Shadow in Flight

"Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity." Alternate Universe Damian Wayne 16 | Gotham |Open Rp | Ships dD

[kaciart]

And then, dance again.

Dick teaching Damian some kind of gypsy dance.

“Bring this foot forward” *pats hip*

“What do I do with this hand?”

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Damian found Dick’s old uniform

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Damian requires Dick’s input on some upgrades for the Batmobile

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batdyedblue replied to your post: Grayson? Are you—are you alright? [He’s hesitating but it only lasts a moment as he leans into him, one tanned hand reaching up to gently card fingers through messy locks.] I…I apologize. I went too far. Forgive me. You do not have to think about my words.

I should not have reacted that way. I should have put space between us and calmed down first before speaking with you. [He rests his head on Dick’s shoulders, cheek nuzzling slowly.] I was…immature and I am sorry. I love you, Grayson. I truly do.

[He presses the side of his face against Damian’s head, squeezing his eyes closed.] I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m so, so sorry, I— [A hand sneaks up and winds against the back of the boy’s neck, pulling him closer.] I don’t ever want—I won’t ever… I-I love you, too.

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[He presses as close as possible, a shudder going through him. He should not have done what he did and now he regretted it dearly. Damian then gently turns Dick's head with his hands to face him so they could talk face to face. His bottom lip is quivering but his gaze is firm.] I can't lose you, Grayson. That is not an option for me. 

[Damian leans forward and presses a chaste kiss onto the older man's lips.] So please don't hate me. Enta Habib Alby W Hayaty Ya Habibi. You are my heart and my life, Grayson. 

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Nightwing Butts

(requested by thelyonspenance)

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I’ll be your Princess Charming ♥

[chilllikeaboss-blog]

Hoy! Boy Astig Padilla, I love you. =)))) ♡☮

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Making Damian’s scream in the middle night.

Ain’t I a stinker~

[batdyedblue-blog]

 #HA #YOU SEE WHAT I DID #I MADE A BUGS BUNNY JOKE #cause it#warner brothers #RIGHT RIGHT

Strangely, all I saw was a sexual innuendo.

[boyofsteelkon-blog]

What a spoil sport and you aren’t even wearing purple.

[batdyedblue-blog]

My apologies but purple is Brown's color. I have no intention of being promoted into her costume. 

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Making Damian’s scream in the middle night.

Ain’t I a stinker~

[batdyedblue-blog]

 #HA #YOU SEE WHAT I DID #I MADE A BUGS BUNNY JOKE #cause it#warner brothers #RIGHT RIGHT

Strangely, all I saw was a sexual innuendo.

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And that mattered to him because it made it so much more easier to calm down and to push away the coil of uncertainty that was straining against his chest and demanding him to scream, to demand answers from the man beneath him.

But this was his way to making his point clear. Body language, physicality-- it had always been a language that Dick, Cassandra, and himself shared to an extent. This would be enough to make his point--

Damian just feels little jolts of pain here and there, his lower half a mixture of numbness and nerved on fire. But after yet another moment of silence and a study, Damian offers Dick a watery little smile. Hands, shaking but gentle, lovingly move to run through Dick's hair, combing it back. Quietly, he speaks.]

I love you. [Not a moment later, he ends up just falling on top of Dick, lips parted and little puffs of air blowing against the man's neck. They are still connected and soon they would need to go to the bathroom to clean up. At least, Damian would. Still, he could wait another five to ten minutes before attempting to pull away. The younger of the two nuzzles at Dick's neck hesitantly, face hidden on purpose.

The whisper that he forces out cracks multiple times and it hurts--god it hurts to say it but it's better than losing Dick.]

I-I'll learn to accept it, Grayson but--

Please...please just remember to come home. To me. [Because I love you.]

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Tim&Kon&Damian　～✩

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[His voice is steady when Damian finally speaks, despite how much it hurts to even say those words. Still, they fall easily off his lips and his mind repeats them in hopes of actually believing them himself. Inwardly, Damian knows to a very deep part of his core, it was not okay. It wasn't going to be fine. But the rest of him knows sacrifices are necessary at times and this just so happened to be one of those times. So Damian shudders on him, hips moving forcefully to take in and squeeze. He tells himself it might not be okay but he was going to damn well try making it as close to it as possible. 

It was the least he could do.]

