#damicol

*cracks knuckles* Oh-ho-hooooooo this is my jam~

DamiColin has been my silent obsession for ages ngl. I have so many little headcanons! Keep in mind- these are personal preferences. They are very much....not? On par with the general headcanon norm I usually see; but again: I'm not here to yuck anyone's yum so I really hope no one does mine and this can be a mutually respectful space (or at least I can gush in peace on my own blog)

While for most of their childhood and early teens, Damian is (to his chagrin) shorter than Colin- he does surprisingly shoot up during their late teens and surpass his boyfriend by a good 3 inches. And yes, he does like to remind Colin of this at times. Colin, of course, just will either give him an amused (and smitten) smile....or purposely use his powers to bulk up bigger and taller to send Damian into a huff- which in turn sets Colin off in laughter...and thus Damian can't help the fond twitch of his lips at his lover's teasing.

Damian likes to be the big spoon in bed for several reasons. For one, it allows him to hold and scent at Colin, which gives him reassurance even in sleep. Colin is one of the few people Damian can let his guard down fully enough to sleep deeply (even though he keeps a knife under the pillow, to Colin's eternal exasperation). Damian can know if/when Colin shifts to get up for any reason. After Colin's disappearance for several years as a child, where not even Bruce or he could locate the ginger; as well as his eventual reappearance at Wayne Manor, with a suspiciously spotty memory but his last adventures with Damian fresh in his mind, and deep shadows in his eyes... Damian was understandably wary of another separation or kidnapping. Especially during the early stages of their relationship (even though he knew it was irrational at that point). Another reason is that Damian likes to feel Colin's heartbeat beneath his fingers, the rhythm a soothing lullaby mixed with the scent of apples and honey shampoo that always cocoons Damian in the reminder that the man in his bed made his way back to him single-mindedly out of love.

They are not a very PDA couple even infront of the Wayne family, just due to personality (Damian) and past situations (Colin). However, Colin's prone to occasional bouts of insecurity, anxiety, and depression. Especially where it concerns Damian's status and reputation as a Wayne and Colin's as Gotham's 'Cinderella'. During times like this, Damian will go from discreet hand holding or offering his arm; to a public, claiming hand on Colin's hip. Firm, several second long kisses to his temple. A whispered affirmation or praise in his ear where someone might see Colin's cheeks go red and Damian's gaze turn subtly posessive on his unsuspecting future husband, but not hear what is being said.

My headcanon AU of 'What if Damian took Colin with him when he took over the League of Assassins?'

(And yes, Colin's armlet marks him as Damian's)

This beautiful art was made for me by the effortlessly talented Tamdrry <3

**please do not use without permission**

Happy Valentine’s Day! Just wanted to say that I love you, I’m in love with you and everything you do, you’re wonderful, and it blows my mind that someone so iconic is my friend—what an honor! It’s been an absolute delight to know you 💕

Art by you of course because you’re incredible 💕

THANKS FOR JOINING ME TO MAKE AN INCREDIBLE TEAM!! 🤭 Some DamiCol for you <3

BABYVERSE but really, this isn't so much JayTim as it is Damicol. 

DAMIAN AND COLIN. BABYSITTING PETER. 

Also it's best if you play THIS while you're reading, or after you've finished reading. 

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“I was most definitely not this difficult when I was an infant,” Damian huffed, the anger of the words dulled by the fact he was awkwardly holding Peter at arm’s length while the baby cried it’s chirping cry, “I blame Todd’s impure blood as a bad influence.”

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“Nonsense I know perfectly well how to hold a child.”

Colin rolled his eyes and pulled Peter from Damian’s grasp.

“He’s a baby Dami,” Colin said, pulling Peter close against his chest and wrapping him close, “they like to be cuddled.”

Damian ‘tt-ed’ and fell onto the couch, watching as Colin adjusted Peter in his grip so the child’s head rested on Colin’s chest. The crying became a soft hiccupping and Colin pressing his forehead to the top of Peter’s, whispering comfortingly to the baby and swaying lightly, Colin’s bright red hair mixing and melding with Peter’s paler orange.

“You’re good with the child.”

“Gotta start callin’ him Peter at some point Dami. And I live in an orphanage. I help with the babies all the time.”

