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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Damian_Wayne, Dick_Grayson/Damian_Wayne, Jason_Todd/Damian
      Wayne
  Character:
      Damian_Wayne, Tim_Drake, Jason_Todd, Dick_Grayson, Jonathan_Kent, Alfred
      Pennyworth, Bruce_Wayne, Clark_Kent, Kara_Zor-El
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-25 Updated: 2017-09-09 Chapters: 8/? Words: 26954
****** There can only be one ******
by Herotothosewhoseek
Summary
     Batman has left Earth to intercept a possible terrestrial threat
     leaving Gotham to both Robins. While out on patrol Robin runs ahead
     agitating Red Robin. Robin begins to mock furthering his wrath
     causing him to stoop to a level he never knew possible. If pummeling
     the brat would not suffice maybe conditioning him in other ways will.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Batman was summoned along with the majority of the league member to the Justice
League satellite that orbited in space. The league was gathering there to
intercept a possible terrestrial threat. Though Bruce was away from the manor
per usual he left strict instructions in his absence. Both Robins were still
expected to patrol but not entertain any additional operations while he was
gone. Alfred was in charge as usual and would watch both strictly.
One of the undertakings assigned to the boys was a recon mission. There were
rumors circulating about a forming faction that had been intercepting box
trucks coming in and out of Gotham. But the oddity was their targets were not
just the usual contraband hauling carts but also all and any large size haulers
coming in. Batman wanted the two to gather intel but not to intercept. There
was not enough evidence to disrupt the activities. A stake out would provide
enough information which should lead them to the real threat.
After interrogating some local criminals they obtained a potential lead. A
freighter would be docking at the ports that night. The information was limited
so they opted to stake out the center port providing them a better chance of
spotting a ship entering the bay. Red Robin and Robin were crouched along a
stack of shipping containers near the harbor. The air was frigid the night was
still and silent. Though the night was brisk the skies twinkled in contrast to
the cold city that dwelled below. But neither adverted their gaze to admire the
scene above them focusing on spotting suspicious activities. After a time Robin
erected bringing his hood over his head turning to the other that was still
stationed flatly along the containers.
“It’d be more efficient if we split. I’ll take the –“ Robin began when Red
Robin interjected.
“No. We stay put. Batman wants no hitches while he is away.”
“Batman wants a thorough report to move forward with the investigation and to
apprehend the thugs responsible.” Robin retorted.
“We need to be strategic with our movements. We are only here to observe.”
“Strategic how? We are sitting on our asses in a general location.”
How could this be strategic if neither were sure when, where, or who they were
expecting to encounter. Robin figured fanning out would be more productive
since there would be double the chance at locating the perpetrators.
“I’ll abort the whole operation if –“ but before he could finish Robin had
already leapt from his station sprinting over to another set of stacked
containers.
“Shit.” Red Robin sighed to the earlier prediction. He foresaw Robin
insubordinate behavior interfering with the operation. This was why he
protested when Batman asked him to take the kid along with him. The vigilante
erected trailing the delinquent.
When Red Robin spotted the subordinate he was already crouched in an offense
position among some crates tentatively observing some workers.
“Look what we have here.” Robin grinned the sides of his mouth perking into
upturn grin. He’d been longing to tangle for a while now. Since Batman was gone
the nights have been slow as if the criminals knew Damian was off his leash.
Red Robin swooped alongside the tot pulling at his cap. Robin tugged back
knowing full well the other would not counter considering the stakes that laid
below. Taking advantage he mocked the older scooting further to the edge to get
a better vantage point.
“Does that appear to be cargo loaders to you? I think not.” Robin mumbled just
enough for the other to hear his arrogant remark. Robin was pleased with
himself for locating the perps without the aid of his partner. This is the kind
of thing that would prove to his father he was worthy of donning the Robin
costume and competent enough take up his own father’s mantle.
Red Robin agitated but agreed with Robin’s observation. The men were
questionable. All in uniform but did not appear like regular handlers. Most of
them were tatted and obscured their appearance with piercing or facial hair.
None of them bothered to censor their conversations assuming no one beside
their group was there. The conversations were confusing but it was not the
usual small talk. The lot was discussing some plans to relocate some product.
That in the up coming days Gotham was going to get interesting. Both wondered
what that meant pondering on the next course of action.
The men had finish packing the cargo shutting the steel doors. Once all had
returned to their vehicles and the two remaining hoped into the truck Robin
took the opportunity and leapt onto the roof while the engine was revving.
