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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Batman_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Colin_Wilkes, Dick_Grayson/Damian_Wayne/Colin_Wilkes, Dick
      Grayson/Damian_Wayne, Damian_Wayne/Colin_Wilkes
  Character:
      Colin_Wilkes, Dick_Grayson, Damian_Wayne
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Lots_of_self_doubt, super_brief_mention_of_past_JayDick, Threesome
      -_M/M/M, very_Colin_centric
  Series:
      Part 3 of If_Neverland_had_a_Key,_It'd_be_Your_Smile
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-15 Words: 9789
****** Are We All Wrong? ******
by TimmyJaybird
Summary
     There'd doubt, in his head, his belly- when he's alone. So much doubt
     that sometimes, Colin can't see anything beyond it. And if he's
     honest, he's afraid to- because if he finds something he likes, finds
     something he wants, he's bound to lose it... isn't he?
Notes
     I said I was going to write the move in fic. It just took me forever
     to actually sit down and do it.
     Underage warnings because technically Damian and Colin are still 17,
     even if it's only briefly mentioned.
See the end of the work for more notes
Colin shifted the box in his arms into the back of the car, wiping his hands on
his jeans as he stood back. Behind him, he heard Dick ask, “is that all of
them?” and took a moment to glance over the few boxes that littered the back of
his car.
Yeah, yeah that looked like just about everything he’d had of his meager life
here. Not much- but then again, he’d never needed much.
“Yeah,” he said, closing the car door and turning. Dick was smiling at him,
hands in the pockets of his jeans, a folder stuffed haphazardly with papers
tucked up under one arm. All the loose ends he’d had to tie up, in taking Colin
from St. Aden’s. The loose ends because Colin hadn’t quite hit eighteen yet-
but neither wanted to wait.
Dick nodded, shifting a little- for a brief moment, looking sort of awkward.
“Do you want to go say goodbye or anything?” Colin shrugged a shoulder, glanced
past Dick at the church, at the building behind it- at the grounds that had
been his on-again, off-again home for so long. The center of a lot of things- a
lot of heartache, mental breaks- but sweet moments of perfection, as well. If
he was honest.
“No,” he decided, smiling ever so slightly. “No, I said them already.” He’d
said the verbal goodbyes that morning, to the sisters who had known him over
the long years here, to the kids staying behind. And the emotional goodbye, to
letting go of this phase of life, in the hopes that the next might be better-
Well, that was a goodbye he couldn’t say yet, couldn’t force from his gut to
his throat. It lingered, tight in his ribs, would stay nestled there until it
was really time.
Dick nodded, pulling his hands from his pockets, shifting the file into them
and walking towards the car. Colin remained against the door for a moment, let
his head tip up so he could look at Dick. He wanted to kiss him, so badly, in
that moment. Wanted Dick’s hands on the car door, boxing him in, the warm glide
of his mouth, the sweet soft of warmth that came with his affections.
But this wasn’t the place. This wasn’t the time. Colin knew- knew the reasons,
in his gut. And unlike Damian, he understood the risks Dick took, by being with
them now. Even if he disagreed, even if he felt it didn’t matter- what was a
few months?- he knew not to push, at certain times.
Carefully, he slid off the door, walking around the car. Heard Dick opening the
door, dropping the folder on the seat, the door closing. He let himself into
the passenger side, was working his seat belt when Dick climbed in himself.
Colin watched as Dick hesitated, simply sat there for a moment, before glancing
over at Colin- offering out his hand. Colin reached over, took it, and Dick
rubbed his knuckles with his thumb.
“You ready for this?”
Colin nodded. He was ready for anything, at this point.
*
The drive to Bludhaven was quiet, muted sounds from the radio being the only
true noise. It took very few trips to get all of Colin’s things into Dick’s
apartment. The boxes were left stacked in Dick’s room, while Dick moved towards
the kitchen. Colin stayed in limbo, in the living room- standing next to the
couch. Unsure where to place himself, what spots could be his.
He’d spent time in Dick’s apartment, yes. He’d spent nights here- but never
alone. In fact, he spent very little time with Dick alone. With Damian, yes-
and with both of them, whenever they could. But this was still new-
Not that anything wasn’t new. Just over a month in, the whole relationship was
still fresh water, unknown territory- but Colin would be lying if he dared to
say the exploration hadn’t been the best adventure of his life, thus far.
Still, without Damian’s reassurance, his tie between he and Dick, Colin could
admit, silently, to himself, that he felt a stranger. Awash, unsure where to
put himself, what to say, how to act- could he even breathe?
He only hoped he was doing the right thing. That this wasn’t anything bad
decisions in the string of them that had been his life, for so long. Hoped this
was finally the right door he was choosing.
He felt buzzing in his pocket, and fumbled, reached in and pulled his phone
out. He smiled, slightly, when he saw Damian’s name on the screen- and could
only wonder if Damian had wormed his way so far inside his skull, ins his mind,
that he knew how Colin was feeling, in that moment. He unlocked his phone,
lifting it with a quiet, “hey.”
“Hello beloved. Are you in Bludhaven?” Colin swallowed, felt his knees almost
going weak. Still wasn’t used to Damian’s affection, the sweet sensation in his
belly over being called beloved. Wasn’t used to the tone of his voice, the fact
that sometimes he swore he could hear him smiling.
“Yeah,” he said, finally settling down, sitting on the arm of the couch. “We
just got everything inside. How’s everything?”
“-tt- Boring. I would rather be with you.” Colin blushed a little, trailing his
fingers over his thighs, feeling the worn denim of his jeans. “But that is
nothing new.”
Colin was sure he’d never get over Damian being openly affectionate, and if he
was honest- clingy. So unlike him, and Colin loved it, couldn’t get enough of
it.
“I wish you were,” Colin admitted, “I wish you could be here tonight.” Try as
they had to make it work, Damian was pulled into spending most days at the
company with his father and Tim- learning. Bruce insisted. And his nights were
split, patrol and sleep- it was making it more difficult, for the three of
them- especially when they were not housed under the same roof. And now, Colin
and Dick being a city away-
Colin wouldn’t let himself dwell on it.
“Tomorrow still?”
“Yes. As soon as I am able.” Colin smiled, just as Dick walked back out,
holding a water bottle. He smiled at Colin.
“Is that our babybat?” Colin nodded.
