“God, just shut up!” - DamiRoy
“And when you hook this do-hicky up to this whatchamacallit,” Roy said, plugging in a thin cord to the strange box he had sitting on his work bench, “the whole thing lights up.” The box took to life then, seams glowing a jade, just like Damian’s eyes, the same color showing up on the Roybot Roy had plugged into it.
“I haven’t gotten it all figured out yet,” Roy admitted, holding up the box and turning it in his hands. “Kori didn’t really enlighten me on it when she let me take it off her ship. But I think it has some data stored in here. But I configured a port that my Roybot could use, and now I should be able to download it all and let the bot skim through it.” He tossed the cube gently, and Damian sighed.
“That is well and fine, but-”
“I’m hoping maybe I can teach the Roybots some alien language,” Roy continued, as if Damian had not tried to speak. “How could would that be? Instead of just screeching in Navajo had intruders they could scream in Alien languages.” He grinned, reaching over and patting the Roybot’s head, as it sat idle, downloading.
“Maybe I’ll piece together a map. I mean sure if I need to map out space I could talk to the Lanterns but this is more fun, and who knows how they censor those things-”
“Harper!” Damian yelled it now, and Roy clamped his mouth shut, as Damian continued, “God, just shut up!” Roy bit at his lip, and Damian sighed, his shoulders sagging. He reached over, carefully taking the cube from Roy’s hand to set in his workbench. “I am sorry to yell,” Damian offered, stepping a little closer, “I know you are excited. And I do want to hear about it all. But dinner is going to be freezing if we do not stop.”
Roy laughed at that, the kind that had Damian’s knees going weak. The redhead leaned forward, pressed a kiss to Damian’s dark cheek, smiling.
“My bad kid, I was so into this that I just wanted to share and forget you even brought dinner over. Let me wash up.” He moved around Damian, heading for the industrial sink in his workshop, as Damian reached up, rubbed his cheek.
“Do not call me kid,” he called, turning and watching Roy stoop over. “It is strange, all things considered.”
All things considered, like how Damian hoped before the night was out he’d be straddling Roy’s lap on the couch, or pushed up against the wall of his kitchen-
Or better yet, sprawled out in his probably unmade bed.
Roy hummed a wordless response, and Damian knew he wouldn’t remember. He never did. But Damian took the victory when Roy headed over to him, slid an arm around him and his hand down into one of Damian’s back pockets, turning him towards the stairs. Took the victory that Roy was, as always, willing to lavish his attention on him more than he would his toys.
