When you show up, you need to hold my head close to your chest, then use a hand to press to my ear that isn't pressed to your chest. Your opposing arm should be wrapped around my midsection to prevent any sudden jerks.
As long as you are not going fast enough to knock the wind out of me and avoid colliding with anything I'll be fine.
( it is a high compliment from damian, and one that was intentionally voiced. it's highly likely that jon doesn't need to hear it, that he knows, but. he's being a little extra sentimental, perhaps.
gross.
when jon comes to look for him, he'll find damian walking not too far from the manor with titus beside him, leash dragging on the road because he follows well enough without it being held. he isn't wearing his robin gear, but rather a hoodie, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. there's a backpack on his back, which has his robin gear just in case, but - that's for emergency situations only. )
( he changes himself out of his pjs and into his superboy uniform before he makes his way out — makes sure to let his dad know that damian will be coming over — and doesn't take all that long to find the other boy what with knowing what his heartbeat sounds like.
so he's coming in a little quick — notes how titus' leash isn't held by damian — and when he's sure he's got it, he propels himself forward a little faster, right into the other boy. it's quick and it's fluid and he has damian within his arms and in the sky in a matter of seconds, leaving titus there behind on the ground. he cradles his friend's head there — keeps him close and an ear covered as he quickly turns them around and makes his way back to the apartments. he's not going as fast as he can — not as fast as his dad is capable of, but he's not exactly gently soaring through the air either.
the trip back to the apartments is over in a matter of a seconds — under twenty, he thinks — and he's gently setting damian down on the balcony there, red sneakers tapping down beside him as he looks him over curiously. )
( he's expecting jon, which helps a little with damian's timing. there's a shift in the wind, something coming straight for him and he knows it's jon, so he - goes limp, just as he had dozens of times before when he's fallen or been picked up by someone with inhuman strength to get thrown around. it's not instinct, but a well-ingrained habit - and it works out well for him here, too, because jon holds on tight, but even if he had accidentally jerked damian around a little during their very brief flight, damian's loose, the damage would be minimal.
and when he stops, moving to put damian down on the balcony, damian shakes his head out some. pulls in a breath, given he'd been holding his since they started their trip. )
Yes. See? I told you.
( that jon wouldn't hurt him. that he could manage to get damian from point a to b with minimal effort. he does raise a hand, shoving fingers through wind-swept hair. )
( to which he waves him off and lifts himself back in the air. )
I'm going to get Titus, ok? You can just put your stuff in my room if you want. Dad's out getting things to make pizza and yeah, I told him you're a vegetarian.
( he looks cool. serious. intense. definitely not "cute". cute is for babies. damian's nose scrunches up, but he - doesn't offer any other snide commentary, just waves jon off in the direction they'd come from. )
Careful with him. Titus is bigger than I am.
( but he is taking the backpack off of his back and holding it in hand while letting himself into the apartment and going off to jon's room. )
but he takes off after the instruction of care is made in regards to titus and geez of course he's going to be careful?? as if he wouldn't be with any person or any creature. titus is bigger than his friend, but it's nothing he can't handle and he'll just... go a little slower with the dog than he had with damian. seems like a good idea, especially remembering their journey with the kittens.
so he zips his way back to where he'd found damian — grabs titus in a way that ensures his safety in all manners, and heads back to the apartments with a smile down to the dog. )
Heh. You ever flown like this before, Titus?
( not that he really expects an answer, but! they arrive back to the apartments and he's careful in the way he sets the dog down. a pat to his head, he makes his way inside, making sure to close the balcony door after they do. letting titus do the sniffing around thing, he makes his way for his room in search of damian, but. stops to grab a couple sheets from the linen closet and an extra pillow on the way. )
We're back. ( said as he's peering over the tower of sheets and pillow. ) If you need some pjs I have extra.
