Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

He’d ask as he sat down, running his fingers through his hair.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

-> "Probably something I dreamed about recently." Analise chalked it up to that, taking the other earbud out of her hear and stuffing it into its little charging box with its mate, before she turned to Tim. She gave him a quick once-over, taking in his features, his body movement. "Everything okay, Tim?"

Tim had been playing with his fingers whilst listening to Analise talk about her painting, though her question somehow managed to pull him away from concentrating on the sinking feeling in his chest.

-> Analise noticed the tone in his voice, and it caused her brows to furrow slightly. This was curious behavior from Tim, who was always a bit more self-assertive than this. She wondered what was on his mind that made him act in such a manner. The sight made her heart tug a little.

-> "Worried?" The older woman questioned with q slight tilt of her head. Her body turned from her painting, completely focused on Tim now. "Is there something to be worried about, Tim? Don't tell me you did something to mess up the Batcave!" The ending sentence was in a lighter tone, musing at the little joke she'd said.

Tim laughed a little, shaking his head as he pretended to push Analise. Though after the light-hearted moment, he returned to his mind being clouded by his worries. He ran his fingers through his hair once more, an action he seemed to have adopted recently whenever he got incredibly anxious.

He sighed, taking a few more deep breaths before lifting his head to look at his sister.

-> There was a moment of pause in between his question and her answer, where her eyes took notive of Tim's demeanor. Nervous, shaky, a little clouded in the mind. It appeared something heavy was with him, but exactly what it was, she couldn't quite pinpoint. A crush? A secret admirer? The possibilities seemed endless.

-> "All the time," Analise answered, her response coming effortlessly, "I mean, when it comes to the life we're afforded, and sometimes more importantly, the things we do in the dark...there's bound to be some questions that come up."

Tim nodded, respecting Analise’s answer even if it felt like she withheld some information- Probably for the best. Though he did genuinely appreciate her answer, it was something that he’d think about for a few days.

-> Analise tilted her head to the side slightly at his words. She could tell that the conversation was beginning to steer into a more personal view and decided to pivot naturally. Whatever was bothering Tim, she would get to the bottom of, and hopefully, relieve him of it. "I can say I've had a similar experience," she replied, repositioning herself to sit closer to Tim, now, a hand coming to rest on his back for support, "does this person make you question that? Make you question why you have affections for them?"

Tim gasped a little, his back tensing before relaxing. He looked at her for a few seconds before speaking as he processed her answer, slowly realising that maybe he’s not all that alone as he expected when he was going through this.

-> Analise could see the worry in his eyes; the confusion that lingered in those lavender-blue irises, and the questions that seemed to weigh down his body. She hated seeing those she loved stuck at crossroads, unsure of what to do, and deep in their own minds, unable to pull themselves out. What could she offer Tim to help with his situation?

-> "Well, let's ask this." Analise began, taking in a deep breath to accommodate the lingering worry that settled in her chest. "Do they make you feel seen? Heard? Do they prioritize you? Does being with them take away your worries, make you feel normal for once? When you close your eyes and think of the person you see spending endless days and nights with - is it them?"

Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

He’d ask as he sat down, running his fingers through his hair.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

-> "Probably something I dreamed about recently." Analise chalked it up to that, taking the other earbud out of her hear and stuffing it into its little charging box with its mate, before she turned to Tim. She gave him a quick once-over, taking in his features, his body movement. "Everything okay, Tim?"

Tim had been playing with his fingers whilst listening to Analise talk about her painting, though her question somehow managed to pull him away from concentrating on the sinking feeling in his chest.

-> Analise noticed the tone in his voice, and it caused her brows to furrow slightly. This was curious behavior from Tim, who was always a bit more self-assertive than this. She wondered what was on his mind that made him act in such a manner. The sight made her heart tug a little.

-> "Worried?" The older woman questioned with q slight tilt of her head. Her body turned from her painting, completely focused on Tim now. "Is there something to be worried about, Tim? Don't tell me you did something to mess up the Batcave!" The ending sentence was in a lighter tone, musing at the little joke she'd said.

Tim laughed a little, shaking his head as he pretended to push Analise. Though after the light-hearted moment, he returned to his mind being clouded by his worries. He ran his fingers through his hair once more, an action he seemed to have adopted recently whenever he got incredibly anxious.

