Bondings Not so Bad

Last Night

Normal POV

Damian woke up around noon the next day, which was abnormal for him. He 'never' slept in. He walked downstairs and saw Tim in the kitchen and approached him.

"How did I get in my room last night?" He asked still groggy from waking up.

"You fell asleep on the coach when we were watching the movie, so I carried you to your room." Tim smiled as he set a plate with two grilled cheese sandwiches on the table for Damian before getting his own.

Damian didn't say anything, he just stood there with an impassive look on his face. Finally he went up to the table and sat down not looking at Tim who was already seated, "You will never speak of that, got it?" If he had looked up, he would have seen a huge smile plastered on Tim's face as he ate.

A few minutes later, he suddenly stood up and slammed his hands on the table. To keep himself from choking, Damian quickly put his sandwich down and coughed with his hand over his mouth trying to swallow the bite he had in his mouth. "What are you trying to do, kill me?" he shouted annoyed.

Tim simply smiled down at him, "Nope. But we are gonna play some games."

Damian's anger was replaced with confusion in a matter of seconds, "What?" he deadpanned.

"I did what you wanted yesterday, so we're gonna do what I want today. And what I wanna do is play board games." Tim said enthusiastically with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Damian stared at his brother, analyzing him, "You are 13, right?"

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UNO:
"Okay, so you start out with 7 cards and the object of the game is to play all the cards in your hand. You can play your cards by matching it with the card in the middle by number, color, or card. Got it?" Tim explained excited.

"Seems simple enough," Damian said confident he could win at an easy game like this. How wrong he was.

Tim smiled and started dealing the cards on the table between them. They decided to play in the study for the convenience of the table and chairs (with the added bonus of comfort). When he was done, he set the deck in the middle and flipped a card over, "Okay, I dealt so you go first." Tim said looking down at the cards in his hands.

Damian looked at the blue 4 and slowly put down a 9 in the same color. Tim laid a blue then Damian again before the game took a drastic turn.

Tim laid down a draw 4 change color card and Damian smuggly slammed down the same card. Tim laughed at his brothers misplaced confidence and did the same, "Draw 12, Dami."

Damian stared shocked at how his brother had tricked him before gruggily adding 12 cards to his hand leaving him with a total of 17. Tim laid down a red 7 and looked back up at his sulking brother, "Your turn." he smiled sweetly.

Damian grumbled and put down a red himself. Tim threw a red skip on the deck, then a change color, and finally a yellow 3. "I win." he said already re-shuffling the cards.

They played for about an hour the score being 21 games to 1. to put it simply....Tim won this game.

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BATTLESHIP:
"The first thing you have to do is place those shipd somewhere on your board. Once thats done we take turns calling out coordinates trying to sink each others ships. The winner is the person that sinks all of his opponents ships first. If you call a coordinate and I say miss, you put in that place a white peg. If you call a coordinate and I say hit, you put in that place a red peg. By doing this your basically mapping what my board looks like. Think you got the jist of it?"

Damian smirked and nodded. He was exceedingly confident in this game. When he was with the League of Shadows he'd been forced to learn stradegy. Study his opponents to predict their movements. In this case, he would simply watch Tims eye movements to predict where his ships were.

(Okay, so I don't want to do the whole conversation thing, it's to much trouble and their talking is short. So, instead I'll just put their names in front of each dialect so you know who is speaking.)

Tim: "Okay,then. M9."

Damian: "Miss. A8."

Tim: "Uhhh....Hit. Now you get to go again."

Damian: "B8."

Tim: "Hit...."

Damian: "C8."

Tim: "Hit."

Damian: "C9."

Tim: "Hit."

Damian: "B9."

Tim: "H-Hit. You sunk my Aircraft Carrier."

Completely engrossed in the game, Damian didn't even seem fazed by the fact that he made Tim studder. Of course on the inside he was laughing his ass off. He watched Tim's eyes scan over his board and internally smirked. "H8."

TIME SKIP TO CLOSE TO THE END OF THIS GAME

10 minutes later and alot of Damian's turns later, Tim was completely fuming, "N5"

"Come on! How did you sink all my ships?! You never even got one wrong!" Tim yelled as he stood up and came over to look at Damian's board.

Damian simply gave a small chuckle and looked up at his brother standing over, "It's all about strategy and observation, Timmy."

Tim glared at his brother, but went and sat back down in his chair and started clearing his board, "Rematch."

They played for almost two and a half hours. You can imagine Tim's anger when he still hadn't won one game.

BREAK....BREAK....BREAK....BREAKThey continued to play games such as chess, connect four, scrabble, clue, and you should have seen Damian's face when Tim brought out Candyland. They were currently eating a dinner of meat and cheese quesadillas when Tim found something out about Damian.

"How have you never seen Edward Scissorhands?!" Tim asked surprised.

"I'm just not a big movie person Tim." Damian said taking another bite of his food.

"Well, thats what we're watching tonight. I dont care what you say. Thats like my favorite movie and I still dont know how you've never seen it." Tim stated not knowing if he was happy or annoyed.

They both finished eating at about 9 that night and Tim went and put the movie into the player. They sat on the couch and started to watch the hour and fourty-five minute movie. At around 10:15 both were peacefully asleep on the couch.

(Sorry, it took me so long to update. I may have accidentally given myself a concussion, but I finally got it )