Damian huffed and settled himself more comfortably on the couch to show his personal defiance to the mundane task of ‘babysitting’. Drake had gone behind his back to offer Colin the position to babysit for Valentine’s day and when he had discovered this he insisted on accompanying the other boy. After all, the child was his sibling. It was his right.

Really, Drake should have come straight to him when Todd made whatever ridiculous plans he made for the other boy for Valentines day.

Colin began to sway more pointedly, following an invisible beat.

“What are you doing?”

Colin hushed him before returning his focus to the child. Damian sat forward with narrowed eyes – Colin never hushed him – and caught the light sound of Colin humming. It was growing a little louder, his sway timed with the soft sound.

And then Damian was frozen, caught and transfixed.

“Summertime…” Colin’s soft voice flowed out, confident and self-assured, melodic and calm.

“And living is easy… fish are jumping and the cotton is high,” He swayed a little more, taking small, timed steps as he danced the child around the living room. It was a song that Damian didn’t recognize, but it seemed old and held a low tune that Damian could tell belonged to the twenties and hinted at blues and jazz.

“Oh your daddy’s rich and your ma is good looking. So hush little baby, don’t you cry,” Colin smiled lightly down at Peter, one of his hands closing over Peter’s much smaller one. The child stared up at Colin with giant green eyes, seeming completely fascinated by this new found source of entertainment.

“One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing. Yeah you’ll spread your wings and take to the sky.”

Damian didn’t want to ruin the moment by getting involved, but Colin looked up at him, still wearing his soft smile and Damian felt his breath catch a little without his permission. The other boy indicated with a finger for Damian to join them and Damian stood hesitantly.

“But till that morning there’s nothing that can harm you. Yes with Colin and Dami standing by.” Colin’s grin spread as he edited the lyrics for Peter and swayed over to Damian carefully.

“Summertime, and living is easy… fish are jumping and the cotton is high,” Colin continued softly when they reached Damian, knocking the dark haired boy’s arm at their closeness. Damian reached out instinctively.

“Oh your daddy’s rich and your ma is good looking,” Colin sang lightly as he moved the child into Damian’s arms. Surprised, the other boy tried to pass the child back but Colin shook his head gently and kept singing, moving Damian’s arms for him to cradle the baby correctly.

“So hush little baby, don’t you cry,” Peter rolled himself closer to Damian’s chest, a thumb pressing into his mouth and his eyes now closed. Colin’s light sway came to a slow stop as he stared down at the baby.

“Don’t… you… cry,” He finished quietly, tipping up on the final note and letting it hover in the room. Neither boy spoke for a small while, simply standing together in silence, lightly touching.

“He’s asleep,” Damian whispered into the comfortable silence.

“I know,” Colin said with a small smile, “put him in the cot.”

Damian blinked like he had forgotten he wasn’t required to hold the sleeping child all night and padded quietly to the crib in the bedroom, lowering Peter inside and tucking him under the blankets. The bear he had made was there, next to the child’s head, and in his sleep Peter reached for it, grabbing hold of a leg and yawning contently. Damian backed away soundlessly, closing the door slightly, and headed back to where Colin was waiting.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” Damian said suspiciously, like this was something Colin had intentionally been hiding from him. The red head blushed and ducked his head.

“I-I don’t do it much. Just when I’m helping with the babies. It’s nice. Honest.”

Damian’s head cocked to the side curiously.

“What were you singing?”

“Summertime. It’s by Ella Fitzgerald. Sister Angus plays her a lot on the old record player.”

Damian started forward quickly, standing unusually close to the slightly taller boy, putting his hands on Colin’s hips and meeting his gaze directly – Colin’s eyes widened and his blush deepened.

“Sing for me,” Damian murmured quietly.

“Wh-what would you like?” Colin stuttered, surprised by the contact and by the demand. Damian sighed heavily, like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, and let his hands slip from Colin’s hips to around his waist and resting his head on Colin’s chest.

“Anything.”

Colin wrapped his arms around the shorter boy and let his chin fall onto Damian’s head – just because the hug was unexpected didn’t mean it wasn’t welcomed.

