Anyone who doesn't know who Damian or Colin is needs to look up the ship immediately, it. Is. ADORABLE! And for those who do know who I am referring to should enjoy this chapter quite thoroughly. This is my take on how Dick meets Damian's future Boyfriend.

POV-3rd Person

"I still don't get why he's after you" Came Abuse's innocent reply after Robin just spent 30 minutes explaining the exact reason why the resourced mercenary wanted his head on a silver platter.

"For the hundredth time Wilkes, he was paid to dispose of me." The caped crusader explained venomously, but the tone shot over the the 12 year old's head, it always did.

Of course the buff creature that loomed over Dame's shoulder didn't look 12, he didn't even look human. Damian needed the fighter side of Colin though, for the younger boy to have the venom that made him Abuse run through his veins. He had made many people displeased in the past, he had lots of enemies, now it seemed like a man by the name of Frederick wanted him dead. In summary they were both running from a mercenary, a good one.

"Why didn't you stay in the cave like Batman told you?" The younger boy questioned, he really didn't know why the other just had to go on patrol.

"He does not tell me what to do." Robin protested, Abuse just sighed in response. There was no getting through that thick skull, he was happy to help anyway.

"But why call me and not him?" Abuse questioned, still not understanding that even if he had the chance of actually dieing, he still wouldn't call his father for help. The older boy just tutted in response.

"I don't need father's assistance, we will be fine without him." Came the stubborn reply. Abuse just shrugged accepting his fate and plopped down by one of the many boxes in the abandoned warehouse, leaning against it.

He didn't know what Robin was working on but he could really care less, or understand the actual meaning of the words he used. He didn't mind the use of the odd phrases  and the way too proper grammer, it was just how he talked, but when he used words like reputable or vexatious he had no idea what his friend was talking about.

"Why did we come to Blüdhaven?" Abuse's voice pierced through the air only after moments of sweet silence. Robin gritted his teeth again, he found himself questioning why he had called his acquaintance for assistance.

"Vindications." Was the vexed reply which completely flew over the younger boys head. No it didn't fly, first it walked calmly above his tone, jumped back over his tone and punched the meaning where nothing should ever be punched. All of this led to Abuse just staring blankly at the other boy.

"Can you say that again? ..... in English." The other completely stoped what ever he was doing to stare at the creature/boy/man thing with a sort of superior annoyance.

"That was in English, but to translate it into your limited vocabulary, reasons Wilkes, reasons." Robin replied as if he was talking to a toddler, yes, really questioning his choices.

"Oh, that makes more sense." Came the cheerful response, was their an insult in that previous statement? Apparently not. "What reasons?"

Robin sighed and took his hands away from his current project of setting up monitors and hacking into local security cameras to rub his eyes tiredly. "Assistance."

"I thought you didn't need help."

"I don't need assistance from father, but I do require it from someone else." Was the answer before the vigilante went back to input codes into his hologlove.

"Then from who?"

"The golden boy as Todd invokes, is of whom we shall require aid."

"Why can't you just say help?" His comment was ignored and Abuse just sighed. He was a bit exited though, the only people he had met in Damian's family was him and Bruce, which was and experience he did not want to repeat. Knowing that golden boy ment he was going to meet Nightwing filled him with giddy excitement.

He had known Damian for almost 2 years, they met when working on a child murder case, humpty dumpty killings. Some of his friends had been a victim and he found it personal, wanted to investigate. After what had happened with Scarecrow and what he had become... he just really wanted for something to go right. Being with Robin made him feel like he was helping people. He had power to make changes as Abuse, as Colin he couldn't help anyone.

But he was going to meet Nightwing!

He practically idolized him, and with the way Damian had talked about him made him seem like a really good person.... if you ignored the countless insults. It was there, laced far underneath the surface, but there

He rubbed his brass knuckles absent-mindedly, not really knowing what to do. He couldn't fathom why Robin had wanted him to come along on what could have been considering an early teenage rebellion. The vigilante seemed to be annoyed by him, like so many others.

"Abuse, we need to leave." Robin's voice suddenly echoed through the warehouse and Abuse's head shot up. Damian made eye contact with his aquatiance and the other boy shot up from his place on the floor and was by his side in a second. "He has found us."

"Should we fight it out?" Abuse questioned, his tall form looming over Robin to see the feed on his hologlove.

"No, it seems to that he has sought assistance as well."

"Help."

"Your a disgrace Wilkes." The tone wasn't as desolate and venomous as before, almost.... playful?

"Yeah but you like my disgracefulness." Was the reply he got. They were now climbing up the metal platform, leading to a window.

"Tt, thats not even a word." Robin shot back.

"I'm pretty sure half the things you say aren't words either." Robin just tutted in response as he jumped out the window in one fluid motion, Abuse following. 