It will be fine, Grayson.

[Another gasp, another dry swallow behind wet eyes that refused to let the tears fall. It was his fault from the start and therefore, it will be his responsibility to make sure it's acknowledged in some way or form. A trembling hand places itself onto Dick's, smaller fingers trailing down the ones splayed across his abdomen. Damian bites down on his lower lip and ignores the taste of copper to bend forward and leave a kiss at the corner of his lover's lips.

He will fix this. It will be fine. Any sacrifice needed will be taken.] 

I love you. [The sounds of their lovemaking is strangely grotesque, blood making every movement more sticky with a feel of horror than of passion. Still, Damian doesn't stop riding and he doesn't stop the groans. He just waits for it to finish quietly.]

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[The silence between them is suffocating, and Dick’s vision is blurring and his head is starting to swim in anticipation, of anything, really—of Damian leaving, maybe yelling, even hitting him, he’d deserve any of it. Maybe he’d even feel a little better if he took the brunt of a couple angry punches. His gut is clentching and if the teenager didn’t do something soon, Dick thinks he might pass out.

Then suddenly there are fingers curling around his wrist, and he’s being dragged forward. Dick flinches, only slight, then lifts his gaze to the back of the boy’s head.] Damian—? [This certainly isn’t what he expected, and Damian’s reaction becomes even more alien when he finds himself in their bedroom, and then falling backwards onto their bed, with a pair of unbearably pain-sticken blue eyes crawling over top of him. Elusive. Detached.]

Damian, what are you—?

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[There were too many questions swimming around his mind, strumming with the sound of angry wasps wanting to simply set something aflame with terrible pain. It makes it hard to differentiate his pain and the desire to fix this. The lines were blurred still as he pulls his shirt off, movements smooth and quick but without their usual passion. Damian begins unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants to shove them off with one hand as he mirrors the action on Dick with the other.

This was something that he had told himself to accept long before he even got into a relationship with Dick. After all, the man always had a long history with women and men. Who could not fall for such charms and such sweetness? How could Damian blame them when he himself is a victim for the trap named Dick Grayson? And then there was that thing with Tim Drake. Dick refused to let go, refused to see reality when it came to the insane man.

He would listen to any request, just for that tiny bit of hope that Tim would come back to their side. There had been doubt before but it had diminished to very little doubt now that if it came down to it, Dick would also turn unfaithful if it came to saving Tim. 

So if Dick couldn’t help himself, it was no one’s fault but Damian’s. He should have been there, should have made sure the man wasn’t lonely enough to search out whoever he went with to fuck. He should have made sure the trap never got to Dick in the first place. 

He should have killed Tim Drake long ago with hands already bloodied with years worth of filth. What would one more death change?

Damian tugs Dick’s jeans and underwear down roughly and slides down to rest between his legs. He doesn’t bother saying a word still, focusing on what he deems as the only thing he can do now. A tongue flicks up the man’s length, the tip teasing the crown before he forces himself to swallow. Damian gags just a bit but schools his features and continues.]

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Blue eyes slid close as Damian bobbed his head, tongue pressed flat against the underside of Dick's cock and wriggling. He did his best to trace the throbbing vein he can feel and to remember the taste of his lover. The pace was kept quick, Damian pushing himself even further so at he was practically tonguing balls while humming in the back of his throat.

Damian was going to make sure Dick stays with him. It was a selfish thought and a selfish ambition. 

But surely he could be allowed a little selfishness once in a while? Surely his pain was justified this time? Surely he could ensure both of their happiness with a little manipulation without things coming out completely wrong? 

Damian shuddered and gave a soft whine before letting go and crawling back up, his knees at each of Dick's sides. He glances at him from under heavy lashes, his expression pained and visibly so.  A hand reaches between his spread legs to then push the tip into himself.

He grits his teeth, far too emotionally in turmoil to even care for what he was about to do next. The younger of the two grinds down and pushes the rest of the length in. It burns and Damian can feel himself splitting in two, a sudden slickness that was not just saliva or precum leaking between them and sliding wetly down onto the bedsheets. 

But the pain cannot be compared to what Damian was feeling internally and that very thought makes him begin a harsh pace, pained whines and gasps the only thing he has voiced since the beginning.]