( he wouldn't have left the dog behind if he didn't trust jon to take care of titus. it's why he can turn his back so easily on the balcony, why he can walk into the apartment and veer right off into jon's room to drop his bag and make himself comfortable without looking back. jon wouldn't hurt a dog, and he knows how to manipulate his shorter stature to be more careful with things larger than him.
jon's room is - it isn't the first time damian's seen it, even if he doesn't frequent it. he watches over everyone quietly, keeps an eye on their comings and goings, monitors their well being even when they aren't paying attention. but the room feels much like he would expect from someone jon's age, in a way his own room certainly doesn't.
from his backpack, he pulls out a gaming console and a music player, settling with his back against the wall close to the bed frame but not anywhere close to getting on it. he's comfortable here, up until titus makes his way into the room, too, and damian smiles soft as his hands reach up for the massive beast of a dog and scritches just behind his ears. and when jon reappears, his head tips up to look to the boy and his pile of bedding, smile twisting back into it's usual small frown. )
I brought my own.
( so he wouldn't be swimming in borrowed clothes, which he absolutely would if they were jon's. why is he so giant. )
( well! he sets the sheets and pillow down on the end of his bed, fluffing the pillow a little just to make sure it's nice and good for his friend. unzipping his hoodie, he's left in his white t-shirt, hoodie placed on the back of a chair before he comes over and sits down near damian there. smile on his lips, he reaches up with both hands and takes titus' face into his hands, giving him a good few scruffs and pets. )
So what's up? Dad should be back soon with pizza stuff. Krypto's probably with him or something.
( it's good to know that titus has friends here, even if damian were to disappear. he doesn't plan on it any time soon, but even before he had gone back home and lived through bruce gifting him the beast, he'd grown - attached to him. titus, alfred the cat, batcow - all new individuals he hadn't known when he had first met them here, then went home and remembered meeting them all. it's complicated, the relationship he has with all of them - just like his relationship with jon is complex.
it's something to think about. regardless, he knows that were anything to happen to him, his animals are all in good hands. it's relieving. )
Does something need to be "up" for me to come over? ( damian supposes it does - he wouldn't usually offer to come over like this. but things are different now, aren't they. ) I thought you would be happy to have me stay over.
dropping his hands away from titus, he leans back on them instead and stretches his legs out, cocking his head to the side as he looks over to the other boy. )
But you know. You're not the only junior detective around here. I know why you're here. ( to which he smiles real smug... in a very jon way of course. ) You missed me.
his expression sours, leaning forward to gently shove against jon but there's no real intent behind it. he's being damian, the shove is more for the express purpose of shoving rather than harming. )
I know where you are at all times, how could I miss you? ( stalking solves most problems like that, doesn't it. ) My father is alright on his own for now. I thought you might enjoy the presence of someone who isn't your parents.
Admit it! You like hanging out with me! We’re like two peas in a pod. Two super son peas in a pod!
( spinning around on his heel on the one leg, he stretches his arms out as he does so and chuckles a little before he’s right back around and facing damian. heh! he knew it. totally what it is. case cracked and closed. )
Whattaya wanna do first? We got the whoooole night ahead of us. ( a beat, scratching at his cheek. ) Well… until my mom or dad say it’s time for lights out but otherwise!
( the attitude isn't helping any. jon looks pleased, too pleased, and damian - couldn't place why it irritates him so much, but it does. it shouldn't, and he recognizes that just as quickly as he recognizes the irritation. is it the sheer unadulterated joy? the happiness at experiencing friendship? at thinking someone would like to spend time around him? it's not that those things are necessarily bad either, they are just - bad for damian specifically, maybe.
but he does recognize that. it's why, while his expression turns a little more bitter and irritated because he can't control his face, he doesn't voice it. )
I don't do bedtimes. ( but he does reach for his pile of things, pulling out his switch. ) Do you want to play Animal Crossing?
( plopping himself down there next to his friend, he loosely crosses his legs and leans forward some to hold onto his ankles, smiling to damian there as he makes a suggestion for them. )
Actually, maybe now's a good time to tell you that I made something for you.
( it's not a response he anticipated but he does look a little interest in whatever it is that jon has to. . . share. jon leans forward a little, and damian does, too, leaning closer to jon. )
( with damian’s curiosity getting the better of him, jon hops himself up and practically beams. )
Hold on. Let me get it.
