everett rosette

My children are collapsing before my eyes from severe hunger. Their milk has run out for several days now, and they urgently need therapeutic milk that could save them from a slow, painful death.

The donations we receive barely cover the cost of bread, and time is running out!

Please, do not ignore this plea milk is their lifeline right now.

Now. There is one development Damian wasn't ready for. One he is not handling well.

Tim...is cool.

Like. Really cool.

The man's detective skills are on par with their Father's– hell, Tim is so intelligent that he had managed to capture his Grandfather's attention. Tim is brave and has amazing friends and a team and Richard looks at him like he hung the moon. Tim knows so much about cars and he skateboards and he has a great love life and he is cool.

(A smaller part of Damian is also in awe of Tim's compassion; he manages to care for both him and Jason, looks at them as his brothers, despite the fact that they both hurt him deeply.)

Damian is horrified every time he feels the desire to hang out with Tim. But like, he really wants to. He wants to patrol with him, and he wants to work on cases with him, and he wants to go to the movies with him, and he wants to ask his advice on stuff like dating.

And he tries! God knows he tries. But Tim is not...getting with the program.

Basically, it doesn't register to Tim that Damian asking to spar ten times in a row is Damian wanting his attention. He doesn't think that when Damian insults his apartment, it's his way of trying to get Tim to spend the night at the Manor. And he definitely doesn't get that when Tim is animatedly talking to Dick, Damian is upset because Tim is always talking to Dick, but he never talks to Damian.

Jason: I said young man, my father took me to town.

Damian: Are you trying to combine the Y.M.C.A. song with My Chemical Romance's The Black Parade? Because that does NOT work. It's like trying to put Skittles and M&Ms in the same bowl. The flavors are wrong together.