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thatassassinkid:

I don’t have your phone number, West. You never gave it to me. -He rolled his own eyes back and pouted.- Please, I could admit it if I wanted to. I simply don’t need to.

*A mischievous smirk spread across her face* Are you asking for my number, Dami? No, I suppose you don’t need to, it’s obvious. But now that I’m back… *She lightly tapped the end of his nose with one finger* what are we going to do?

Yes, West, I am asking for your number. Give it to me. -Has his phone out momentarily, awaiting the description.- Tt. Think what you like. -He blinked at the tap and then pulled a face.- It may have escaped your notice but the entirety of the Al Ghul family and League of Assassins are after me. And I’m attempting to bring them down. We need to finish getting the team together and start training again. That is, any of the team that want to be a part of this. I’ve gotten Wilkes out of the orphanage and am in contact with Nell at the moment.

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thatassassinkid:

Setting up new places to stay, safe houses, systems, training areas. Restoring Teen Titans Tower to its previous glory. Being responsible, West, not something you’d know anything about.

If you wanted help, you could have called, you know. I might have even answered. *She rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose* Oh, don’t be all sour because you don’t want to admit to missing me.

I don’t have your phone number, West. You never gave it to me. -He rolled his own eyes back and pouted.- Please, I could admit it if I wanted to. I simply don’t need to.

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thatassassinkid:

Oh good, you’re not dead after all. -Resists the urge to touch her.- Where have you been?

Uh, nope, didn’t know I was in danger of being dead. *She smiled and shrugged* Oh, you know, here and there. India, France, Spain, all the fun places. You?

Setting up new places to stay, safe houses, systems, training areas. Restoring Teen Titans Tower to its previous glory. Being responsible, West, not something you’d know anything about.

Damian knew that face. He wondered if she remembered him, though. They had been training together before his kidnapping, but there seemed to be versions of everyone lately. Was this his Nell?

“Hello.”

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thatassassinkid:

I thought I saw Iris. I mean, West.

You rang?

Oh good, you’re not dead after all. -Resists the urge to touch her.- Where have you been?

I thought I saw Iris. I mean, West.

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thatassassinkid:

After his initial statement, he’d slowly gotten the nuns to do exactly as he wanted and after a while they were even getting out the papers.

After all, soon Colin would be on his own anyway. Better for him to be taken care of by the Wayne family than simply on the streets.

And so, when Colin arrived, Damian was as smug as if the universe had been his doing and the sisters all ruffled from the young man’s long speeches.

“What do you think’s happening? I’m taking you home, you idiot. Go get your stuff packed while I sign all this stuff, and then we can get going.” He was sounding a tad impatient, and as impertinent as ever. But there was a tiny bit of excitement showing and a spark in his eyes.

Colin could only really respond to Damian’s answer by staring at him disbelievingly before glancing around the room for confirmation. When one of the sisters gave him a small nod, a wide smile spread across his lips and he darted back out of the room.

It didn’t take long to pack his things. In fact, it took an almost dishearteningly short amount of time. He had few belongings other than his clothes and schoolbooks. Once his room was stripped bare of scattered clothing and torn newspaper articles, he looked over it one last time from the doorway. He’d spent years here; it had been his most stable home, yet he felt no major sadness upon the concept of leaving. He was only excited, if a little nervous.

He rejoined the group a few minutes later, having missed a lot of the paperwork. He sat at Damian’s side as he was talked through the basics of his transition and signed along the dotted lines. 

“You already got the apartment?” he asked Damian as the papers were taken away to be filed and forgotten.

“No, I came because we’re going to be living on the street.” Damian said and then snorted, “Yes, I got the apartment. It’s partially set up, basics of furniture. Didn’t want to do anything more than that without you. Of course, if you don’t like anything we can replace it, get something else that you’d prefer, more your style, and so on.” 

He stretched out in the seat and couldn’t hide his smile, “I can’t wait for you to see it.” 

As soon as the nuns said they could leave, Damian grabbed Colin’s hand roughly. He allowed for time for goodbyes before leaving the orphanage quickly behind and pulling his companion to their car. Standing awkwardly next to it, he leaned in and gently kissed Colin’s lips before stepping back.

“Uh… shall we?”