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Homework

Richard and Damien were close. This was due to Dick taking a fatherly figure role in Damiens' eyes since Bruce didn't fill that role very well.
Well, right now, Damien was doing some homework since Dick had said it would be good for him to learn proper social queues and interactions. Well, Damien was very intelligent in lots of subjects that was, apart from English. Now, he was stuck. Who could help him? Alfred was out. Jason literally dropped out. Tim was out with Steph. He wasn't gonna ask Bruce. So that left Dick. Dick would have been his first choice, but the acrobat had gotten injured on his last parole and was now in the Batcave. Although the youngest Wayne wanted his brother to actually get some rest, he needed help, and he knew Dick was good at English even if it wasn't his first language he had studied so hard and liked it so much he was really good at it like so good people expect it to be his primal language.
So the little assassin made his way down to his brother.

✨️At the Batcave✨️

Dick was awake and just staring at nothing really when he heard someone. He then saw Damien poke his head around the door.
"You're awake?"
He questioned.
"Yeah, I just woke up, so what's up?"
The acrobat looked to his younger brother.
"English homework."
Damien said putting it on Dicks lap while taking a seat next to him.
"Ahh, so it's about Ozymandias?"
Damien nods. He hadn't really been paying attention, so he only knew the title.
"So........"
Dick then guided him through the work, helping him to read the poem and understand it and helping him to infer it as well.
"Do you get that?"
Dick asks, wanting to make sure Damien had understood his explanation.
"Yeah, thanks, but uh, how did you remember all of that?"
Dick looked at Damien and smiled.
"Well, when I was with the circus, I was gifted a poetry book, and back then, it was like my first book, and I still have it actually, and I read it over and over again."
Dick smiled at the nice memory.
"Oh, so you genuinely like poems?"
Dick laughed and looked towards his younger brother.
"Yes, I do. I find them interesting and quite fun to read and write."
"You like to write poems?"
"Yes, I've written a few. Some have even been published under a fake allias, of course, but they've done well."
"Wait, hang on, you're a literal poet, and you never told us?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot I told no one, not even Bruce."
Damien looked at his brother in shock.
Dick yawns handing the book back to Damien.
"Well, is there anything else?"
"No, that's all. Thank you, Grayson. Now, you must rest."
Chuckling, Richard smiles to Damien before laying down.
"Goodnight, gremlin."
"Goodnight, Dickie."
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