Aug 3, 2017
can u believe all of bruce's kids are trans? iconic honestly
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can u believe all of bruce's kids are trans? iconic honestly
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Clubbing.”
Damian’s eyes snapped open. “What?"
Grayson threw a pile of clothes at him. “Dick and Damian’s Day of Fun. Midnight to midnight, I’m gonna keep your mind off feeling bad.”
My half of a trade with @metaljupiter. Her half is right over here!!
no offense but like,,,all of the robins are trans,,its fact
Low screaming but here’s a dickdami ficlet based off the prompt: “Do you ever wear a shirt?” (from this list if y’all wanna send me anything) because it was the first thing I thought of when I read it and I wanted to so bad and also I have the bare minimum of shame.
Also I rarely ever see Damian this smooth but also I can’t not see him as being as brash as possible when he likes someone so like... yeah.
“Do you ever wear a shirt?” Damian hissed around his spoonful of ice cream.
Grayson glanced back at him, halfway hunched into the fridge. He smirked. “It’s hot, babybat.”
“The weather isn’t that unmangeable, Grayson,” Damian huffed. His eyes shifted down Grayson’s chest for a brief second then scattered away to the news.
“Is it bothering you?” Grayson hummed, opening a fresh carton of milk.
“No,” Damian bit out.
Pouring the milk into small glass, Grayson arched an eyebrow and smirked, “Then what’s the issue, Dami?”
Damian scowled. “It’s indecent.”
Grayson snorted and packed the milk back into the fridge. He hunkered over, not a word out of his mouth. Not bothering with a chair, he slung himself against the table, eyeing Damian like a hawk. He pressed his mouth to the rim of his glass and drank slowly.
Damian squirmed and refused to meet his eyes, dragging them back over to the news playing out on the television. Out of the corner of his eye, Damian saw Grayson’s Adam’s apple bob gently in time with his swallows.
He squirmed a little more.
“Something wrong?” Grayson murmured, easing the empty glass to the table and smiling softly.
“Yes,” Damian said through gritted teeth. “Put on a shirt.”
Grayson chuckled and settled into a seat. “Damian, men not wearing shirts hasn’t been an issue since the 30′s.” He gestured at Damian. “I mean, we’re all guys here anyway, right?” Damian scowled but jerked his head in a sharp nod. Grayson’s grin widened. “So why don’t you just join me? Must be boiling underneath all of it.”
Damian ignored him. “The mansion maintains the perfect temperature for any given day and-”
The air conditioner in the room sputtered out and died. Damian stared at it quietly for a slow second, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth before turning to Grayson who was oh so innocently trying to read the sticky notes plastered to the fridge. Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite hide the quirk in his ever-widening smile.
“Well, looks like it’ll probably be a while before that gets fixed, huh?” Grayson sighed, voice shaky in a way that meant stifled amusement.
Damian was partially ready to chuck his ice cream at him but refrained.
For obvious reasons.
“Richard-”
“Damian,” Grayson cut in, smiling wide.
Damian grit his teeth and fumbled with the edge of his shirt. It would be easy. Just take off the shirt and appeal to Grayson’s apparent interest. Or he could not. He might not be... appealing in the way Grayson assumed he’d be and the game would just... fizzle out.
He swallowed. He didn’t really want it to fizzle out.
Grayson shifted, awkward. “Dami-”
Damian tugged his shirt off over his head quickly and balled it in his hands. He stared at it, wrinkling and smushed in his hands, a black ball. His stomach churned awkwardly and his blood soared in his ears. He relaxed against the back of his chair. Against him, his binder shifted awkwardly. Grayson’s eyes were bearing into him and for the first time in his life, he couldn’t bring himself to look back at them.
And then Grayson sighed deeply. “See, babybat?” he murmured. His eyes slung over Damian in a way that made him feel exposed. “Feels better right?”
Damian licked his lips and nodded slightly. The heat on his back waned slightly, the cool air sluing a slight chill against him. “I suppose it does.”
Grayson smirked and cleared his throat. In front of them, the TV snapped right off and Damian snorted. “Oh, look,” Grayson said, standing and feigning so much innocence. “Guess that’s broken too.”
“Strange considering it’s new,” Damian leered, understanding exactly where this was planned to lead and finding an odd comfort in that.
“Exactly,” Grayson agreed. He stretched and the muscles in his back shifted tantalizingly. “Well, I’m going to go my old room and nod off for a bit.” He moved towards the doorway, not stopping from watching Damian hard. “You could come join. Bet the TV works just fine in there.”
Like there weren’t hundreds of other places for Damian to watch the news.
Damian shifted, bounding onto the balls of his feet and tugged Grayson down by the back of his neck. It was a chaste kiss. Fleeting but pleasant nonetheless.
Dropping back onto his heels, he rolled his eyes at Grayson’s reddening face. “You could’ve just asked,” Damian huffed. Gathering Grayson’s hand into his own, he tugged him out of the kitchen and bounded them towards his bedroom. “Now you were saying something about it being too hot to wear clothing?”
Grayson cleared his throat. “I never-” Damian shot him a sly look over his shoulder, free hand splayed and tugging loosely at the edge of his binder. Grayson stumbled to a stop, face burning a low red. “Oh.”
“Articulate as always, Grayson,” Damian said, smirking widely as he pulled Grayson a little closer. He slipped up to the tips of his toes and pressed another quick kiss to Grayson’s mouth.
It was warm. And under his hand, so was Grayson’s chest.
Once more, Damian dropped to the heels of his feet and eyed Grayson under his lashes. “An incentive, Grayson. The more you start wearing shirts-” He smiled dangerously and felt Grayson shiver against him. “-the less I will.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Told y’all I’d be finishing stuff. Then again it was super easy to write because it’s a vent fic.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A new chapter is up