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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics), Anita_Blake:_Vampire_Hunter_-_Laurell_K._Hamilton
  Relationship:
      Jason_Todd/Damian_Wayne, Cassandra_Cain/Damian_Wayne, Jason_Todd/Damian
      Wayne/Cassandra_Cain
  Character:
      Damian_Wayne, Cassandra_Cain, Jason_Todd, Bruce_Wayne, Dick_Grayson, Tim
      Drake, Stephanie_Brown, Barbara_Gordon
  Additional Tags:
      Anita_Blake_verse, Preternatural_community
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-04 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3770
****** For Thy Affection ******
by unboundpen
Summary
     The Batfam in the world of Anita Blake. A world where the
     supernatural coexists with humans and specific laws are placed to
     justify the deaths that have been going on. The Batfam, however, is
     heavily reliant on the vampire power in Gotham. Bruce Wayne is dubbed
     as the Master of the City, while his son is a live miracle and a
     mystery within the vampire community.
Notes
     So as stated in the summary, I'll be using the Anita Blake universe,
     but I will also do my own take in regards to Damian, considering that
     all the books in the AB series has never mentioned someone like
     Damian. Or in this case, being the son of two old and powerful
     vampires.
***** Prologue *****
Companionship is all that Damian had longed for within the confines of his old
home. His mother, Talia Al Ghul, was one of the most feared women on the
eastern side of the world. Ra’s Al Ghul was no better with his agenda to clean
up the world of despicable crime that stained the earth. Both were always busy
with that mission, one of which would be placed upon his shoulders should the
need arise. Being part of the high council -dubbed The League of Shadows-
brought alongside many responsibilities that left Damian to learn by himself.
The matters of what was required of him with a last name of Al Ghul had kept
him isolated.

However, the curiosity and youthfulness of his years had driven him to find out
who his father was, discovering that he was indeed a child born from two very
powerful vampires. The lack of knowledge provided for him during the years when
he grew up with his mother caused an even bigger gap in their relationship and
had compromised his loyalties. All of that led to him living in Gotham City,
home to the one known as The Bat.

Bruce Wayne, Damian’s biological father, was a very powerful and wealthy man.
Both of those qualities having been built up from living for about 200 years
now. He was no ordinary vampire, given that he was the oldest in the city and
the most powerful. He had held the title of Master of the City for a few
decades now. Whatever supernatural business was going on, he was always a part
of. And unlike many old vampires, he held the belief that coinciding with
humanity was ideal for a better world.

For a time, Damian had learned -like any other vampire- that they were held in
higher regard than the human race. Crime was to be stopped through killing the
humans that plagued the Earth, but when accumulating information about his
father; reading up on him, studying him, and learning about him, he had come to
realize that his thoughts did not truly side with his mother’s and
grandfather’s, hence leading him to leave in the first place. He was also
tempted to get closer to his father, a man with prestige and the willpower to
change the world as best he could with minimal killing of humans.

However vampires and were-animals, as well as a few humans, did not see eye-to-
eye with this view and went to the extremes of harming those that wanted
change.

Damian was not a normal vampire. He was never bitten and changed. He had the
capability to age and stop at a certain point. He craved blood as much as the
next, but never truly went through the red-visioned cravings that newly made
vampires went through. He was a babe born of a vampire mother and father,
raised as a normal baby and only fed with blood from his mother’s breast,
rather than milk. He could age like any other human, growing every year, but
not much could be predicted when he reached later adulthood. His most
precarious trait was that he could fall dead at a much later time, hours past
sunrise, which spoke volumes on how much untouched power he held, making him
fearful within the vampire community, sometimes even more feared than his
father.

This was because he was the first to be born from parents of vampire lineage.

When Damian had walked up upon the steps of his father’s mansion for the first
time, he had been a boy of 15 and accompanied by his father’s butler and
supposedly long time companion: Alfred Pennyworth. The old man was adequate
enough to be around and Damian could see why his father needed the human
around, considering their history.

Meeting his father was not something that Damian could have ever prepared for.
Perhaps the way that his father was talked about, as if placed on a high
pedestal where everyone would look up at. Unattainable to those that were not
as powerful as he. Even though he thought himself worthy of his mother and
grandfather -to a certain point- his father was something else. The man was
almost god-like from the stories that he heard.

However, in person, he just seemed so…ordinary. Maybe it was due to how
everyone had to one-up another person, since winning his grandfather’s favor
was the ultimate goal within the League of Shadows. Bruce’s demeanor was
entirely different, aside from the skepticism, even after Damian handed him a
letter written and signed in his mother’s hand as proof, his reluctance to
house Damian was short-lived as soon as his animal-to-call, Richard -call me
Dick- Grayson, realized what relation he had with Bruce.