“Are you kidding me?” Red Robin complained without time to contest. The car
rolled forward without him. Improvising he jumped to the ground trailing the
truck finding the right speed and jumping onto the back railing that served as
handles. One of his feet slipped against the bumper making a noise that shifted
the driver’s attention to the mirror to see behind the moving vehicle. Red
Robin flattened to the door gripping the handles tight hoping the driver would
keep driving. And he did.
After a while the landscape changed as the truck coasted along an up hill road.
They were heading toward the mountains the Gotham street lamps no longer
visible. Within a couple of minutes on the steep terrain the truck stopped
docking into an abandoned warehouse of some sort. Red Robin looked around
scouting the area looking for the rest of the crew but it was just the two.
Both passengers exit the vehicle entering the building.
Red Robin lifted himself onto the roofing of the car but the younger boy was
not there. Sighing before making his way inside. Sliding along the steel panel
that structured the building Red Robin advanced with stealth careful not to set
off detectors. As he came up to an opened area he spotted Robin bent over a
mainframe tablet in hand. Robin had the device hooked into one of the monitors.
“Score.” He snorted unplugging the cord snapping the wire into his belt.
“You almost compromised the mission.” Red Robin scolded muscle taunt with
anger.
“Almost is key. We obtained more than we anticipated.” Robin countered raising
a brow. “No need for your services I’ve already set up surveillance while you
were idling in the truck.”
“Hand the it over.” Red robin extended his hand signaling for the boy to
relinquish the device.
“Why so you can take credit Drake?” he snapped crossing his hands against his
chest. “But then again I never held you to high standards.” Robin mocked
turning away from the other exiting the building moving onto the roof where he
planned to install more surveillance equipment.
That was the last straw. The older brother was vexed. He had had enough of that
little brat’s antics. The rage inside was rampaging over the current stunt he
was pulling. Not only did he have to share his place at his mentor’s side but
now compete in his domain. That privileged brat riled him to his core.
Utilizing his grappling gun he fired into the level above the scaling Robin
serving as a distraction as he swung behind him. With swiftness he tangled the
cable around the younger boys arm yanking him on to the tips of his toes.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” The boy demanded bringing his free fist
forward attempting to strike the other. Red Robin evaded the attempt secure his
other arm into the wiring. “Plan on beating on me again. How’d you fair last
time?” the child taunted as he fought his capturer.
“I could but you would not absorb a damn thing. I’ll have to rip you apart.”
The taller one gritted unclear with his own self as to what that might entail.
“What will you do Drake?” Robin demanded brows furrowed agitated that he
allowed such an inferior person to trick him into capture. When he got no
respond he pulled at his restraints. “Drake. Release me at once.”
Red Robin would hear no more from the child’s mouth. He was exasperated with
the constant charades the kid pulled. Most importantly he was peeved about the
disrespect the boy showed him. Drawing closer to his partner he peeled the
green domino from the child’s face. The kid an imposter and did not deserve to
don the Robin symbol and legacy he and the others had shaped.
Damian now exposed and just as equally frustrated butted his tormentor with his
forehead drawing blood that streamed from his nose.
“You arrogant brat!” Red Robin raised his hands fastening them around Damian’s
throat. Squeezing down that he could feel the larynx seize as the organ
attempted to circulate air throughout. Observing the fragile teen he
anticipated his surrender but he did not. The warmth rushed to his face his
cheek flushed as he choked for breath. The boy would not relent even after Red
Robin added additional pressure. He could feel the breath of the other escape
exasperated as it slowed.
Damian was crimson red brimming with heat as the blood rushed to the surface.
Silent was he. And in that silence Red Robin realized he was but a child.
Stubborn but a child nonetheless. The red of his skin demonstrated that he
could snap him with ease but still even then he would contend. In that silence
he could fully observe the feral child without the mouth to obscure the fragile
person before him.
Sliding his hand up he curled them underneath the younger teen chin clamping
around his jaw. Maneuvering him closer to feel his breath hot against his own
Tim unmasked raising the cowl from his face.
This allowed for Damian to gasp inhaling the air around them. Wheezing he
snapped “This time I will kill you Drake.” He gritted struggling in the binds.
“You will yield.” Tim countered craning his head further against the partition
behind him.
The older brother had no idea how he would achieve that but he was determined.
Tim realized just how vulnerable the younger was as he had him in his snare. As
the unmasked Robin squirmed he acted on it. Knowing the boy would not concede
to a beating he considered jeering him. Demonstrate who was boss. In that
moment he was the one wielding the power behind the hold.
