Little (Y/n) was never a talkative child to begin with. He was always kind, and happy. No matter what you gave him, he was always satisfied with a little.
But things changed for little (Y/n), once he suffered the lost of his parents, he was now more...
School ended, and Damian texted (Y/n) to meet him outside the school. In which he replied that he will meet him there.
When he saw him exciting the school main entrance, he noticed that he was with two of his closest friends. Without mentioning that almost more than half of the school were saying good bye too him.
He was awfully popular due to his sweat personality.
"Good bye, guys! See you on next weekend!" (Y/n) said with a smile while he waved at his friends who were doing the same, and parting their separate ways.
When he got to Damian, he gave him a smile. "So what's up? Why did you wanted too meet up here?"
"Because I'm taking you out." Damian said looking at the smaller, seeing how a small blush covered lighting his cheeks.
"Where are going?" (Y/n) asked filled with curiosity.
"You'll see when we're there." Said Damian, at that moment Alfred arrived, and took them to the mannor. "But first lets get changed."
《Some Time Later...》
"(Y/n), are you done yet?" Asked Damian while knocking at the bathroom door.
"I'm almost finished. Just give me 5 minutes." (Y/n) shouted, and Damian went to wait for him on the hall.
He was mostly done with his outfit. It consisted on some light long Jeans, and a nice soft red long sleeved shirt with a little rose logo on it.
(Y/n) was done, but he decided to comb his hair, and tied it on a black rubber band. When he was combing his bangs, he noticed that one small strand of his hair was a soft almost pastel pink.
He tried to brush it away too see if it could just dissapear magically, but it didn't. (Y/n) searched the cabinet of the bathroom quickly, and found a bottle of pills he didn't though he would use after a year, and a half.
He took to pill, and drank them with sink water.
Hiding his strand of maroon hair on the rest of his mane, and putting a nice clip on it so it didn't fall off.
"I'm ready!" (Y/n) said smiling, while going down the stairs.
"Finally..." Damian returned the smile. "Let's go."
Both boys went walking on the sunset of Gotham. An explosion of colors going to bright, to dimmer by the minute. A combination of yellow, red, orange, lavander, and purple.
(Y/n) observed the skies, as he walked in awe at the view, blushing of appreciation.
Damian looked at him, and smiled a bit at the younger's reaction.
After that, both boys went to watch movies, played in the arcade, and went eating ice cream.
"Thanks for today..." (Y/n) smiled with happiness. "It was really fun going out today..."
"Your welcome." He smiled back, and ruffled his hair. Hoping he get a chuckling (Y/n), but he didn't.
(Y/n) quickly made sure if the same strand of maroon hair was under his mane, and did a bun to cover his act. "H-Hey, you messed up my hair!" He stuttered with a but of a trembling voice.
Damian found it weird since (Y/n) always seemed to love that kind of affection, hut decided to shrug it off for their well being.
The oldest noticed some flowers on his way back to his home, got closer to them, and hid whatever he was doing from the youngest.
"Damian? What are you doing..?" (Y/n) rose a brow curiously as he tried to see what he was doing.
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Damian turned around, and put him a flower crown on (Y/n)'s head. Both of them connecting their hands to put the flower crown, but both of the boys felt something that made one of the boy react.
The oldest took his hands out of the crown, while the youngest simply held it.
"I thought that this could make it up to you, you seemed a bit worked up earlier because I messed up your hair..." Damian said averting his gaze from (Y/n).
"Uhmm... thanks, it's a nice little gift." (Y/n) look at the floor, trying to hide his redden cheeks from Damian.
Damian nodded, and they began walking again.
Silence took over the night, the cold breeze making sounds as they traveled in the leaves.
Damian glanced at (Y/n), who seemed to be in his own little world, while hugging himself, and trembling a bit from the cold.
He took it upon himself, and put his jacket around (Y/n). Making the boy look at him, and gave him a heartwarming smile.
"Thanks..." He said blushing, and looking in front if him, eyes not meeting up with Damian, but the oldest nodded in acknowledgment.
When they arrived, (Y/n) gave back his jacket to Damian, but he didn't want it back.
"Stay with it, you look better with it..." Damian said softly, and (Y/n) nodded blushing again, making Damian to have a sly grin on his face.
After that, (Y/n) went to the bathroom to take a bath to get on his pajamas, but he hesitated, and look at his mirror. He noticed how cute he looked with Damian's jacket, and the flower crown he gave him, and he blushed, heart racing up a bit.
He took the flower crown so he could do something to preserve it tomorrow, and saw the same strand of maroon hair falling off. But this time, he saw more strands of hair like that than he has ever saw in his entire life.
(Y/n) tried to brush it away, but for some strange reason is seemed to made it worse, and let the color travel to other part of his hair. He got out the same bottle of pills desperately, and increased the pills amount up to five. His movements were so harsh that he cause the open bottle of pills going down the sink drain.
He stopped, trying to calm himself down, but I didn't seem to help, he made things worse when he unintentionally got rid of the last pills that were created, and given to him a couple of years ago.
The prescription was something only sophisticated scientist could get, the worst part was that his father was the only one to create those pills, and since he is no longer here a refill that he so much desired was near to impossible to get.
That's when things started to get difficult for (Y/n), and that made him broke down on the bathroom...
He slid down the bathroom floor. A tear traveling down on his cheeks.
"What am I going to do with you..?" (Y/n) mumbled looking at he's exposed nable.
The tear fell off to the flower crown that was on the floor, and the contact of it made the flower crown grew a bit more flowers, and regained more color.
