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sansypansy · 5 months

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"Let's ditch this party."

Damian let out a frustrated sigh. He didn't know what Father was thinking, hosting this gala to celebrate his youngest omega son's coming-of-age. All night, Damian had to endure the suffering presence of sleazy alphas sniffing after the Wayne fortune through his hand in marriage.

Did Bruce really think Damian would appreciate this gesture? Ridiculous. In the public eye, this looked nothing more than an attempt to scope for potential suitors. None of these greedy, corrupted men could ever dream to meet his standards. Damian was a prince.

If it had been back at the League, Grandfather would have made them go through several death trials to prove themselves worthy. They wouldn't have survived the first round.

Damian huffed, setting down his glass and stepping out to the balcony for fresh air. He hated this.

He didn't want an alpha who thought he could be bought with money or jewelry. He didn't want a mate who couldn't make a prideful omega like him to submit willingly. Damian would never drop to his knees for any alpha who was unworthy in strength, loyalty and devotion.

"Now why would the star of the party be brooding out here alone?"

Damian jerked and turned his head toward the owner of the voice. There was Jason, all suited up and leaning against the adjacent railing with a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

"Todd. How did you get in here?"

Damian's surprise was justified. Jason never attended any galas Bruce hosted, and the animosity between the pack leader and the wayward alpha was a constant simmer. Damian was sure the man had never received a formal invitation to the event. Jason must have snuck in.

"Child's play," Jason replied casually. "Heard the old man was throwing some extravagant 18th birthday party for you, but all I've seen are filthy lowlives trying to get their hands on ya."

There was a sneer on his lips which didn't go unnoticed by Damian.

"I've stopped trying to understand Father's decisions." He sighed, leaning on the railing with his elbows and staring into the distance. "It's not as if he truly understands me in return, anyway. He never knows what I want. He never listens."

There was a moment of silence before Jason spoke. "Run away with me, then."

"What?" Damian looked at him incredulously.

"Let me take you out of this stuffy place. Let's go to town or wherever the night takes us." The man shrugged. "I doubt you wanna stay here any longer, right?"

The omega's brows furrowed. "You want me to leave this gala Father has organized for me with the delinquent alpha of the pack who snuck in without permission?"

Blue eyes tainted by Lazarus green stared at him intensely as Jason finished his cigarette and squashed it under the heel of his foot.

"Batdaddy wouldn't like that, but," he shot back evenly, "what he doesn't know wouldn't hurt him."

And Jason was right. It wasn't as though Bruce was paying attention to Damian, anyway. He hadn't even noticed that the omega was no longer among the attendees.

"Okay."

The alpha smirked. He offered a hand, and Damian took it before letting out a yelp as Jason pulled him close and swept one arm under his legs. Damian held onto Jason's neck as the man hopped onto the railing.

"Alright little prince, let's ditch this party."

And he leaped.

The rest of the evening felt like a fever dream. Jason took Damian on a motorcycle ride throughout the city, occasionally stopping for street food and quick drinks at lively bars. They even got to drop kick some thugs trying to mug them like true Gothamites. It was fun. It was exhilarating. Damian loved every second of it because Jason made him laugh. Made him smile with that devilishly handsome grin and the mischievous glint in his eyes. Made him feel safe as he was pressed against Jason's broad back on the cycle. Made him feel seen.

They stopped at Gotham harbor, sharing a small cake Jason had bought in honor of Damian's birthday while sitting intimately close on the ledge.

"So, was it better than the snobby rich party Bruce threw for you?" Jason asked, chewing on another piece. "Did you have fun?"

"It was satisfactory," Damian admitted, turning his head to fully gaze up at the alpha as his lips curled into a genuine smile. "Thank you, Todd."

Jason went oddly quiet as he stared into the omega's eyes, and Damian titled his head curiously.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"N-nothing." The older man swallowed, avoiding Damian's gaze. "Anyway, if Bruce does find out, just put the blame on me. I'll take care of it."

"Todd-"

"And, ya know, if you need a place to stay for awhile because he's angry, you can come to me. I don't mind."