( hurrying to his desk, he pulls open the drawer and grabs the thing in question he has for damian, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. making his way back, he plops down in front of the other boy again and holds his hand out, a beaded bracelet made in the colours of black, red, green, and a touch of yellow sitting there in his palm. )
I made it for you. ( a beat, he scratches his cheek. ) I wasn’t sure if I should put an R on it or not. But if you want me to, I can add it. Or maybe a D. Or no letter at all.
( ah yes, a friendship bracelet. damian has heard of these, even if he has yet to wear or make one himself for obvious reasons he doesn't feel the need to cover because what is the point. he understands the need to dress the part for certain things, but this isn't even close to that and so.
while he may look a little perplexed by the gift itself, damian does extend a hand out toward it and curls a finger in under the beads to pick it up off of jon's palm. is this where he admits that the robin costume is gaudy and all dick grayson's fault? no. because why bother stating the obvious? )
I think the lack of a letter is suitable. ( while he slides the bracelet onto his wrist without complaint, because it's a friendship thing and he's figuring out that a lot of having friends, being friends with someone, requires understanding what's important to the person he is friends with. and jon is - a kent through and through. he put time and effort into putting the beads onto a string, on choosing the beads and their pattern - it's handmade, personal. his time holds value to jon, and therefore it holds value to damian, too. )
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As long as you are not going fast enough to knock the wind out of me and avoid colliding with anything I'll be fine.
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i’ll be there soon. 👍🏻
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gross.
when jon comes to look for him, he'll find damian walking not too far from the manor with titus beside him, leash dragging on the road because he follows well enough without it being held. he isn't wearing his robin gear, but rather a hoodie, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. there's a backpack on his back, which has his robin gear just in case, but - that's for emergency situations only. )
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so he's coming in a little quick — notes how titus' leash isn't held by damian — and when he's sure he's got it, he propels himself forward a little faster, right into the other boy. it's quick and it's fluid and he has damian within his arms and in the sky in a matter of seconds, leaving titus there behind on the ground. he cradles his friend's head there — keeps him close and an ear covered as he quickly turns them around and makes his way back to the apartments. he's not going as fast as he can — not as fast as his dad is capable of, but he's not exactly gently soaring through the air either.
the trip back to the apartments is over in a matter of a seconds — under twenty, he thinks — and he's gently setting damian down on the balcony there, red sneakers tapping down beside him as he looks him over curiously. )
You good?
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and when he stops, moving to put damian down on the balcony, damian shakes his head out some. pulls in a breath, given he'd been holding his since they started their trip. )
Yes. See? I told you.
( that jon wouldn't hurt him. that he could manage to get damian from point a to b with minimal effort. he does raise a hand, shoving fingers through wind-swept hair. )
You did mess up my hair but that's fixable.
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Don't worry. You still look cute.
( to which he waves him off and lifts himself back in the air. )
I'm going to get Titus, ok? You can just put your stuff in my room if you want. Dad's out getting things to make pizza and yeah, I told him you're a vegetarian.
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( he looks cool. serious. intense. definitely not "cute". cute is for babies. damian's nose scrunches up, but he - doesn't offer any other snide commentary, just waves jon off in the direction they'd come from. )
Careful with him. Titus is bigger than I am.
( but he is taking the backpack off of his back and holding it in hand while letting himself into the apartment and going off to jon's room. )
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but he takes off after the instruction of care is made in regards to titus and geez of course he's going to be careful?? as if he wouldn't be with any person or any creature. titus is bigger than his friend, but it's nothing he can't handle and he'll just... go a little slower with the dog than he had with damian. seems like a good idea, especially remembering their journey with the kittens.
so he zips his way back to where he'd found damian — grabs titus in a way that ensures his safety in all manners, and heads back to the apartments with a smile down to the dog. )
Heh. You ever flown like this before, Titus?
