What You Do To Me: Chapter 06

Chikorita-Trainer1

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Disclaimer: I don't own Batman.

Author's note: This will be the final chapter. I'm basically…empty. I got nowhere else to take this story. Thank you for reading and reviewing.

The next day, at nine o'clock AM, Damian, Alfred and Bruce went to pick up Titus from the vet. Damian was excited to see him, but also apprehensive.

"Will he be woozy?" he asked his father.

"Maybe a little," said Bruce. "But it'll be OK."

"Will he be able to eat right away, or will we have to wait?"

"I don't know. The doctor will tell us," said Bruce.

When they arrived at the vet, Bruce went up to the front desk to inform them of their arrival, while Damian sat in a chair.

It was only a few minutes before Titus was paraded out on a leash, with the Cone of Shame around his neck. But as soon as he saw Damian, he started wagging his tail and smiling.

"Titus!" cried Damian, getting up and rushing over to his dog. Luckily the boy didn't have to kneel down to hug him.

"How bad was it?" asked Bruce.

"Not too bad. But it's good that you got him here when you did," said the vet.

Only just then did Damian notice that the Great Dane's entire tummy had been shaved. The stitches were visible, and there was a small amount of dried blood around them.

"When can he eat?" asked Damian.

"He can eat, but small amounts. No wolfing down. And he has to take slow, leash walks for at least two weeks. Also, I'm going to send you home with some antibiotics. They have to be taken with food."

"OK, thank you," said Bruce.

"Just let him take it easy around the house. Let him rest. He should be back to normal soon. I've seen this in a lot of dogs, they usually bounce back," said the vet.

"That's great. Did you hear that, son?" asked Bruce.

"Yeah. Thank you!" Damian said through tears. "You ready to go home, Titus?" And he picked up the dog's leash and led him out to the car, where Alfred was waiting.

"The surgery was a success, no?" asked Alfred.

"Yes. He's a better boy," said Bruce, getting into the back seat with Damian, Titus on the floor.

"I trust there will be no more feeding of scraps from the table followed by arduous work-outs?" the butler inquired again.

"Nope!" said Damian. "Just small meals, slow walks and lots of rest."

"And pills," added Bruce.

"And pills," Damian echoed.

When they got home, Damian made up a bed for Titus; usually the dog was content to just lie on his side on the floor, but after his ordeal, Damian wanted to make him as comfortable as possible.

"Here you go, Titus," said Damian, laying a blanket over the arrangement of pillows. "It's nice and soft."

Titus trudged up to the bed, walked around and around and around in a circle about six times, then flopped down.

"Good boy," Damian said, sniffing. "I love you."

Later that night, after patrol, Damian received a call from Colin.

"Hey," he answered softly.

"Hey, you wanted me to call you?"

"Yeah, I just needed to clear something up with you."

"Is Titus OK?" asked Colin.

"Yeah. He's home now."

"Oh, that's good!" Colin sighed. "So, what'd you want to talk about?"

"When I showed up at your room the other night, and I just started making out with you without asking…I'm sorry," said Damian.

"Oh, that's OK, Dami," said Colin.

"No, it's not," said Damian. "I basically attacked you-"

"Whoa! NO! That is NOT what it was," said Colin. "Believe me, if I didn't want you there, I could have beaten the crap out of you. You know that, right? But I didn't! Because it wasn't bothering me at all."

"But you turned away a few times," said Damian. "Look, will you just let me apologize?"

"Heh heh heh heh, OK," said Colin. "Go ahead."

"I was basically using you as an outlet for my freak-out, and that wasn't fair to you. I should only want to make out with you because I want to, not because I'm trying to distract myself from something else. So, I'm sorry for not thinking about your feelings."

"…apology accepted," Colin breathed, with a bit of a laugh.

"Thanks," said Damian. "My dad kinda knocked some sense into me, and taught me that I need to be more considerate of other people's feelings."

"I like you just the way you are, Damian," said Colin.

"I know. But it wouldn't kill me to be a little more sensitive," said Damian.

"Damian, listen to me," said Colin. Damian went silent. "I'm dating you because I love you. You make me feel good when I'm with you. You give me confidence to be more than I am, and I enjoy making you happy, too. And if making out with me makes you happy, then I'm down with it."

"But…does making out with me make YOU happy?" asked Damian. Colin smiled and giggled a little.

"Um, yeah!"

"Heh," Damian shrugged. "So…you want to do it again sometime?"

"Totally," Colin said, with a grin in his voice.

"Shall we set a date? Want to just meet up one night on a roof and just…admire the moonlight?" Damian immediately scrunched his eyes shut, instantly regretting how corny what he'd just said was.

"Anytime, Dami," said Colin.

"Great," said Damian. After exhaling a big sigh of relief, Damian decided to end the conversation. "Well, I should let you go. I love you."

"I love you, too."

And through this ordeal, Damian Wayne learned to be a more sensitive and considerate person. Now, he was just a bit more mature, and a little closer to one day becoming Batman.

THE END
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