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As their brother got closer to them, the other Wayne boys could make out what was in Damian’s arms. It was a small, grey kitten.
“We are keeping it.” Damian said, no room for an argument in his voice.
“Okay, but you have to clear it with Alfred first.” Was the response from Dick.
“Very well.”
They got to the top of the hill and walked back to the house, dropped their sleds on the back porch and entered the Manor. As they entered, the smell of Alfred’s cookies wafted through the air, warming all the boys to the bone, and bringing happy memories from winter's past to their mind.
The little kitten was shivering in Damian’s arm, so he quickly got one of Titus’ blankets and quickly wrapped her up in it. The rest of the boys shed their snow gear and join Alfred in the kitchen and start to eat the cookies. Damian entered just seconds after, the kitten still in his arms, but without his snow gear.
“Ah, I see we have a new addition to the family.” Alfred said. “What is the name of this little one’s name”
“Sofonisba.”
“Sofonisba? Why Sofonisba?” Jason was very confused. Where do you get the name Sofonisba from anyway?
“After the famous Renaissance artist obviously.” Damian scoffed.
“Of course, why didn’t I think of that!” Jason said sarcastically, throwing his hands in the air.
“Because you are uncultured.” Damian turned away from Jason, focusing on the cookies.
After a few minutes of silence, Damian said “Sofia,” still focused on his cookies and Sofonisba on his lap.
“What?” Everyone turned to Damian.
“You may call her Sofia for short.” Damian said.
“Okay.” Jason gave a short smile.
After they were all done eating cookies, they drifted to the living room, sitting down to watch a Christmas movie.
After the very exciting and tiring day the boys had, it was no surprise that they fell asleep in the middle of the movie, with Dick just drifting away as Bruce came to lean against the doorway, watching over his sleeping sons.
Sofia was curled up next to Damian, who had his head in Dicks lap. Jason and Tim were leaning against each other.
Alfred came to stand next to Bruce.
“We have wonderful boys don’t we?”