act like a hero

 @fcarful  // ♡’d

      ❛    not  that  that  wasn’t  SUPER  COOL  or  anything  but ,  you  should  be  more  careful  next  time .  you  could  have  gotten  yourself  seriously  hurt .    ❜

Ω diana chuckled again before reaching out to take his hand, grasping it in a firm grip. “it is a pleasure to meet you, Colin. you may call me Diana, if you wish.” it always humbles her to hear of the admiration others seem to hold for her ; in a way, it reminds her why she does all of this. 

“Tt…”

It’s a miracle Colin caught him – but he supposes he shouldn’t be surprised. His friend had always been full of surprises, and tracking him down in one of the rare instances he decided to spend more than an hour on Earth wasn’t beyond the realm of possibilities.

The latest blowout with Batman hadn’t exactly ended in his favor. He hadn’t even seen his father, just that arrogant thief that thought herself his soulmate. He rubs the scratches on his cheek and sets his jaw, glancing at the other boy out of the corner of his eye before he sets his sights on the Gotham skyline. Damian could start the fight, but they would always finish it.

He never felt more like a boy playing at a man than now.

He’d beat the old man’s smug face in  if it was the last thing he ever did.

“If there’s anyone I would trust to not ‘narc’ on me to my father, it would be you.”

   tt indeed.  colin’s quiet for nearly a minute, not sure what to even say about all this.  his gaze is drawn to the scratches across damian’s cheek, and a frown pulls at colin’s lips.  hm.  it looks like a kind of nasty wound, but it could have been a pet, colin supposes.  

he doesn’t ask about it, instead just extends a finger to poke above it, like that’s going to give him a better idea of what happened.  colin’s never been particularly tactful.  hopefully it doesn’t earn him a broken hand.

    --- if damian were to voice those feelings, that he’s playing at a man.  colin might say that they’ve been expected to play at men for so long that they’ve earned the title in all but years.  because it’s never felt fair to colin that either of them should be expected to shoulder the burden of gotham, or of war, and still be taken for a child.

but...but what’s the point of saying those things?

          ‘    do you ever think of someone &. want to die    ?      ‘

     ❛   how could i ??   ❜   colin’s almost perturbed by the question.  why would he ever regret that ??   ❛   well, first of all.  he saved my life, so it’d be pretty stupid to regret meeting him.  but, i mean.  come on, he’s a superhero.  one of the coolest ones, and he protects gotham.  and he’s my best friend. no regrets.   ❜ 

miss oracle. barbara gets a kick out of that one. she’s not sure there’s anyone that’s addressed her so formally in quite some time. he’s a good kid though; she shouldn’t be surprised by it. ‘ i can do that. give me a just a moment. ’ it’s relatively quiet, at least by gotham standards, but that can change at the drop of a hat. beyond double checking her alert system, she records the coordinates and status of everyone on patrol before tuning into colin’s channel once more.

‘ now then, i’m all ears. ’ he doesn’t sound particularly concerned about whatever is on his mind, which eases barbara’s tension for the moment. there’s a chance it could be a familiar trouble brewing and nothing that requires immediate action. she’s always a fan of being able to plan ahead, after all. ‘ why don’t you just start from the beginning and i’ll see what blanks i can fill in. ’ 

  colin readjusts the piece in his ear to sit more comfortably while she takes a second to go over some of the others on patrol.  honestly ??  he almost falls asleep in the couple of minutes he has to wait.  he looks at his watch.  fuck, he’s probably not going to have time to sleep before he has to catch the bus.

   ❛   okay, so here’s this thing i noticed.  but i know i can’t be the only one who noticed because you guys are all like...mega-detectives.   ❜  so basically, what colin is saying, is that he’s hoping he gets to be in on whatever this is.  cuz it seems like it has to be something.  

Ω a small chuckle escaped the amazon’s lips as she sheathed her sword at her hip. ‘ yes, i am diana,’ she said, giving the boy a small nod of the head. ‘ your excitement humbles me.’