Safe (BatBoys)

A Gift

Cora pov:

I can feel how scrunched up my face is, my eyes are narrowed and focused.

My brush follows the guideline I drew. The yellow outlining the red. If I took a step back I would see the full image of Titus, but my focus is glued to the canvas.

It took awhile to decide what image I would paint. I would have painted Damian, but I don't want to risk messing up and he probably would prefer something else. I don't want to come off as conceited if I painted myself. So Titus it is.

I want it to be something Damian loves. The painting is for him after all. There's no special occasion coming up, but I want to give him something. These are, probably, his art supplies that I'm using. So it's kinda like I'm giving them back, but different than they were.

At least that's how I hope he sees it. I don't want to make him upset but he doesn't even seem to notice they went missing in the first place. I also have a feeling I know when he got them.

I still don't fully understand his guilt about my kidnappings, but I understand what it could lead to. Throwing out art supplies is probably the tamest option.

So maybe, this could help prove that I really don't blame him. These art supplies are just art supplies to me, and it's okay that he bought them. He hasn't told me about his feelings since I first woke up that day, or night. I'm still not sure on the time.

I'm dragged out of my ever present thoughts by a loud and rapid knock on my door. I swish my paintbrush around the water. I need to see who it is before I let them in. If it's Dami I'll have to divert him away from my room for a bit.

I creak open the door, just enough to pop my head out. I relax as soon as I see who it is. Tim stands there looking ecstatic.

"Cora you will never believe what happened last night!" He says, jittery. Did he drink another Red Bull coffee abomination?

"Tell me anyway." I say, a grin spreading across my face. I open my door wider, allowing him in. I swear I see him skip.

"Okay so I got a little tipsy." He starts, popping on my bed. He barely notices the brightly coloured canvas.

"You got drunk, go on." I prompt, closing my door.

"Potato patato. Anyways, Jason helped me get back to my room and I was kinda delirious, so, I CONFESSED!" He says excitedly. I blink at him. Obviously it went well but I'll let him rant for a bit.

"I'm proud of you Timmy! But what did he say?" I ask sitting next to him excitedly on the bed. He may be shaking.

"Cora I shit you not-"

"Language."

"HE FEELS THE SAME!" Tim shouts, grabbing me by the shoulders. My grin feels like it's splitting my face.

"OH MY GOD I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!" I yell back, a giddy feeling filling my chest. I throw my arms around him and he squeezes me back. I pull away quickly, needing more information.

"So what does that mean now? Are you dating?" I ask excitedly, my voice raising an octave.

"We're boyfriends! We're dating! Gah! I'm so happy!" He shouts, falling backwards on my bed with his arms up. I laugh lightly.

"That's amazing Tim. I'm happy for you." I say, my face softening. He's been so worried about this for so long.

"I'm happy for me too!" He says, his voice elated. He sits up with the biggest grin I've ever seen.

"You should be! Wait, where's Jay now?" I ask, simply curious.

"Oh, he had to go set up some things. He didn't say what or why, just that it needed to be arranged. I didn't want to ask." He says sheepishly. I shrug.