Hello, this is Miguel. This time we come with fanart.

DC

and sin

YuY

I can only say that each day it gets weirder and weirder. Haha.

I love this father and son pair like I'm never going back.

That is, if anyone doesn't like the fic, we can close it.

Lately, I've been stuck and hurried to finish writing without getting stuck. It might not be smooth enough to read, I'm sorry.

YuY

Damian Wayne, the son of the Dark Knight, was thinking about things he didn't want to remember at all. That is, 'love' is a love that is quite strange for him. Others may think it's normal, but the love he has for that person is not what other people think.

Damian Wayne loves his father. Looks normal, right? But it doesn't for Damien. His love for his own father is different than anyone else's. He loves his father more than the words father and son. He loved his father like a lover. Damien could only keep that feeling of love in his heart. He constantly told his father how much he loved him. But the other side saw him as just a little son who kept saying the word love too often, so Damian chose not to say the word love to his father again.

Damian thought, if he weren't his son, would his father view him as a lover? When I thought about it again, if he wasn't my son, there would be no way to get to know my father. They would definitely never get to sleep, eat, or play together like this.

Another time, his father brought a woman into the house and talked about various matters, whether it was politics or anything else. Damian felt a deep pain inside. But no matter what, he couldn't convey his feelings to his father like that woman.

If this wish comes true, I want to forget this feeling.

He was well aware that this feeling could never be erased from his heart. The love that overflowed from his fragile heart. There was absolutely no way to keep it in. He wanted to sleep and let go of all his overflowing feelings.

If it disappeared along with this feeling, it would be quite nice.

To complain like that He didn't dare to disappear, he didn't dare to run away from his own father. The love that binds him remains.

Could you please release me? Father, I don't want to be in pain again.

Will Dad know how much it hurts me to feel that way?

Dad, make me feel loved. Please take responsibility, Dad...

Tears welled up in his emerald eyes and he wanted to let out all his feelings. But I'm afraid that my father's affectionate view of him will change. Changed in an unwanted way

If he was born normal like other children, he wouldn't have to feel this kind of love for his father. But he, who was born in the Assassin's League, never learned anything except killing people when he did.' 'Love' like this What should I do? Every action of my father made him think that he loved him. Love him the way he thinks. But it wasn't just that his father loved him like a mischievous son.

Please tell me, please, that you love me.

Damien looks forward to the day his father will love him the way he wants. But there was no way it would come true. It was just a vain dream that one boy hoped for.

The window of Bruce's bedroom was open and the breeze blowing at him made the room cold. The figure of a boy was sitting on the headboard of Robin's bed, sneaking into his bedroom.

"Damien...nothing happened today." Bruce looked sleepily at his son on the head of the bed. "Can I sleep with you?" Bruce raised an eyebrow at his son. There must be something that makes you afraid. “Can I go put on my pajamas first? Sleeping in that outfit will only irritate you.” Damian nodded and did as Bruce asked. The boy jumped off the headboard and walked out of the room.

Lately, Bruce has felt that Damien has changed. The boy he used to know was stubborn, emotional, and didn't listen to anyone. But Damien seemed to be a lot more depressed lately. He rarely speaks and now refuses to practice anything.

I have to ask this kid to find out.

Damien walked into the room wearing his dark colored pajamas. “Come on, Damian. There are many things I want to ask you.” Bruce sat up and extended his hand towards Damian. The boy looked at his father for a moment before climbing onto the bed and sitting next to him. “What will you ask me, Father?”

“Is there something bothering you lately?” His emerald eyes flickered slightly before he lowered his head and spoke, “If I tell you, will you understand me?” Bruce was confused by his son's question. yourself in front of me “Of course I understand,” he replied, trying to understand what his son was thinking.

“I love you, Dad,” Damien said softly, but Bruce still heard. “I love you too--“ “No! I don't love you the way you love me! I love you dad! Just like I love the woman you brought me!” Bruce was cut off by Damian's words. A face that said he was serious, eyes filled with pain and clear water flowing out of them.”

He never understood a word I said in all my attempts to convey it to him. Dad never felt it.”

Bruce was uncomfortable with his son expressing his feelings. “Damian, are you sure that's how you really feel?” “I'm sure, Father, I'm sure that's how I feel. The truth is that I have feelings for my father.” After Damian finished speaking, he hugged his son.

“Damien, I'm sorry. I probably won't be able to respond to your feelings...but I love you more than anyone else.” He rubbed the head of the boy in his arms. Right? Huh!” The boy rested his head on his father's shoulder and let out a yelp.

“No matter what, you are my father's child. Damien, I love you." Bruce pushed Damian away and held his face so he was looking directly at him. "Thank you, Dad." Damian smiled at his father and hugged him again. To which Bruce hugged his own son in response.

"Thank you for not hating me..." Damian smiled happily and fell asleep moments later. Bruce slowly lifted the little boy who was still hugging him away from himself. Laying him down on the bed, he leaned down and gently kissed her forehead and lay next to his little son who already knew the word 'love'.