Summary- little Damian is upset because he keeps regressing, but he doesn't know what that is, luckily Dick is there to save the day!
(This is non sexual and was written to be interpreted that way, please do not sexualize my works, thank you!)
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To be fair Damian hated a lot of things, but mostly this.
His head aches, everything is so loud, and bright, and he's so tired, and everything feels so big.
It felt scary, like he was a little kid all over again.
If he ever even really was one...but it didn't matter, what did matter was that he was at school, and he didn't know what to do about this, he felt like he was suffocating on the thick air, surrounded by things much bigger than him.
He couldn't think clearly, and he was alone, all alone, Jon had attempted to speak to him, asking what was wrong, Damian didn't answer. For some reason he couldn't, not even if he wanted to, and that was so weird, shouldn't he be able to speak? He usually could.
No he always could. He wasn't weak, there was nothing weak about him.
Not even this stupid response he had recently when things got just a little too frustrating.
The bell rings and it's like it's blasting through his skull ringing around before tumbling out, he feels like he wants to scream, he wants to kick and scream, and he wants his dad, and he doesn't want to be alone.
He's trying to rush out of the door when Jon stops him with a hand...right Kryptonian strength... Kryptonian strength that only made Damian feel even smaller than everything else, Jon looked worried, he tilted his head with the look of a kicked puppy.
"Damian are you okay? You forgot your bag, and you're acting way off."
Jon had pointed out, Damian all but whined, trying to shove the other boy away, Jon was having none of it.
Damian didn't really want to listen, he just wanted to go home, home where he wouldn't want to cry and scream, or maybe he would, he hadn't really gotten that far yet..
His lip wabbled and Jon stopped trying to speak to Damian, simply softening slightly as he carried Damian's bag in one of his arms, with his own resting on his back, he walked out of the classroom, guiding Damian with a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder, Damian eventually ended up hanging onto the back of Jon's bag as they walked, gaining a small smile from him.
Damian thinks it looks like the sun, bright, warm, comforting.
He feels a little better, but without all of the panic came fuzzy, his head felt so fuzzy, it was like fluffy clouds were getting rid of thoughts he usually had, the more coherent ones, and replacing them with less capable versions.
They walked down the sidewalk for awhile until they made it to the manor, Jon seemed almost tempted to follow Damian to make sure he made it in okay.
Damian had insisted, pushing the other away slightly, Jon sighed, handing over Damian's backpack.
"Yell if you fall on the way there or something, I'll hear you."
He decided, that was very nice to hear, no one had ever said something like that to him before, it was caring in a way his mother couldn't be.
Wasn't allowed to be, Damian wasn't allowed to be a son, a child, he was an heir and that's how he was supposed to behave. She could not be a mother, she had to be a superior that was how this worked.
As thoughts like that wormed into his brain he felt as though he would cry again, maybe he would, that would suck.
God when had his thoughts got so immature, so much trouble.
Because that's what Damian was right now, he was so little, he was so small and everything else was so big, he felt like a little kid, even if he knew he wasn't, smaller than anyone could argue him to be.
And when did Jon disappear? How long was Damian standing there just staring at the ground?
Eventually he made his way in, albeit a little clumsily, much more than he typically would.
God, why did this have to keep happening, why was it happening at all to begin with?
Damian pushed open the front door and wandered into the home, stepping through the hallway he ran into Dick, who was also apparently also walking through the hall, Damian hadn't even seen the man, so distracted with everything, Dick looked startled and then sympathetic.
"Jeez, sorry Dami, didn't know you were behind me."
Dick ruffled the boy's hair in apology, something that normally would have annoyed Damian, but not the way it was now.
It was frustrating, everything was making him feel so small, especially the way Dick acted, like he also thought the boy was tiny, like he could also see how big everything else was and how big Damian was not.
That annoyed Damian, how little the words and actions made him feel, because he didn't understand it, didn't know why it was happening or really even what it was.
It came out way more childish than Damian had tried for, he really sounded more like he was throwing a tantrum rather than making a decision.
Was he throwing a tantrum?
Dick looked almost shocked at the shove and exclamation, Damian's lip wabbled at the surprised look on his oldest brother's face, so he bolted up stairs before any tears escaped, leaving a stunned Dick Grayson standing alone in the halls of Wayne manor.
Damian locked his door when he made it to his room, throwing his bag down with a huffed sigh, he tugged off his shoes, tossing them carelessly...