He sighed, taking a few more deep breaths before lifting his head to look at his sister.

-> There was a moment of pause in between his question and her answer, where her eyes took notive of Tim's demeanor. Nervous, shaky, a little clouded in the mind. It appeared something heavy was with him, but exactly what it was, she couldn't quite pinpoint. A crush? A secret admirer? The possibilities seemed endless.

-> "All the time," Analise answered, her response coming effortlessly, "I mean, when it comes to the life we're afforded, and sometimes more importantly, the things we do in the dark...there's bound to be some questions that come up."

Tim nodded, respecting Analise’s answer even if it felt like she withheld some information- Probably for the best. Though he did genuinely appreciate her answer, it was something that he’d think about for a few days.

-> Analise tilted her head to the side slightly at his words. She could tell that the conversation was beginning to steer into a more personal view and decided to pivot naturally. Whatever was bothering Tim, she would get to the bottom of, and hopefully, relieve him of it. "I can say I've had a similar experience," she replied, repositioning herself to sit closer to Tim, now, a hand coming to rest on his back for support, "does this person make you question that? Make you question why you have affections for them?"

Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

He’d ask as he sat down, running his fingers through his hair.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

-> "Probably something I dreamed about recently." Analise chalked it up to that, taking the other earbud out of her hear and stuffing it into its little charging box with its mate, before she turned to Tim. She gave him a quick once-over, taking in his features, his body movement. "Everything okay, Tim?"

Tim had been playing with his fingers whilst listening to Analise talk about her painting, though her question somehow managed to pull him away from concentrating on the sinking feeling in his chest.

-> Analise noticed the tone in his voice, and it caused her brows to furrow slightly. This was curious behavior from Tim, who was always a bit more self-assertive than this. She wondered what was on his mind that made him act in such a manner. The sight made her heart tug a little.

-> "Worried?" The older woman questioned with q slight tilt of her head. Her body turned from her painting, completely focused on Tim now. "Is there something to be worried about, Tim? Don't tell me you did something to mess up the Batcave!" The ending sentence was in a lighter tone, musing at the little joke she'd said.

Tim laughed a little, shaking his head as he pretended to push Analise. Though after the light-hearted moment, he returned to his mind being clouded by his worries. He ran his fingers through his hair once more, an action he seemed to have adopted recently whenever he got incredibly anxious.

He sighed, taking a few more deep breaths before lifting his head to look at his sister.

-> There was a moment of pause in between his question and her answer, where her eyes took notive of Tim's demeanor. Nervous, shaky, a little clouded in the mind. It appeared something heavy was with him, but exactly what it was, she couldn't quite pinpoint. A crush? A secret admirer? The possibilities seemed endless.

-> "All the time," Analise answered, her response coming effortlessly, "I mean, when it comes to the life we're afforded, and sometimes more importantly, the things we do in the dark...there's bound to be some questions that come up."

Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

He’d ask as he sat down, running his fingers through his hair.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

-> "Probably something I dreamed about recently." Analise chalked it up to that, taking the other earbud out of her hear and stuffing it into its little charging box with its mate, before she turned to Tim. She gave him a quick once-over, taking in his features, his body movement. "Everything okay, Tim?"

Tim had been playing with his fingers whilst listening to Analise talk about her painting, though her question somehow managed to pull him away from concentrating on the sinking feeling in his chest.

-> Analise noticed the tone in his voice, and it caused her brows to furrow slightly. This was curious behavior from Tim, who was always a bit more self-assertive than this. She wondered what was on his mind that made him act in such a manner. The sight made her heart tug a little.

-> "Worried?" The older woman questioned with q slight tilt of her head. Her body turned from her painting, completely focused on Tim now. "Is there something to be worried about, Tim? Don't tell me you did something to mess up the Batcave!" The ending sentence was in a lighter tone, musing at the little joke she'd said.

Tim smiled, though if anyone could see it- It wasn’t genuine. He then lifted his head up to see that Analise had been painting, walking over.

He’d ask as he sat down, running his fingers through his hair.