“What doesn’t narrow it down Dami,” Colin murmured, rocking the boy slightly in a slow build.

“Tt. Just pick something. Sing something by the Fitzgerald woman.”

Colin laughed quietly and thought for a moment before humming his opening.

“Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you,” Colin sang, pulling Damian around with him so that they were dancing lightly.

“Embrace me, you irreplaceable you… just one look at you my heart grew tipsy in me,”

“Colin,” Damian said lightly, causing the taller boy to stop his song, but they continued to sway gently.

“Yeah?”

“You’re a very good singer.”

Colin hid his grin in Damian’s hair.

“Thank you.”

They danced quietly for a moment.

“Aren’t you going to continue?” Damian asked with the hint of a demand. Colin simply rolled his eyes and settled himself comfortably around Damian.

tyrror replied to your post: Guys

Hmm…Prompt…Promt….Proooooomt….promtpromtpromtpromtpromtpromtpromt….Are you getting all of this down? I choose: Colin/Damian and porn (like, literally porn. As in there is porn in the story somehow and their reactions)

*giggles endlessly* 

Oh my little babies. 

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“You’re sure he won’t be mad?”

“Colin, stop it. I’m borrowing his laptop not blowing up a small country. He won’t even know.”

Colin went back to biting on his bottom lip, his face a perfect mask of uncertainty.

“Would you like to go to the movies or not?”

“B-but can’t you use your laptop to look up movie times?”

“Mine is turned off. Todd’s is still on. It’s logical to just quickly look up the times on here. I could have already looked them up in the time that we have spent discussing the matter.”

Colin let out a long breath of defeat.

“Ohhhkay. But be QUICK,” Colin warned, moving to stand by the door as if he feared Jason would return any second and catch them. Damian rolled his eyes and lifted the sleek black lid of the laptop.

And froze.

His eyes shot wide and his cheeks quickly tinted red.

“Got them?” Colin asked from the doorway.

“I… uh…”

Colin turned around at Damian’s uncertainty – because Damian was never uncertain – his face crumbling in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” He started over near the laptop but Damian snapped it shut.

“Nothing. Nothing. We should go or we will miss the movie.”

“But you didn’t look up the times…”

“Then we can wait around the shops until one starts.”

“Dami, what the hell is on the laptop?”

“Nothing – Colin do--”

Damian’s hands didn’t quite catch the lid fast enough and Colin went stock still.

“Oh,” he squeaked.

“What are you doing in my room?!” Both of the younger boy’s jumped as Jason stormed over, snatching up the laptop.

“GET OUT!”

They didn’t need to be told twice.

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“Hey Colin,” Tim said with a friendly smile as the two younger boys rushed down the stairs, “I didn’t know you were over?”

Colin made a funny squeaking noise and avoided eye contact, shooting pink and all but bolting for the door.

“What the…” Tim said as Damian followed, just as quickly, catching Tim a curious look that didn’t exactly scream hatred like normal.

“Uh. Babe?” Tim frowned up at Jason’s sheepish expression.

“Did you do something to them?” Tim asked, pointing after the boys.

“Not intentionally… Uh. You better come up here and see my laptop."

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Couldn't resist. 

coppertellurium asked you: 2012-02-10 14:00

Pillow forts

oh I love you. 

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"What in all of God’s name is that?”

"It's a pillow fort." 

Damian stared at the mess covering what used to be his bedroom, his hands clenched on the tray. His anger at finding the perfectly ordered room now in shambles rivalled the fact that he was simply impressed at Colin’s speed – he couldn’t have been gone more than ten minutes and the red head had turned the centre of his room into a miniature pillow castle, hanging sheets over chairs and lining the floor with the blanket from his bed and several pillows, some of which had obviously been stolen from other rooms.

Colin peeked up from under one of the slanted corners, his face falling slightly at Damian’s expression.

“Y-you don’t like it?”

“Why did you build a pillow fort?” Colin launched into an explanation, his hands twitching.

“I thought that maybe it would be fun because, you know, they’re fun. And comfortable. And it’s a castle – we can have adventures and stuff. Come inside!”

“I’m Robin. I have adventures.”

“But a pillow fort is funner.”