“Dami, I think Dick wants to talk to you.” He passed the phone over, and Dick
took it, holding it near his ear and turning. Colin distinctly heard, hey
little prince, as Dick walked back towards the kitchen, the rest of the
conversation fading. Colin exhaled, glancing down at his hands, rubbing along
his thighs, letting Damian’s voice echo inside his head.
He had Damian saved in there, on loop. All the sweet things he’d said, over the
past month- all the little nothings, the affectionate names, the simple way his
tongue curled around Colin’s name- it was forever etched in the chamber of his
head, the sweetest lullaby he could set on repeat. Everything locked away,
should this fade, not last.
Colin was ready for it to not, and he hated that. Hated that he was preparing
for the worst, to lose his best friend, the boy he’d fallen so in love with- to
lose the man he obviously crushed on so hard, that he wanted to love, thought
he could love. Hated that he was always ready for things to find the worst
possible end.
But he had a track record, he knew. Bad things happened, and good things seldom
lasted in his life. The fact that he’d clung to Damian all these years as a
friend was nothing short of a miracle.
Dick came back, a minute later, passed Colin his phone. The teen tucked it
away.
“Damian sends his love,” Dick offered, and Colin smiled. “And that he wishes he
was here.”
“I know, he told me too.” Dick nodded, glanced away for a moment, as if he was
unsure, too, what to do. How to act. What to say.
“Do you wanna unpack a little? We don’t have to, I’m absolutely cool with boxes
sitting around for a while.” Colin pushed off the arm of the couch, careful to
not encroach too far into Dick’s space.
If Damian were here, Colin would have had the courage to press up against Dick,
to take the kiss he had so badly wanted earlier.
Instead, he left an awkward step between them, shrugging. “It wouldn’t hurt,”
he said, “and it won’t take long. I don’t have a lot of stuff.” Dick nodded,
and Colin followed him towards the bedroom.
“I emptied a closet for you,” Dick offered, sliding open one of his closets.
His bedroom boasted two- smaller, but perfect, all things considered. “And if
you want part of the dresser, I can move things around.”
“This is more than enough space,” Colin pointed out, glancing in the closet. “I
can just keep things in boxes anyway.” The moment the statement left his mouth,
Colin regretted it. Made it seem like he wanted to be ready to pick up and go.
Like he was showing how unsure he was.
“We can get you storage bins,” Dick said with a chuckle, reaching over to
ruffle his hair. Colin wanted to turn into that hand, to nuzzle into it, kiss
his palm, his wrist. To pull Dick over and wrap up in him, because he needed
something to hold him, to ground him. To chase away the doubt.
Doubt felt like his best friend, an old memory that never faded. Colin was sick
of it, sick with it, didn’t know how to handle it some days.
But before he could find the courage- if he even had it- Dick was pulling away,
reaching into his pocket as his own phone was ringing. He pulled it out,
glancing at it.
“I have to take this,” he said, “I’ll be back, okay?” Colin nodded, and Dick
stepped away, answering with a rather happy hey Jaybird as he headed out of the
bedroom. Colin took one more glance into the closet, before he settled on the
floor, amongst his boxes. He cracked one open, slowly pulling his clothes out,
sorting them- piled shirts to one side, pants to the other. Neither pile would
get very large, he knew.
Strangely, for the first time, he felt bothered by it. Even when he’d spent
time with Damian at the Manor, it had never mattered that he didn’t have much,
that Damian’s room alone felt like a damn house to him- but there was something
about attempting to place himself in a space that felt like it was well above
his level- like he didn’t deserve to be here.
Doubt again, his old friend. He wondered if it was too late to throw off the
damn wedding band he felt like he wore, for the emotion.
He cracked open another box, left his socks and underwear in it, simply shoving
that box into the closet. One box was filled with odds and ends- not clothing,
a few books and such, and he simply stuffed that in there as well. He pulled
another to him, worked the tape off it, was met by the faded color of his
trench coat.
Colin paused for a moment, simply looking at the old fabric. He reached in,
tugged the sleeve out. It felt impossibly large, in his hands, in that moment.
Like it could swallow him up, let him drown in the blood stains and old
memories, the bruises that never lasted, the bones he’d broken and had to hide
because they would heal too quickly for a doctor to know. He rubbed it between
his fingers, swallowed thickly because it felt strange, in that moment.
Strange, because he didn’t know when he’d wear it next.
They’d had to talk about that, the three of them. Colin didn’t know Bludhaven,
and he knew, he even agreed, it wasn’t smart for him to just go out as he
pleased, trying to do as he had done in Gotham. Abuse didn’t belong here-
Well, Damian had said not yet. Damian had said not yet, because everything was
still so quiet, so secretive. Because they had only just casually mentioned
that he was moving in with Dick to the family- and had dodged all questions. It
seemed most of them thought Dick was simply doing it because Colin was Damian’s
friend. He’d been around so long that Tim had joked he should have just moved
into the Manor instead.
Colin closed the box, shoving it aside as Dick walked back into the room. He
leaned against the wall, arms folded, smiling softly at Colin- albeit, a little
unsure. “Doing okay?”
He nodded. “Yeah. This is way more space than I need.” He looked up, and Dick
only shrugged a shoulder.
“Maybe right now. Eventually, you’ll need more.” Colin opened his mouth to
argue- but knew it was useless.
Because, as long as he’d known Damian, his friend had been giving him things.
Trying to take care of him- and he didn’t doubt that Dick wouldn’t be any
different. He just wished he could give back, could do it himself. That he
didn’t feel like dead weight.
“So, I don’t know if you’re hungry or not,” Dick started, “but I was thinking
we could get a pizza? I’m really not a great cook.” He reached back, rubbed the
back of his neck. “Trust me, you’ll find out if you didn’t know already.” Colin
laughed softly, and Dick seemed to relax, over the sound. He pushed himself up
off the floor.
“Fine with me. And you know, I can...do that.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I mean,
I’m not great but-“
“How about we save that adventure for another night?” Dick held out his hand,
and Colin dared to reach out, take it, let Dick pull him closer and turn them,
to head back out of the bedroom. “Because as fun as that might be, I think a
dull night is probably what we need.”
Colin couldn’t agree more.
“And since it’s just you and I, we can pile this pizza with whatever the hell
we want.” Colin snorted, as Dick added, “No weird vegetables, hell we could put
every meat option on it! I swear someone needs to remind Damian a pizza is not
a salad.”
