This close to a different ending 🤏🏻 this close.

“I know what you’re going to say,” Nightwing spun around to face Robin and Cardinal who were standing in the doorway. “Terra needs more training.”

“No it’s something else, she knows,” Robin  nodded towards Raven as she and Starfire entered the computer room. 

“Ever since we talked, I've noticed something off,” Raven said as   Nightwing turned off the computer to be near the team.

“She needs to be watched, Grayson."

"She needs understanding, not surveillance. Terra has her rough edges but Kori thinks she's worth it. And I agree."

Robin was clearly upset by the man's judgment. "Making decisions with your heart will get people killed." He turned away to leave.

"I'll go talk to him," Cardinal said before jogging to catch up with her boyfriend.

When she did meet up with him, he was tense and needed to be relaxed. Luckily, a spot to rest was just around the corner. Not saying anything, Y/n swiftly bumped into Damian, pushing him into her room. He stumbled before catching himself and returned to his upright position.

“Why are we here?”

“That’s a very broad question, Damian.”

He sighed and gave her that look.
She took off her mask and gently placed it onto her nightstand beside the framed picture of the two of them. Removing her hood she dropped it to the floor not really caring if it was crinkled in the morning. Her weapon was already in its rightful place so she didn’t need to worry about that.

Moving towards her boyfriend, Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him close to her. She nuzzled the joint between his neck and shoulder, taking in his natural scent.

“Can you stay with me tonight? Just forget our argument and the mission and Terra right now?"

"Fine."

"Promise?" She looked at him with doe eyes. Damian nodded, accepting her promise. "Good, I’m really tired, I gotta start packing tomorrow. And I know you need some rest. You smell like sweat, you should take a shower.”

Damain returned the gesture and brought his arms around her waist, tugging her closer. “And you don’t?” 

Y/n giggled into his neck, a tickle that shot through Damian’s spine, and moved her mouth to peck his smooth cheek and then rest them on his lips. “Is that your way of asking for a shower buddy?”

“Is that your way of accepting?”

Pulling away, Y/n turned him around and pushed him into her private bathroom. “Like hell I’m bathing with your smelly ass. Now shower so we can get some sleep,” Y/n slapped his ass playfully (causing him to not to subtly jump at the sudden contact) and closed the door. She could hear him mumble to himself as the shower head turned on. 

Peeling off the rest of her suit, Y/n was now in her sleepwear which was a large tee of a band she enjoyed and her underwear. The teen hopped onto the bed, ruffling the sheets and blankets. Pulling the soft blanket over her body she turned to lay on her stomach to scroll mindlessly on her phone. 

Just as she clicked on a new app the shower turned off and Damian could be heard shuffling around. He was always a quick showerer. The door opened and steam rolled into the room. Y/n turned her head to see Damian with a towel hanging loosely from his narrow yet extremely toned waist. He was still damp with the hot shower water and his glorious tar black hair shone in the lamp’s light. By the time Y/n looked over him again the towel was now dangerously loose. 

Not the time. Not. The. Time.

She tried to focus her gaze on whatever app she was just looking at.

But why focus on the apps when the meal is right in front of you?

She put her phone on her bed and looked at Damian once more.

Damian walked over to a nearby chair. He had his uniform and began to fold it. He always made sure it was properly put away. 

“I can feel you staring.” He pulled out his designated drawer and began searching for what he was going to wear tonight.

“Want me to stop?”

“It doesn’t bother me, though it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he dropped his towel. It was a crumpled mess on the floor, circling his feet. 

That was true. They have seen each other bare plenty of times. One of the League’s methods to unify its soldiers was to have them shower together. To trust they would not turn on each other in their most vulnerable moments. It also forced the idea of being ashamed or embarrassed of your body to leave your mind. Being embarrassed was such a foolish thing. Why waste part of your brain on that when it could be learning something useful? Not to mention the more recent time the two had seen each other. 

“Well that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to enjoy the view.”

Damian turned around and gave her a stern look and she gladly returned it. Rolling his eyes playfully, he put on the pajama bottoms. Y/n returned to her phone and the hero picked up the towel from the floor. He ran it over his hair once to make sure it wouldn’t soak Y/n’s pillow and placed it into her hamper. He ran his tongue over his teeth. He needed to brush them.

“By the way, why did Grayson ask if we were having sex?”