Damian blinked, lips slightly parted in surprise at the blush growing on Jason's cheeks as the alpha continued to babble. "It's not the mansion, but it's my den, and I take good care of it. I never run out of food, and the surrounding territory is mine, so you don't have to wo-"

Jason stopped abruptly and glanced down at the index finger on his mouth before shifting back to Damian's fond expression. The boy replaced his finger with his lips in a chaste kiss that didn't last long but left a silent promise for more. He leaned his head on Jason's shoulder after, closing his eyes serenely and snuggling closer for warmth.

"I'll think about it," Damian said simply, and that was enough for both of them. Jason's arm wound around him and brought him closer.

It was the best birthday he'd ever had.

#bottom damian #jaydami #ficlet #omega damian wayne #alpha jason todd #batcest #fluff

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bee-a-garbage-shipper · 29 days

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HI I thought you'd like to vote on this poll!!!! Because I hate how annoying people can be (and yes I voted for yes and that's the propaganda I'm trying to give here lol) don't feel forced to! https://www.tumblr.com/bibibusinessman/745499108695048193/do-you-support-batcest-even-for-not-legal-batkids?source=share

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Yes I would like to vote. Yes I did vote yes. And yes I am incredibly bitter about the amount of people in the tags and comments saying Babs and Steph aren't really BatFam members.

Like one, the fans at large didn't fight fucking hard to get Babs and Steph as officially recognized as BatFam members.

And two, Jim and Bruce are friends there's no way that baby Babs didn't call Bruce Uncle at least once. Dick//Babs is a Cousin Ship and I will die on that hill.

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cadkitten · 3 months

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Jay/Dami

Patrol is soon, too soon in Damian's opinion. If anyone were to ask, he'd say he'd much prefer to stay here, so close to the man he loves, heedless the rest of the city. Jason makes him feel like there's hope in Gotham's dim soul and that means something. Maybe one day he'll say the words, whisper his truth to the universe against Jason's ear. Until then he says 'beloved' and hopes it's enough to convey all that lies in his heart.

Art Commission by the lovely @snowzapped

Obligatory reminder: @jaydamiweek is coming soon! Check it out here.

#jaydami #damijay #jason todd #damian wayne #fanart #jaydamiweek

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jaydamiweek · 4 months

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JayDamiWeek2024 Prompts

2/17/24 - 2/23/24

2/17: Truth Pollen/Serum | Forced Proximity | Dimension Travel

2/18: Falling for each other through book annotations | Time Travel | Casefic

2/19: Caught | Gun Kink | Separated by Circumstance & Coming Together Again

2/20: Clothed Partner/Naked Partner | Batman!Damian | Naughty

2/21: Jealousy | Body Swap | Animal Transformation

2/22: Sexual Awakening | Adopting animals/animal care | Magic Shenanigans

2/23: "I'm broken. That doesn't mean I need to be fixed." | Batman won't like this | FREE DAY: Use one of the other prompts or one of your own!

When posting your works, be sure to use the tags #JayDamiWeek and/or #JayDamiWeek2024. If posting to AO3 please post to our collection here. See Rules for additional information. Be sure to tag your works appropriately.

The other prompts are below the cut for reference.

Getting to know each other Gifts Accidental child [or pet/animal] acquisition Canon Divergence Tattoos, Piercings, Body Art Elseworlds Pet Play I hate that I need you Crossover AU Age Regression Sleep Deprivation Rescue Disaster/Emergency Relief Talon!Damian Father Todd Painting Shotgunning Cabin in the Woods Stranded Argument Debate Club AU

#JayDamiWeek #JayDamiWeek2024 #JayDami #DamiJay #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne

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tentatoddweek · 1 month

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welcome back~

tentatodd week is under new mod-ership! i'm dee ( @marirah ) and I have a poll for you

this is to gauge interest in event timing! thanks for your time and hopefully i'll see you soon

#tentatodd week #tentatodd #Jason todd #red hood #dc comics #dc fanfiction #jaydick #brujay #jayde #sladejay #jaytim #jaydami #damijay #timjay

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ladytauria · 4 months

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kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference with jaydami <33

*puts on clown nose*

reverse robins, anybody? xD

thank sm for the prompt maya <3 i knew p much immediately what i wanted to do with it, but it took a bit for the fic to actually take shape, lol.

i hope you enjoy!