Colin had to reach up, cover his mouth as he laughed so hard his ribs hurt. He
wasn’t sure he’d heard a truer statement so far that day.
Dick grinned, tossed his arm over Colin’s shoulders, pulling him in against his
chest. Colin was still trying to control his laughter, and he fell into the
half embrace, turning into Dick’s warmth in a moment of reflex- forgetting
fear, the unknown. “You know,” Dick offered, as he continued to walk them
towards the kitchen, “I love your laugh.”
That had Colin choking on it, cheeks flushing. “Really?” He still had his hand
over his mouth, and the word was mumbled, but Dick’s smile softened.
“Yeah. I think you could laugh all day and I wouldn’t get sick of it.”
Colin’s stomach tightened, fluttered, and suddenly he had swallowed a thousand
butterflies, was trying to contain them, keep them from nesting in the hallows
of his ribs. He leaned closer into Dick, as his lover- he could use that term,
right?- squeezed him again.
For a moment, the doubt was silent.
*
By the time it was dark, Colin was folded up on the couch. He’d moved to sit on
the opposite end of Dick, at first- but had been tugged down, right against
Dick’s chest, between his legs. One of Dick’s arms had gone around his waist,
and Colin hadn’t fought it- hadn’t wanted to. They left the lights off, drowned
in the colors cast off the television as the clicked through the channels.
“Shitty romantic comedy, or shitty scifi?”
“Scifi,” Colin said, leaning his head back- feeling almost like he had
confidence, as the top of his head ghosted against Dick’s chin as he tried to
look up. Dick chuckled.
“Someday someone is going to watch a damn romantic comedy with me.” Colin
laughed, reaching for his phone as it lit up, sitting on his thigh. Damian had
been texting the both of them, via Colin, on and off as he was getting ready
for patrol.
We’re watching a movie Colin sent him, in response to Damian asking how they
were spending their night. It took a few minutes, before he got back-
Is that a euphemism I’m unaware of? Colin nearly choked, and Dick quirked up an
eyebrow, squeezing his waist.
“What’d he do?”
“Oh, nothing.” No, a real movie. Mind out of the gutter gorgeous. Colin set his
phone back down, glancing back at the television. He could admit, it was
calming, being like this- Dick’s arm around him, settled in like they fit
together. It kept everything in his mind quiet, content for the moment. Kept
the doubt away, the fear, made him forget he didn’t have the courage to even
tangle his fingers in with Dick’s, to splay his hand over his, on his belly.
But it was okay. He was content- and content was more than Colin could have
hoped for.
His phone lit up, a few minutes later, and he flipped it, casually opening
Damian’s latest text. It simply read, gorgeous?, and below, attached to the
message, was something that Colin was sure was a breach of security.
A selfie- Damian taking a selfie was alone enough to make Colin wonder if he
had tripped into the Twilight Zone- in full Robin gear. Damian had his typical
pout on those pretty lips- but there was the slightest curve, a hidden smile.
Colin thought it looked like he was sitting on the counter by the main cave
computer, but he wasn’t sure- getting only bits and pieces.
It didn’t matter. He still felt his fingers shake, his heart rate spiking. His
general reaction to Damian simply existing, simply being that strange sort of
damaged perfect that Colin wanted, needed so badly. Craved, in the hallows of
his bones, like he’s carved out all the marrow, left the spaces for Damian to
take up, live inside him forever.
He inhaled, before he lifted his phone higher. “This is probably against family
rules, right?” Dick glanced down, before he took the phone, grinning.
“Wicked little bat,” he whispered, passing it back to Colin. “He’s too damn
pretty.”
“I know.” Colin saved the attachment- figured he shouldn’t, knew it wasn’t
safe- but god, he didn’t care. You’re proving my point. Also, Dick thinks
you’re a “wicked little bat”.
He sent the picture to Dick without having to be asked.
The last text came almost ten minutes later, a quick series of them. Please
tell Grayson to save that statement for when I’m there in person.And then, I
have to leave, father is impatient. I will let you know when I’ve returned,
beloveds.
Colin smiled, offering his phone up to Dick to glance at, who smirked.
“Oh, I can save that for him,” he whispered, and Colin shivered- knew Dick felt
it by the way his hips pushed slightly up, against Colin- out of reflex. Colin
nearly let his head fall back, nearly pushed back against Dick- but in that
last moment came back to himself, fought down the reflex and inside simply
turned back towards the television, his phone left abandoned between his legs
now.
*
A chain of movies later, and Colin was crawling into bed, alongside Dick. Just
Dick. It felt strange, surreal. The only time he’d slept in this apartment,
Damian had been there, again that constant reassurance, like his courage-
The voice in his head that echoed sounded exactly like the other teen- you’re
being a coward.
Colin turned onto his side, rested his cheek on his pillow as Dick finished up
whatever he was doing on his phone- Colin knew only so much that he was working
on something with Jason, which according to Damian was a rather intriguing
thing to witness. There had been almost a hint of jealousy in his voice, when
he’d spoken, under laced with the amusement.
Colin knew there was a history between the first two robins- he assumed it was
stemming from that. And in a strange way, he almost liked that maybe Damian
wasn’t as sure of this as he tried to come off. That maybe Colin wasn’t the
only one having doubts, scared that this wouldn’t work-
“You okay over there?”
Colin jerked his eyes up, and Dick was laying on his back now, staring up at
the ceiling. He’d shed his tshirt, left in just his sweatpants, and the blanket
was still tugged down around his waist.
“Uh, yeah,” Colin whispered, inhaling slowly. “Just...”
“It feels weird, doesn’t it?”
Colin exhaled, relieved he hadn’t had to say it. “Yeah. Without Damian...” Dick
turned his head, and Colin gave a half shrug. “I don’t know. It does.”
Dick hesitated a moment, before he offered Colin a smile. “Do you wanna come
over here?” Colin glanced at his chest, sucked on his lip for a moment. The
questions must’ve shown in his eyes, because Dick’s smile softened. “If you
want to, I’d really like it.”
He gave a nod, and they shifted, Dick lifting his arm his arm so Colin could
slide in, rest his head on his chest. He let his hand splay, just above Dick’s
abs, as Dick’s hand rubbed small circles into the center of his spine.
“It won’t always feel weird,” Dick offered, “it just takes time.”
“If you say so.” Dick lifted his head, glancing down at Colin, who didn’t look
up. Who kept his eyes locked on the opposite wall of the room- tried to keep
his fingers from shaking. He wanted to bury himself in this, in Dick’s heat, in
the fact that, if he could get his pulse to stop hammering against the walls of
his skull, he’d hear his heartbeat, could be lulled by it.