-> Analise turned slightly to look at Tim, his comment of intrigue sparking one of her own. She shrugged her shoulder slightly, a sheepish smile painting her lips. "Well, I guess I'm still trying to figure that out myself." She answered honestly. With the paint brush settled down, she could actually get a glimpse of what it was that she had started painting. Usually she would have a clear picture in her head, but sometimes - like here, with varying hues of blues, purples and different strokes and patterns combined together so beautifully - she let her hands do the talking. Perhaps it was something she'd seen previously, or something from a dream. She herself didn't quite know, but she was sure that the subject would make itself clear when it was completed.

-> "Probably something I dreamed about recently." Analise chalked it up to that, taking the other earbud out of her hear and stuffing it into its little charging box with its mate, before she turned to Tim. She gave him a quick once-over, taking in his features, his body movement. "Everything okay, Tim?"

@timbits-drake

quack :3

-> so....adorable....

-> I feel like I may not say it enough to you guys :c I gotta change that, esp after what's happened recently with you

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what am I 👁️ 👁️

@donthandmemyshovelimstayingout @hyperfixating-is-my-thing @its-thebest-sam and @skelewashere

Raspberry.

@asagewitch05 @everydayknifeday @damsnackbar03 @snek-of-eden

Raspberry, charcoal, lilac and forest <3

@thegremlininyourcloset @grayson-on-the-chandelier @cookiesnotd3ad @dogskahara

Lilac and forest, no take backs.

@imbatman-imtired @cookiesnotd3ad @danny-nightingale @timbits-drake

russet, sage (kidding), lilac and forest ♥️

@brucewayne-offic @fashionable-super @superboy-with-the-good-hair @superboy-number-1 @gothamsdarlingg @ccassandra-cain @dead-ma-outlaw @arrowsnsarcasm @bartallentheimpluse

-> lilac 'nd charcoal 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

pinch

-> @brucewayne-offic you did nawt do this....😭😭😭

I have but not like that I bit him

-> I know I'm gonna get a wild answer, but dad, why did you bite Clark ??

Why not? He's nice to bite.

-> "Nice to bite" is a phrase I never thought I'd hear coming out of your mouth....but you also raised Dick so kinda checks out

-> yes I used Jason as a meme, don't ask me how I got this

pinch

-> @brucewayne-offic you did nawt do this....😭😭😭

I have but not like that I bit him

-> I know I'm gonna get a wild answer, but dad, why did you bite Clark ??

pinch

-> @brucewayne-offic you did nawt do this....😭😭😭

DAMIAN IS TRYING TO EAT PAPER AGAIN!!

YOU SNITCH!!!

-> dami we talked about this, eating paper isn't good for you 😭

Various types of paper tastes different depending on what kind— i was merely curious.

-> I now understand Bruce's reaction when I ate paint that one time...

-> and what kind of paper are we testing this theory out on then, Dami?

DAMIAN IS TRYING TO EAT PAPER AGAIN!!

YOU SNITCH!!!

-> dami we talked about this, eating paper isn't good for you 😭

put your on repeat muse playlist on shuffle, list the first 10 songs then tag 10 people to do the same !

Tagged by: @melniibone

Tagging -> @theblessed-bloodson @doublecrossbow @h3llblazer @raven-thewaygate @myster-e-gurl @kingisshark (I’m rlly curious) @magicandmuscles @insidemyblood @blindoldmystery @crimsonsdevil

((ooc)) guess I'll tag the fam @itsconstantinebitch @joker-junior @reachingforthestar @arsonistic-tendencies @jamie-todd-red-knight @little-lost-astra @jack-and-scylla-constantine @le4ves-1n-the-w1nd @d3vils-in-th3-d3tails @danny-nightingale

(( it's the fact I got tagged 3 times in 3 different accounts 😦 ANYWAYS. as @theblessed-bloodson and @reachingforthestar Mun I shall answer.

And Ofcourse the Not Forced Tags!

@demonic0angel @asher312 @grayson-on-the-chandelier @drake-wayne-enterprise @speedywithadhd @timbits-drake @morgsdrew @alluring-temptati0ns @whenisavillain-notthevillain @not-a-dead-kid @donna-lotta @irl-batsignal

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-> A moment passed as Analise registered his response. She leaned on the door slightly, biting her lip in trepidation. She wasn't sure; she just had a feeling that something was wrong. Knowing how of all her siblings Damian was the one to retreat in his head most often, she just had to check up on him. "May I come in?"

