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Bruce walked into the kitchen where everyone was at, Alfred leaning against the counter watching them, Dick falling asleep in his cereal, Jason jumped out the window when he walked in, a large box of power bars and snack bars flung out after him. Stephanie and Barbara weren't present, probably still asleep in their room, Tim was gnawing on what vaguely resembled a breakfast burrito from some restaurant, and Damian was leaning against Dick, snoozing lightly.
It had been a long night last night, longer than patrols normally were, everyone was exhausted, including Bruce. He slapped the newspaper down on the table, making everyone jump slightly.
"What is this?" He asked, staring at Dick and Damian, pointing at the paper.
"A paper, did you get hit harder than we thought last night Father?" Damian sassed him, grabbing the paper while he spoke. He instantly paled as he read the header.
ROBIN AND NIGHTWING
Just partners fighting crime,
or something more?
Right below the title was a picture of him and Dick, kissing on the roof. Dick swore softly next to him, grabbing the paper and reading it. Bruce got a bowl of cereal while Grayson read it out loud.
"A couple nights ago, Robin and Nightwing, were spotted on a roof top kissing, the picture was sent to us by a source that will remain unnamed. Are the two truly just fighting crime together, or are they secretly dating? We've asked around, and have been told by multiple people that Nightwing is quite commonly around Robin. Does Batman know that his sidekicks are together? Does he care? Has Batman really been building up a..." He trailed off, mouth pressing into a tight line as he suddenly ripped the paper in half, then into quarters. Grayson stood up and threw it into the sink, turning the water on and using the garbage disposal to get rid of it.
"Bruce I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was around I-" He stopped when the older male held his hand up.
"It's... fine. I knew that people would find out sooner than later, I simply wished we had known they were running this sooner. I'll contact Clark later, he'll run a paper with exclusive interviews with the three of us."
"The three of us?" Damian asked, looking tired and barely hiding tears he was trying not to let fall. Tim and Alfred had slipped out when Grayson started reading.
"Yes. Me, you, and Nightwing. It's easier to clear up this up that way." He took his bowl and left.
"Grayson..." Damian whispered softly, looking like he was gonna fall over, despite sitting down. A pair of arms wrapped around him, a warm body pressing against his on the bench.
"I've got you." Grayson replied, kissing his head softly as Damian turned and leaned into him.
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Three days later, the three met up with Clark, in their disguises. They allowed people to see them before leaving, holding the interview on top of a building.
"So, Batman." A smile flickered across Clark's face as he spoke.
"Are you, in the previous reporters words, 'building a harem'?" A grin split across his lips, Damian choked slightly at those words.
"If I was building a harem, would I be allowing them to go out and fight crime, potentially injuring themselves and possibly dying? No, I am not." A well rehearsed answer, one Clark knew already, the four of them had a call to discuss it, showing themselves with Clark was merely a formality so people couldn't claim it was faked.
"Hm hm.. And you two, are you together?" Straight and to the point, they all knew Clark was tempted to tease them, but he would do that later, since he was staying the night.
"Yes. We've been together for half a year." Grayson replied, Damian's hand finding his, their fingers linking together.
"And how does Batman feel about your relationship?" He was scribbling on his pad of paper he brought with to take answers, he wouldn't need them, he knew the answers and would just type them up at the manor.
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Damian curled against Grayson on the couch, doors locked so nobody could enter the apartment. The fake-ish interview had went fine, then the four had split up, Clark going to the Manor, Batman doubling around before going back, and Damian and Grayson went to one of the many safe houses to be alone.
"You okay baby bird?" Grayson whispered, nuzzling his head, his smaller boyfriend in between his legs, laying on his side in a hoodie.
"Mhm....Tired....didn't really want people outside the family knowing about us yet..." Damian replied, tracing shapes on Grayson's chest.
"Just ignore anything anyone says from now on, they don't matter."
"Shocking advice from one Richard Grayson." He replied dryly, balling his hand in his boyfriends shirt. Since the newspaper had gone out, they had found a lot of things about "shipping" the two of them, apparently the name for them was Nightrob, which they both found amusing.
"What would our ship name be? Not Nightrob, for us." Damian asked abruptly, sitting up and moving so he was in Grayson's lap.
"What?" He sounded amused, opening one eye, blue eyes meeting blue eyes.
"Our ship name, since people are shipping us as Nightwing and Robin, what our ship name be? Maybe Damidick..."
"Why does your name get to go first? Why not Dickdami?" Grayson smiled at him as Damian considered it.
"Tt. I guess. It has a good ring to it." He grumbled, mad that he had found a better one. He squeaked when lips were suddenly pressed against his. Grayson laughed against his lips, causing Damian to pull back and punch his chest.
"Jerk."
"You love me and you know it." Grayson teased.
"I would sell you to Satan for one corn chip." He deadpanned, Grayson's laughter filling the room for a few minutes, making Damian blush and bury his face in Grayson's chest, fuck he loved Grayson's laugh so much, it truly made him feel better.
"I love you." He said, kissing Grayson when he finally stopped laughing.
"I love you too Damian." Grayson said when they parted. Damian curled in closer as Grayson dragged a blanket off the couch, draping it over them for a nap.