As soon as they hit the ground they broke out into a run until Robin got to the end of the allyway and shot his bat hook to the top of the neighboring building. Soon they were both settled on top of high building, catching their breath in the brisk Blüdhaven air.

Why did they even stop for a breath when someone was actively chasing them? This question ran through Abuse's mind as a gun shot pierced the air. Abuse gut clenched in fear as the bullet hit its mark. It was not fear for himself, he could heal fast and with his thick skin a piece of metal wouldn't do much damage. No not fear for himself, fear for a certain brunette that grunted in pain.

The smell of copper filled the small building roof and both boys eyes widened. Robin cluched him shoulder in pain, grunting with his teeth clenched and Abuse was by his side in a second.

They both knew that they had to move, you know in order not to die or contract other injuries, but Robin was hunched over in pain. Another shot was heard but it didn't hit its mark with Abuse looming over the target, his trench coat blocking the veiw of the smaller figure.

Before Robin could blink he was in the air, being carried. He hissed as Abuse picked him up bridal style and ran over the edge of the building, landing heavily on the next. His shoulder stung as jolts of pain like lightning traveled their way up his fried nerves.

This wasn't the first time he had been shot, far from it, but he had always been rushed away from fighting by someone he trusted impeccably. Did he trust Colin? He gazed up to the distraught face of Abuse who was cradling him in his arms gently while jumping of another building despite having super strength. He could easily crush Robin, leave him there to bleed out but the 12 year old would never even dream of it and decided. Yes. He trusted him, with his life.

They finnally stoped at another roof, Abuse gently layed Robin down on the ground, who was still clutching his arm. A red tinge stained his fingers and concern built up in the redheads chest. He hated seeing his best friend hurt, in pain.

"You ok?" Abuse asked, voice filled with worry. He was crouched over the older boy protectively, like someone was going to steal the boy from him.

"Fine." Was the response through gritted teeth. Robin squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out the freyed nerves firing jolts of electric agony through his arm. "We need to get out of here."

"And go where? We need that help right about now." Abuse shot back carefully examining the wound with scrunched features. "Or at least medical attention before you bleed to death."

"Please, this is not the first time I've been shot." He argued in a strained voice, features contorting in pain as he attempted to push him self up. His breath was in pants and you could see his face losing color from its normal Arabic tan. "Presumably not the last."

The young males eyes fluttered struggling to stay open, his senses consumed with pain. Breathing was getting more and more labored, making the young Robin's head spin and at this point Abuse was panicking.  Black spots danced along Robin's vison and his death grip clutch on his heavily bleeding shoulder loosened ever so slightly.

"No, stay awake, Robin stay awake." Abuse's voice pierced through his state and his eyes opened trying to comply with the order, but they were half lidded and you could see him focused on the amount of pain. The adrenaline had run out, it made it seem so much worse than before.

"Robin" He heard the voice, but it didn't rejester in his senses. His mind was too focused on the pain, so much pain. His shoulder was on fire, heating up his hole body, he was sweating. Why was he cold? He shivered and panted, no longer able to keep his eyes open, they seemed to weigh a million pounds.

He felt hands lift his form making the blood ooze down his covered arm. He heard loud piercing noises and the clang of metal hitting metal but all he could register was the burn. His head was swarming with pain, he was supposed to be stronger than this. He was the son of the goddam Batman, he was supposed to save himself and fight of the pain. He could care less about what he was supposed to do, thinking about getting shot and getting shot are alot different.

His breath was getting shallower and he ached all over. So much pain. He head lulled to the side in his place in the running Abuse's arms. His half lidded vison turned dark as he lost consciousness. Everything faded to black.

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          -THE DAM LINE BREAK-
            (oops wrong fandom)
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POV- DICK

Nightwing watched the skyline of Blüdhaven from the edge of a tall building. He had always loved hights, the rush of cool wind on his face as he observed the city below. It really was beautiful if you looked passed the crime. The lights of the city illuminated the streets that were clogged with cars and some pedestrians even though it was 1 am.

The night had been blissfully uneventful, a couple of muggings and robberies at best. The city seemed almost calm in mist of all the chaos. Too calm.

It felt like something big was about to happen, unease. He had learned to always trust his instincts, intuitions. This was the calm before the storm, he had a feeling. So he stared down into the city of Blüdhaven, his city, with apprehension.

It wasn't a while after that when he heard gunshots.

His eyes narrowed at the sound, and his muscles tense inside his Nightwing suit immediately leaped into action. He leaped off the building, flipping twice before shooting the grappling hook and swinging fluently to the top of the next building.

He followed the sound of continuous gunshots with something as sort of glee. It had been too quiet.

He swung onto a building and watched from the perch as black clad figures seemed to be chasing something. More shots rang out and he decided to get closer and investigate before he got himself killed. He grappled to the next building and swung down to a ledge right next to the building where the men were shooting.

