Disclaimer: I do not own Damian or Loki, or the art I used for the picture
The first time they met Damian was eight. Damian had been in the middle of a fight, ready to lead his squadron of assassins past the others that were fighting to achieve their goal. He ducked behind a barrel and looked behind him. He hadn't expected to see anyone, but there he was, a boy, probably no older than himself. The boy had shaggy, long black hair and stunning emerald green eyes. Damian didn't even care that the boy was dressed weirdly; he was at a loss of words. When he finally did find words to say the boy just winked and grinned mischievously before disappearing. When turning back to the fight Damian saw that all the enemies had been mysteriously turned into guinea pigs. The young assassin narrowed his eyes, suspecting the mysterious boy had something to do with it.
The second time they met Damian was ten. He was leaving the LoA compound with his mother. He had slipped away from his escort to take one last look at the view the compound had. He was staring at the mountains when he heard the soft breath of someone behind him. He turned around to see the same boy he had seen two years ago.
"Who are you?" Damian questioned.
"It doesn't matter who I am Damian," The boy said.
"How do you know my name?" Damian was confused.
"Oh, a woman said it. I assumed she was looking for you," The boy said going to stand behind Damian.
Damian would've looked at the boy behind him but his mother came onto the balcony.
"There you are Damian, we must leave now," Talia said, taking Damian's arm and pulling him with her.
Damian glanced behind him but the boy had vanished like he had never been there in the first place.
There was one time when Damian would've been eleven that the boy visited. But when the boy appeared in Damian's empty room it looked like it hadn't been slept in for at least a month. The boy sat on the bed and waited for several hours before going outside and finding Damian's grave. In that moment he regretted never telling the assassin his name
When Damian came back the only thing he had to know that the boy had visited while he was dead was that there was a golden necklace with a blue gem. One that hadn't been there before
The third time they met Damian was thirteen. He was out on patrol as Robin. He and Nightwing were entering a warehouse to take down Two Face. Nightwing was going in from one side and Robin from the other side. He was perched in the rafters waiting for Nightwing to drop smoke bombs onto their unsuspecting victims when he heard a slightly familiar voice.
"I'm sorry I let you die…" It was the same boy Damian had last seen three years ago, except he looked older now. The boy was at least a foot taller with slightly shorter, better kept shaggy black hair. He also had different clothes. But it was those emerald eyes that Damian recognized.
"How…" Robin started.
"I tried to visit you a couple years ago, I waited hours, and then I found out you had died. I was too late to save you…" The boy said.
"I'm alive now," Robin said, curious.
"Yeah. And in case you die again, I'm not going to let myself make the same mistake," The boy looked into Damian's, albeit mask covered, eyes.
Robin was going to say something when suddenly the boy kissed him. He was startled. They barely knew each other yet this boy seemed to have strong feelings for him. He didn't know how to react.
When there was a clatter followed by a poof and some coughing the boy pulled back and looked into Damian's eyes before disappearing.
Robin never told Nightwing what happened even when Nightwing asked why his attack had been delayed, something that wasn't like Damian.
The fourth time they met Damian was 18. He hadn't seen the boy in five years and never expected to again. Damian had reached a height of 6'1" and while some said he looked like his father he actually looked more like Dick, even if he was taller than his older brother. The ladies would swoon over him, especially his butt. Barbara had even commented his butt was more recognizable and finely sculpted then Dick's. Dick was jealous. Despite all this every time a girl asked him out on a date he turned them down. The media was filled with rumors that the heir to Wayne Enterprise was gay. Damian never said they were true, but he didn't deny them either. Of course, all his family knew he was gay. Especially after the incident where Tim was trying to not be gay and kissed Damian to see if that would get him to not be gay. Damian had promptly kissed him back without a care. That was when his family figured it out. They all supported him. Though Bruce was a little disappointed that none of his sons were straight.
Damian had looked for the boy a few times, with no luck. But the fact was he had given up looking two years ago. It had been Valentine's two years ago that he gave up.
Two years ago
Damian sat on the bench looking at the fountain. There was a heart shaped box of chocolates in his hand with a note on it that said 'To the boy who I've never forgotten'. The sun had just set and most of the family was getting ready for patrol. Dick had come out to find Damian. When he saw Damian sitting outside with the box he sat next to his brother.
"Who's that for?" Dick asked politely.
"Someone I have seen in three years," Damian said, trying not to cry.
Dick hugged Damian, not saying a word.
Damian allowed himself to cry into Dick's shoulder, "Do you think he's forgotten me?"
Dick smiled faintly, "No one could forget someone like you," But his smile faded after what Damian said next.
"Do you think he still loves me?"
Dick swallowed, unsure what to say. Then he looked at Damian in the eyes, "I don't know what happened between the two of you but if he truly loved you I think he would eventually come back. Don't let it consume you, but never forget."
Damian nodded. After a minute Dick stood up with Damian. Damian left the box of chocolates on the bench before going inside with Dick. What Damian never saw was the man with long gold hair and a hammer take the box.
Damian didn't think about the boy anymore as much as he used to. But now as he walked down the streets of Gotham he was thinking about the boy and wondering what had happened to him. His hand caressed the blue gem on the necklace he had taken to wearing. He still didn't know where the necklace had come from but it was comforting to wear it, in a strange way. He paused when he saw a man, not wearing much yet obviously homeless, huddled in an alley. He walked towards the man, planning on giving him some cash and direct him towards the nearest homeless shelter. As he got closer he was able to pick up on more of the man's features. Long, black, messy hair, pale skin that was slightly blue with faint outline of markings. The man was only clothed in a ragged looking murky green long sleeve shirt and matching pants. The man looked like he was asleep so Damian put a hand on his shoulder only to find the man was freezing cold. Afraid he was too late and the man was dead he checked the man's pulse. He sighed in relief when he felt a faint pulse. Then everything changed.
The man opened his eyes slightly and met gazes with Damian. Damian's eyes widened. He recognized those eyes. How could he forget them?
How could he forget the emerald green eyes of the boy he loved?
The boy that had grown into a man yet still held the same eyes.
Those Emerald eyes