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Jason’s life would be so much easier if Damian wasn’t so damn pretty.

Every so often, Bruce is expected to host some of his peers for dinner and drinks—some long-standing tradition that Bruce can get away with skipping out on sometimes, but too much, and people will start to talk. It's stupid, but part of the cover.

If you ask Jason, they're worse than galas. He misses the days he could duck out after dinner. He guesses he still could, but— Now that he's older, it's a little more expected for him to actually participate.

Jason would rather not. He knows plenty of Gotham’s upper crust would rather he didn’t, too, no matter how well Jason has managed to assimilate. But… he has plans, and unfortunately, he can acknowledge that they’ll be raised if he’s in somewhat good standing among the folks with the money.

Doesn’t make attending any easier.

At least he only has to worry about attending the ones Bruce hosts. Eventually his peers will start inviting him to theirs, but for now, he’s still being very quietly snubbed. Which—for the moment at least—suits him just fine, plans or no.

Damian showed up this time, an hour before dinner started; wrapped in green and gold and looking like he just stepped off of a magazine cover. Jason barely paid attention at dinner tonight—too busy trying not to blush anytime Damian sent him a sly smile, or covertly rolled his eyes, or signed something discreetly across the table. He knew it was hardly private—Bruce had been there, he’d surely caught every one—but. The attention—

It made him feel… special.

Stupid, of course. Damian hardly sees him that way. He’s… To Damian, he’s family, and that’s all he’ll ever be.

But it’s kind of nice to pretend, when he gets the chance.

Bruce’s final guests are finally on their way out the door. Jason sits, chin in hand, at the top of the stairs, watching as Damian and Alfred see them out. He thinks the whole house breathes a sigh of relief when they finally leave. Alfred excuses himself to the kitchen, likely to oversee the temporary staff Bruce hires for these things. He’ll have them out the door as soon as possible, too, and then Jason will finally be able to sleep.

Damian lingers by the door for a moment. Then, finally, he begins to ascend the stairs. "Jason," he says. It’s a greeting and a question all in one.

Jason stands, smoothing the wrinkles from his slacks. “Can’t sleep until I know everyone’s gone,” he says. He knows they’d never be able to get into the family wing, not with Bruce’s security, but—

Old fears are hard to shake. Jason never sleeps well when there are strangers around, no matter how many locks Bruce gives him for his door.

Damian nods, like this is perfectly reasonable, and not a weird hang-up of Jason’s. ‘Course, considering... Damian probably feels the same way. That— It’s not comforting, ‘cause Jason hates to think of why he might, but… At the same time... it's reassuring to know he’s not alone.

Damian stops a few steps down from him. Like this, they’re almost at eye level; Damian’s eyes just past Jason’s nose.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” Jason says. Mostly just to say something. Keep the conversation going, even if just for a little while. It’s not often anymore that it’s just the two of them. He can’t begrudge Dickie the comfort of Damian’s presence, nor would he ever want to lose his time with Tim, but—

He does miss, sometimes, when it was just Damian and Jason—and sometimes Steph or Cass.

Damian hums. “Father is not as unbearable at these as he is at other functions, but. I’d still be remiss in my obligations if I left you to deal with him alone for too long.”

Jason knows his ‘obligations’ are purely platonic. He knows. His heart flutters, though; the traitorous bastard putting a more romantic lilt on the word. “Well. I appreciate it,” he says, softly. He bites his lip. “I… It’s nice. Having you around.”

Damian smiles. It’s small; mostly in his eyes, the way they upturn at the corners. “It is nice to, ah, ‘be around’,” he says. He reaches up to smooth down the lapel of Jason's blazer. Even through the layers, his touch burns like a brand. “You’ve grown up well, habibi.” His mouth curls up, just a little bit more.

