Icecream
Third fic for dickdami week!
Prompt: Sugar daddy, combined with the trope challenge fluff.
I took it pretty literal and hopefully it’s fluffy enough seeing as fluff isn’t my strong suit.
Please read what’s at the end! Enjoy!
“Father-”
“No Damian.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“Alfred says it’s for the best.”
“Tt.”
Damian pouted and started to regret bringing up his toothache. Despite what might be thought about him Damian had quite the sweet tooth and often indulged himself in sweets as snacks. Because of this he had found that his tooth hurt and when he reported it to Alfred the man -accordingly- forbade him from sweet for the time being. He tried to argue that he was fine but the man was adamant and unfortunately the boy’s father agreed. Damian sighed and left his father’s study.
“I’m going out,” he called.
“No sweets!”
“Yes father!” Damian replied harshly.
Damian snatched his sweater from the rack by the door and quickly left the manor and soon the grounds. Damian walked for a long time aimlessly wandering the city. As he walked he saw a familiar figure up ahead.
“Grayson!” He called.
The man stopped turning around, a smile lit his face when he saw Damian.
“Dames, what are you up to?”
“Getting out of the manor,” Damian replied as he caught up.
“I can’t blame you for that. What was is this time?”
“A disagreement.”
“Well obviously,” Dick said starting to walk again. He shifted the bags he was carrying to one hand and ruffled Damian’s hair with the other. “I meant what was it about?”
“Nothing of your concern,” Damian snapped fixing his hair.
“Alright fine, come you can hang at my place. There’s an ice cream spot on the way back too.”
Damian perked up upon hearing that. He shoved his hands in his pockets continuing to follow Dick.
“That’s acceptable.”
“Easy there Dames, the cup might not fit all of that,” Dick said laughing as the boy ordered yet more toppings for his ice cream.
“Shut up Grayson,” Damian said not turning away from the spread of toppings thinking about what else he wanted to tell the worker to add.
To Damian’s utter delight the ice cream place Dick had brought them too had the choice of having candy, chocolate, and other things of the like mixed into the ice cream. Of course, he promptly ignored the fact that he wasn’t supposed to have sweets and ordered tons of things mixed in. Dick of course was amused by this.
“Do you even care about me anymore, or just the ice cream?” Dick asked as they took a seat at a table outside.
“Don’t be ridiculous Dick, I only ever cared about the ice cream.”
“Ouch Dames, are you saying I’m some sort of sugar daddy?”
Damian only looked at him a confusion expression etching itself across his face.
“And that would be?” He asked waiting for an explanation of the term.
“Oh, uh,” Dick didn’t know how to explain it, well he did but telling his younger brother what it actually meant didn’t feel right. “It just means someone who gets things for you.”
“Well then considering that you did in fact buy the ice cream and it has sugar you would in fact be a sugar daddy,” Damian responded bluntly causing Dick to blush a bit.
Damian took another bite but flinched as a shot of pain went through his tooth.
“Are you alright?” Dick asked
Damian started to reply but was cut off as dick’s phone rang. He waved at the other man to answer it continuing to eat his ice cream despite the pain. Dick answered his phone talking for a few moments before hanging up. He looked at Damian with a look that wasn’t quite upset but certainly was content.
“That was Alfred,” Dick said causing Damian to falter slightly in his movements. “He says you’re not supposed to be eating sweets, why?”
“I have a minor toothache,” Damian responded off handedly.
“Why didn’t you tell me Damian? You shouldn’t be having that!” Dick said gesturing to Damian’s cup.
“I’m fine!” Damian snapped. “It’s nothing really,” he said turning slightly as though he was trying to protect his cup.
Dick sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He laughed and shook his head.
“Fine, I won’t tell Alfred but you really should lay off the sweets for awhile.”
“Maybe,” Damian responded insincerely.
“No ‘maybe’, you’re gonna take a break alright?”
“Tt, fine whatever.”
“There we go,” Dick said reaching across the table to ruffle Damian’s hair.
“Would you stop that!”
I was thinking about starting a harleywing week and so if you’d be down mayhaps drop me a message or something.
