So this is a writing prompt that my best friends friend came up with.  This is a fanmade work that I receive no profit from, and I do not own these characters, DC does. The writing prompt was, "Not everyone hates you."

"What do you mean? Do you love me or something?"

"I don't love you but I don't despise you."

So I just used it as an excuse to write slight Dami fluff. Here are the ages!

Dick:18

Jason:17

Tim:15

Damian:13

Jason's POV

Dick and Tim had gone out of the house with Alfred to go shopping, which left me babysitting the demon brat. I was sitting on the couch, reading fanfiction of us. Demon brat was....somewhere. I heard a really loud thump. I jerked, expecting a cuss word. I got slightly worried. I walked upstairs, to where the thump was. Damian was sitting on the floor of his room. 

"Is something broken?" I asked uncertainly. He glared at me.

"No." He said curtly. He looked upset.

"Why did you fall?" He glared at me.

"I fell off the bed." He told me. I raised my eyebrow. 

"You. An assassin. Fell. Off the bed." I said, disbelievingly. He frowned and nodded slightly. I sighed slightly and turned to leave, since he was obviously fine. 

"Everyone hates me." I heard a small voice say behind me. I stopped in shock. I turned back and gave him a incredulous look. To have him showing this bit of weakness is just.....wow. I hesitated. I'd never had to comfort someone before, not really. I would just tell bad jokes and it would be better. I could tell that that was not going to work with demon brat. I felt slightly honored that he chose to open up to me. Not Dick, who he was closest too, not Bruce, who he admired more that anything, but me. I walked over to him and squatted down.

"Not everyone hates you."

"What do you mean? Do you love me or something?"

"I don't love you but I don't despise you." He glared at me. I sighed. 

"Look, what about Bruce?" I asked.

"T-t. He doesn't want me here. I can tell. I've been taught to read people all of my life." I started to argue and stopped. I could tell too. In every fake laugh, forced smile, weary expression, and start whenever the Demon did something, I could tell.

"What about Dick?" He looked hesitant. 

"He-he hates me too." He told me. I shook my head.

"What evidence is there to support that?" I asked him.

"He doesn't spend time with me anymore. He spends more time with other friends. Like Harper, West, Gordon, Drake, you." He glared at the floor. I smirked slightly. 

"That's because you always tell him to leave you alone. I think he too those words to heart. Plus, you've been locking yourself in your room. That's a basically telling him that you want to be left alone." I told him. 

"T-t. Whatever. If he actually loved me, he'd know that I don't mind it coming from him." He scoffed. I stood up.

"You can tell him when he gets home. Greet him with a hug or call him by his real name or something." He looked away. I sighed.

"Meanwhile, do you want to play a game? Monopoly or Settlers Of Catan? Anything like that?" I asked. He stood up.

"I'll play Monopoly. Prepare to lose." He walked out of the room. I laughed and followed him. 

"In your dreams, Demon brat!"