The compliment is unexpected. The smile even more. And the touch—

Jason flushes scarlet. Every blush he’d fought back at dinner hits him now, and he feels a little lightheaded with it.

That, he decides, is the reason he leans down, foolishly, and presses a kiss right against one of those upturned corners. “Thanks,” he breathes—and then, heart threatening to beat right out of his chest, he flees to the safety of his bedroom, leaving Damian alone in the stairwell.

[ 50 Types of Kisses ]

#i left jason's age ambiguous #personally picturing him at 16/17 #but!#also the dinner party thing #idk enough about modern high society so im borrowing from older traditions #kind of #i dunno i just needed a set up and that's what came to mind xD #tauriawritesfanfic #jaydami #damijay #dcu #reverse robins #asks and answers #waffleinator-inator

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lazaruspiss · 10 months

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#dc memes #damijay #jaydami #jason todd #damian wayne #dami responds by kicking him btw

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salzz4r · 1 month

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No song today(?

#jaydami #jason todd fanart #jason todd #damian wayne fanart #damian wayne #robin damian #trans damian wayne #artists on tumblr #fanart #digital art #sketch #robin #red hood #robin fanart #batboys #batcest

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happyk44 · 8 months

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lmao what if if damian wasn't a baby when jason got ducked into the laz so instead we have this like. six/seven year old staring at near feral pit madness jason thinking "i can domesticate him" and then cut to a few years later talia drops damian off in gotham with his "pet"

#all jason's must be doggified okay i'm sorry thems the rules #jason todd #damian wayne #jaydami #happy talks dc

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ao3feed-jaydami · 2 months

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Hooked

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JSvCX96 by forestgreen "I'm not paying you 1,000 dollars to go out with me!" Damian protests, affronted. Words: 3664, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - Fandom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Jason Todd, Damian Wayne Relationships: Jason Todd/Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jason Todd is Not Adopted, Jason Todd is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Blackmail, Premature Ejaculation, First Time Blow Jobs, First Time, Virginity, Kink Discovery, Verbal Humiliation, Humiliation kink, sexual awakening read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JSvCX96

#AO3Feed #fanfic #JayDami #DamiJay #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #Red Hood #Robin

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woshibaixianggua · 1 year

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#jason todd #dc robin #dc fanart #dc comics #batfam #damian wayne #jaydami #jaydick #damidick

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sansypansy · 1 year

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power bottom damian [horny noises]

how abt instead of him being smitten with any of the batboys, it's them who are smitten with him instead? it's them who are suddenly hot and flustered when he sends them a sultry gaze. it's them who bend over backwards to please damian for a chance to be taken to his bed.

damian watches impassively with his legs spread as dick is on his knees, jerking off with a whine as he's allowed to look at the boy's delectable cunt, but never touch. it's only when dick is covered in his own cum that damian allows him a taste.

jason is tied to the bed as damian rides him hard and fast, all the while caressing his face and giving him praises that jason has never received from anyone, but secretly craved. jason stares at the sensual way damian moves on top of him and thinks he's gone to heaven.

tim is the most desperate to please and receive affection, so damian practically has him on a leash. he's only allowed to slides his cock inside damian's pussy after he's worshipped the younger's body. tim ruts mindlessly, spurred on by dami's sweet words until his climax.

#dickdami #jaydami #timdami #robinpile #power bottom #bottom damian #heacanons

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pending-dope-username · 2 months

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as part of the #DCUValentinesDay2024 hosted by @wait-whos-batman , I wrote this little piece!!

I hope you enjoy! it's also posted here on ao3, i don't think im ever gonna let you leave. this was definitely one of my favorite pieces to work on.

Summary:

Jason wakes up to a surprise a few days before Valentine's day. Damian makes him breakfast, takes him on a date, and then asks an important question.

