Hey guys! I am back with a new oneshot!  I hope you like this one, it is based on the little comic strip thingy I found above.  It is mainly centered around Damian but it does have a bit of Dick Grayson in it, I just love their relationship.  Anyway, it is more humorous towards the end.  Hope you enjoy! <3

Darkness blanketed Gotham at midnight and when most of the city tried to catch fleeting sleep, young Damian Wayne was awake. It had been a long patrol night; him and his father worked to stop lethal bank robbers, along with a visiting Dick Grayson. Fortunately, the heist was unsuccessful and the heroes were able to detain the robbers just in time for the GCPD to escort them to jail. Now, inside his room in Wayne Manor, Damian was finally turning in for the night... or so he thought. The young boy took off his shirt to change into his pajamas when he noticed his chest was heavily bruised. This wasn't an uncommon sight for Damian, he was used to his body being blistered, bruised, bloody and scarred. However, this bruising was unusual to him... for some odd reason, it reminding him that he was growing up. Something that he never wanted to do. 

 Sure, to everyone else, he was practically an adult. He didn't have a childhood. Growing up as the son of an assassin and Batman wasn't the most kid friendly of families. Truth be told, if anyone even asked Damian if he wanted to grow up, he likely would respond with "Tt. I am grown up."  But in his heart, all Damian wanted to be was a kid. Just have a normal childhood for at least a week, a day even. So, as he examined his bruises, a thought flashed across his mind. Specifically, something that Alfred bought him as a joke. He dashed over to his closet and dug through it. Tossing clothes every which way, he continued his search towards the very back of his closet. And he found it. 

 Damian gripped it tightly in his hands and yanked it out. The clothing was odd for Damian to have, yet he secretly loved it. It was a bat onesie, clothed with a tuxedo with a red bowtie and wings to match. In an instant, he changed into it, feeling warm and cozy inside the onesie. He stood there in it, unsure of what to do, how to feel. A second passed... then a minute of a stone still Damian. Then, out of the blue, he yelled, "I AM THE NIGHT!" and spread his cloth bat wings. He then continued to do this, running around his room, shouting the phrase and flapping his wings. Damian felt so good... so free... that he didn't even hear his door being opened.

"I AM THE NIGHT!" He shouted yet again but this time, he was met with a familiar voice.

"Damian? What are you doing?"

Grayson.

Damian scrunched his face, embarrassed that Dick had caught him in this act. He was definitely not going to let Grayson get away with this. So, with all of his dignity that he could muster, Damian turned around and said,

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM, GRAYSON!" His wings were flapping up and down with his arm. Dick chuckled lightly, knowing that if he burst out laughing like he wanted too, Damian would lose it.

"Alright Damian, but don't be too loud. Some of us are trying to sleep." He replied and with that, exited Damian's room and shut the door. The young boy frowned, and looked around his room. He could be loud if he wanted too... he wasn't an adult yet. He smiled.

"Now where was I?"

"I AM THE NIGHT!"