What You Do To Me: Chapter 04

Chikorita-Trainer1

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Disclaimer: I don't own Batman.

Author's note: This is kind-of a nothing chapter. Just romance. Hope you like it, though.

When Damian woke up later, it was late afternoon. The sun was peeking in around the edges of the drawn curtains in his father's bedroom, and the young Robin was all caught up on his sleep.

Rolling over onto one side of the bed, Damian took out his phone to check the time. 4:48 PM. He noticed he had missed a text from Colin, so he answered it. Fortunately, the text had not been received very long ago.

Colin: wats up?

Damian smiled and texted back: Titus has bloat.

Colin: wats that?

Damian: stomach problem. He's in surgery now.

Colin: O NO! IS HE OK? POOR BOY! (and then a scared/alarmed-looking emoji.)

Damian: don't know results yet. Can I come see you tonight?

Colin: sure. Were u want 2 meet?

Damian: I'll come by your room around 11.

Colin: OK. C U then.

Ordinarily, Damian would have snuck out without giving a second thought to anything else. But now he was wiser. Now he knew how worried and frightened Bruce would be if he came up to the room to look for him, and found his son missing.

I'll have to tell Father where I'm going, thought Damian. But what if he doesn't let me go? That was the main reason Damian DID sneak out; it wasn't because he didn't care if people were worried about him, it was mostly that he figured that if he asked, he would be forbidden to leave the house. Just doing whatever he wanted on the spur of the moment was so easy.

"Pennyworth? Any word from the vet?" Damian asked as he entered the Batcave.

"Not yet, Master Damian," said Alfred. "I'm glad to see you up and about, though."

"Is my father around?"

"He's currently at Wayne Enterprises, going over a few things with Lucius Fox," said Alfred. "But I'm sure calling him would not interrupt anything dire."

"I just need to ask if I can go see Colin tonight," Damian said, his voice beginning to crack as tears formed in his eyes. Alfred put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "He's worried about Titus, too."

"I'm sure your father would not object to your visiting your significant other," said Alfred. "Shall we give Master Bruce a call?"

"I will," said Damian, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Taking out his cellphone, he dialed Bruce's cell.

"Hi, son. Glad you're up," Bruce answered.

"Hi," Damian said quietly.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I just wanted to know if I can go visit Colin tonight," said Damian.

"Oh. Sure, that'd be fine," said Bruce, sounding more than a little surprised that his son had actually ASKED. "What time do you need to see him? I could drive you."

"No, that's OK, Father," said Damian. "I told him I'd swing by around 11 tonight. I can get there by myself."

"OK. Do you want me to pick you up afterwards so we can go on patrol?"

"I don't think so, Father," Damian admitted. "I don't think I'll be able to have my head in the game. I'm too upset about Titus."

"I understand," said Bruce. "But remember, someday this city will be yours to watch over. And being able to table your emotions is something you'll have to master."

"I know, Father. But I can't tonight."

"OK. I'll see you at home later on. Lucius and I have some paperwork to catch up on," said Bruce.

"OK, Father. Thanks."

"Bye, Damian," said Bruce. And the two heroes hung up.

It was quiet at the orphanage when Damian landed on the fire escape outside of Colin's room. The children were put to bed at 10:00, and Damian was confident that neither nun nor church mouse was stirring. He was about to tap on the window, but instead, decided to text Colin.

Within seconds, the window was unlocked, and Damian stealthily climbed inside.

"Hey," whispered Colin. It was dark; almost completely black, but Damian was trained in blind combat, so he knew how to rely on his other senses to lead him to Colin's bed.

"Hi," he said shakily. He took off his mask and gloves, and reached out into the darkness until his hand found Colin's. Then both boys sat down on the bed.

"Is Titus going to be-?" Colin was cut off as Damian kissed him hungrily. Pushing the redhead back onto the bed, Damian aggressively began to attack his lips, grasping either side of the orphan's face with his un-gloved hands.

Colin turned his head away, and tried to push back up, but Damian just started kissing his neck, as that was all he could access now.