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Jason woke up slowly. His eyes fluttered open and his system started up. He scans his room, nothing out of the ordinary. His body is slowly forced into a sitting position and he’s hit with the sudden smell of something. It smells good, whatever it is. Like meat and pancakes. Suddenly he feels a bit alarmed. There shouldn’t be anyone in his house but nothing feels off. So he carefully gets up out of bed, grabbing one of his guns off his nightstand. He approaches the kitchen quietly, pausing at the door as all tension leaves his body. There, at the stove, is Damian. He’s humming softly and flipping pancakes. There’s a plate of bacon beside him and a bowl of scrambled eggs. A smile creeps its way onto Jason’s face and he lays the gun on the counter quietly. He makes his silent way behind the other before plastering against his back and wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Damian mutters. This earns him several kisses to his neck, Jason’s hands rubbing against his stomach and hips. “I made breakfast for you. Eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Toast is in the toaster.” His voice is small, to not break the peaceful moment. This is when Jason knows just how much the other cares for him.

“Thank you, baby.” He rumbles voice husky from sleep. More kisses follow the curve of the brunette’s neck and shoulder. The toaster goes off, signaling the toast is ready, and Damian plates the last pancake. He easily makes Jason’s plate with the other still plastered to his back.

“Here, let’s sit.” He nudges the big man towards the table and Jason reluctantly pulls away to sit. Once Damian is in reach, he tugs him into his lap earning giggles from the teen. One more kiss to the cheek and then he’s digging in. He pauses a few times to feed Damian pancake bites, knowing it’s the only thing vegan. It’s nice. He loves the domesticity of it, enjoying the silence as they coexist. His hand is back to rubbing against the other’s hip. They don’t say anything, just sit there with each other, letting the silence wash over them in comfort. Jason loves these moments when he gets to just hold his partner. When they don’t have any pressing matters, no bank robberies, no crime rings, no Batman, or Justice League. He loves it when it’s just Damian and Jason.

His plate is clear and Damian is now getting out of his lap to put it in the sink. “I planned something for us to do since I won’t be around for Valentine’s Day,” Damian says. Jason’s heart lurches, happy that Damian wanted to do something but sad that they can’t share the real day. He knows it’s because they have yet to tell their family and Damian has a gala he will be forced to attend, but he still aches when he thinks about it. He wishes he could spend Valentine’s Day spoiling his lover. If he had it his way, he’d lock the teen up and never let him go. He presses a kiss to the other’s forehead.

“Tell me about it?” He asks softly.

“We’ll go to an aquarium and then the library. After, we’ll go out for lunch. Then we will come back here and watch a movie.” He replies, leaning into Jason.

“Let me get dressed?” He asks Damian. The brunette reluctantly gets off his lap to let him up. He trails behind him as he goes to the bedroom. Jason gathers a simple pair of dark jeans and a t-shirt. He pulls the clothes on before tugging on his leather jacket. He turns and sees that Damian’s eyes are shamelessly scanning his body, obviously having been staring at his body. Jason chucks a shirt at him. “Hey, eyes up here, perv.” His voice laced with affection and teasing.

“Fuck off.” Damian’s voice is small, eyes turning away with red-tinged cheeks. His arms cross over his chest. Jason chuckles as he walks over and rests his hands on his waist.

“Don’t be like that.” One hand rests on Damian’s cheek and he tilts his head up so he can press a kiss to his lips. The kiss is sweet and short. Jason pulls away with a small smile before Damian pushes forward to give a deeper kiss. Their lips lock together, moving in sync. Jason’s tongue presses against the younger’s lips before it slides into his mouth. They’re tongues dance and they hold each other close, Damian’s arms unwrapping from himself to loosely rest around Jason’s middle.

While this kiss is hungrier than the last, it’s still sweet and slow, full of the love they hold for each other. They are happy to just exist together, share the same oxygen, and overall be one in two bodies. There’s no urgency here, just the push and pull of two mouths. They’re pouring everything they have into it. Thousands of words left unsaid being spilled into it, ‘I love you’s dressed in saliva and teeth, ‘I need you’s pushing from one to the other. There’s so much going on, yet nothing happening at the same time. They’re one and the same, a coin with two sides. Two forms of violence and rage meeting in the middle. Separately, they’re the raging storm, together they’re the eye. They pull away reluctantly after a while, desperate for the oxygen.