"You may." He responded, putting one last stroke to his new painting before setting aside his art materials, his hand trembled, he didn't like that. He turned on his stool towards the door when Ana walked in, readying himself as many thoughts ran in his head.

-> After a second passes, Analise twists the doorknob opens the door to his room. Her eyes scan across the room, taking notice of the way its changed over the years. While mature, it still has a bit of boyish charm to it.

-> "Hey, there, Dami," Analise greeted once more, a gentle smile gracing her lips when she laid eyes on her little brother - despite him not being so little anymore, "how're you feeling?"

"I don't know how I'm feeling." He answered honestly, his hand resting on top of his canvas, showing a blue eyed black haired Tan-ish pale boy with light freckles.

"I've been just distracting myself when I can." He hummed, averting his gaze towards the window, fidgeting with his trembling hands lightly as he placed them on his lap.

"Is there anything you need from me?"

-> "What? A sister can't come see her little brother?" The older woman mused, a little chuckle leaving her lips as she entered further into the room. She let the door close behind her, her feet carrying her in light steps towards where Damian sat. As she approached closer, she couldn't help her eyes from catching th3 fidgeting of his hands. She noted it, but decided not to act on it immediately. Instead, she decided to observe him a little more, just to see how to proceed with comfort if he so desired it.

-> Her eyes then took her to the painting. She'd known that he was an excellent painter - it took one to know one after all. "Well, he looks quite handsome." She mued again, bending down a little to get an eye-level view of the canvas. "Like someone I know." The little added bit was more of an encouragement for him, perhaps to pull a chuckle from him, coax him to open up a bit.

Damian blinked for a few moments, looking back at the painting and turning his stool. Should he tell Ana who he is? His gaze softened when he set his eyes on the boy in his painting. "His name is Danyal." He spoke softly, but he's not gonna elaborate more on who he is. She didn't need to know the full story, just his first name.

"He is handsome." A small smile tugged on his lips, his eyes seemed to warm up at the thought. Ana noticed how Damian and this boy seemed to look abit alike, having the same eyes and face structure, just their difference is how they contrast each other. Blue and Green, Tan and Pale.

-> One thing Analise came to realize, living in this family of hers, is that all it took was a little bit of brain power to put things together. She didn't know the full story, nor did she particularly need to, to understand the sorrow that lingered in the younger voice. A little tug at her heart occurred when she looked between the painting and Damian. Seeing the features that looked so similar, yet so foreign. The longing in the youngers' eyes was something Analise knew very well.

->The older woman would find another seat and pull it up next to Damian, sitting beside him. "It's okay, y'know?" She said softly, looking at him as she spoke, with one of her hands coming up to rest in the space between his shoulder blades, her thumb soothing over the fabric of his shirt in comforting strokes. "To not know what to feel, sometimes, or even how to feel. In a way, it is it's own feeling." Honey-golden eyes turned back to the painting, her head slightly tilted to the side as she took in more of the similarities the young men held. "It looks like you both have that feeling, hm?"

Damian paused, staring at his brother's painting as if it was the most priceless canvas there is. Danyal had a bright smile, he has Bruce's eyes yet they seemed so bright and full of glee, but both boys had Talia's features, delicate and soft. The back drop of the painting was the night sky, full of stars and constellations that matched the colors of the whole painting itself. Danyal was on a flower field of forget me nots, despite the colors being all the same, Danyal stood out.

"He was only 9."

Damian finally spoke up softly, voice nearly breaking as he fidgeted with his trembling hands, speaking about Danyal felt warm, it felt so full of longing. He missed his brother deeply, but he can't openly talk about him. If Talia started talking about him as well, maybe Damian would finally open up about his dearest brother. He knew that Ana would most likely connect the dots, it didn't matter, as long as they don't tell him about Bruce.

"He was very kind and gentle but formidable and talented."

-> It was like she could feel the weight slipping though to her, the anguish Damian held on to flowing through her fingertips and into her very own being. Someone very close to Damian, another sibling, maybe? With details of such resemblance to Damian and subsequently to Bruce, it wasn't an outlandish thought.

-> At the mention of his age, and the subtle use of past tense verbiage, it made the worst thought creep into the back of her thoughts. She didn't know what was worse, though; the thought of this boy, of whom Damian obviously had a close relationship to, having died a death at such a young age, or that such a death was not the end of his journey. The thought of Jason, and the effects of the Lazarous Pits on him, made the hairs on her skin prickle and run cold.