“Hey.” Colin finally glanced up, lifting his head slightly. In the dark, it was
hard to see the blue of Dick’s eyes, but he knew them- knew them because he’d
committed those to memory already. Another little thing he didn’t want to lose,
if this all fell to ruins. “Colin, talk to me...”
Colin pushed himself up fully, stared down at Dick. Couldn’t see the blue, no-
but he could see the concern. The concern that looked so real, felt so sincere-
and that voice inside him, the one that gnaw at his belly and brain, it wanted
to deny that reality, to tell him this was just a front- and he tried so hard
to shut it out.
“I just,” he paused, inhaled, “is this going to work?” Dick pushed himself up,
ever so slightly on the pillows. “That’s stupid to ask, I know you don’t know.
But...is it? Is it worth-“
“It’s always worth trying,” Dick offered, reaching up, brushing some of Colin’s
hair back. “Unless you don’t want to...”
“No, no. I want it to work. Hell, I want this so badly...so it can’t work.
That’s the rule- if I want it bad enough, it simply can’t happen.” Colin shook
his head, chuckled in a way that was so bitter it seemed a mockery of the sweet
laughter Dick had loved so much earlier. “That’s how it always goes.”
The chuckle was still there, burning in Colin’s throat, as Dick reached up,
wrapped his arms around him and tugged him back down. Colin slipped, fell- gave
and didn’t fight as he was pressed back to Dick’s chest. Dick held him, leaning
down, speaking into his hair as Colin closed his eyes, eyelashes tickling
Dick’s skin.
“Not anymore.” A firmer squeeze. “It’s going to work. It’s going to work
because you want it to. This is different- it’s all different- Colin I swear, I
fucking-“ Dick’s voice broke off, a sharp snap into silence that had Colin’s
eyes fluttering open. “-I fucking swear, okay?”
Colin sucked on his lips. Dick’s voice was raw, sounded like he hurt- hurt for
all the years Colin had suffered, even if he knew so little, sometimes didn’t
even know the shadows of everything Colin had survived. Hurt because it didn’t
matter that he didn’t know- just that he cared, cared that Colin hadn’t been
given a second chance as early as he had.
Colin’s breath rushed out of him, and he lifted up, moved before he could
think- didn’t want to think, didn’t want to let himself listen to the doubt,
ever give it a chance to sink it’s sharp fingertips into him- moved until he
was hovering over Dick-
And then kissing him. Mouth pressing harder, and Dick clutching at his back,
holding him in, keeping him from escaping, from slipping to the shadows. Colin
made a small sound, somewhere in the back of his throat, and when Dick spoke,
he barley stopped kissing him- spoke into Colin’s mouth, wrote the words on his
lips.
“Damian loves you.” Colin shivered, because he wanted that statement to be
true- knew it, when he didn’t let himself think too hard. “I’m going to love
you.” Another kiss, and one of Dick’s hands let go of his shoulders, reached up
to sink into his hair. “I love you now.” A drag of teeth along his lips, and
Colin was gasping. “You’re safe.”
Colin kissed him.
“Forever.”
Colin shook, and suddenly he wasn’t kissing, he was hovering and Dick was
pressing his mouth to the corner of Colin’s, down to his jaw.
Empty promises, part of him wanted to whisper. Empty because no one could
promise that, not with any level of certainty. A waiting heartbreak, another
let down- a crack in the road that would force him to once again stumble
through the dark until he found another.
He’d had enough. Colin just wanted, wanted this- wanted Dick and wanted Damian
and wanted their love. Wanted it badly enough that maybe he could throw himself
in blindly, could shut it all down, shut it out, shut it up-
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, as Dick kissed his cheek now, along a dusting of
freckles. “I’m sorry Dick, I just-“
“It’s okay. He pulled his hand from his hair, brushed his knuckles along
Colin’s cheeks. “I understand. Don’t worry- we’re all going to have doubts. We
all already do. It’s just going to take time.” Colin nodded, and Dick kissed
him again, slowly this time- in a way that had Colin forgetting words, for a
moment. In that perfect sort of practiced way that had to come with simply
being Dick Grayson.
Colin gasped, when Dick’s tongue traced his lower lip, before Dick pulled back,
looking a little shocked.
“Sorry,” he whispered, “I...got lost in it a bit.” He offered a sheepish smile.
“You’re easy to kiss.”
If that didn’t have Colin’s heart fluttering, he wasn’t sure what ever would.
“Really?” Dick nodded.
“Yeah. But, look...we don’t have to,” he paused, and god, was he nervous? Was
that what Colin was seeing, in the dark, in those eyes that were pretty even
without color? “You can just come back down here and we can get some sleep.”
Colin thought about it, and knew it might have been the smart move, maybe-
But he was closing the gap, kissing Dick again. Kissing Dick with Damian’s
voice inside his head, telling him it was okay, calling him beloved and
breathing life into him, silencing the doubt and the insecurities.
Dick kissed back without hesitation, wrapped his arms tightly around Colin and
held him close. His tongue was sliding into Colin’s mouth after only a moment,
pressing along the redhead’s until Colin trembled once, whined, his hand
falling back to Dick’s body, flat against his abs, sliding over the contours of
muscle. Dick moaned, as it slid lower, as Colin’s finger tips, brushed the
waistband of his sweatpants, barely inching beneath.
“You don’t have to,” Dick whispered, into Colin’s mouth, “I can just kiss you
all night.”
Colin hesitated, before he let his mouth curve into a smile. “I want to,” he
whispered, and there wasn’t a voice of doubt, wasn’t a hint of hesitation.
Once he started, it was easy fr Colin to keep going- if he understood anything,
it was sex. Relationships might have been a mystery, but the physical aspect
was something he knew, had learned young enough that it should have- was- a
sin.
His hand slid entirely into Dick’s sweatpants, and Dick tipped his head back as
Colin’s palm ran over his cock. He was half hard, and god he wasn’t wearing
underwear. Colin shivered, rubbed along him, felt Dick’s cock twitching,
responding, as he leaned down, mouthed at Dick’s neck.