They pant as they just hold each other and stare into each other’s eyes. “I love you, Dami.” Jason’s voice is soft and a small smile sits on his lips, a voice and smile reserved for the youngest Wayne alone. Damian buries his face in the crook of Jason’s neck, flushed a deep red. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat, one that Jason has learned is his own embarrassed way of expressing the same sentiment back. He can feel the smile against his skin and he presses a kiss to the top of black hair in response. This earns him a small peck to his neck. “Now, you said you had a day planned for us.”

Damian removes himself and grabs his hand before tugging him out the door. “I hope you enjoy it.” He says, a little bit of insecurity lacing his voice.

“As long as I’m with you, I will,” Jason admits. He didn’t know when he became such a sap. Perhaps it was when Damian first said he loved him, or maybe it was the second those big blue eyes had turned to his. He’s not sure. But he wouldn’t change it for the world. He had read plenty of love stories as a kid, wishing for that one day. His relationship with Damian isn’t like those books, but it’s better. It’s filled with soft moments they share on the couch, moments of fiery passion wherever they can escape to, and most importantly sappy little moments like this. After the pit, he found it hard to enjoy the love stories, fearing he was always going to be too angry to have that. But then Damian came in like a firecracker in a room full of fireworks. One small spark and then everything was ablaze. No corner of his heart left unburned, not a single speck left unaffected.

Jason loved Damian. There was no getting around it. He was happy when he finally got Damian how he wanted. Now they spend lazy mornings cuddling and busy nights thinking of each other. They start their days with each other when they can and always end their nights with each other. It’s not always easy to be together physically so they make do with texts and calls at night when it’s necessary. It’s not perfect but it’s them.

Jason gets on his motorcycle after confirming the aquarium’s location. Damian hops on the back, arms locking around his middle once more. His body is pressed unnecessarily close but Jason doesn’t mind. The ride is nice, filled with the soft of hum of a playlist in both their helmets. Once they arrive, they pay for their tickets and enter the building. “So, where to first, baby bird?” Jason asks.

“There’s a new dolphin exhibit,” Damian suggests and Jason lets him lead him that way. They get to watch as the workers care for the dolphins and it turns out they arrived just in time for their physical therapy. “All these dolphins were illegally captured. They were gonna be killed for sport and meat. But they were rescued and now they’re here, getting better.” Damian mutters as if he doesn’t expect anyone to hear.

“That’s pretty cool that they’re taking all these sick animals in.” Jason drapes an arm around the other’s shoulders. They spend the rest of the time at the aquarium like this. Damian rants about the animals, talking about how horrible people are for wanting to hurt them, and Jason gives his input when Damian lets him. It’s pretty simple and fun. Jason loves it when Damian gets all passionate about things. It makes him want to kiss him. But he can’t because they’re in public and someone might recognize the Wayne boy. Once they’re done there, they go to the library just as promised. This part of the date is spent more quietly than anything.

They stand in front of bookshelves, shoulders pressed together as they point at random books or show each other something in an attempt to make them laugh. Jason gets a couple of laughs out of Damian and vice versa. They make their way through the library, finding themselves in a far corner. It’s here that Jason give in to the urge to kiss his boyfriend. He gets Damian’s attention to show him a book written about a Nazi where the cover has been totally defaced. In the middle of Damian’s laugh, Jason presses forward to kiss him. It doesn’t take long for the book to end up on the ground and Damian to be pressed against the shelf.

Jason’s pressing his body against the younger, hands trained on his waist. The kiss is passionate and full of devotion. Damian’s arms come up to wrap around the taller man’s neck. Suddenly he’s being hoisted up by the thighs, legs instinctively wrapping around his lover. Tongue and teeth clash as they battle for dominance, something they both know will go to Jason. It’s simple and hungry, full of the pent-up energy they’ve been staving off since they left Jason’s apartment. Jason’s hands dig into the meat of Damian’s thighs, sure to leave marks. He kisses a trail down his jaw to his neck where he nips and sucks. He covers his neck and shoulder in hickeys, loving to leave his mark. He doesn’t really care that Damian will have to explain it later, it’s not the first time it’s happened. Sure, there are ways to get rid of them but neither of them like that. They both enjoy seeing Jason’s marks on his body.