“Tt. “Funner” is not a word Colin. And it’s a pile of pillows on the ground.”

“Come on Dami! You gotta use your imagination! I never get to make pillow forts. There are never enough pillows and blankets at the orphanage to make a good one and the nuns always make us pull them down.”

Colin’s lip wobbled a little as he looked up at Damian with pleading eyes. The dark haired boys resolve wavered and he sighed.

“Would you like to have the biscuits inside your fort?”

“Our fort. And yes. If you join me.” Damian let out a long breath of resistant and handed the other boy the tray, carefully crawling under the tottering pile of sheets and blankets to the soft cave. It was warm, insulated, and light glowed through the sheets otherworldly.

Colin yanked on a piece of fabric, closing off the entrance so they were sealed off in their little world.

“Cookie?” Colin offered around a mouthful of his own. Damian took one, still staring around the little cave. It was so completely private, more so than even his room.

“Waddya think?” Colin asked, swallowing nervously.

“I… like it.”

Colin’s grin was blinding.

“Course you do. Everybody likes pillow forts.”

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Shuddup I'll go back to cleaning later. Besides I only took half hour off to whip this up -- no Beta.

I'll stop writing this pairing when they stop being the cutest thing to ever grace the earth with it's existence. 

Damian/Colin. 

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There are four things that Damian Wayne under no exception will ever do.

The first was nicknames. Damian Wayne most certainly did not do nicknames. He was Damian Wayne. That was the name his mother used. That was the name his father used. And that was the name he expected you to use.

Dick had learned the hard way, sporting a particularly spectacular pair of panda bear eyes after trying to grace Damian with the nickname “Hatchling.” Jason and Tim got away with calling him “Demon” because even Damian couldn’t harm both of them, especially since the two had worked up some kind of truce against him.

On one occasion a girl at school had approached him chipperly and asked if she could call him “Daims.” He had glared and snapped “I don’t do nicknames,” before strutting – he would say he walked, but it was a strut – away.

This, however, did not stop a certain red head from braving the glares, the growls and the “will you stop that?!” from the dark haired boy, continuing his habit until Damian no longer objected.

Damian perched himself on the fence outside Colin’s school, staring intently at the doors. He had gotten out of school early today and rather than waiting around the block for Colin like he normally did he was waiting at the school gates – which, in fact he was banned from doing after his previous presence had started a rather large brawl. The bell rang shrilly but Damian didn’t flinch, scanning the crowd for the bobbing mess of red that was his friend.

Colin walked with his head bent, watching the ground like he thought he might trip on the smallest crack. People bumped him like he wasn’t there, not pausing to apologise and Damian felt his mouth twist into a snarl at the sight. He jumped swiftly from the gate, landing gracefully, standing out easily in his private school blazer.

“Colin,” he said shortly, catching the boy’s arm as he passed.

“Dami? What are you doing here?” Colin’s eyes shot wide, but not from fear or shock. He was honestly excited to see Damian, a smile falling easily on to his lips. Then the fear spat through him.

“You can’t be here! You’ll get in trouble!” Damian snorted with smugness that a ten year old should not have held.

“I would like to see them try. Come, Alfred is making the cookies you like.” Colin’s smile got a little wider and he bounced on his feet as he walked with Damian to where the car was waiting.

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The second was hugs. Damian did not do hugs. Dick had been trying for five years to get a hug that didn’t end in Damian squirming from his grip.

“Hiya Dick!”

“Hey Colin. How are you?” A natural smile fell onto Dick’s face as the bubbly red head bounced through the door. Even at fifteen the kid still acted like a buddled puppy of joy.

“Good. Got a B on the math exam, I reckon Dami will be pretty happy since he helped me so much. Where is he?”

Oh and the dark cloud descends.

“He’s in the gym. I have to warn you Colin we… we had a bad night -- weren’t able to save some people we should have been able to save. He’s beating himself up about it.”

Colin’s face fell before setting determinedly.

“The gym?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. See you later Dick.”

Really it was in Colin’s best interest that Dick followed him to the gym, although he was silent in his movements.

Damian was in the process of thrashing the hell out of their punching bag. He’d been at it for a while now, his movements becoming strict and robotic but nevertheless powerful. Colin approached carefully.