It’s how he would survive the night, he was realizing, as Dick pushed his hips
up- as Colin’s own cock ached beneath his clothing. He’d survive it the only
way he knew how, clinging to what he’d learned, what he'd been taught over the
years in dark corners where hands shouldn’t roam, in rooms with locks that
didn’t work, with the threat of exposure hanging over the tips of his
eyelashes-
He’d bury the fear for another day. For the light.
Because at night, he knew how to survive.
Dick moaned, as Colin finally took him in hand, stroked up along his shaft,
squeezing at the head of his cock. Awkwardly, the teen reached down with his
other hand, precariously keeping himself from toppling onto Dick’s chest as he
tugged at his sweatpants, trying to get the waistband lower. Dick laughed
around a moan, reached down and did it himself- lifting his hips and rolling
them softly as his cock was freed, in a way that was enticing, in a way that
Colin knew.
He moaned, low and sweet, stroking Dick slowly, watching him tip his head back,
arch gently off the bed. Watched his mouth fall open. Watched him, for a
moment, seem to leave himself.
Before he was sitting up, reaching for Colin, grabbing him by the back of his
neck. He kissed him, hard with teeth and tongue and a power that had Colin
melting, had him wanting Dick to press him into the bed, to open him wide and
fill him with nothing but his voice, his body, his utter being-
So there was no room for anything else that night.
Dick’s other hand was sliding into Colin’s clothing, past his sweatpants and
underwear, grasping him and stroking. Colin pushed towards him, gasping into
Dick’s mouth, before Dick was moving them- shoving Colin over and down, so he
fell onto his back. Colin gasped, staring up at the ceiling for a moment,
before there was a wet heat, around the head of his cock, and he groaned. He
reached down, sank both hands into Dick’s hair as he sucked, as he eased half
way down his shaft, his hands braced on either side of Colin’s hips.
“Fuck, Dick.” He tried not to push up, but when Dick hummed with approval he
couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t keep from raising his hips, driving over Dick’s
tongue. Dick didn’t even seem to notice- swallowed around him and took him
completely in, until his nose was pressed to the ginger curls at the juncture
of Colin’s thighs. Colin gasped loudly, quivering, felt his cock twitching
against Dick’s tongue, and god he didn’t want to come yet.
Dick pulled off him, left his cock wet, stared up with dark eyes and shining
lips. “What do you want?” he whispered, and Colin simply stared.
Didn’t know how to tell Dick he wanted to have him hollow him out, fill in the
empty space with himself.
“I’ll give you anything,” Dick whispered, breathy, and Colin swore he saw his
lip quiver. Colin swallowed thickly, licked his lips-
“Fuck me,” he whispered, “Fuck me until I’m just you.”
Dick stared at him for a moment, before he was crawling up him- kissing him
again. Colin pressed back, sucked on Dick’s lip- didn’t want him to move, to
leave as he pulled away, moving to the other side of the bed, fumbling around
in his nightstand. When he came back, he dropped the bottle he’d grabbed and
shoved Colin’s shirt up, leaning down to kiss at the center of his collar bone.
“You don’t have to go slow,” Colin whispered, “I can take it.”
Dick glanced up at him. “I want to,” he whispered, kissing slightly lower,
working down the center of his chest. He veered off, dragged his lips over one
nipple, listened to Colin’s shaky breath as he laved his tongue over it, before
moving in gentle circles, feeling it harden. He sucked it between his lips for
a moment, before moving to the other- repeating the same torture that had Colin
arching his back this time, quivering. Dick smiled. “You’re so pretty,” he
whispered, moving to kiss the hallow of his ribs, brushing his nose against a
patch of freckles. “Fuck Colin, how-“
Dick broke off, swallowed, dared to glance up, to find Colin’s green eyes, wide
and staring and waiting.
“How’d I get so lucky?”
Colin trembled again, a broken sort of gasp escaping him, and Dick kissed
lower, down his belly, avoiding his cock to tease skin that had Colin
whimpering, overly sensitive in places that so few knew- and Dick smiled
against him. He gripped at Colin’s clothing, tugging it down his legs- took a
moment to help him strip of it, to watch Colin peel his bunched up tshirt over
his head and toss it away, before leaning back down, kissing his lower belly
one more time before moving to mouth at the underside of his cock. Opened
mouthed, lazy kisses left Colin gasping, arching- as Dick fumbled for the
bottle of lube, managed to get it open.
Colin barely noticed. He felt beside himself with desire, wanted Dick inside
him and yet wanted to simply come so badly that very moment. Didn’t notice
until he felt Dick’s slick fingers pressing along his hole, massaging gently.
Colin spread his thighs wider- a reflex, a learned reaction- and one slid
inside him as Dick’s tongue trailed up his entire length. Colin moaned, head
tipped back, eyes falling shut- riding the subtle joy of Dick slowly opening
him, that single finger moving in and out of his body with ease, as he
continued to tease his cock with soft touches of his mouth.
When the second finger eased in, Dick managed to suck the head of Colin’s cock
back into his mouth. He whined, and swore he felt Dick smiling around him, as
those fingers curled-
And his body jolted, pushing up off the bed. He slid over Dick’s tongue, and
Dick fucked into his body fasted, adding a third finger when Colin started
trembling, until Colin was tossing his head, pleading with broken words, simply
Dick and please and need you.
Dick smiled, pulled off his cock to kiss his hip. When he pulled from his body,
pulled completely from Colin, the redhead pushed himself up, watched him
squirming out of his sweatpants, shucking them off the bed, before getting to
his knees. He dared to stare- because Dick Grayson was gorgeous, and he was
naked, and he was five seconds from fucking Colin-
And this was a dream, it had to be.
It was how he felt, when he was with Damian. That rush of heat, the coiling
tension in his belly- a need so strong he could barely breathe. Had never felt
this way with anyone else, ever. Had never wanted, like he did with these two-
And he realized he did want Dick, as badly as he craved Damian.
“You’re sure?” Dick asked, pouring lube over his cock. Colin nodded, torn
between wanting to have his mouth around it- but wanting more to have Dick
inside him, filling him. Dick smiled, charming and seductive and too goddamn
perfect, before he shifted between Colin’s thighs, raising them gently. Colin
let himself fall back, felt the head of Dick’s cock pressing against his hole,
pressing until it was easing into him- heard Dick’s groan, over his own sigh.
