." As I nodded, I yawned again and laid my head on his shoulder. It had been a long day for me too. I was ready to go to sleep and would happily fall asleep in Daddy's arms.

Dick looked a little impatient. "Dad, who is he?" We both curiously waited for that answer as Daddy took a deep breath, motioning for Dick to come closer before sitting down.

He held me in his lap as Dick walked over to him. He was quiet for a moment, but gave both of us a kind, tired smile. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and gentle.

"His name is Timothy. He's gonna be living with us now. It's gonna be hard for a little bit, he'll be sad and confused so just give him some space and be nice okay." He hugged both of us, kissing our heads before standing back up.

Dick and I both nodded and I tilted my head again, giving daddy a thoughtful look. "So...he's my brother now?" Daddy gave me a small smile and nodded. "Yes, Dami. He's a little older than you though. But I think you'll get along great."

He kissed my head, then set me on the floor next to Dick. "It's late. Go get in bed. You can meet Tim in the morning." He kissed Dick's head next before waiting for us to head up to bed.

We both said goodnight to him, then Dick grabbed my hand, walking with me upstairs.

I didn't know exactly how I felt about having another brother. Dick was all I needed. He was the best big brother, but I was excited to have someone here around my own age. I still didn't know why he was here, but maybe we could be friends.