justanotherscarecrow:

damianfuckingstark:

They are. Though are they as good as me?

[He leaned close, a playful grin on his lips.]

…They’re better cats than you.  But you’re a pretty good kitten.

[He couldn’t help a raise of his brows, the grin still in place, though it was slowly changing into something else—still playful, but in a different sense.]

A kitten? Am I? Ah, if that’s the case, then I must admit, you’re quite skilled at making this kitten purr.

justanotherscarecrow:

They certainly do.  They’re good cats.

They are. Though are they as good as me?

[He leaned close, a playful grin on his lips.]

justanotherscarecrow:

damianfuckingstark:

What can I say? Sometimes I forget, in the heat of the moment.

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These cats are a pain in my ass.

[He almost made a smartass comment, but he kept it to himself.]

Yes well, you love them and they love you.

You didn’t.

Come into my ask box and tell me what sort of lover you think my muse is.

theflyinggrayson:

damianfuckingstark:

[He didn’t retaliate at the push, smirking instead as he stumbled back a step.]

Ah, not so pleasant when the tables are turned, hm?

[Puts his hands in the air and turns.]

      Not so pleasant.

[When Dick turned away, there was a moment when Damian’s guard dropped and a genuinely affectionate look crossed his face. However, it disappeared as quickly as it appeared, covered instead by the smug expression.]

You have to make sure you can take what you deal out. One of Father’s many lessons, remember?

justanotherscarecrow:

Next time remember to shut the door.

What can I say? Sometimes I forget, in the heat of the moment.

theflyinggrayson:

[And a little part of the boy-scout-in-an-adult-man’s-body dies a little. He pushes Damian in surprise, nudging his head.]

    —Heyheyhey, nooo. No.

Inappropriate.

[He didn’t retaliate at the push, smirking instead as he stumbled back a step.]

Ah, not so pleasant when the tables are turned, hm?

justanotherscarecrow:

damianfuckingstark:

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Well Persephone will have to find a new perch. As for your work, well, I’ll do my best not to wrinkle the pages too badly.

You know she likes to be near me when I work or… Anything.

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There is nothing creepier than looking up in the middle and having a pair of glowing cat eyes watching from the dresser.

theflyinggrayson:

damianfuckingstark:

Ah, never fails to disappoint me.

Still, you concede defeat. Now as for Todd…

Good luck. He’s the stubborn half.

      —Of my puzzle piece, I mean. Because we’re in love. And kiss a lot. And get freaky in the down below.

[Oh. Is that how it’s going to be? His eyes narrowed at that, leaning in close to whisper—]

I’ve had my hand in Jonathan’s hair as I watched him suck me off.

[You might be bark and no bite Dick, but we all know that isn’t true of Damian, and he certainly doesn’t hold his punches.]