Robins!

A Coat For Damian

A/N: I do not own the picture!  Even though it is really cute..:)

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Damian walked down the street, wearing his usual black attire.  A short sleeved black shirt and black pants, not to mention black socks, and black boots.  There was only one flaw in his uniform.

It was winter and it was cold.  Really cold.   He owned no long sleeves which made it really cold.  Damian blew a puff of wind, visible in the fading daylight.  The trees were bare and golden orange leaves crunched under his boots.  He hung his head down and hunched his head into his shoulders, trying to keep it warm.  He shoved his hands into his pockets and pulled out a pair of earmuffs and put them on his ears.  Then he shoved his hands back into his for extra warmth.

It would be so much easier if he had just had a coat.  But he would not let anybody know he was cold, he would not let them laugh at him.  Especially Drake.  He continued up the walk to Wayne Manor.

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Tim was in his room reading his book when a sudden gust of wind blew through the window and flipped all the pages, gosh darn.

Tim ran to the window and struggled to close it, and succeeded.  He blew on his hands and glanced up to look outside at what damage the wind was doing.   The branches of the trees swayed violently, threatening to break.  The leaves on the ground swirled into little whirlwinds, twirling and dancing.

But what really caught Tim's eye was Damian.  What the heck was the crazy kid doing without a sweatshirt, a jacket, a sweater, a coat, a something?  He looked like he was freezing.

Tim snuck into Damian's room and bolted to the closet.  He searched the whole thing and suspicions confirmed, no Damian did not own a coat.  Tim sighed, why didn't the kid ask anybody for a coat?

Because we'll all laugh at him.  Tim snickered at the thought and left Damian's room.  Because we'll laugh at him.  Tim stopped in the middle of the hall and stopped snickering.  Because we'll all laugh at him.  It was true, he didn't want to be laughed at.  Tim said it out loud,"Because we'll laugh at him.."

"Can you keep it down?!" Jason walked out of his room holding a gun,"I mean seriously?  I don't even know why..."

"Because we'll laugh at him!" Tim realized and rushed into his room, leaving behind a very very confused Jason.  

Dick walked out of his room,"What was that about?"

"I think Joker hit him with a crazy bomb." Jason remarked in a kind of off way.

Dick's and Jason's eyes widened and they looked at each other in panic, then suddenly relaxed their eyes,"Nah!"

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Tim was pacing around his room,"Dami doesn't want to ask for a coat because we'll all laugh at him and joke that for a trained assassin he is a real wuss, or something really ridiculous."

Tim rushed out of his room,"I!" he shouted, then realized that wasn't what he meant and rushed back into his room.

"You know I'm really thinking that that Joker crazy bomb may be a possibility now!" Dick said turning to Jason.

"In that case, we have something to be very afraid about." Jason nodded back.

Both brothers nodded jokingly, and started to laugh.

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The next day, Damian stood in front of the coat store, staring at the coat the he wished he had.  It was black, blacker than midnight.  One yellow strip ran down either side and the inside was really fuzzy looking.  It looked so so warm, and he really wished he could have it.

He pressed his pudgy face against the window and pressed his hands hard against it too.  Suddenly the store manager guy took down the coat and brought it to the counter were a young boy was buying the coat. 

Damian sighed, his hopes for a warm coat were broken.  He turned away from the window and started walking when Tim appeared in front of him, holding something behind his back.

"What is it Drake?" Damian sneered.

"Sheesh, well I was just going to give you this fine coat, but I guess it's mine now." Tim shrugged.

Damian looked at the coat in front of him.  The perfect coat.  Black with a yellow stripe and fuzzy in the inside."Really? For me?"  he accepted the coat into his arms.

"Anything for you Dami," Tim grinned,"You know, even trained assassins aren't cold resistant.  Don't worry, we all know it.  We would never laugh at you for it."

And with that Tim jumped up onto a building and disappeared, leaving a smiling Damian behind.

"Thank you Drake, thank you." Damian whispered putting on the coat.