“I don’t know, why does Richard do anything?”

Damian got his spare toothbrush from the glass cup she put hers in and grabbed the toothpaste. Mint. His favorite.

“What did you tell him?” 

He turned the faucet on. 

“Nothing special. But we’re friends and friends talk about their relationships, no biggy.”

The toothpaste was on and he began scrubbing. He spit out the white foam.

“What else have you told him?”

“Not much. Just where you take me on some of our dates that’s it. Oh, that reminds me, I have a doctor’s appointment soon,” she mumbled to herself as she put it into her calender. “Do you want me to stop talking to him about us?”

“Will that stop you?”

“If it really bothers you sure. But not if you’re just being a little brat again.”

Damian rinsed out his mouth and spit again. “I am not a brat.”

“Baby, I love you,” Y/n laughed. “But you are.”

Damian’s throat closed ever so slightly. She didn’t use that pet name often. He wiped his mouth of any excess toothpaste and smirked. He moved to the bed and laid down on top of Y/n, squishing her into the mattress, and wrapping his arms around her stomach.

“Well then, Beloved,” he murmured into her ear. He could hear her breath hitch at the name. “Am I a brat now?”
She continued scrolling through her feed when she got a text from Felicity about the moving. Damian saw it and nuzzled into her neck.

“Most definitely, now get off me you brat.” Another ping, another text, another reminder she was leaving. Damian subconsciously held her tighter. “Dami? You okay? This is out of character for you.” She turned around, still underneath his weight. “Damian, you know you can tell me anything right?”

She was right. But he felt stupid, a feeling Damian was not familiar with and very much not comfortable with. But it needed to be said, for his sake.

“What if you meet someone else in Star City? Or focus more on your new life? I know highschool takes up a lot of people’s time and -”

“Woah, woah,” Y/n sat upright causing Damian to do so too. “That’s why you were so upset? You think I’ll forget about you?”

“You moved to Star City last time and we didn’t see each other for over two years.”

Well he was right about that. And his logic wasn’t flawed. Damian looked at the facts and the fact was, the last time she did move to Star City they lost contact for a long time. And from his experience, patterns continued.

“Damian, last time was different. We both had our heads up our asses for so long we couldn’t figure out how we felt until it was too late. And you were in the mountains with monks so it wasn’t just a car ride away.”

It did make him feel better. But he rather fight Superman then admit he was overreacting.

Y/n crawled onto his lap and rested her arms on his bare shoulders. He stared into her eyes and she smiled. “And I thought about you all the time. Granted I was pissed you didn’t say goodbye but I’m kind of over it now.”

“‘Kind of’?”

“You heard me, brat,” Y/n joked as Damian tightened his grip and flipping them into their previous position. But this time the two brought the blanket over them and tugged the string to turn off each lamp before reuniting at the middle of the bed, her back pressed into his stomach.

“I kept tabs on you when I was away. I read the article on Oliver adopting you. And watched you be interviewed about it, along with the videos of the Mayor’s family at the city’s tree lighting for the holidays.”

Oh yes, she remembered the short time Oliver thought it would be a fantastic idea to become mayor or Star City. 

“Should I take that as a romantic-watching or a creepy-watching?”

“An I-didn’t-want-you-to-be-in-danger-watching.”

“Romantic it is then.” 

A ping could be heard, only it wasn’t from Y/n’s phone but Damian’s utility belt. Damian felt her tense under his arms. He should get it. It was his duty as Robin to pick it up and see what it is. It wasn’t the emergency alert so it couldn’t be someone in immediate danger. But still. He looked down and even in the dark he saw Y/n’s disappointed face. Damian let go of her and got out of bed to see what it was.

It was Terra, her tracker said she was moving around Jump City. Then he remembered Y/n’s promise earlier. 

“‘Just forget our argument and the mission and Terra right now?’”

It had been a great end to an okay day. They laughed and joked around, something they only did in the comfort of their bedroom walls. And soon he wouldn’t have that opportunity anymore. Making his decision, Damian slowly turned the small device off and returned to bed. He could sense his girlfriend’s mood instantly lighten. He wrapped his arms around her warm body once more and she snuggled closer.

“I love you, Dami,” she said softly, a hidden ‘thank you’ within her words.

“I love you too, Beloved.” A hidden ‘of course’ in his.