Pushing his chest against the smaller Tim pinned Damian to the wall bearing his
weight onto him. The boy’s demeanor changed his torso tensed as he responded to
the others gesture. “What – what are you doing Drake?”
“Conditioning you.” The older whispered entangling his other hand in the others
jet black mane leaning forehead to forehead.
Damian’s rage now fizzled as he flustered as he fixed on those menacing blues
perplexed at what was transpiring. The boy could not interpret what the other
was suggesting. Conditioning how? The abstruse statement scared him. It scared
him because he was conditioned all his life into an emptied shell. All that
effort he has put over the last three years with his father would it all be
undone?
“I’m not participating in this sadistic game with you Drake.” Damian stammered
attempting to conceal the dread that was brewing within.
Tim detected the tone in the kid’s voice inciting a grimace as he observed the
feebleness ensuing. Those forest greens reflecting the fear creeping into his
consciousness. Tim trailed his hand over the armored tunic tracing the carved
squares along the vest. Damian whimpered shutting his eyes tight becoming stiff
with anticipation.
The child did not know what to expect he didn’t even understand what had come
over the other? What was he intending when he said condition? What would that
entail? Biting on the bottom of his lip he drew blood focusing on the pain of
his canines piercing into his lower lip. That was all he could do in the
current situation he was in. He had already attempted to break free but the
metal wire was solid. On hand all he had were pins that he could reach but that
would not do. Improvising he craftily raked at the bind with the side razors
tapered along his armored gloves.
Tim pulled back observing the havoc he had produced. Damian’s electric greens
fluttered open gazing up at his elder curious at to what halted the fever? Had
he been caught? Had Tim noticed the loosened cord?
The older teen just stared appreciating his effort. Those captivating greens
entranced him the pink lips enticing him. The boy’s body tautened as he
digested the now docile child. Tim did not fully understand what the new
sensation bubbling to the surface was but he savored the sense of satisfaction
he experienced as he caressed the other. The body could be broken but it also
could be mended and built back up again. But the mind was entirely a different
territory. Tim understood that much. Understood that he would gain respect
through tearing the kid down mentally.
It worked the evidence apparent on Damian’s face suggesting Tim’s unpredictable
behavior unnerved him. The sass and confidence in his tone no longer there as
he humbled in a freighted manner. Tim resumed his torture pressing against
Damian’s chest once again finding the zipper on his trousers. With tentative
hands he tugged on the tab the teeth sliding open exposing the briefs beneath
the pants.
Damian clenched panic ensuing as the concern deepened with each advancement.
Scooting further along the wall he tried pulling from Tim futilely. Now anxious
he sliced at the bind that entangled him snapping it free. One hand now free he
shifted into offense hammering his arm forward but waiver as Tim slid inside
his underwear. Tim grabbed his arm Damian becoming limp as he rubbed against
his groin. He allowed himself to fall into Tim’s touch wincing as he maneuvered
him back against the wall.
“Easy kid.” Tim whispered wrapping around the shaft of his penis sliding it
over the hemming of his boxers exposing the erection.
“I’m no child.” Damian mustered his stomach filling with warmth his lower
regions aching. Damian felt a whole new level of loathing. How could he bend
him so easily to his will? On top of that hate a new sense of fear emerged. The
fear and confusion about his own self. Terrified of Tim wielding such power
over him that even though his mouth contested his body submitted.
“From this end that could be debatable.” Tim cooed pulling the skin down to the
base of the penis feeling Damian swell in his hands. The way in which Damian
reacted to each movement made Tim question whether it was the first time for
the boy? Why was he so sensitive? Did he not masturbate like the rest?
The child trembled thighs tightening as his knees started to buckle. Tim raised
him further using his elbow to stretch his arm over and against Damian’s free
hand incase the boy tried to resist. With his other hand still cradled around
Damian dick he began pumping and twisting as he stroked the erected organ. It
altered Damian making him desperate yearning for that friction as he jerked his
hips forward thrusting into Tim’s fist. The child had never experienced this
sensation before. Never experienced the heat that was pulling into his stomach
or the warmth that glazed over him and the tingling responsiveness where ever
Tim touched. What was that dangerous feeling?
“Tuh-Tim-“ Damian whined his checks now filled with color but no longer from
the pressure that had seized his airway but from the pressure mounting in his
pants. Damian could not process what was occurring in that moment. Why was his
body responding to that idiots touch? Why did it disobey him? Why did it buckle
when he commanded it to push forward to destabilize his offender?
