Colin knew by now that Damian had a different way of saying things.
Instead of laughing, the corners of his mouth would twitch into a smirk, unlike his usual smile, which was actually a little scary; the smirk was softer.
Instead of yelling, he'd hit something. Or someone. But usually his voice was never raised above a deathly whisper.
And instead of telling Colin how worried he was, and how stupid Collin was for risking his life, he'd roll his eyes and tut.
"You idiot." He told him, running a finger over the band aid on Colin's cheek. "What did you do this time?"
Colin grinned. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
"...I ran into a door." He grinned, and he noticed Damian's mouth twitching.
"What about that one?" He said, nodding towards the bruise forming just below the red-heads hair.
"..." Colin bit his lip. "I ran into someone."
Damian clicked his tongue. "Are any of your injuries actually caused by... fighting?"
"...Not at the moment, no."
Damian shook his head, and Colin tried hard not to grin.
Its just that... you've been getting all the good enemies lately! I've been stuck with people like The Condiment King, and Dr. Polaris."
"Each villain is evil in their own special way." Colin laughed, and he wondered how someone as serious as Damian could be funny sometimes.
"Really?"
Damian snorted. "No. Especially not those two."
The red-head nodded in agreement. "That's what I mean! Because of you I'm wasting my unconsciousness on door frames and other peoples heads!"
Damian actually grinned, and Colin felt a warming accomplishment spread over his body.
He had seen Damian hurt people, he had seen him make them cry, make them beg for their lives, but that was how he knew Damian cared.
Instead of threatening him, Damian smiled at him.
Instead of refusing him, Damian rolled his eyes and allowed himself to be led away by the hand, not matter how childish the activity Colin forced him to do.
Instead of leaving Colin, like everyone else in his life did, he was the one breaking him out of the orphanage every day.
Colin smiled, thankful that he could speak fluent Damian.
This is just some short cuteness I had to upload because I couldn't help myself; There will be more adorableness, a shoebox full of memories, and an embarrassing 10 year old kiss... when I can keep myself awake long enough to write chapter 2. I hae a few other stories I should be working on, too.
Okay... there was a few mistakes. I think I got them all.