A little sweet moment between two brother's after a grueling night of normal crime-fighting in Gotham. It's been a while since I uploaded and seriously I know it's never easy but I like hearing what you think otherwise I'll go moping in a corner because you probably don't like it. And I know for a fact that everyone likes Constructive criticism. I do not hold myself responsible for any response's or offenses to those who have offended me. Sorry for any out-of-characterness from either characters who I obviously don't own because DC Comic's would be in ruins by now if I did.

PS. If you want me to write a certain prompt PM me and I'll see what I can do and if I can do it. (Well, that wasn't long at all)

Damian and I sat on one of the many gargoyles situated in Gotham as the nightly breeze swept our capes away from our feet. We had finished our round of patrol thirty minutes ago but ever since Alfred died we didn't really have a reason to report back to the cave for another while.

As long as Damian didn't fall asleep during his classes everything was fine. We just sat there enjoying the smog of the city we held so dearly. Until Damian decided to break the quiet comfort.

"Do you think father would have approved?"

"Of what Dami?" I asked quietly observing his masked face.

"Of everything I've done so far."

"He would have been pretty proud of his son, indeed. What makes you ask?"

"Thank you, Grayson." Was all he said in response. I didn't pressure another response out of him. The 'thank you' was enough to throw me off. I stood up and didn't really need to say anything because Damian knew it was time to go and probably get some sleep.

The rain had started on our way home and didn't stop when even after we had bid good nights. The lightening only started an hour after that. I knew Damian would never admit it but he was afraid of such a mundane thing. I never told Tim it would be more material for him to make fun of Dami.

He was asleep, turning and twisting in his bed, it was normal on nights like this, the nightmares worsened, I knew how that felt. I moved him slightly, laying in the bed next to him and wrapping my arms around him.

"Get out of my bed Grayson." He mumbled keeping his eye clamped shut as the thunder struck once more.

"But I'm scared…" I whispered with a smile. He just growled and fell back to sleep, gradually the twisting and turning turned into a still little boy clutching onto his older brother each time the lighting and thunder struck.

Just before I went to sleep, myself and I only think I imagined it because never in anyone's time's with Damian had they heard him say thank you twice in one night without trying to bite someone's head off.

Alfred would have been proud, Bruce would have been too and I certainly was…