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The family was together, such a rare reunion between all the siblings. A situation where no one seems to have their hearts shadowed by the burden of crime fighting like usual.
Laughter was shared between the 7. Memories rolling off the tounge with pure joy, humour and happy nostalgia.
Damian was watching his older siblings with a soft and content smile plastered on his face. His green eyes gliding across each face with the type of love that only he can give out, a type so very rare to get.
The young 12 yearold has grown much since he was first sent to live with his father.
He had grown, matured and learnt to heal the old wounds which he used to leave ozzing and open.
His heart, which he once thought was incapable of loving, learnt to love and appreciate so much in only the span of 3 and a bit years, as Damians 13th birthday comes rearing its head.
The 12 year old subconsciously snuggled deeper into the comfort of the two warm and welcoming bodys beside him. Duke and Cass.
His older brother and sister.
Cass is busy at the moment, currently nodding along and adding small bits of conformation to the story Stephanie and Tim are arguing about, (we all know which side cass is picking).
Duke, however, seems to currently be free from any conversations.
So he is all to aware when he feels a weight prop itself against his shoulder.
Looking down, deep dark chocolate orbs gaze caringly over Damians sleepy body. The almost 13 yearold looking as if he is fighting the god of sleep itself, and losing. Which is obvious by the way his head keeps dropping and quickly popping back up. Again and again.
Damain startles when he feels an arm snake around his shoulders, slowly moving his face to stare at Dukes arm that rests comfortably on his shoulders and then to the gentle smile which plasters his big brothers face.
Damain doesn't outwardly react to the sensation when another warm hand comes to provide him warmth and safety, though he does start to gain more awareness and sleeply confusion when he feels his body be picked up and placed into someone's lap.
Dukes lap, actually, as he stares up at the now slightly embarrassed brother whose hands still hold him in such a safe way, the tried and sleep craving Damian doesn't even have the energy to try and escape them.
"Mmm, let me go.. akkhooy*" a mumbled half thought out complaint leaves Damains mouth, his beautifully thick accent having even more presence then normal.
"Shhh, go to sleep dami, I got you, brother" Dukes warm voice answers back, arms tightening the slightest bit.
Damian groans and mutters something unintelligible in his mother tounge yet makes absolute no moves to try and escape or even fight back. Physically or verbally.
Duke looks down with all the kind of love only an older sibling will ever understand. As his only younger brother drops quickly, finally crumpling into the comforting arms of sleep.
Duke never would've thought that Damian would ever come to trust him so much. That the young 10 year old boy who was so full of vengeance and anger, is currently the almost teenager who lies peacefully asleep in his lap.
Duke knows that in the past, if you told him of what is happening right now he would've laughed so hard he would've cried.
However right now, Duke can't help but appreciate the loud yet soft voices of the others and the so very rare action of affection he and Damian are sharing.
Oh how he loves this family.
How how he loves being an older brother.