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Damian didn't mean to do it. He was just playing with Titus, running around the manor chasing Titus around almost like they were racing. Damian didn't mean to grab the small hallway table. Okay, that was a lie. He grabbed the table when he turned the corner, trying to keep himself from falling and keep his speed up. Instead, he knocked down the table, the vase and the lamp that was resting on top of it. The vase and lamp did smash on the ground, right in front of where Damian was half laying down from his fall.
Damian knew he had to clean up the mess before someone found it but he was just too in shock.
He had never broken something in the manor before and now he had broken two things in one go.
Father was going to kill him.
Seeing that his owner wasn't following him, Titus walked back to where Damian was still on the ground looking at the glass.
Titus sniffed at Damian, giving him a small nudge with his nose. Once he saw that Damian wasn't reacting to him, he looked at what the glass Damian was looking at.
Titus headed over to it but Damian acted fast and grabbed Titus's collar to stop him from getting too close and cutting his paws.
"Come on, boy. We need to clean up this mess before Father sees it," Damian told Titus.
Getting up, Damian kept a hold on Titus' collar. He would say it so that Titus wouldn't wander into the glass but it was mostly for Damian. If he was holding something, his hands wouldn't shake.
Damian kept his head down as he walked, hoping that if someone would walk by they wouldn't notice him. He just didn't take in account of someone walking into him.
Almost being knocked off his feet, Damian looked up to see Drake standing there.
"Looking at the floor doesn't help to see where you are going. You know, just saying," Drake told him.
"Excuse me, Drake," Damian mumbled.
Alarms went off in Tim's head. Damian never mumbled.
Drake lowered himself to Damian's level to try and catch his eyes. Damian turned his head so he didn't have to look at Drake.
"What's the matter?" Drake asked.
Damian stayed silent.
"You can tell me."
Damian chewed on his bottom lip trying to decide if it was a good idea. He looked back at Drake.
Maybe Drake will help him clean and keep it a secret. He was good at keeping secrets or so he had heard.
"It seems that I have miscalculated and damaged some items," Damian explained but kept it vague.
"What's damaged?" Drake questioned.
"I knocked over a table in the hall. Breaking the vase and lamp that was on it." Damian lowered his head even more in shame.
"That's all?"
"What do you mean? Father would be furious," Damian told him, he was now looking up.
"He wouldn't care, Damian. Truly he would just brush it off," Tim tried to tell him.
"Dra-," Damian was cut off when Bruce walked around the corner with a frown on his face. The frown seemed to deepen once he saw Damian and Tim.
"Boys, do you know what happened in the hall?" Bruce asked. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder, partly to the area of the mess.
Drake stepped forward. Damian let go of Titus and crossed his arms over his chest. He couldn't believe that Drake was about to do this.
"I can tell you what happened," Tim started, he looked over to Damian to see the kid had his arms cross, his eyes down-casted and if Tim was being honest it looked like Damian was about to cry. He knew that Bruce wouldn't be mad at Damian, hell he wouldn't be mad at anyone for this mistake but it seemed that Damian didn't believe that.
"I was on my phone, not paying attention and walked into the table. Causing it to knock over. I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I was going to clean it up but Damian found me before I could," Tim made up.
Damian rasied his head to look at Tim with a bit of shock on his face. He couldn't believe he just took the blame.
Bruce let out a sigh.
"Did anyone get hurt?" Bruce asked.
"No," they both said, even Titus let out a soft bark.
"Okay, thats good. Tim, you need to clean up the mess but don't hurt yourself. If you do come and get me," Bruce told him.
"Yep," Tim flashed a smile.
Bruce walked forward and ruffled Tim's and Damian's hair. He even gave Titus a pat.
Once Bruce was out of earshot, Tim started talking to Damian.
"See, Bruce didn't care. He is more worried about us being hurt," Tim told him.
"How did you know he wouldn't be mad?" Damian asked.
"To be honest, Dick has broken worse and Bruce wasn't even made. I only taken the blame because I'm pretty sure you were about to cry."
Damian could only nodded in understanding.
"Thank you, Drake. I shall can clean it up," Damian said.
"Don't be stupid," Tim flicked his forehead, "I'll help you."
Sending Titus away, to make sure he didn't cut his paws, Damian and Tim got to work cleaning up the mess. Tim got Damian to pick up the larger pieces, since there was a smaller risk of cutting his hands, while Tim picked up the smaller pieces.
"Thank you again." Damian spoke up.
"Don't worry, that's what big brothers are for," Tim said, giving Damian a soft smile.
Damian gave a small smile back.
THE END