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A Word: Tumblr request for Dami to find out about Dick's unique fashion sense via Tim's stalkerish ways. More focused on the fashion because I think Damian would approve of stalking.

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Damian lets himself into Drake's room. There is nothing much of worth to entertain him with at home since Pennyworth barred him from training for the next three hours so he is left to find his own sources. Drake, in the process of acquiring his own living space, is in the midst of packing. A tedious process that Richard had insisted Damian help them both with. A prospect that seemed to have agreed with Drake as much as it had Damian at the time.

A reaction that was explained when all Richard did was throw objects and clothing around in an unorganized mess while making fun of Drake's tastes. An amusing sport that did nothing to alleviate the annoyance of his older brother's haphazard packing skills. Drake had eventually thrown the idiot out and the two of them had made significantly better progress afterwards.

Damian shifts through the well organized pile of boxes until he finds the one he is looking for. It's slightly battered and had come out of Drake's closet already sealed. The man had become evasive when Richard asked about it, and openly hostile when Damian tried to open it.

The tape is old and peels up easily. Meaning Drake has had this box sealed for a good while now. Inside are books. No, Damian picks one up, they are photo albums. Richard has, of course, gone on at length about Drake's photographic skills, but Damian has never seen them before. Intrigued he opens the album.

And almost immediately recoils at the assault of color against his eyes.

The first page is an enlarged photo of —Damian's jaw nearly unhinges at the recognition— Richard. Yes, that is the idiot's smile set behind one of the most hideous haircuts Damian has had the misfortune to see. It's long in the back, short in the front, and standing straight up on the top. His shirt is a violent shade of violet that hangs half open over his chest and clashes in a headache inducing way with the neon green pants he is wearing. Tight pants that just might be actual spandex. Damian's not entirely sure as he's trying his best not to stare, because it's obvious Richard is not wearing anything under them.

Damian feels a twinge of sympathetic embarrassment for his older brother. One that he crushes ruthlessly as he removes the picture. Richard is an idiot and Damian has no problem exploiting that weakness when it suits him. The pure blackmail and humiliation potential of owning this picture is far to great to pass up on. Writing, dark and new looking, on the back catches his attention.

'He wore this willingly believe it or not. Thank you for your help the other day, Damian. You may do with this what ever you wish.'

He frowns. Dismayed that Drake had known what Damian would do, but he looses that feeling fast when he flips the terrible picture back around. He smiles as he leaves Drake's room. Planning the best uses for his newest possession.

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