Out of the people who lived at Wayne Manor, Grayson was the one who made it out
of his way to engage the young Wayne within the first week. Uncomfortable as it
was, the only plausible explanation for the persistent hugs was the fact that
he was a wereleopard. He had heard that all were-animals were susceptible to
touch, enjoying physical contact all the time (and very comfortable with their
nudity). 

For God’s sake, have you ever heard of pants?

It wasn’t news to Damian, but all the wereanimals that his grandfather owned
hadn’t ever hugged -much less latched on to- another person in front of him,
nor had they used Damian as their plush toy.

To have Grayson cuddle him into his chest, even though they were about the same
height, was a nuisance, but slightly understandable. The man was an idiot, or
at least, that’s what Damian made him out to be, and the fact that he was his
father’s lover was…interesting enough. If his father thought the man was worthy
of his attention, then Grayson was worth the sparing trust Damian had. Not to
mention that he was the Nimir-Raj of the pard (alpha male of the wereleopards),
and was able to hold his own without a Nimir-Ra (alpha female), which was an
extraordinary feat.

Drake, however, was someone that irked Damian right from the start. Just the
way he looked, the way he had held out his hand in a commoner’s handshake, that
condescending, “I’m so much better than you” smirk had struck Damian to the
core, and ever since then they had started off with lashing insults as a means
of communication. To add to their bitter rivalry, the fact that this person was
his father’s human servant was laughable. In fact, he had roared with laughter
for a good moment when informed, only to be told that it was true. Saying that
he was disappointed in his father’s choice in that human was not enough. Aside
from being vocal, his contempt with the older man was enough of a clue for the
idiot that liking him was not going to be an option. But his knowledge on
whether or not his father and Grayson were also sleeping with him was
unattainable. It was hard to distinguish simply because the role of a human
servant was to solely represent their human master in the daytime. And that
meant taking care of the family’s successful business while his father lay dead
in bed.

Another reason to dislike Drake was the company he brought over to the manor.
One of them was a girl by the name of Stephanie Brown. Her bubbly personality
was one he was not used to, but after awhile he was told that she had been
recently changed. She had been a victim of a rogue wereleopard attack, and
later found out it was her father’s doing. As Nimir-Ra, it was Grayson’s duty
to take care of his own. And whenever Grayson was busy, she was left to her own
devices which led to her and Drake becoming close friends. After all that she
had been through, there was no trace of any trauma at all. 

Damian’s first year living in his father’s manor was interesting enough. The
fact that he had to learn to build proper relationships with this strange
gathering of people led to hearin stories, good and bad once he was deemed
somewhat likeable.

Among those stories, he had discovered there was three more that are a part of
this group. There was Barbara Gordon, the daughter of the Comissioner. Right
around the time Grayson had gained leadership of his pard, she had been left
for dead in her father’s apartment from a werehyena attack, but miracuously
survived for a cost. She had alreay been acquainted with Bruce and Grayson with
her knowledge on working with computers, helping with the company’s data issues
nd such and once they had been notified there had been no hesitation to take
care of her.

During his yearly stay she had been touring around the country speaking out to
the government about attacks and what could be done for extra preventive
measures as well as find equality for all preternatural and supernatural
beings, helping Bruce spread his belief.

From some of the interviews that Gordon had partaken in, Damian had noticed
that a woman was always accompanying her, stoic and armed (though not visibly
as not to get the general public rowdy). He was fascinated by her prescence,
reminding him of the stature that the League of Shadows had, no doubt trained
as well -if not better- than him.

When he questioned about her, he was told that she is the daughter of the one
known as David Cain, a very dangerous assassin that Damian was very well aware
of. She had been trained to be the perfect assassin for both humans and
supernatural beings by reading body language alone. The rest, he had heard from
his mother and from his trainers. She had choosen not to continue on that path,
instead looked to his father and Gordon for guidance and walked along the parh
as body guard for the family. There had been a certain point where she had gone
out on her own and had turned back to the darkside, earning the title ‘The One
That is All’, a legend during her reign. But some truth had worked out and she
now accompanied Gordon with ease, but still with the eyes of a skilled killer.

He was gravely intrigued by her, from her short hair barely brushing the
shoulders of her suit to the stillness of her body, ready to counterattack
thise that dare harm her companion.

Cassandra Cain. A complete wonder to Damian.

It was during his second year of staying there that these two women decided to
come back home. By then he was completely infatuated much to the amusement of
Grayson and his father and trepidation from Drake. Brown was only exasperated
with it, but didn’t say much on it.

