#tiny boyfriends

As I drew this, I could just imagine Bruce curled up in his bed crying because his youngest was going on a date. I close my eyes and it's an image clear as day~~

Funny you should ask! Before I ever thought of Damian and Colin and TTMHMYC, I used the same Soulmate Eyes AU for Jaime and Bart. Now that fic didn't get written back when I was thinking of it, but I tested the AU on that ship first. I'd give Jaime dark copper eyes, and Bart sage green. Though back then I probably would have just said green and brown lol.

Gosh, I haven't like deep thought about those two in a minute. But I was really, really into that pairing back in 2017-2019. I still love them, to be fair. The ship is mainly based off of the Young Justice cartoon, back when there were only 2 seasons and we didn't know there would be more. I still haven't seen the new ones yet, but I want to.

Bart's character in particular in that show, how he came from a terrible future that he set out to change only to meet Jaime who supposedly was part of the reason that future happened in the first place, but then Bart chose to help him so he'd never become that terrible guy...it just hit my feels like a truck! The fanfics I read didn't help, but they were SO good. And friends to lovers is always fun when it comes to ships.

As far as the comic versions of them, I don't know if they've actually met? Jaime's in a weird spot as far as the DC timeline goes. I've seen him shoehorned into Dick's era of the Titan's and that doesn't seem right for him. I'd put him in Tim's, and not just so he could meet Bart, but because that works better with Jaime being the third Blue Beetle and it gives Ted Kord time to be Blue Beetle before Jaime comes around.

*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.

Tiny boyfriends with tiny flower hats 😌

-  “you already picked the takeout, no way are you picking the movie too!”

“I am not watching that,” Damian said, gesturing to whatever god awful, cheap horror movie was currently sitting on the TV, title screen flashing against the sounds of fake screams.

“Why not?” Dick yelled from the kitchen of his penthouse, where he was setting out the take out containers. They may have over ordered. Which was fairly normal. “It literally just released, no way you’ve seen it yet.”

Damian scoffed, folding his arms and sliding down into the couch. Despite the fact that his boyfriend couldn’t see him, he pouted.

Too bad for him, his other boyfriend could.

“Dames, don’t pout,” Colin teased, walking in from he and Dick’s bedroom, having shed his clothes and now comfortably dressed for a real movie night in joggers and one of Dick’s old tshirts. He plopped down on the couch next to Damian, tossed an arm around his shoulders and squeezed.

“Wait, is he pouting?”

“I was not!”

“You so were baby,” Colin teased, leaning over to nose at his shoulder, enjoy the scent of his cologne embedded in Damian’s hoodie. “You already picked the takeout, no way are you picking the movie too.” Damian looked away, and Dick made his way into the living room, leaning over the back of the couch.

“What’s wrong with it?” Dick asked again. “I made sure to avoid the horror tropes you don’t like- no ghosts, no freaky paranormal bullshit, I swear. Just a good old attempt at 80’s slashers. Probably with excessive nudity.”

Damian was quiet. And yes, the movie did avoid the things he found rather unsettling in horror films- and gods be damned that anyone knew lame movies could scare him. But… “Perhaps… I had hoped for something a little more… intimate.”

He refused to look at either of his boyfriends, and refused to acknowledge that his cheeks were indeed burning. In fact, he was three seconds from refusing to admit this whole evening even existed.

“I give,” Dick said, without hesitation. “If babybat wants to watch a romance I will be the last to complain.” He reached down, tussled Damian’s hair, before the movement turned to his fingers carding softly through the locks. Damian relaxed a little, eyelids fluttering, and next to him Colin dropped the remote in his lap, snuggling up more.

“Same,” he admitted, nuzzling at Damian’s shoulder. “You win Dames. Pick the movie too.”