His eyes narrowed drastically behind his domino mask as he perceived a giant figure in a tan trench coat hunched over. There was something on the other side of him but he could make out what it was at that angle. The man yelled something that he couldn't make out and picked up something, no someone. If it was possible his eyes narrowed further.

The figure took off trying to get away from the gunfire and all he could really do was follow. The figure jumped down from the building to the next with superhuman force Nightwing followed sticking to the shadows. After getting low enough the trench coat man droped into an ally with what seemed like a sense of urgency.

He watched from the roof top as the man set the person he was carrying onto the ground and his eyes widened. The first thing that registered was the blood and then he saw who the blood belonged to. His blood boiled as he thought about someone hurting his Robin, no one hurt Damian without getting tortured painfully.

Not even caring about keeping hidden he jumped down into the ally in front of the man who had cradled the bleeding child. The man flung his head up and his face was shadowed by a hat the same color as his coat but you could see its thickness. His eyes shined with desperation in the yellowed Blüdhaven light.

"Get away from Robin." He demigod and the figures eyes widened, something flashing in his eyes, almost hurt? He didn't have time to register it as he rushed to Robin's side as soon as the man moved away. He check his pulse, it was weak but still there.

"Can you help him" A quivering voice rang out beside him and he looked to the side to see the man looming over his shoulder. He glared at the man and held Robin's shoulder trying to stop the bleeding. He picked him up, his limp body heavy and held him with one arm.

"I need to take him to the hospital." Was Nightwings reply, and Abuse narrowed his eyes. "You will not follow."

Abuse furrowed his eyes in a mix of confusion and disbelief. "Of course I'm coming, I'm his friend." Nightwing did a double take and stared at him like he was crazy. Since when did Damian have friends? The man held his hand out to him and he shook it hesitantly. "Abuse."

"Nightwing." Dick replied and he began to grapple away not even waiting for Robin's little friend. Abuse caught up to him and jumped from building to building until they were on top of Blüdhavens uptown hospital.

He looked to the man and he found him looking back with the same innocence and worry as a child. How did he manage that?

"What the hell happened?"

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   -THIS LINE BREAK IS ASTEROUS-
        (did I get it right this time?)
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POV -Damian

Damian blink his eyes open, and blinked again. Everything was bright and unpelucid as if he hadn't viewed an illuminated sorce in a significant amount of time. He tried to think, but everything was perplexing, her couldn't recall any significant events at the moment.

He blinked a couple of more times, clearing out his vision, and looked around his surroundings. The walls were painted white and adorned the  shapes of marine organisms with immensely vivid colors. He took deep breaths and the scent of sanitized air hit his nostrils. At that moment he remembered, the pain, the mercenaries. He reached around and grazed his fingers over his bandaged shoulder, wincing slightly on the contact.

His mind was disoriented and was not functioning as efficiently as he considered standard. Pharmaceutical treatment. He sighed and pushed himself slowly into a sitting position with his undamaged arm, ignoring the nausea. He couldn't recall anything prior to falling unconscious, so how did he get to a hospital?

He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to block out the sudden wave of nausea. It was a few moments later that the door opened to reveal a weary eyes Dick out of his Nightwing costume and holding a cup of coffee, the man's eyes widened when he viewed his brother sitter up on the bed. He rushed to his side and pull ed do him into a hug. He tensed defensively in the contact but his disoriented mind allowed it to happen.

"Baby bird, you had no idea how worried I was." Dick gushed and Damian pursed his lips in a moment of awkwardness. Dick slowly released his death grip on him and sat on the edge of the mattress. Damian not really fully awake and still not functioning normally asked the first thing on his mind.

"Where is Abuse?" Of course he wanted to know where Colin was, just because he was a really buff child when he so chose doesn't translate to he should be left alone in a city full of murderers. He was just as much as  a child as normal 12 year old, sure he could take care of himself but he wouldn't really no where to go. Dick just looked around nervously and fiddled with his hands.

"Uh... I don't really no..." he felt his eyebrows raising and his face becoming stoney. "Since when do you have friends?" His frown deepend.

"He is but my partner in periodical circumstances." He replied gruffly, glaring at his older brother. He view Dick as the one to raise his eyebrows.

"You know you hurt me." A childish voice rang out through the room and both males swung there head around to see short redhead boy standing in the doorway of the room. The boy poked his chest and frowned in fake hurt. "Right here Dami, right in heart."

Dick had a hint of surprise pass over his features but Damian just scowled at the boy. The redhead moved into the room shooting Dick and annoyed glance before moving next to the bed. Dick just kind of mimicked Saltwaters friends.

"And thanks Mr. Ninja for ditching me, I enjoyed finding my way around a hospital in a while other city." The boy continued and Damian sighed. Dick kept up with his opened mouth ventriloquism.

"Colin you are insufferable."

"You know you like it."

"Thank you, for your assistance, though I would have been fine by myself."

"Help Dami, just say help."

"I'm so confused."