When he saw her for the first time, she was at the foot of the stairs with a
winning smile across her face while burried under both Drake and Brown’s arms.
While Gordon and Grayson were locked in an embrace as well.

The first greeting exchanged between them was accompanied with a proper
introduction made by Grayson. Her closed mouth smile broke the enchantment she
held over him, how he practically worshipped that hard exterior of hers. It
exposed her softer side, one that he had not imagined at all, and it left him
stunned while they shook hands.

"Hello."

That simple word, tinged with assuredness, as if practiced in that tone rather
than something he couldn’t place his mind on. His own response held his pride,
and somehow earned a tiny smirk from her lips while her eyes steadily drank him
in. It had taken him a moment to realize she was reading him and found that
amusing. Surprisingly it was embarassment that hit him rather than the usual
resentment that came along when someone found him amusing. He was unprepared to
cover that up and was a second too late for she saw and chuckled lightly,
squeezing his hand before she releases their grip and turned to engage Grayson
in conversation.

Damian had begrudgingly took the whole ordeal in silence. It was Gordon that
was rhe only one who took notice and found her own entertainment from the whole
thing, patting his shoulder as she passed him to follow everyone else to
Bruce’s study.

After that Cassandra was appointed to accompany Damian from that point on,
which she took with ease. He, on the otherhand, had a harder time accepting
that, up until he was caught in an ambush that left him severely injured for
days.

It took awhile to get used to it, but he soon got over his childish behavior
and finally accepted her presence at least a friendly level and at most
comforting.

But she certainly wasn’t the last member of this family. Unlike her this one
was mysteriously absent, gone with no trace except for the painful memories
that Grayson and his father kept locked inside, Gordon kept her lips shut tight
as Drake spat nonsense when questioned, and it didn’t help that Cassandra nor
Brown had ever met this person.

Truth be told, Damian only ever met this person a few weeks after he turned 18.
Three years later after he came to stay at the manor.
 