Damian bit down once again on his lip reopening the wound attempting to hold
back a moan creeping from the back of his throat. “Nng-huh.” he groaned as Tim
swished his hand around the tip of his head.
Tim leaned forward draping his head onto Damian’s to conceal the reddening of
his own cheeks. He was unbecoming of himself. Flustering over a tots whimpers.
But those whimpers sent his body in a frenzy he couldn’t control the warmth
churning in the pit of his gut. Inserting his knee in between Damian’s he
spaced the legs further apart so the other wouldn’t become aware on the
tightening in his own pants. Composing himself he detached from the child not
wanting to get to intimate. It was to serve as punishment not a reward.
Tim refocused “Let it be noted it is I who move you Dami-an.” Tim emphasized on
the nickname before falling back into the formal name he has always used for
his arrogant brother. He struggled not make it so personal but it was a while
maybe even the first time the sprout had ever called him by his first name. The
child was mesmerizing when he was pliable and in those moments Tim fell into
each and every response that Damian exhibited.
The more the child cried out the more Tim craved to manipulate him in that
effective way. Maybe he even wanted to go farther? Maybe even as far as
violating his rectum. Tim fixed on Damian’s greens once again now furrowed and
squinted in ecstasy. There were just more behind those piercing stones. There
were layers and layers beyond them. But that gaze frazzled and vulnerable was
something entirely new. Damian utterly exposed for the first time. Or maybe it
wasn’t. Maybe he bared those expression only to those who deemed sufficient.
Dick his older brother came to mind causing him to slow his stroke. The thought
agitated him. Why? That stare should solely belong to him. It was known he was
the greatest in the eyes of all that mattered so everything special should be
his. Tim did not understand his thought process. Was it because he was so eager
to prove he was irreplaceable? Could it be exactly what the boy had gathered
about him? Was Tim scared to lose to him?
All Tim cared to achieve was a common ground but as the act progressed his pent
up rage headed him further. Like all the bat family he was not able to properly
convey his sentiments. He wanted to instill respect but all Damian’s eyes
conveyed was pure terror. Pummeling him headed no results so he had to resort
to other tactics. Break him down mentally. At least that is what he tried to
convince himself to believe.
Damian’s breath became erratic as he huffed with each caress. Tim felt the
warmth beneath his touch and the pulsation of the now throbbing penis he had in
hand. Damian hips jerked forward slamming into Tim’s stroke as he pumped harder
and faster. The young boy’s eye fixed on him. Tim engaging into the desperation
that reflected back conceding to that hopelessness.
Damian clenched his eyes shut craning his head as he held back a shriek. Tim
nuzzled his own forehead against the other becoming more slowed with each buff
as the smaller child released whiningly. “Nuh-ah.” Damian cried his body
pleading for Tim to keep his pace as he spilt into his hand. All of him taut as
the remaining semen beaded off the tip his breath stabilizing as he huffed
becoming relaxed. Shuddering then falling limp in exasperation all the fight
gone from him.
Tim pulled away quickly hoping to catch that fleeting expression. Damian opened
his eyes worn with no energy to even contend. He was at Tim’s mercy. Covered in
sweat he panted waiting for him to say something, anything still bewildered.
But he didn’t. The older brother just stared at his cum covered palm then
wiping it against his brother’s armored tunic. Without a word he dragged his
cowl over his face reaching into the boy’s storage case behind his back
retrieving the tablet he had requested earlier. Turning from the child he amble
over to the ledge but before descending he fired his shuriken slicing the
cable. Damian falling to his knees still dazed and desperate for answers as he
watched his partner depart. Both knowing the dynamic would have to change
afterward. And just like that Damian Wayne became undone.    
***** Super Sons *****
Chapter Summary
     Damian knows Bruce will take him off all cases once he gets wind of
     his antic so he takes the opportunity to go out scouting before that
     can happen. Damian knew no one would aid him once they'd been made
     aware of Batman's sentence except for the naive Johnathan Kent.
     Damian convinces Jon to tag along while he tries to recover some more
     information about this threat plaguing Gotham.
Chapter Notes
     The following chapter is slow and that is how I plan to move forward.
     I want to simulate anticipation before the climax so in between
     intense scenes I will be having plot directed encounters. I want to
     personify each character to make it believable when something out of
     character happens it doesn't appear to far fetched.