“Colin, Colin, baby-“
“D-ick-“
“You’re so tight.” Dick finished his thrust, pausing simply to breathe, to look
down at Colin, find his gaze and hold it. “Tell me you’re-“
“Okay?” Colin laughed, the sound nearly broken, “better.” Dick smiled, leaning
over him, and Colin pushed himself up, met him for a kiss, tangled a hand in
Dick’s dark hair. Dick shifted, drove the breathe out of Colin, as he eased him
back down, until Dick was resting on him gently, still unmoving.
“Wanna kiss you,” he whispered, between kisses, “the whole time.” Colin
shivered, wrapped his arms up around Dick’s neck. Dick moved his hips, slowly,
a half thrust that had Colin’s nerves humming, had him aching to be driven
open- but there was a sweetness here, a tenderness he needed, if he was honest-
Needed more than anything else.
Dick’s arms rested in the pillows, framing Colin’s head as they kissed, as the
wet sounds of their mouths filled the room- impossible loud and so perfect they
were both shaking. Dick’s thrust stayed slow, until he finally pulled off
Colin’s mouth, moved to nuzzle into his neck, felt his blunt nails digging into
his back, over scars.
“Dick,” he whined, “hell, please-“
“Let me,” he breathed, inhaling Colin’s scent, skin and soap and warmth, “go
slow with you, pretty boy.” Colin shuddered. “You deserve it.”
Colin licked his lips- didn’t argue, couldn’t argue, as his legs wrapped up
around Dick, as they moved slowly in a way that had his core burning, his cock
trapped between them, rubbing along Dick’s abs as he moved. Dick was kissing
his neck, nipping at his earlobe, and as Colin managed to get past hearing
nothing but his own breathy pants, and the sound of his own pulse, speaking-
“So pretty,” Dick was whispering, “so perfect.” Another thrust, a bit harder,
the kind that had Colin’s breath rushing out. “Colin, Colin-“ Dick choked,
pressed his forehead into the pillows, gasping as Colin felt him shake- knew he
was close, from the way he was gasping.
“My Colin.”
Colin shuddered, a broken sob escaping him- felt like his insides were cracking
open, like he did every time Damian stared at him with eyes that brimmed with
adoration. Felt like he did when Damian was soft with him-
This wasn’t sex, this wasn’t what Colin knew. This was love, and it was
terrifying, and it was happening.
“Dick,” he breathed, wanted to say his name, over and over again. He turned his
head, and Dick kissed him, kissed his mouth and his cheeks and the corners of
his eyes- and god, when had they become wet? And when he came back to his
mouth, his lips were salty, but Colin licked it away, accepted the kiss as he
rocked his hips up, the two moving in a slow rhythm taht was driving them up,
up to a high that was startling-
When Colin reached it, he dug his nails into Dick’s back, held on as he came,
as Dick kissed him through it, swallowed every sound he offered, until he was
pressing his forehead to Colin’s, groaning out his own orgasm, hips stuttering
forward and then stilling. His breaths were hot on Colin’s wet mouth, Colin’s
ghosting up over his own- and neither moved, neither dared to untangle, simply
looked, stared at each other-
Until Colin leaned up, kissed Dick softly. And in that moment, that brief space
of time where the night stopped, the light didn’t exist- and it was a new world
for Colin- he believed in Dick’s forever. Believed it with everything he was-
Because he had to. He had a taste, and he’d never get out alive. Never be able
to move on, knowing he had once had this, only to think he would wake up for
the rest of his life without it.
*
Colin didn’t sleep, once they untangled. He lay on his belly as Dick peppered
kisses along his shoulders, the curve of his spine. As Dick rested next to him,
an arm draped over his waist. He didn’t dare move until Dick’s breathing was
even, calm- and even then he waited, didn’t want to disturb him.
When he finally dared, Colin slipped out from under Dick’s arm, carefully
standing. He found his underwear and tshirt, slipped into them- ignored his
sweatpants, and walked out of the bedroom, out towards the living room. He
padded towards the window, pulling back the curtain to glance down at Bludhaven
below- his new city. His new home.
But with Damian still in Gotham, he couldn’t bare to stop thinking of Gotham as
home. Could he have two?
He reached out, touched his fingertips to the window. Wondered what was out
there, in the streets below. Wondered what Dick saw, most nights. He knew he
split his time, between this city and Gotham- wondered if that was what he’d be
doing, with his heart.
He turned away, let the curtain fall shut, crossing the living room, stopping
at the only room in Dick’s apartment he’d never been within. The door was
locked, a keypad and scanner situated next to it. He knew what was inside it,
sure. He’d simply never seen it.
Nightwing. The second Batman. Everything Dick Grayson was, when he wasn’t Dick
Grayson. His own tiny sliver of a cave- is a room that Colin was sure wasn’t
bigger than a small bedroom could be considered a version of the cave. But it
was better than nothing- even though Colin knew, from spending enough time with
the family, that Dick was guilty of simply leaving his suit on the floor of his
apartment, tossing weapons on the kitchen table for a day or two.
Somehow, that made him smile.
He wanted to press his hand to the door, but didn’t dare reach out. Instead he
let his fingers flex, at his sides, swallowed down his breaths and wondered, if
maybe there was a place in that world for him-
He didn't want to stop. He wanted to help.
He heard the bed creak, heard the sound of Dick pulling himself from it,
hunting for his sweatpants. Heard the sounds of him padding in his bare feet
across the floors, and finally glanced over, as he closed the space between
them.
“You okay?” Colin nodded.
“Couldn’t sleep.” Dick gave him a tiny smile that said he understood, as he
slipped his arms around his waist, pressed against his back and kissed his
hair.
“You wanna go in there?” Colin tipped his head back, looking up at him.
“Figured that wasn’t allowed.”
Dick snorted. “Baby, you spend time in the cave. If Bruce lets you in there,
you can go in my closet. Besides,” Dick paused, inhaled, “I was going to ask
you to let me set you up in the scanner, so you could get in whenever you
needed to.”
“Needed to?” Dick untangled from him, flipping the top panel of the key pad up
and entering a code. It flashed, and he entered another.
“Yeah. You know, when you get used to this place, get into the swing of
things.” Dick glanced over at him, before he leaned down, let the scanner scan
his eye. A moment later and the door was unlocking, and Dick was pushing it
open. He stepped inside, flipped on a light, and Colin slid inside as well, as
the door slipped shut.
He had been right about the size. It was small, walls covered in racks of
various equipment, pieces of Dick’s suit. One wall was dedicated to a large
monitor hung up on the wall, a desk below with two smaller, all the screens
idling.