***** Dancing We Must *****
Chapter Summary
     Damian decides that after a frustrating meeting with his father, he
     and Cassandra must go out to let off some steam.
There are councils that are held, traditions to be kept up with, and honor and
respect distributed throughout. It is a tireless feat to keep this up and
Damian states as much to Cassandra when a meeting regarding the victims of the
multiple vampire attacks on the Gotham bridges.
What the general public does not know is what type of conflict arises within
the mysterious world that Damian and his family live in. While there are
battles to fight against a government still opposed to letting vampires and
wereanimals live among humans, there are those in the darkness that want to
live how they did in the old days. Vampires, enemies of his father, especially.
"Father needs to understand that allowing the police to handle this may be too
much. We need to take this into our own hands," he voices out as he and
Cassandra, his body guard and companion of about a year now walk down the
hallway to his room.
She follows him with ease, even though she is a good three inches shorter now.
“In time," she answers fondly, “Dick and Tim convince him."
"By that time more humans will add to this growing list of victims."
"Bruce will think better."
"Whatever he comes up with be damned." He undoes his tie and throws it across
the room with a lot more force than necessary, exasperated beyond belief.
Taking part in his father’s issues had been a recent development. The fact that
he was even given the chance to have his opinions help his father make a
decision was mind boggling, and after vying for that type of acknowledgement
for two years still amazes Damian. The sudden change of the time of his
awakening every night was a strength that even his father could not ignore. But
on something like this it shouldn’t even be discussed about.
He shuffles backwards with discomfort, brow furrowed as he is lost in thought
while something deep inside him makes him clear his throat. Cassandra sits
beside him, drawing him up with a distinct tug before moving her hair to one
shoulder and taking out a knife after Damian settled into a comfortable
position next to her.
"Drink."
It isn’t until she says that does he realize how long he’s had to hold it in.
The discussion had lasted from the time he woke up till now. A good four hours.
This is one of the many things he is grateful for from Cassandra. Never mind
her skill to read the slightest movement of body language, but the fact that
they’ve been together this long and her ability to figure out his tells brings
a sort of comfort to him. A great amount of trust he lays upon her, to which
she has never broken.
Damian reaches up with both hands and grasps her neck to pull her towards him.
With his thumb, he nudges her jaw until her head is tilting upward right as he
aligns his mouth over the day old, twin puncture wounds there. Out of habit, he
presses his lips to each one. An apology he gives her every time he has to take
from her.
His last meal had been over 24 hours ago, so his enthusiasm as he sinks his
teeth into her warm, pale skin is unrestrained. It’s almost intoxicating,
allowing her life force to drain, flood his mouth, and flow down his throat. He
knows his swallowing is audible, and he almost feels sorry for not charming her
to at least make this pleasurable…. Even though she has told him not to
countless times, he still regrets making her go through this pain. The
unbearable thirst recedes significantly until he forces himself to pull away.
It’s the bare necessity.
Cassandra’s fingers reach down to rub at the rivulets that had started to form,
mindlessly tracing it, knowing how much the act tempts him. They both know he
won’t accept the offering for more, just as he had done countless times before.
If she was capable of doing so, she would be his source of fuel every day, but
she wasn’t, just as a normal human’s body should be.
Damian pulls out a silk handkerchief and presses it gently over the wounds
silently.
"A waste," she states softly, reaching up to touch her bloodied fingertips to
his lips. He licks at them, but doesn’t move to clean them entirely.
"It would be a waste to drain you, Cassandra. No one else is suitable to be
with me."
At that she grins before taking hold of the silk so she could stand up on her
own. “Spoiled boy."
It’s a fond name for him, considering she is the only one who is capable of
calling him that without consequences. He rises, looking out the wide window,
“Wash up and we shall go out to enjoy the night this evening."
xXx
Father’s choice in frequented nightclubs were a bore sometimes. And did nothing
for him, when he was unable to taste nor drink the delectable treats of humans.
Quite frankly, his father had the ability to taste them due to his special
links to Grayson and Drake.
It was irritating. The only fun he could ever have was the easy nature of his
own human companion. Watching her twist and sway with the music was a
refreshing sight though. Here they can both try to let go as much as possible,
with no fear of holding up status and duties. Here she can dance away and taste
the bubbly, fruity drinks provided at the bar while he was the one to sit to
the side and guard her for a change.
The smell of sweat and smoke and pleasure rolls through him, getting his senses
drunk on purely those scents.
Damian shifts, trying to dislodge the trollop that made it her mission to
attach herself to his arm in his booth. He had the unfortunate luck of being
recognized tonight, which made the events of tonight’s council meeting that
much more harder to ignore due to her constant badgering about his status.
"Come on, Damian. We can go somewhere more quiet, and maybe I can offer you a
littlesomething too."
Well, that was the only reason he tolerated the dumb brunette in the first
place. But no way in the seven rings of hell would he go somewhere with her
alone. This was a supernatural friendly club after all.
Damian casts his eyes in Cassandra’s direction, making sure she was alright.
Her current dance partner was certainly the grabby type, but the thing the teen
liked about this club was that the majority of the club’s patrons were not
afraid to protect a fellow clubber if there was any trouble.
He turns his head to look back at…Molly, flashing one of his award winning
grins at her before gently detaching her claws from his person to stand up. The
whining is just enough to make the boy want to rip her throat out in place for
the sound of something better, like her blood gushing out.
He shakes his head, breathing in slowly and counting silently, before giving
her a slow smile while suppressing his need to harm the woman. The curtain that
was hanging from the side of the booth flickers closed, just as it’s pair does
the same from the other side.
"Perhaps doing it here would be a lot better, yes?"
"Oh…well," her attempt at a sly smile is something that needs more work.
"By your permission?" Damian asks suggestively before he opens his mouth as a
way to clue her on his attentions.
The woman’s giggle grates on his nerves, nodding vigorously, when he attempts
to sit back down. He encircles her, hunching his tall frame over her willing
one and charms her. Eyes glossing over and mouth going shut, he becomes
thankful that she doesn’t say anything else. He takes a hand, turning it palm
upwards before lowering his mouth on her wrist, not hesitating when his fangs
sink in easily.
The gasp is sharp, but he ignores it, drinking in his fill. He takes it all in
large gulps, feeling himself getting giddy and dizzy. It gets to a point where
he pulls away with a scowl as his vision blurs a bit.
He pushes her away unceremoniously, her body having gone slack from passing
out, either from the pleasure or the alcohol.
He makes to flick the curtains back open, and then a sudden head pang has him
clutching his head in his hands to try and cope with the feeling. It’s far
different from drinking the blood of someone who had far too much to drink.
That only made him feel what a human would call tipsy. This, however, was far
more intense. It was as if he was feeling faint, on the verge of blacking out.
The familiar feeling of calloused fingers turning his face upwards gets a
pained groan from him, eyes shutting in pain as something sharp knocks the
inner walls of his skull multiple times.
He tries to call out to Cassandra and tell her what exactly he’s going through,
but can’t.
The only thing he hears -through the heavy bass of the club music- is a
muttered “Shit," before fully blacking out.
 
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