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? Cuts and Cuddles ?

"There we are Master Damian." Alfred said. "Mister Jon, if you wouldn't mind sitting him up and wrapping his stomach for me." The butler said. I nodded. I snaked an arm under Damian who was half awake. I sat him up and too the white bandages from Alfred. 

I unravelled the bandage roll, about to wrap Damian's abdomen when he placed his hand over one of mine. 

"I can do it myself Kent." He snapped although not out of anger, more out of what appeared to be embarrassment. I backed up, handing him the bandages. 

"Oh! Right, o-of course you can..." I stood awkwardly at the side waiting for the ex-assassin to finish wrapping himself. 

"Kent, can you pass me the scissors?" Damian asked, breaking the silence. I nodded and grabbed the scissors that were just out of the vigilante's reach. I was about to pass them to him when I hesitated. "Kent, I need them now." Damian said, holding out an open palm. 

"Can I at least help you?" I asked, looking up at him. Damian sighed. 

"You helped enough by getting me home safely, I can cut bandages on my own." He said. I frowned and stepped forward, pushing aside his awaiting hand. 

"Kent-"

"Just let me help." I said. Damian opened his mouth to object but closed it. He let a small huff, crossing his arms and looking away. I smirked, cutting the bandage and using a silver pin to secure it in place. I tugged at the bandages a bit to make sure they were tight enough. Once I was sure they'd stay in place, I stepped back. 

A small blush dusted Damian's cheeks and his lips were pressed in a thin line. 

"Thank you for your unnecessary help." He snapped. I shrugged. 

"You're welcome." The young Wayne rolled his eyes and stood up. Once of his hands shot to his stomach and he winced. I stepped forward and he held up a hand to stop me. 

"I'm fine." He insisted. I rolled my eyes.

"You always say that." I said as I scooped him up bridal style. I began walking towards the exit of the cave with a thrashing Damian in my arms. 

"Kent you imbecile! Put me the hell down now!" He shouted. I ignored him and he continued thrashing around. "Now Kent! I can walk just fine!" He shouted as I walked into the manor. 

"Damian shush, you're going to wake your family." I scolded. Damian glared at me. 

"Oh to hell with that bullshit, put me down!" I ignored him and quickly flew off the ground and up the large flight of stairs. 

"I swear to God Kent, if one of my brothers sees us, I'll kill you both." The smaller threatened. 

"Yeah, yeah shortie." I mumbled. Damian smacked my chest. "Hey!" 

"I'm not short! Father says I'm just growing slowly." Damian defended, puffing out his cheeks. I blushed. He looked adorable.

"Whatever Wayne." I responded, pushing open his bedroom door. 

"Okay, we've made it to our destination, now put me down!" Damian more so whined than shouted. I smirked. 

"Okay!" And with that, dropped him on the bed. He landed softly. 

"You're dead to me Kent." He batglared. I rolled my eyes. 

"I saved your life tonight, you should be nicer to me." I pouted, crossing my arms. Damian scoffed and made his way over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of green long sleeve pjs and green shorts. 

"Well I'm going to bed." He announced. 

"What about me?" I exclaimed, hovering off the ground. 

"Are you spending the night?" He asked, removing the remaining articles of his Robin suit and changing into the pjs. They were a little big on him and he looked so adorable I was tempted to fly over and kiss him. 

"Am I welcome to?" I asked. 

"Yeah sure." He responded, crawling onto the bed. 

"Do you have the clothes I leave here?" I asked. Damian nodded and pointed to the dresser. 

"They're in the third drawer." He responded. I flew over and opened the drawer finding two sets of day clothes, an extra pair of glasses and a pair of my pjs. I pulled out the pjs. They consisted of a white t-shirt and light black plaid pants. 

I quickly changed out of my Superboy suit and into the pjs. I glanced at Damian who was pulling back the grey covers on his bed. 

"Where am I going to sleep?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips. Damian shrugged. 

"I'm too tired to ask Pennyworth to make another bed. Just come sleep with me." He yawned. I blushed. 

"O-oh okay." I crawled into the bed beside the teen. I got under the covers and laid with my back to Damian. After a few minutes, I felt arms wrap around my stomach. I felt myself heating up as Damian pressed his face into my back. 

"Cold?" I chuckled, still blushing. 

"Shut up, but yes." Damian mumbled. I shifted so I was lying on my back. Damian also shifted so his head rested over my chest. I prayed he couldn't hear my heart beating rapidly in my chest. If he did, he didn't say anything and closed his eyes. I rested a hand on the small of his back and slowly drifted off. 

Alfred's pov

I knocked lightly on Master Damian's door. I had heard a small ruckus a little earlier and decided to check and make sure everything was okay. 

"Master Damian?" I asked quietly so as to not wake him if he was asleep. There was no response. I opened the door quietly and peered inside. I smiled at the sight before me. 

"How lovely. I should inform Mr Clark about the whereabouts of his son." I said aloud. I quickly took out the camera I always kept in my pocket for situations like these and took a picture (see image above). 

"Sleep well Master Damian and Jon." I whispered before closing the door and calling Mr Clark.