Hi! I really hope you haven't gotten tired of me writing Damian Wayne, I just love the kid and miss him so freaking much, and I love this boys friendship it's so cute, and I wish we'd gotten more of it. This is also on my tumblr (which link is in my profile, you know, just in case n_n) in case that you have seen it before.
"Why do you even have all these crap, Wilkes?" Damian asks gathering old newspaper with superheroes pictures into a box labeled 'superhero stuff', which, on Damian's mind, sounds incredibly stupid.
"It isn't crap, and because I like them" says Colin, sporting a barely there scowl and throwing his clothes into another box labeled 'clothes'.
"I don't understand your obsession with "superheroes" most of them are just morons with powers and weird costumes"
The redhead snorts "Yeah cus you're one to talk about weird costumes"
"That's not the point" he says glaring.
Colin takes a deep breath "The point Damian, is that I collect the articles for what all of the superheroes represent" he says closing the box.
"Which would be?" Damian asks doing the same.
"Hope, and goodness and the desire of helping people for the sake of it, even when you're so powerful you could just dominate the world with just a thought" he explains a little annoyed, sitting on the stripped bed and changing the song because it's too depressive, which isn't surprising since it's Damian's IPod.
"Some of them have tried" the kid counters before occupying the space next to his friend, the ginger only sighs.
"I know you don't like them, and you have your own valid reasons for it, but I find them inspiring and they were what kept me going when I was at my lowest, so I'd like to have them with me even when I'm no longer there"
Damian thinks about it, deciding that going for a fight isn't a wise decision right now "The ironic part is that someone out there is probably saying that same thing about you" he says half smiling.
"You really believe that" Colin asks a wide grin on his face.
"I know they are, or will be, as much as I know that the side that's in jail because of you is cursing your very existence, particularly because of the mark they're sporting thanks to you" he says elbowing his friend on the ribs.
"Thanks, I'm sure that they've been saying that about you for a long time, both sides" he laughs, and it sounds kind of strange even to his own ears, he hasn't laughed in quite some time, which is even stranger considering he should be happy, and that, he thinks, is the worst feeling in the world, knowing that you should be happy but not being able of actually feeling happy.
Damian ogles him, it's been a time since his friend has laughed, or looked this relaxed for that matter, it lifts a little weight from his shoulders, not that he's willing to ever admit it, but he's been worried about him for some time. That's the only reason why he doesn't say that 'everyone cares only for the mantle, not who's beneath it', they can discuss his not-exactly-insecurities later.
"I still don't understand" says the kid softly; playing with the artifact "what could they see on me? I'm almost a teen, everyone knows that no one adopts teenagers" he looks up searching for his friend's eyes.
"They are not pedophiles or anything like that, I investigated them" he says, meeting his friend's gaze.
"I know you did" he lowers his sight again, playing with the band aid on his hand "but why did they choose me then?"
"They must have seen something in you" the kid looked at him puzzled, he shrugs looking away "you are athletic, not as annoying as you could be, smart in your own way" he interrupts himself at the sound of his friend laughing out loud.
"Thanks Damian" the ginger says the moment he's able to breath properly "you're awesome in your own way, too" with this he starts to giggle like a maniac and Damian is dimly considering testing him for the Joker's venom. He settles on just rolling his eyes.
They spent some minutes in silence, Colin coming down from his fit of laughter and Damian, secretly, enjoying it.
"I'll miss this place" the ginger says longingly looking around him. The room's small and the walls are plain beige, it looks smaller and lifeless without his stuff, but it was his.
"You'll have a better one" Damian's also inspecting the room, they had really good times in it.
"That's not the point" says Colin quoting him "I mean remember when we did that hole in the wall?" he says pointing the wall opposite to the bed.
Damian smiles softly "We? Not my fault you're a terrible shooter, Wilkes"
"That was the first time I ever shot darts" he punches him lightly "besides, remember that I almost beat you the moment I got how to do it"
"I had a broken wrist"
"Yes but it wasn't the wrist you were shooting with" he points out giving him a playful smirk.
They stay in silence, again, but it's a comfortable one, while they inspect the room, memories flooding through their minds.
"You'll get over it" says Damian matter-of-factly.
"How could you know?" Colin snaps, this is a sensitive issue and they are dancing on the edge.
Damian looks at him astounded until the realization hits him, he hasn't, explicitly at least, told him "I haven't lived in Gotham all my life, I came to live here when I was ten" Colin's brows furrow a little as he processes what he just heard.
"Where did you live before?"
"A lot of places" he says, shrugging a small frown appearing on his face "My mother and I used to move quite often"
"Did you have one place that you would return to often?"
"Like a home?" he asks, receiving a nod as answer "sort of, one in England and one in India, they weren't what I would call a home but we returned to them more frequently than to any other place" he says playing with the hem of his shirt, the frown still in his face.
"How were they?" the ginger gets closer, interest peaking quickly.
"Do you really wish to talk about this?" he says quirking his eyebrow in a way that, Colin knows, he picked from Dick.
"Humor me?" he, kind of, asks with puppy eyes, sadness hidden behind them, which is the only reason why Damian agrees.
"The one in England was made of stone, it wasn't nearly as big as the other places we stayed in, but that wasn't an issue, it was a perk actually, thanks to that I got to see my mother more frequently" he clears his throat "in the one in India I stayed with my grandfather, he taught me how to play chess and told me stories about my father, we stopped visiting that place after he died" he shrugged, Colin decided not to say anything, he already knew that story, he died when Damian was six and came back to life not so long ago.
"Do you miss them?" whether he's talking about the places or his mother's side of the family is left unsaid, so Damian chooses the easier one.
"Sometimes, more out of habit than anything, but the manor is big and old enough to resemble the former places I lived in" he looks at the clock, it points almost six o'clock "it's time to get this things out, your… the people who adopted you will be here in ten minutes" he says standing up.
Colin follows him before stopping and hugging him, it's quick and barely there, mostly because he knows how much Damian despites physical contact, but it's a hug even if he doesn't even give the kid time to react before he goes grabbing the box of 'clothes'.
"Are you coming?" he asks over his shoulder, pointing at the 'superhero stuff' box and smirking because finally, he was finally able to outwit Damian.
The black haired kid only shakes his head, smiling softly, the change may be a little too radical and kind of sudden but it was for the best, he admits, just this one time and only to himself, that he would miss this place, if only because it has a fire stair and it was fairly easy to get into it.
So what do you think?(I might make another one with them moving into Colin's new house... but that'll come later n_n)
The idea of Colin leaving the orphanage came after re-reading Streets of Gotham when Dami gives him the bike? Colin says that there's a new foster family visiting and Idk I thought "let's do it"
Anyway, thanks for reading, Love you n_n