"Damian, stop!" Colin hissed, manipulating the Venom in his body to allow him enough strength to push his boyfriend up off of him.

"Please, Colin. I need you," Damian whimpered. If he couldn't kiss the boy, he could at least hug him. Damian wrapped his arms around Colin and squeezed him powerfully.

"I know, and I'm here for you, Damian, but-"

"Please. Please just-" Damian trailed off. He felt Colin's muscles shrink down, and went back to kissing him aggressively.

"Damian, stop! What IS this?!" Colin hissed again.

"I just need to forget," Damian sniffed, backing off. "I just need to forget for a little while."

"About Titus?"

"Yeah."

"You can't forget," Colin whispered, taking hold of Damian's hand. "Forgetting isn't the answer. Tell me what happened."

"The condition he has…" Damian began. "…it happens in big dogs, when they eat, and then immediately go out running."

"Oh, no."

"I think it happened because we fed him people food, and then we took him out to play fetch," cried Damian. "It's MY fault!"

"Well, if that's true, then it's both our faults," Colin assured him.

"No. He's my dog. I'm responsible for him. I should have known all the health risks Great Danes can have."

"It's not your fault, Damian," said Colin, touching his nose to Damian's. "Has the vet called you with the results yet?"

"No," sniffed Damian. "That's what I'm afraid of. I'm afraid they're going to call and say he didn't survive the surgery."

"Why wouldn't he survive? He's a big, tough guy," Colin tried, rubbing Damian's arm.

"I just love him so much!" cried Damian, breaking into quiet sobs.

"I know. He's a good boy," said Colin.

After a few moments, both boy's eyes got adjusted to the dark. What little there was from outside was coming through the window. They could see each other a little better now. Damian's cheeks glistened in the moonlight; his tears visible and still flowing.

"I'm here for you, Damian," Colin whispered. "I love you. More than anything."

Damian sniffed and wiped his eyes.

"I love you, too," he answered. "I'm sorry about…y'know…"

"No, it's OK," Colin shrugged. "I liked it."

Damian grinned and sank his fingers into Colin's lush, red hair, and kissed him again. This time, Colin didn't push him away, but rather reciprocated with the same passion and aggression.

"You're everything to me, Damian," Colin whispered against his lips. "I'll always be here for you. I love you so much."

"I know. I love you, too," Damian panted in between kisses.

It was about midnight before the boys resumed their conversation. Colin was lying mostly on his back, with his neck and head propped up by his pillow. Damian had his head on his chest, and was sniffling quietly while Colin stroked his short, spiky hair.

"My father told me he worries about me, the same way I'm worried about Titus now," Damian whispered.

"Well, yeah. Of course he does," Colin agreed.

"I didn't know."

"How could you not know that your dad worries about you?"

"I don't know," Damian sighed. "He doesn't tell me what he's thinking very often. He just expects me to behave."

"Yeah, but knowing your parents love you is something you should always know," said Colin.

"I know he loves me. I just didn't know he worried so much."

"Titus probably worries about you, too," said Colin. Damian chuckled.

"Maybe," he said with a smile.

"So does he know where you are now?" asked Colin.

"Yeah. I asked him if I could come over. He said yes."

"Was that the first time you've asked his permission?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Damian laughed. Colin chuckled a little, too.

"I should be getting back, though," said Damian, sitting up from Colin's chest.

"OK," said Colin. Damian leaned in for one last kiss, and then slithered out the window.

"I love you," he said.

"Love you, too," whispered Colin.

As Damian swung from rooftop to rooftop, he started to feel better. The adrenaline from soaring above the city, combined with the adrenaline that came from making out with his boyfriend, was sending the young assassin into a sort-of high, and he relished it.

I can't believe I feel this good, he thought. I was so miserable just a couple hours ago. Colin is amazing. He can cheer me up and completely flip my mood just by being by my side. I love him so much. What he does to me is…

The boy couldn't even finish that thought. He just seemed to float through the air as he made his way back home.

END OF CHAPTER 04
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