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“What do you love about me?! What is there to love?!” Damian shouted, fists clenched as he glared at Dick from across the room, holding back tears.
Dick’s mind blanked at that question, what did he love about Damian? there were no words to explain what all he loved about him, it was a question he had hoped Damian would never ask him.
“I….”
“That’s what I thought, you don’t love anything about me, I’m just a toy.” The smaller male said coldly.
“I love your smile, all of them, the one that you wear when we’re on patrol, the one you get when we fight, the one you have when you’re with Goliath or Bat-cow. I love the smile you get when it’s just me and you, a soft smile that lights up the entire room and makes my heart ache and steals my breath.” Dick paused.
“I love your eyes and how they show all your emotions when you’re trying to hide them, how they sparkle when you’re excited and get darker when upset, how they can burn holes in me when you stare at me from across the room.” Damian had untensed slightly, staring at him.
“I love the dumb smirk you wear at parties, showing everyone you know they’re lesser than you, the one you have when we fight, though that one scares me a little, but it also turns me on. I love the smirk you get when sparring with Tim, how you go easy on him without letting him know.” He took a step closer to Damian.
“All trivial, looks are nothing.” He snapped.
“I love your hands and how you’ll express yourself using them, how when you’re embarrassed you’ll hit someone, when you’re happy they wiggle, when in pain curled around my wrist to ground yourself, when upset clenched so tightly they turn white.” A small smile slipped onto Dicks face.
“I love how you can be scary as hell and sweet all at once, how cuddly you are at three in the morning when we meet up at patrol, how you’ll sneak into my room when we return. I love the way you shyly ask for kisses, and the demanding way you give them when jealous, I love how you can be violent with some criminal and so gentle when fixing my injuries up.”
Damian had looked away, but Dick saw the tears sliding down his face and quickly crossed the room, gently pulling him into his arms.
“I love how you act so strong, and you are strong, so, so strong. I love how you reign me in when I lose control, I love how you wrap yourself in my blankets if I return later than you, or how you drag yourself out if I haven’t.”
Damian’s arms were wrapped around Dick, fingers digging into his shirt.
“I love how you take of my injuries, with shakey hands and soft whispers, telling me it’ll be okay. I love how you yell at me if they’re severe injuries, only to kiss me as hard as you can the next second, how you take my breath away every time you say you love me, how soft your breathing is when you sleep.”
Dick pressed his face into Damian’s hair, listening to the ragged breaths and soft noises as he was crying.
“I love how you always smell like oranges, blood, and metal. I love how you don’t let me forget to eat, how you always know if I’ve had a bad night, or a nightmare.”
Damian had stopped crying, leaning against him heavily.
“I love you, Damian Wayne, everything you are and will be, I love everything you have been, and I always will.”
He sniffled and looked up at Grayson, eyes tinged red. "Promise?"
Grayson kissed him quickly. "Promise."
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"Remember when everyone found out we were together?" Damian asked out of nowhere, curled into the taller man, face pressed into his neck, Grayson's arms wrapped around him loosely.
"Oh god, don't remind me. I almost died." He replied, chuckling softly as he adjusted himself so he could look down at Damian, who pressed himself closer. "Dad was going to kill you." He murmured, tracing one finger over a scar on Grayson's chest. "I wasn't worried about Bruce, Maya scared the hell out of me though." Damian blinked and pushed himself up, meeting Grayson's eyes. "You didn't look scared." Grayson smiled softly, running one hand up his boyfriends arm. "I was terrified, but if I had to fight her to be able to stay with you, I was willing."
Damian leaned down and kissed him softly, his hand curling against his chest as Grayson tugged him closer. They separated a few moments later, a small pink tint to Damian's face as he curled back into Grayson's side, happy to be able to be like this with him, without the fear of someone finding them out now.
"I love you, Grayson." He whispered, kissing a small scar on his neck.
"I love you too, baby bat." Grayson replied, kissing his head as he pulled him closer.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes.
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"You know my favorite thing about you, baby bat?"
A small strangled noise escaped Damian's throat as he turned to look at Grayson.
"We're on patrol Nightwing. Not right now."
"Too bad, I'm not stopping."
"Grays- Nightwing you're gon-"
Damian was cut off as Grayson kissed him, tugging him closer, not caring if anyone saw the two kissing on top of the building. Damian pressed himself as close to Grayson as he could, nipping at his lips when Grayson made no attempt to deepen the kiss. Grayson broke the kiss, leaning down the press soft kisses to Damian's jaw.
"My favorite thing about you is how you react to being called baby bat." He whispered in his ear before quickly moving away, jumping off the building to continue patrol, a knife whizzing past his head as he heard Damian jump off after him, calling him an asshole.