Robin had already made his way to the Kent’s and in the process of lifting the
window to Jon’s room. There was no hesitation which there should have been
considering the last time he had entered when Jon was in bed. But he knew he
was limited for time and had to be swift before he was found out. Earlier on
that day he overheard Tim and his father addressing the escapade that occurred
the previous night. Damian foresaw his suspension from the case and took
advantage of Batman still being occupied in space. Knowing his sentence would
be handed down by Tim in his stead he escaped knowing he could justify his
actions later on if he was theoretically unaware of the suspension.        
Robin was crouched balanced above the younger boy’s headboard. Jon was already
wrapped inside the covering of his mattress despite it being 8:25. “Guess you
never retained the sense of justice during our last venture.”
Jon defensively erected but this time did not prepare to act like the last.
Guess he was getting immune to Damian slipping in during the night. Balling his
fist at his sides he furrowed his brows. “Do you have respect for privacy?” he
whined.
“Unnecessary. You are obviously still but a child. What kind of privacy could
you possibly require?” he mocked.
“Stop patronizing me Damian. You’re just a kid like me.” Jon retorted.
“Far from it. I’m a protégé better than all the Robins who came before me.”
“Oh, yeah if you’re such a great detective why are you here?”
“To release you from this conventional existence of yours.” Robin smirked
erecting from his position balancing in place.
“I happen to enjoy life unlike you.”
“Well you were the on to insist on joining the ranks of the Titans. But with
your lack of enthusiasm I’ll have to reconsider.” Robin crossed his arms
jumping to the ground to make his way back out.
“Fine. But this time you have to consider my input. We better not get into any
more trouble I don’t want to get scolded again.” Jon knew he’d be reprimanded
if there was another incident he had went along with. But he just couldn’t
resist his friend. Damian was the sole person to consider him an actual
superhero. If nothing else at least he included him. Thus both set off to the
designated location.
_
Robin pulled up to the old research facility motorbike still idling. The
building should have been abandoned considering it was shut down years ago due
to an outbreak that plagued the neighboring cities. But there was no wear to
the place at all. In fact it appeared renovated from the images Robin had skim
through earlier. The five tier building was solid cement with tinted glass
window panes.
“How do you know this is the right place?” Superboy questioned wondering if he
had come all the way for nothing.
“I pulled off the data from the tablet before Tim confiscated it.” Robin
asserted.
“Then he’ll know we’re here.” Superboy groaned.
Damian looked back at the boy the corners of his mouth upturning. “I’ve
encrypted it. It should be a while before he figures where to even begin his
search.”
“You think you’re soooo smart don’tcha?”
“Yes I am aware of my high intellect.”
The two made their way inside the facility. The structure was made of pure
aluminum the inside open space with high raised beams encasing the rectangular
box. Superboy trailed behind Robin his gaze shifting as he surveyed the area.
“Anyone?” Robin looked to his partner for confirmation.
“I’m not picking up any heat signatures and the only other heart rate beside
mine is yours.” Superboy informed.
“Suspicious? You would think a high level of security would be enforced in such
a place.” Robin mumbled surveying the area.
“Well maybe you got it wrong?”
“I am never wrong you will come to learn.”
“Th-“ but as Superboy began to contest the other slammed his hand against his
lips.
“Shsh.” Robin uttered maneuvering them both onto their knees behind a set of
machinery.
Superboy traced where Robin’s eyes lingered observing a scout of armored men.
All of them in helmets carrying firearms.
“That’s a lot of firepower for just a simple warehouse. See never wrong.”
Superboy extended his fist into his partner abdomen vibrating the core of him.
The constant mocking riled him causing him to act upon it since he could not
articulate in the current situation. Robin propelled backward but extended his
katanna from its sheath in between the space of the machine to not make contact
with the partition behind them. The boy clamped his hand over his mouth
allowing the blood to spill through his fingers. Superboy did not realize the
extent of his strength and became concern about his partner as the red fluid
continued to pour. He was just about to see if his friend was okay when he
heard clamoring from below.
“I can hear someone talking with my super hearing.” Superboy informed.
Robin rolled his eyes at the statement. “Tt,” seeing as he could hear it as
well. He would have retorted a slick response but he could not in his current
condition. Whoever was speaking was close by. Robin crept forward hoping to get
a better vantage point. The men were now in formation absorbing information
that was be dictated to them. The commander was impressively tall armor plating
his whole body. But unlike the rest of the soldiers his face was not concealed.
The man or so the two assumed was white in pigment. Its head elongated and a
network of fluorescent patterns were etched along his face. When it spoke its
mouth split while bone plated structures meet each time it smacked its mouth to
articulate in a foreign language.    