-> "I wouldn't be surprised." Analise replied, maining a comforting smile on her lips as she continued to provide comfort to Damian. She disregarded her own feelings in the moment, instead offering her free hand to Damian instead. An anchor of sorts to give him something real to hold on to. Even if he didn't want to continue talking about it, she knew that having that thing to hold did wonders for a troubled mind. "It doesn't look like you two would share just infamous good looks, hm?" A light attempt to muse, to comfort, to show she was there, and listening, and there for him.

Damian hummed lightly, picking his white pencil back up, putting the spark in the boy's eyes making it seem more alive and true. Unlike Damian's Dull Sharp Green, his was Bright and Hopeful Blue.

"He was everything..."

Damian paused before ending his sentence, hesitating for a few moments. He didn't know if it was truly safe enough to tell more about him, it felt light to talk about Danyal but hesitation surges in his veins. He closed his eyes, opening them again slowly as he looked towards Analise.

"He was everything I wish I could be."

He spoke lowly, almost like a small whimper that escaped his lips, the honesty he always held back and bottled up because of uncertainty. Emotions that never dared to escape his heart, seeped into his longing tone. Desperation imminent in his eyes, he was hopeful that Danyal was still alive. Danyal doesn't just die, Danyal was strong and brave. He would never let himself die easily.

-> The barrier was still there, Analise could tell. The fine line between spilling all there was to this 'Danyal' person, and retaining as much information as possible. She wouldn't push, however. She would let him dictate how much of the life before coming to the manor he wanted to reveal. It wasn't her place to push; in fact, she was probably the last person with any authority to, considering how far removed from this world of crime and vigilantism she was. That didn't mean that seeing Damian like this didn't hurt.

-> Her hand absent-minded shifted upward, her thumb Joe carding through traces of black locks in his hair. Her eyes shifted from the painting, taking it all in. She noticed the backdrop being similar to the night sky outside and had a little epiphany of an idea. Perhaps it would bring him some comfort, or maybe it was just a way to connect. Either way, Analise wanted to try, at least.

-> "Come here." she said calmly, giving a light pat on his back before rising herself. Though, instead of waiting for him to rise, her hands went for his, grasping them into her hold. Warm, dark sepia skin again cool tan, she guided the younger to the large window across from the room. It had a pretty view of outside, and especially of the night sky painted in glittery stars and a full moon. Not a common occurrence in Gotham, so it was one to be cherished deeply. "What do you see up there, Dami?" The older woman asked, standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders. A comforting anchor for him.

"The Stars."

He answered almost meekly, his eyes softening at the sight of them, it made him remember the old times, the days they would try to sneak out and observe the night sky as Danyal told Damian everything he knew and they'd talk about everything else. Anything they could talk about and if there was nothing new, they'd sit in silence and be in each other's comfort.

"The Night Sky."

The night sky which illuminated in it's bright moon, seemingly casting a spell upon the world with it's enchanting glory. Gotham city didn't have much of this sight, they could only see it from the Manor. Thus the Manor became Damian's observatory, he wishes he could incorporate the stars in his bedchambers but it felt far too empty without his brother to coo over the star decorations.

His mind felt blurred, foggy and concealed, cherishing the moments he could remember. The doubt and fear of his brother already being dead weighed heavy on his heart, his hand clutched hers firmly but not tightly.

-> "Is that all you see?" Analise questioned, a subtle push for him to look a little further, reach a little deeper. She leaned a little on him from behind, their hands held together at his front, as she peered over her shoulder and out the window into the night sky. Her movements were cautious and calculated, making sure that she wasn't crossing a physical boundary with her own desire to show comfort through physical touch.

-> "When my mommy would go on trips," Analise began, taking a deep breath as she spoke, "she would always tell me that if I ever felt lonely, or scared, that I could talk to the moon and the stars. That, no matter what, so long as we were under the same night sky, then we would always be together."

-> Analise would then move subtly, shifting over to the windowsill and leaning against, beckoning Damian to follow. "They're never truly gone, you know?" She says, a light quiver in her voice at the thought of her own mother, now passed, and how she'd coped with it at such a tender age. "They're always here. In trees, in the breeze...in the moon and stars. In everything."