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“Here,” said Damian, shoving the bouquet into Colin’s hands brusquely.
Colin stared at it, bemused. “What’s this for?”
“It’s for you,” said Damian, scowling at the ground. Colin blinked at him.
“What am I supposed to do with it?”
“Tt! How should I know! Grayson said it was traditional when asking-” Damian stopped his words abruptly, a tint of red spreading over his cheeks.
“Are you blushing?” Colin asked, disbelieving. Then he took in the actual words. “Wait! Damian, are you…trying to ask me out?”
“Yes,” Damian snapped, scowling as Colin grinned at him. It looked like Damian didn’t regret the kissing they’d done last week. “It isn’t that amusing, just give me your answer so that-”
“Sure,” Colin interrupted him.
“What?”
“Sure, I’ll go out with you,” Colin said, idly picking at one of the petals in the bouquet. “What do you want to do?”
“Oh.” Damian blinked at him. “I hadn’t gotten that far,” he admitted.
“Well, we can decide after patrol. I guess I should put these somewhere,” Colin said, waving the flowers. Then something else occurred to him.
“Wait, did you ask your brother for advice on asking me out?” Colin looked around with dread for a dark silhouette, or a leaping shadow, or both.
“I simply asked him how it’s done in general. He doesn’t know I wanted to ask you,” Damian assured him. Colin didn’t find it that assuring. Dick was Batman half the time, and Nightwing the other half, but he was nosy all of the time.
“If you say so,” he said doubtfully.
“Tt. I do, and you should listen to me, because I am your boyfriend now.” Damian sounded slightly uncertain as he said it, which Colin thought was very cute.
“If you’re my boyfriend, you should give me a kiss,” he said, challenging Damian with a raised eyebrow.
“Tt,” Damian said softly, and leaned in to press his lips to Colin’s. They both froze as they heard the click of a camera shutter.
“Grayson!” Damian shouted, tearing himself away from Colin. “That had better not be-”
They heard the unmistakable noise of a grapple gun, and looked up in time to see Red Robin wave at them as he swung away, camera in hand.
“No,” Damian breathed in horror. He had no chance of catching up, in civilian clothing as he was. “If he shows Grayson then-”
Colin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.