“An alien!” Superboy hollered.
Robin raised one brow at Superboy’s ignorance. “What a surprise. Coming from
the alien himself.”
“What did you say?” Superboy curled his fist in offense.
“Thought you had super hearing?”
Superboy again launched at his partner but this time Robin leaped up over his
head using Superboy to summersault behind him. Stretching his leg he unbalanced
him using his forearm to catch the falling boy so there would be no noise
giving up there location.
“Not this time.” Robin grimaced mounting the other his face pulling into a
grin.
Before Superboy could react Robin adverted his attention. Superboy detected the
acceleration of Robin’s heart as he looked out toward the other end of the
room. There was a nervousness behind the mask. The other wondered what could
have unnerved a person like Robin? Twisting his body with Robin still perched
on top he scanned where his friend’s eyes lingered. There among the filing
cabinets hid Red Robin crouched into defensive position.
Even with this revelation he still could not understand why Robin had responded
to the sight of his older brother in that manner? Did he fear being
reprimanded? That had never been an issue whenever both had plan on disobeying
their parents before. Was he afraid then? Afraid for his brother? Sensing the
distress of his mate he sprung in action sliding his arm around Robin’s torso
leaping them across.
None of the men bothered to advert their attention while the boys were airborne
all still engrossed in their conversations. Once the both were out of sight
Robin pushed off Superboy while still midflight gliding down near Red Robin
Superboy not far behind. Robin clenched the front of Superboy’s custom
sweatshirt. “Are you dense?” he roared.
“You both are imbeciles.” Red Robin preached extended his staff to separate the
two.
“Smart enough to beat you to the playing field.” Robin retorted but quickly
regret swallowing hard as his throat seized. Both Robins became defensive fist
balled and ready to strike on command.
“We are not doing this here.” The older Robin decreed.
“Tt.” Robin hissed folding his arm against his chest.
“What possessed you to bring Superboy on a stealth mission?” Red Robin
questioned the boy’s thought process.
“Just wanted a change in routines. Add a little spice to things. Cause why
not?” Robin retorted arrogant as ever.
“We will discuss this when we are home. Now we need to refocus.” Red Robin
turned to the device attached to his forearm pulling up information regarding
the case.
“Not necessary I already briefed Supes here.” Robin snorted.
“No you didn’t. All you did was drag me out of bed telling me you had a plan?”
Superboy whined.
“And that is all the information you require.” Robin teased.
“Are you mocking me again?” Superboy snarled balling his fist.
“Control Superboy now is not the time for arguing. We need to bypass the guards
and get into the main server.” Red Robin interjected refocusing the two.
“Distraction?” Robin suggested.
“No. It’s still recon. Technically neither of you should be here.” Red Robin
reminded.
“Orders from the big bad bat.” Robin rolled his eyes. “Tt.”
“You damn right. Can’t wait to see that mess. But that will have to wait. Let’s
go. Follow my lead.” The older of the three dictated.
Red Robin slid through the column of machines tracking his movement through his
arm device to pinpoint the prize. Both kids followed behind. They came upon a
domed chamber the landscape changed. The walls were now hollowed out rock. In
the center was a spiraling tower that reached far above their sight. There were
holographic coding cascading in both directions. The language foreign to both
Robins who were fluent in most. Upon looking at the structure both knew it was
something to concern over. The two were eager to get a closer inspection when
they slipped into a shadowed corner for cover while some guards made their
rounds. The oddity was that those guards were not all alien. There were three
humans among the five and with that they knew they had a crisis on their hands.
After the guards had passed Red Robin signal space Batman’s face projecting
from his arm. “Red Robin.” The man called from the other side.
“We uncovered the link to your impending alien troubles.”
“We?” Batman’s brows raised looking past Red Robin at the boys behind him.
“Side note. No time.” Red Robin clicked the glass readjusting in which the
angle Batman projected. The man inspected the structure that they were all now
observing the rest of the League behind him now.
“Most of the League is here. It’s your call. If you find that it’s threatening
terminate the program immediately. I’ll send Superman and Martian Manhunter
your way. In the meantime assemble the Titans.” Batman assured.
“Roger that.” Red Robin clicked the screen Batman’s image disappearing. Once
the line was secure he turned back to the two who were waiting in readiness.
“Home the two of you.”
“I am a part of the Titans!” Robin barked.
“You are a little brat who acts on irrational decisions.” Red Robin retorted.