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[It’s the body language that has Damian pulling away slightly, head tilted back so he could see Dick’s face fully. A frown replaces the smile on his face and he waits for an elaboration.] What happened?

Are you hurt?

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[Dick’s eyes are lowered and they can’t quite meet Damian’s. He shakes his head.] I… I did something. With someone. 

[His expression crumples.] I missed you.

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[With someone. Dick had done something with someone. Did it matter who or when? No. The only thing that mattered was that it wasn’t him and the reason was because of his absence.]

I…I see. 

[His voice trembles, just very barely, as his body loses all tension from disappointment and from hurt. Damian’s head tilts forward, shoulders slumping, so he could avoid looking into Dick’s eyes. It was not something he could afford to do at the moment.

The teen swallows, eyes clenching shut tightly and makes his decision. Then he pulls away from Dick’s hold, hand wrapping tightly around one of the man’s wrist as he tugs him into their bedroom wordlessly. With strength unknown to him, he shoves Dick onto the bed and climbs onto him.

Still silent. Still without looking into the man’s eyes. Still hurt.] 

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[The silence between them is suffocating, and Dick’s vision is blurring and his head is starting to swim in anticipation, of anything, really—of Damian leaving, maybe yelling, even hitting him, he’d deserve any of it. Maybe he’d even feel a little better if he took the brunt of a couple angry punches. His gut is clentching and if the teenager didn’t do something soon, Dick thinks he might pass out.

Then suddenly there are fingers curling around his wrist, and he’s being dragged forward. Dick flinches, only slight, then lifts his gaze to the back of the boy’s head.] Damian—? [This certainly isn’t what he expected, and Damian’s reaction becomes even more alien when he finds himself in their bedroom, and then falling backwards onto their bed, with a pair of unbearably pain-sticken blue eyes crawling over top of him. Elusive. Detached.]

Damian, what are you—?

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[There were too many questions swimming around his mind, strumming with the sound of angry wasps wanting to simply set something aflame with terrible pain. It makes it hard to differentiate his pain and the desire to fix this. The lines were blurred still as he pulls his shirt off, movements smooth and quick but without their usual passion. Damian begins unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants to shove them off with one hand as he mirrors the action on Dick with the other.

This was something that he had told himself to accept long before he even got into a relationship with Dick. After all, the man always had a long history with women and men. Who could not fall for such charms and such sweetness? How could Damian blame them when he himself is a victim for the trap named Dick Grayson? And then there was that thing with Tim Drake. Dick refused to let go, refused to see reality when it came to the insane man.

He would listen to any request, just for that tiny bit of hope that Tim would come back to their side. There had been doubt before but it had diminished to very little doubt now that if it came down to it, Dick would also turn unfaithful if it came to saving Tim. 

So if Dick couldn't help himself, it was no one's fault but Damian's. He should have been there, should have made sure the man wasn't lonely enough to search out whoever he went with to fuck. He should have made sure the trap never got to Dick in the first place. 

He should have killed Tim Drake long ago with hands already bloodied with years worth of filth. What would one more death change?

Damian tugs Dick's jeans and underwear down roughly and slides down to rest between his legs. He doesn't bother saying a word still, focusing on what he deems as the only thing he can do now. A tongue flicks up the man's length, the tip teasing the crown before he forces himself to swallow. Damian gags just a bit but schools his features and continues.]

[damianfuckingstark]

It has been rather busy, but I would be willing to take a night out. I could use the fresh air.

[batdyedblue-blog]

As can I. Being busy can be interesting but after a few weeks, things have a tendency to turn redundant. A new perspective may be in need. 

[damianfuckingstark]

Absolutely. How about within a night or two?

[batdyedblue-blog]

Perfect. Perhaps if your schedule allows a bit of leeway early on, we could have dinner together? I am craving good company.

[shewasarainbowonce]

[damianfuckingstark]

Like a charm. She runs smooth and has the perfect, deep purr. I would be willing to let you take a ride, Brother.

[batdyedblue-blog]

Perhaps one night when you and I are both free to enjoy ourselves. I hear you are quite busy these days, running between states and even homes. 

[damianfuckingstark]

It has been rather busy, but I would be willing to take a night out. I could use the fresh air.

[batdyedblue-blog]

As can I. Being busy can be interesting but after a few weeks, things have a tendency to turn redundant. A new perspective may be in need.