“Dami?”

Dick almost winced, knowing that it was a really bad start using a nick name. Damian didn’t flinch however, just continued pounding away.

Colin moved a little closer and Damian’s punches grew weaker on the bag until Colin was pressed against him, arms wrapped around his middle and he was breathing heavily.

Dick was positive Damian was going to kick Colin on his ass.

But he didn’t.

He relaxed into Colin’s grip almost instantly, melting against the red head and letting his head fall back against Colin’s shoulder while Colin whispered apologies and reassurances in his ear.

“I should have been able to save him Colin,” Damian whispered, “he was right there. He was only five. I looked him up.” The taller boy twisted in Colin’s grip, wrapping his arms fully around the ginger, almost engulfing him.

“’S not your fault Dami. You tried.” Damian’s hands clutched at Colin’s shirt.

“I should have tried harder.”

“If you hadn’t been trying your hardest to save him you wouldn’t be in the gym attempting to improve more to avoid a repeat, would you? You’d be wallowing in self-pity somewhere.” Damian pushed his head into the crook of Colin’s neck, his voice becoming thick and muffled.

“You have flawed logic.” Colin grinned over Damian’s shoulder.

“I have the truth.”

Dick backed out of the gym, leaving the younger boys to their moment.

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The third was nightmares. Damian Wayne does not have nightmares. He is too mentally prepared, too mentally fit to be attacked with such trivial things. Never in seventeen years had he had a nightmare.

For the first time in his life he woke to Dick, shaking him while he fought.

“Grayson?” he questioned awareness was returned to him, “what are you doing? Get out of my room!”

“Damian you were screaming,” Dick said slowly, his face stricken. Damian felt his heart crashing in his chest and knew he was sweating.

“I’m fine.”

“You were having a nightmare.”

“Nonsense I don’t have nightmares.”

“Dami…”

“It’s Damian,” The boy growled harshly. He didn’t need that, not when the image of Colin, still and unmoving and bloody was so fresh under his lids. Dick pursed his lips.

“What were you dreaming about then?”

Colin.

Colin dying.

Colin dying too quickly for Damian to save him, crying out and stretching his hand, begging for Damian to please, just a little further, help me!

But Damian couldn’t reach. Something was stopping him. And he was screaming for Colin to hang on, just a second longer, he would save him, he was a hero if he couldn’t save Colin what was the point?!

He fixed Dick with a steely glare.

“Nothing.”

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The fourth thing that Damian Wayne most certainly did not do under any exception was allow an exception to his first three things.

Except… that he did.

“Dami.”

Colin caught his fists, settling himself on top of the other boy. He had to face it – at twenty Damian was larger and stronger than himself. But that didn’t stop him from holding Damian down when the nightmares struck.

“Dami! Wake up!”

Colin fought to keep his place on top of the boy, pinning Damian’s arms to the bed.

“Wake up, you’re DREAMING!” Damian gasped at the air like he’d been drowning, his eyes shooting wide. It took him another few disoriented moments, struggling in Colin’s grip before he was completely aware of his surroundings. His chest was heaving and he dripped with sweat.

“C-Colin?”

The other boy sank against him, releasing his wrists.

“You were having another nightmare.” Damian wrapped his arms around Colin’s waist and pulled him tighter, pushing his nose into the other boy’s neck and breathing in the scent that was so completely Colin, alive and happy and always, always smiling.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

“Don’t apologize. ‘S not your fault.” Damian wanted to argue that it was his fault, that he should be in control of his mind and his body at all times, even in sleep.

Instead he just pulled Colin tighter and rested quietly there, comforted by the other boy’s familiar weight.

“Go to sleep Dami. I’ll keep the nightmares away like Rory does.”

Damian Wayne did not do nicknames. He did not do hugs. He did not do nightmares. And he most certainly did not do all three.

But Colin Wilkes did.

Damian told me I was sad too much. A few days later I found an iPod on my bed. It had some music on it, and a song called "Colin." I don't recognize the singer and it doesn't say. 

But it sounds kinda like Dami.

I'm not so sad any more. 

I'm sorry Anon, but I shall continue arting, regardless of what you think or how shit it is.