“You’re just upset we showed you up. Hmph.” Robin folded his arms turning his
head.
Red Robin gripped the boy by his throat squeezing harder than necessary. He
observed the child as he began to squirm in his hand fighting for breath. Even
behind the mask he could tell the boy was tearing. The reds of his cheeks gave
him away.
Robin hiccupped choking on his own breath. Glaring back at his abuser he
furrowed his brows exhibiting his unwillingness to back down. As his face
tightened and vision obscured he recoiled on the previous night. The blood
rushed quicker to his cheeks as he flustered from the feeling of Tim’s touch.
Jon watching on in horror detected the discrepancy in his pulse and the
accelerated heart rate. “Come on Damian lets go. Let’s not anger our fathers
any further.”
“You will never surpass let alone amount to your father’s stature. Leaders know
how to select appropriate candidates based on their abilities.” Now looking at
Superboy with a condescending gaze. Red Robin released him tossing him aside as
he made his way toward the core of the machine.
Robin soothed his throat erecting to shadow his partner when Superboy latched
onto his hand. The boy stared back at the other wondering why he interfered.
“Go home if you’re scared baby.”
Superboy flustered tugged at Robin whenever he tried to inch forward. “I won’t
let you.” He mustered pouting his lips.
Robin wondered why Superboy was being so persistent. He looked to the boy
meeting his ice blue eyes. There he saw the concern that the other had for him
as he observed where his eyes lingered. The younger staring at the still
leaking mouth and the pigmented skin around his neck.
“Ah.” Robin shrugged off. “I’ve had worse. I died remember.” Widening his mouth
he painted a smile hoping it would assure his friend but it did not. Superboy
still unnerved and clinging onto his friend. “Okay already. Home it is.” Robin
complained dragging his hood over his head hiding the exposed marks to his
neck.
   
***** Movie Night *****
Chapter Summary
     Damian still frazzled by the night on the roof top with Drake hits
     the books since he has nothing better to do considering he is on
     house arrest. Dick comes to visit and convinces him to watch a movie
     to pass the time.
Damian was hunched over the kitchen counter engaged in a book about the human
reproductive system. Flipping through the pages he skimmed for any indication
about the changes occurring to his body of late. Batman had suspended him from
all bat related activities. So now he was cooped inside and sulking since he
could not even step foot outside Wayne manor. The corridor echoed. The child
need not advert his gaze aware of the presence by the weight of the shuffler.
“Master Damian would you like some cobbler?” Alfred queried in that monotone
voice.
“What? You monitoring me for father?”
“No. Just here if you should require my services.” Alfred assured leaning over
the young child to catch a glimpse of the content. “Anything of interest?” he
pried sliding a slice of pie in front of him.
“Tt. Nothing I don’t already know.” Damian grumbled more to himself than the
butler. “Useless.” Shutting the book he slid the plate in front of him.
“Anything I can assist you with young master?”
“Doubt it. You’re all bones and powder.”
“Which makes me all the more wiser.”
Damian considered asking the white haired man when Dick’s voice echoed through
the corridor as he made his way into the kitchen. “Yo!” he saluted. The blue
eyed man shot a glance over to Alfred combing his dark strands from his
forehead. “Alfie what’s on the menu for tonight?” he leant against the counter
glaring down at Damian who was scooping content into his spoon.
“I’m afraid you’ve missed dinner. Shall I prepare something else for you master
Richard?”
“Not necessary. I’ll just share with Dami.” He cooed ruffling his fingers
through the child’s raven hair.
“Ahh.” Dick stretched his mouth leaning over Damian pressing up against his
back.
“Hey! Get your own Grayson!” Damian hollered raising his fork farther from the
looming manchild.
“Bruce.” Dick called out raising his hand in a greeting gesture shifting his
gaze over the child’s head.
“Father?” Damian called turning to an emptied corridor.
Dick took advantage and leant in swiping the crusted sauce with his lips.
Damian swerved around now furious. “Grayson.” He went in for the punch but Dick
seized his arm twirling him into his embrace.
“I missed you sprout.” Dick confessed holding him tighter burrowing his head
inside the grove of Damian’s shoulder. Damian couldn’t resist his eldest
brother falling into his hug. Both lingered in the embrace for a while until
Damian was satisfied pulling away.
“Did father send you?” he wondered since Dick hasn’t come around as often since
Bruce had reprised his role as batman.
“As if I’d ever do spy work for you father again. But I did hear through the
grape vine about what happened the other night” The man cradling his chin
between his index and thumb in concentration brow raising as he continued. “And
the one before that. You sure do know how to keep Bruce on his toes.  