“Direct line into the cave’s network,” Dick offered, “hence the security.
Otherwise honestly I’d just use a closet.” He shrugged a shoulder, and that had
Colin laughing.
“You’re terrible.”
“So I’ve been told.” He tugged at Colin’s wrist, pulling him towards the desk.
Dick leaned back against it, let Colin fall against him, box him in. “But I
mean it. If you’re going to live here, I want you to have access to everything.
I know you, Colin. I’ve watched you grow up over the years, with Damian. You’re
like him, like me- like us.” Dick found his hands, squeezed them. “You’re a
part of this family. And trust me- the family always needs its members.”
Colin opened his mouth, closed it again. The words died in his chest, never
even made it to his throat- all he managed was a quiet thank you, as Dick
leaned in, kissed his forehead.
“It’ll take a little time,” Dick whispered, “I know. Everything does. But we’ll
work it out- like we’re working everything out.” Colin smiled at that, leaned
up and stole a kiss, before Dick leaned back completely. Dick chuckled. “But
how about for now we get back in bed? If you can’t sleep I’d rather snuggle
than sit up and talk about this on my night off.”
That had Colin laughing, letting Dick slide from between he and the desk. It
wasn’t a suggestion he was going to argue.
*
The following afternoon had Colin much more relaxed, existing in Dick’s kitchen
as Dick took inventory- and admitted he was very good at forgetting to go
shopping. Colin was leaning against the kitchen table when he heard a key in
the apartment door lock, before it was giving, opening-
He was out of the kitchen before Dick could even react. Found Damian shutting
the door, hanging the helmet to his bike up on a hook next to Dick’s coat.
Damian grinned when he saw him, snagged him by his wrist and pulled him in,
turning them so he could pin Colin against the door and press a far-less-than-
chaste kiss against his mouth.
Colin surged into it, made a little sound as Damian’s hands pinned both his
wrists to the door- it was possessive and perfect, had Colin pushing his hips
out without thinking-
With Damian, he was all reactions and no thoughts, never giving doubt a chance.
But after the previous night, he was beginning to think doubt may not even get
much of a chance around Dick, either.
“I missed you,” Damian whispered, into his mouth, pinching his lower lip
between his teeth. Colin moaned, a subtle sort of obscene, before Dick’s
chuckling behind them had Damian leaned back, both glancing over his shoulder.
“Don’t let me interrupt,” he said, holding his hands up. Damian rolled his
eyes, releasing Colin and walking over to him, leaning up on his toes and
grabbing him by the front of his shirt, pulling Dick down into an equally
hungry and possessive kiss.
That was Damian. Possessive and needing and hungry, the perfect drive to the
three.
“I missed you too, Grayson,” he admitted, and Dick’s smile softened.
“We both missed you, babybat.” Damian pulled back, as Colin walked over, took
his hand and laced their fingers together. “And you’re just in time to help us
figure out how to properly stock my kitchen.”
“Oh joy,” Damian said with a roll of his eyes, letting Colin tug him into the
kitchen. He tugged his backpack off, leaving it on the table. “Perhaps you
should simply ask Alfred to come over, Grayson. In a single day he could have
this entire mess sorted out.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Dick offered, “Are you hungry?”
“Perhaps.” Damian hoisted himself up onto the table, sitting there as he
surveyed the open cupboards. “Please tell me you both have eaten something
aside of cereal.”
“We have,” Colin offered, glancing nervously at Dick- neither adding that it
was left over pizza from the night prior.
Honestly, they’d gotten distracted, Dick working Colin into the security of his
room, so he had clearance. Colin moving his tiny little box in there. Dick
showing him his way around the computer- they’d only just recently come back
out into the world.
Damian hummed, as if he didn’t quite believe them. “If you say so.” He leaned
over against Colin idly. “You are not cooking though, Grayson. The only thing
worse than your attempts at cooking are Drake’s.”
“Gee, thanks darling,” he said, scowling at Damian playfully. The teen lifted
his chin, smiling, before he pulled his phone from his pocket.
“So, what sounds good?”
*
Colin stared, watched as Damian melted against Dick’s chest, mouth heavy and
hot as Dick’s tongue slid into it. As Dick’s hands roamed down his back, over
faded scars, to reach down, grab at his ass. Damian was blissfully naked- had
been the first one naked, and Colin thought he might see a trend in that. They
all were, now- having finally made it back to the bedroom-
And now Colin couldn’t stop staring as Damian seemed like he might crawl up
Dick’s body, clutching at his shoulders as Dick parted his ass, pulled away
from the kiss to lean down, bite at his shoulder and catch Colin’s eyes.
“See something you like pretty boy?” Colin groaned, crawling forward, pressing
his mouth to the small of Damian’s back. The youngest shuddered, as Colin’s
hands reached up, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of his back as
he kissed up the heavy scar along his spine. He felt Damian tremble, as he
worked his way up- Dick’s hands leaving his ass so Colin could press flush
against him, bite at the back of his neck.
Damian sighed, eyes falling half shut. “Marks,” he breathed, and Colin knew it
wasn’t a threat against them, but a plea for them. He smiled, closed his mouth
against Damian’s neck, sucking hard as Dick did the same, both pressing him
between them, causing him to tremble, to ache, as they bruised his skin.
Colin knew he wouldn’t hide them, either. That when he went home, the family
would talk. He knew everyone assumed he and Damian were a thing- even if they
hadn’t actually stated they were- but it was almost comical that they had no
idea the true nature of the entire relationship.
Funny, and terrifying- because Colin didn’t know what would happen when they
did find out.
He pushed the thoughts from his head, licked at the bruise he’s just left,
moving towards Dick’s side- stealing him for a kiss, right next to Damian’s
ear, so he could hear them.
“Which of you is fucking me?” Damian breathed, as the kiss broke. Colin and
Dick glanced at each other, and Dick grinned.
“I think Colin should,” Dick offered, “Seems only fair, considering how I
fucked him last night.” Colin flushed, and between them, Damian shuddered.
“Without me?” he whined, but playfully so. His smile was proof enough that he
was happy for it. Dick laughed, kissed Damian quickly. “You have to make it up
to me.”
“Oh? How?” Colin left the talking to Dick, had almost begrudgingly pulled away
to grab the lube, was in the process of slicking his fingers up, when Damian
answered,
“Let me suck you off while he does it.”
Colin groaned, louder than Dick even did, and Damian glanced back at him,
smiling.
