Hey, what's up guys its Artemis_Zatanna! This is my first fanfiction! Please give me constructive criticism! Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Damian remembered the good days, when Grayson was still Batman, Drake wasn't as annoying, and his mother still loved him. Those days were gone: Bruce Wayne had currently taken up the role of Batman after returning from the past, his mother had created another clone of him to replace him, Grayson had gone back to Nightwing, which would be fine, except Nightwing patrolled in Bludhaven, which was two hours away, and Damian felt that Drake could get an award for being one of the only people to tick Damian off as much as he did. So, sitting on the bed and sulking was Damian's best option, which he was currently doing. Damian massaged his temples, recalling a memory that was very pleasant (although he would never say that aloud) of him and Grayson.

Damian massaged his temples, recalling a memory that was very pleasant (although he would never say that aloud) of him and Grayson.

One Saturday afternoon, Grayson had an "epiphany".

"Damian!" the Bludhaven hero called out to his current sidekick/partner. Damian simply glared at him. "We should make Alfred Lunch!"

Damian looked at his father figure with a look of disbelief. "So, in other words, you're saying we should burn down the Mansion?"

Dick Grayson promptly scowled at Damian. "That won't happen," he said.

"Tt," Damian responded.

Thirty minutes later, the Dynamic Duo had set out their ingredients for spaghetti. Dick had decided that both of them would use this experience to bond with each other. The only fault in this plan was that Dick had not wanted to use the cookbook.

ALERT!YOUNEEDDEMCOOKBOOKSDICK!DONTBEANIDIOT!TOOLATE!MYFIRSTFANFICTION!

After much yelling, curses, and smoke later, Dick had finally decided to order takeout.

Damian stared blankly at the mess they had madeTomato sauce had splattered everywhere. The noodles had somehow gotten on the chandelier, and the kitchen still smelled of smoke. Dick looked extremely glum.

"So," he asked Damian. "Chinese or Indian?"

Damian allowed a small smile at the memory. The kitchen still smelled of smoke. Then the smile disappeared. Bruce had finally reappeared from a trip to another dimension after three long years, and the entire Bat Family was still trying to get cope with this new change.

Damian sighed. It was nice to bond with Bruce as a father, but Grayson would always be the father/brother to him, no matter what.

I just adore Nightwing and Damian. Such cute brothers!

Until next time.

Artemis