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Title: First Friend
Author: Tyrror
Pairing: Damian Wayne/Colin Wilkes
Rating: PG
Universe: First!Verse 
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Grayson was cooing.

This was not unusual, much to Damian’s displeasure, however at this particular moment he was making such wretched sounds not simply within the younger boy’s earshot but also because of him.

Damian frowned.

“Alfred, did you hear that? Damian has a friend!”

He glared at the man’s head while he turned to face his older compatriot momentarily. The image in his mind involved a rather large amount of fire.

“I believe I heard you the first three times, Master Richard.”

Grayson beamed at him...again.

“So...” his voice fluctuated annoyingly from pitch to pitch in a manner that Damian was rather certain should have told him something, asked him something in a single word judging from the look on Dick’s face, but what kind of nonsense Grayson was attempting to imply bypassed him. There was a long silence, far longer than it should have taken, in which Grayson rocked back and forth on his heels and grinned like an idiot waiting for the answer to a question he had never asked.

“What?” Damian finally snapped, he could feel one of the muscles in his neck twitch as the older man bent forward and he craned his neck back to keep eye contact.

“When do we get to meet him?”

The boy’s face flattened for a moment, the constant tightness normally held in his brow lost as he considered the idea of bringing Colin to the manor for the first time. The thought was brief. He had more important matters to attend to at this moment.

“Considering the manner of your reaction,” Grayson bobbed on his heels again. Somehow he managed to increase the size of his grin and Damian was rather certain the man’s head may separate into two halves if he continued. “Once you are dead.”

He turned curtly on one heel, the carpet beneath him bunching with the force of it before striding off at a fast pace into the labyrinth that is the manor.

“Damian!” The word followed him. It was a mixture of hurt and confused that made his lips quirk in amusement. “Why would you say something like that?”
 

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