There’s a cough somewhere behind them and Damian tries to shove Jason off, he can clearly see whoever it is. Jason doesn’t go easily but eventually, he stops and sets the other back on the ground. Damian’s face is flushed and he’s trying to fix his shirt. Whoever interrupted them seems to have just been wanting a book from where they were standing and they don’t say anything as they get it and leave. Damian harshly shoves Jason. “What the fuck!” He whisper yells. This earns a laugh from the older one before he turns around to leave the library. Damian follows in annoyance.

“So, where did you want to get lunch?” Jason asks, getting on his motorcycle. Damian tells him the name and location, letting the drive clear his mind. They make it there without a hitch, only experiencing a little bit of a hiccup once inside.

“Sorry, we don’t take walk-ins. Reservation only.” The hostess says when she sees them.

“I have a reservation under Alfred Pennyworth,” Damian says, voice stiff and solid, commanding no bullshit. The hostess eyes them warily before checking her book. She seems a bit upset that the reservation is legit and takes them reluctantly to a table in the back. It’s far from prying eyes, half walls and curtains keeping them mostly concealed. At least no one would know they’re here.

“Thank you,” Damian says before she walks off again. “She was disrespectful.” He glares at her retreating figure. Jason laughs.

“What do you expect? We aren’t exactly in high-end clothes at the moment.” He challenges. This earns an eye-roll from the other before a menu is chucked at his head. They chat for a bit until the waiter comes around to take their order. His eyes widen when they catch sight of Damian’s neck and then shoot over to look at Jason. He just smirks at him before reciting his order. The waiter scurries off quickly.

“Todd, how badly did you fuck up my neck?” Damian asks in annoyance.

“Not that bad.” He smiles sweetly. In reality, the entire right side of Damian’s neck is almost completely pink, a few spots already turning purple. Damian rolls his eyes once more before taking a sip of his drink. Their food arrives and they spend the meal chatting about life and patrol. Eventually, it moves to the topic of the gala.

“Father said I should take a date.” Damian says. Jason freezes. They haven’t exactly talked too much about when they will announce their relationship, leaving a lot of unanswered questions. Jason knows Damian wouldn’t leave him or cheat on him but he also knows that he has to put a good image forward. And that good image is not with his previously declared dead recently declared alive ex-brother on his arm.

“Is there, um, someone in mind.” He asks carefully.

“Yes. But I don’t know if they’ll be up for it.” Damian responds.

“Who is it?” Jason really hopes it’s one of the supers or perhaps Billy. Those will be easier to convince to be a one-time date.

“You.” Damian’s answer knocks the breath out of Jason and his fork clatters to his plate.

“What?” His heart is racing and he doesn’t know if he heard right.

“Jason Todd, I love you and you are the most important person in my life. We have been dating for over a year now and I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want you to attend the Valentine’s Charity Gala as my date. Do you accept?” Damian’s voice sounds formal but Jason can see him fidgeting nervously with his napkin. Jason reaches out and locks their fingers together.

“Of course, Dami. Anything for the love of my life.” His smile is soft and his heart melts when he sees Damian relax and let a smile grace his face. They talk about how they’re going to announce it and decide on meeting at the gala.

And when Damian acts all secretive about his date, it drives his family mad. They start to suspect he’s lying until they pull up and Jason Todd hops off his motorcycle in a nice suit and offers Damian his arm. The press have a field day with it and their family is shocked. The gala goes smoothly and at the end of the night, the two hop on Jason’s motorcycle after a small kiss and drive off to his apartment. A few months later, they announced their engagement, and then a wedding the next year, completing their family with kids not long after, but for now, they sit and stare lovingly at each other from across the table of a fancy restaurant while they share a desert.

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