Okay maybe more so like he threw them, but he was really upset okay?
Pushing himself into the corner, he cried, tears rolling down his cheeks quickly, little sniffles as he tried to keep anyone outside his room from hearing him cry.
Eventually after a lot of confusion, self monologue, and crying, he felt a little better, but tired, mostly really tired.
And fuzzy, there was that fuzzy feeling again, and his uniform was way too tight and itchy..and bothersome, and he hated it, and he wanted out.
He pulled the fabric away from himself, growing frustrated again as he tried and failed to get it off, kicking and whining at the clothes as if they would see his struggle and provide mercy in a sympathetic action.
Rather though tears just began falling down his cheeks again, struggling with the clothes in an attempt to remove them, eventually he escaped the confines of the horrible fabrics, pushing himself up clumsily and searching for more comfortable clothes.
Something that won't itch, or scratch, or make him want to tear his hair out.
Maybe something that will stop the fuzzy feeling infecting his brain and taking over.
Eventually he finds a red t-shirt one much too large, one of Jason's he recognizes, that he snatched the last time he got all fuzzy, it made him happy, it made the crying stop.
And then he tugged on black shorts, finally dressed comfortably he felt better, he felt like he wouldn't start screaming at the top of his lungs anymore.
So, in his more comfortable clothes now, he climbed into bed, hoping all of this would stop by the time he awoke.
But he tossed and turned, it was too bright, he wasn't tired.
He didn't want to be alone.
But that was dumb, Damian always wanted to be alone.. yeah always.
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Another day Damian was home when that fuzzy feeling kept back up, it was frustrating, he didn't want it to, he wanted to stay big, and he wanted everything else to stop growing and making him feel tiny.
So he did the best thing he could do, and his in a corner of the library between the shelf and a wall, it was too small for anyone else to fit there, but Damian could, and it felt...nice when he felt so small.
But then Tim just had to walk in and ruin it, he seemed to notice Damian as he passed by the boy, snorting in amusement at the sight of Damian hiding out between the shelves.
"What are you doing hell-spawn?"
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips, it only made Damian more upset.
Tim openly laughed at that one, Damian scowled, grabbing a book off the shelf, he tossed it aiming right for Tim.
Tim winced as the book hit his arm, looking vaguely surprised at the outburst.
Tim didn't look sure of what to do, so he did the only thing he thought of doing in that situation.
He called, running out of the library, Damian felt pathetic.
And a little bad for that book, but he has it coming..so...
He sniffled a little, laying his head down on his knees, not long after Dick walked into the room, Damian prepared himself to be scolded, but instead the man walked over and simply sat on the floor in front of him.
"Hey Dami, still a bit upset?"
Dick asked softly, Damian scooted a little away from him, Dick frowned sympathetically.
"It's okay, everyone gets a little upset sometimes, there's nothing wrong with that, but you can't throw things at your brother, okay?"
Damian sniffled a little and Dick looked heartbroken, reaching into the little gap and gently tilting the boy's head up to meet his gaze, to which Dick looked like he would be the one crying here in a moment.
"Oh hunny, why are you all upset right now?"
He asked gently, careful hands wiping the tears from Damian's cheeks, but Damian didn't know how to respond, didn't know what was wrong or why he was so upset right now.
Just that he was so fuzzy and small.
He mumbled, Dick tilted his head curiously.
Damian shrugged a little, Dick sighed and tugged Damian closer scooping him up into his arms.
"Are you? You feel fuzzy kiddo?"
Dick wondered, gently rocking back and forth with the small boy cradled in his arms, Damian sniffled and nodded.
"That's okay, you're allowed to be fuzzy. Do you know when you first felt fuzzy?"
Damian did know when, but would he get in trouble for not saying something sooner? Should he lie?
He didn't say anything, instead hiding his face.
Dick cooed almost, brushing Damian's hair back comfortingly.
"That's okay, you're okay."
He assured gently, and Damian felt like maybe if it was Dick saying it, then it had to be true.
Damian fell asleep like that, cradled in his older brother's arms comfortingly, for once it was making his feel tiny, and he didn't hate it, he didn't want it to stop, he wanted to stay like this as he yawned and curled up, as Dick smiled softly and went on and on about different little stories, a hand running through Damian's hair.
Yeah...he could be okay with this.