( not that he really expects an answer, but! they arrive back to the apartments and he's careful in the way he sets the dog down. a pat to his head, he makes his way inside, making sure to close the balcony door after they do. letting titus do the sniffing around thing, he makes his way for his room in search of damian, but. stops to grab a couple sheets from the linen closet and an extra pillow on the way. )
We're back. ( said as he's peering over the tower of sheets and pillow. ) If you need some pjs I have extra.
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jon's room is - it isn't the first time damian's seen it, even if he doesn't frequent it. he watches over everyone quietly, keeps an eye on their comings and goings, monitors their well being even when they aren't paying attention. but the room feels much like he would expect from someone jon's age, in a way his own room certainly doesn't.
from his backpack, he pulls out a gaming console and a music player, settling with his back against the wall close to the bed frame but not anywhere close to getting on it. he's comfortable here, up until titus makes his way into the room, too, and damian smiles soft as his hands reach up for the massive beast of a dog and scritches just behind his ears. and when jon reappears, his head tips up to look to the boy and his pile of bedding, smile twisting back into it's usual small frown. )
I brought my own.
( so he wouldn't be swimming in borrowed clothes, which he absolutely would if they were jon's. why is he so giant. )
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So what's up? Dad should be back soon with pizza stuff. Krypto's probably with him or something.
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it's something to think about. regardless, he knows that were anything to happen to him, his animals are all in good hands. it's relieving. )
Does something need to be "up" for me to come over? ( damian supposes it does - he wouldn't usually offer to come over like this. but things are different now, aren't they. ) I thought you would be happy to have me stay over.
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( deadpanned. he knows you damian.
dropping his hands away from titus, he leans back on them instead and stretches his legs out, cocking his head to the side as he looks over to the other boy. )
But you know. You're not the only junior detective around here. I know why you're here. ( to which he smiles real smug... in a very jon way of course. ) You missed me.
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his expression sours, leaning forward to gently shove against jon but there's no real intent behind it. he's being damian, the shove is more for the express purpose of shoving rather than harming. )
I know where you are at all times, how could I miss you? ( stalking solves most problems like that, doesn't it. ) My father is alright on his own for now. I thought you might enjoy the presence of someone who isn't your parents.
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Admit it! You like hanging out with me! We’re like two peas in a pod. Two super son peas in a pod!
( spinning around on his heel on the one leg, he stretches his arms out as he does so and chuckles a little before he’s right back around and facing damian. heh! he knew it. totally what it is. case cracked and closed. )
Whattaya wanna do first? We got the whoooole night ahead of us. ( a beat, scratching at his cheek. ) Well… until my mom or dad say it’s time for lights out but otherwise!
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but he does recognize that. it's why, while his expression turns a little more bitter and irritated because he can't control his face, he doesn't voice it. )
I don't do bedtimes. ( but he does reach for his pile of things, pulling out his switch. ) Do you want to play Animal Crossing?
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Actually, maybe now's a good time to tell you that I made something for you.
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What is it?
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Hold on. Let me get it.
( hurrying to his desk, he pulls open the drawer and grabs the thing in question he has for damian, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. making his way back, he plops down in front of the other boy again and holds his hand out, a beaded bracelet made in the colours of black, red, green, and a touch of yellow sitting there in his palm. )
I made it for you. ( a beat, he scratches his cheek. ) I wasn’t sure if I should put an R on it or not. But if you want me to, I can add it. Or maybe a D. Or no letter at all.
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while he may look a little perplexed by the gift itself, damian does extend a hand out toward it and curls a finger in under the beads to pick it up off of jon's palm. is this where he admits that the robin costume is gaudy and all dick grayson's fault? no. because why bother stating the obvious? )
I think the lack of a letter is suitable. ( while he slides the bracelet onto his wrist without complaint, because it's a friendship thing and he's figuring out that a lot of having friends, being friends with someone, requires understanding what's important to the person he is friends with. and jon is - a kent through and through. he put time and effort into putting the beads onto a string, on choosing the beads and their pattern - it's handmade, personal. his time holds value to jon, and therefore it holds value to damian, too. )
Thank you.
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