“Do you like that idea?” Colin nodded, watched as Damian dropped down to his
hands and knees, spreading his thighs, raising his ass- and god Colin wondered
if he was a demon, some sort of pure in incarnate with the way he made his
blood hum in his veins. He moved forward on his knees, as Dick watched, and
slid a finger into Damian. He moaned, pushing back, staring up with his jade
eyes that Colin had memorized at Dick.
Colin watched, as Damian reached up with one hand, held Dick’s cock as he
kissed along it, dragged his lips and tongue in light, teasing strokes that had
Dick sighing. Colin added a second finger- impatient, if he was honest- hadn’t
been with Damian and Dick in a while, in too long- watched as Damian’s body
jostled forward with the thrust.
“Colin,” he breathed, “are you impatient, beloved?” Colin leaned over him,
curled his fingers and managed to just brush his prostate as he bit his
shoulder.
“You have no idea,” he breathed, glancing up at Dick. “I’ve missed the both fo
you.”
Dick smiled down at them, reached his hands down to brush back through both
boys’ hair. Damian turned, nuzzled his hand, and Colin kissed his fingertips,
before pulling back, refocusing on the fingers he was working into Damian.
“I’ve missed this as well,” Damian admitted- and Colin knew part of it was the
sex, yes- it was for all of them. But there was more there, more to it- knew
they had all missed the weird connection that sparked like hot static between
them, the ease they fell into, around each other.
Perhaps that’s why it had felt weird, at first, without Damian. Because really,
without a one of them, they were incomplete. And Colin knew it was important
that they function as various parts- and after the previous night with Dick, he
was thinking they could, they could so easily-
But this, the three of them- it was how it was supposed to be.
Colin added a third finger, as Damian finally sucked the head of Dick’s cock
into his mouth. Colin smiled over the way Dick’s eyelids fluttered- knew
exactly what Damian’s mouth felt like, the flutter of his tongue at the small
bundle of nerves, how it was so obscene and so perfect, like a broken prayer.
If he stopped to think about it, he might conclude his boyfriend had an oral
fixation- but that would be the last thing any of them would complain about.
“Dami, honey, are you ready?” Damian pulled off Dick’s cock as Colin spoke,
moaning low, a quiet yes, and Colin was pulling his fingers out as Damian
stuffed his mouth again, sliding half way down Dick’s cock, using only his
mouth now as both his hands gripped the sheets. Colin hesitated a moment, once
he had his cock slick, simply watching the way Damian’s body moved ever so
slightly, before he held the base of his cock with one hand, the other gripping
Damian’s hip, as he eased against him, into him, slowly. Damian choked for a
moment, a needy but pleased sound as Colin slowly breached him, until he was
fully inside him.
Colin moved to grip his hips with both his hand, shoulder slumping as he let
his head fall forward- didn’t move because Damian was so tight, so hot- he was
heaven and Colin wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve this, to deserve
experiencing this even once.
Damian pulled off Dick’s cock, licked at the head in a way that had Dick
growling as he watched, his pretty tongue darting out over his swollen lips as
he stared up.
“Colin, Colin.” Damian’s voice was almost broken, and he didn’t need to ask,
didn’t need words. Colin knew, listened by pulling his hips back, easing back
forward in gentle but deep thrusts that had Damian moaning, as Dick’s cock
bumped his mouth.
“You look so good little prince,” Dick whispered, and Colin groaned as Damian
shuddered around him. “Can you get your mouth on me again?” Damian surged
forward, had Dick half way in his mouth again, let Colin’s thrusts push him
forward, over his length, sliding off as Colin would pull back, out of his
body.
Colin gasped, felt Damian’s body clench around him, dared to let a hand slide
off his hip, down beneath him to grasp at his cock. Damian was so hard Colin’s
eyes rolled, and he squeezed, felt Damian shudder, heard his muffled moan-
watched as Dick’s eyes rolled.
“C’mon Dami,” he breathed, “I’m right there, babybat.” Damian made another
sound, tugging at the sheets as he swallowed Dick down deeper, as Colin fucked
him harder because he wanted Damian undone, wanted him to come so badly-
Dick was first, groaning low from his chest, filling Damian’s mouth. Damian
refused to pull off until Dick was going soft- but when he did his mouth fell
open in a loud cry, as Colin fucked him harder, squeezed his hip and stroked
him. Dick was panting, looking at Damian’s blown eyes, swollen mouth, smiling
to himself.
“Colin wants you to come,” he whispered, “Don’t you, pretty boy?”
“So- hnn,” Colin broke off, nearly losing himself as Damian’s hips rolled back
against his, “so badly.” Dick slumped down, settling on the bed and reaching
for Damian, holding his head up as he leaned down, kissed him, pushed his
tongue into his mouth and licked himself from his tongue. Damian shuddered, and
Colin pushed into him, hit every nerve at just the right angle, dragged his
fist up his cock at the perfect time- and Damian was undone, crying into Dick’s
mouth, clenching tightly around Colin as he came over his knuckles.
Colin didn’t try to resist. Damian’s orgasm hadn’t even ended when he was
tossing his head back, gasping as his hips jerked forward, then stilled.
When Dick released Damian’s mouth, Colin watched him being to slump, to catch
himself on his elbows. Dick steadied him, as Colin pulled out, falling back so
he was settled in the pillows.
He watched as Dick helped Damian up, turned him- and then Damian was pulling
away, crawling up Colin and settling right against his chest happily. Colin
wrapped his arms around him, kissed the top of his head, as Damian sighed, Dick
settling on his other side. Colin glanced at him, and when Dick smiled, he felt
his heart skipping a beat again. Dick leaned over, brushed his mouth against
Colin’s, keeping that same smile.
“Remember,” he whispered against his mouth- as Damian nuzzled his chest,
settled his warm cheek over the perfect beat of Colin’s heart, “because you
want it, Colin.”
This time, Colin smiled back- real and undeniable, as Dick slide an arm over
Damian, found Colin’s hand and laced their fingers together.
Maybe he could have a bit of hope, for once. Because in that moment, doubt was
a silent friend of the past- dead and gone, buried for the moment.
There was no room for such things in his chest, when he had the beats of Dick
and Damian’s hearts, the sounds of their breaths, to fill him, every crack and
hollow in his body- every space, until he was them, until he was the perfect
mesh, the three of them a single thought in his bones.
End Notes
     Everyone just love Colin and make sure he is okay.
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