Age 11

Colin shifted. The brick wall he'd been sitting on for the last hour was uncomfortable. He'd tried playing I spy, but it was boring when he was by himself. After he'd cheated himself a few times, he realized there was nothing to do.
But it didn't matter because people in business suits were spilling out of the Wayne Enterprises
building. And among the grown men was a tiny body.
Even though he was considerably smaller than everyone, (He was considerably small for his age) his
posture gave the impression that Damian was not a boy to be tampered with.
That posture was destroyed when Colin jumped into his arms. "Damian!"
All the others had the politeness to keep walking when they saw it, but neither of the two boys cared.
"Hello, Colin." A shadow of a smile on his face.
"When's Alfred picking you up?"
"At six. From the Orphanage."
"Cool! I bought new game today while I was waiting for you. Thanks for the Gaming system by the way-" Things were the same. Colin stilled dragged Damian around by the hand...
But there was more meaning to it now.

Age 14

"Hey, aren't you Damian Wayne? Bruce Wayne's son?"
He sighed. "Yes, that's me. Can I help you?"
"I'm um..." The girl was pushed forward by her two best friends. "I'm Katie. I was wondering..."
Damian let his mind wonder while the girl prattled to him. There was only one person Damian ever allowed to do that... Anyway, the girl would be really disappointed when she-
"-And I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie later."
"Sorry, Christie." Damian wasn't even looking at her, he was looking straight past her "I'm... not interested."
"That's Katie-"
"Dami!"
Damian punched his friend on the shoulder. "What have I told you about calling me that!"
"In public." Colin teased, grabbing Damian via the forearm.
A small circle of shrubs was well known to the student body, mostly used to secretly smoking during school. Fortunately, people avoided Damian ever since he'd gotten into a fight with a senior... and won.
A few of the other boys moving towards the area cleared away when they saw him.
"You're so good with people." Colin laughed when he saw them shuffling away.
"Some people." Damian smirked back, pulling him into a kiss that was way too experienced for someone his age.

Age 17
"I can't believe you still have him." Damian weighed Rory in his hand.
"Hm." Colin was a bit distracted.
"Really, how old is he?" Damian, over time, had come to refer to Rory as though he was another person. Something he'd picked up off Colin when they were children that had stuck.
"Nearly as old as me." The red-head informed him.
Rory's color was fading, and he had a small patch on one arm that Alfred had skillfully mended.
"I used to be jealous of him." Damian flashed something that was close to a grin. "I thought I was so smart back then, yet I was jealous of a Teddy Bear."
"Back then?" Colin grinned, moving to sit next to Damian. "What were you jealous of?"
"He was your favorite." Damian pouted.
"That's stupid!" Colin laughed, and Damian frowned.
"No need to be so high and mighty about it. Besides, he was."
"No, Dami." Colin's smile softened. "You always were. Always."
Rory, who was abruptly dumped on the dresser, was nearly completely forgotten as they kissed.
Until Colin reached for Damian's shirt.
"Just a sec."
Damian sat Rory up on the dressing table, facing the wall.
"I don't feel comfortable with him watching." He explained. "Besides, I don't want him getting any ideas."
Colin's laughter was lost against Damian's lips.

Age 20
"I don't want to, Colin."
Colin rolled his eyes. It had been ten years, and Damian still sounded... ten.
"I think they know already, Dami. We haven't been very careful lately."
"If they know, why do I have to say it?" Damian whined.
Colin pouted. "Are you ashamed of me?"
"No!" He cried, then, realizing he'd been tricked, Damian scowled. "Don't do that! I just... don't want to admit to Drake that I..."
"Swing both ways?" Colin guessed.
"-Am interested in a man, yes." Damian glared.
They'd been standing in Damian's old bed room at Wayne manor for half an hour.
"Damian, Alfred has already seen us, Bruce has probably guessed, and why do you still care what Tim thinks?"
"I don't..." Damian said. "I just... How am I supposed to tell my father this?"
"Easy." Colin shrugged. "'Father, I am totally and utterly in love with Colin Wilkes. He is a gentle passionate lover, with a nice ass, and-"
Damian, resisting the urge to face palm, sighed. "Fine. Let's get this over with."
"F-father? I... I have something I have to tell you."
"Hm?" Bruce looked up from his notes.
Tim, from the other side of the room, had the decency to pretend he wasn't listening.
"It's just that- I-i-"
Colin could see that Damian was really struggling. He decided to say something.
Or kiss Damian. He picked the second one.
Tim's jaw dropped. Bruce raised his eyebrows. "I see."

Very short, and a terrible and sudden ending. I am horrible.