“So Tim called you then.” Dick raised his pointer to counter when Damian shut
him down. “No sense in covering for the dud.”
“While I am here why don’t we watch a movie before Bruce bands all house
activities too?”
Damian would have refused but it might be a good distraction from his wondering
mind. “What do you have in mind?”
_
Damian plopped onto the cushions while Dick hunched over the DVD player.
Looking down at the selections he grimaced as he inserted the horror movie
Insidious. Of course he wanted to scare the small child. Since Damian arrived
at the manor Dick has been concocting ways to discover a weakness or a back
door to the kid’s hardened shell. Whenever it got rough out on the streets of
Gotham the kid never once waivered. At times he forgot he was even a child.
Dick settled alongside the child who was curled into the armrest. The distance
close enough that their arms brushed against one another.
“Geez. You have a whole couch and decided to squish me you big lug.” Damian
complained elbowing the bulkier brother.
“What’s movie night without cuddles?” Dick squealed twisting his torso to wrap
his arms around the smaller boy. Lingering longer than he should have he mused
over the warmth of the child hoping things would never change but he knew that
was impossible. Their relationship already strained since Bruce had returned.
Both men pulled the child in their direction stretching him to unreasonable
proportions. Dick knew it wasn’t fair to him and he had no place to expect
equal attention that he should be devoting to his father. But it should be okay
since Bruce was away. At least just for tonight he could be selfish.
“Grayson you’re disgracing yourself. Get off.” Damian resisted pushing against
his brother’s chest.
“Aw-alright. But I am staying put.” Dick asserted extending his arms and
bringing his leg over his knee.
“Fine.” Damian grumbled shifting his attention to the opening credits both
settling in for the next hour.
The lost young child of the movie sat legs shackled on the ground of the room.
The suspense intensified as the video eased into the low hum of the theme song.
The father running to his son attempting to free him when he noticed the child
gaze behind him. Damian tugged at Dick’s sleeve scooting a bit closer. The
father turning his head to observe what the kid was looking at as the song
echoed louder. The surround sounds of the manor vibrated the walls causing
Damian’s heart to palpitate at the heightened anticipation.
Dick noticed the tension in Damian, gazing down at the boy who was attempting
to keep a calculated distance so the other would not notice the terror that was
licking up his spine. Damian’s body now shifted toward Dick both hands clasped
to his shirt. The trembling boy had his brows furrowed as he stared attentively
at the screen.    
The camera trailed where the father and son’s eyes would have trailed. The
angle of the lens focusing on a gated frame, the apparition coming into
perspective as it spindled a machine to sharpen its claws. When the golden
stare looked out into the screen of the television Damian seized eyes now shut
faced nuzzled into the older brother.
Dick had to stop himself from unconsciously responding to the child’s reaction.
All he wanted to do was scoop him into his arms but he was afraid if he did so
the boy would revert back into his usual distant self. Dick wanted to explore
this new perspective of the child without meddling with the natural
progression.
“Are you perhaps afraid?” Dick questioned attempting to be more comforting than
mischievous.
“Of course not.” Damian straightened hands folded over his chest. “It-it’s just
how do you win against something that isn’t composed of matter?”
“Huh?” Dick raised his brow confused at the statement.
“The demon lurking in his mind has no composition. No physical form. There for
how does one conquer something that is untouchable?” The analysis of the
phantom made him reconsider how he was approaching the situation with Tim. How
he had gained such influence over him. The child understood now it was
something physiological. The night replayed in his mind. The warmth and touch
of Tim’s body pinned against his. The thought made him blush and waiver in his
confidence.
Dick detected the change in Damian’s demeanor. Reluctant and perplexed. A
subtle hue pinking his cheeks. Dick enumerated the signs of the unraveling
child noting as Damian became taut. Why was he flustered? Dick had never seen
him so bothered before with something as trivial as a movie. There had to be
more to it. The sight fueled his curiousness.
“Is there something more?” Dick pried with caution making small sentences
hoping not to scare him back into his shell.
Damian contemplated on the thought of telling Dick but that would be
embarrassing. Being frazzled by such a dork like Tim would only serve to make
him laugh. But the boy wanted…needed to know and who better than Dick? Dick was
inviting and not judgmental like the rest. He could trust Dick.
“How can one combat something within?” Damian couldn’t find the proper words in
which to elaborate further. He needed Dick to understand.
“Within?” Dick still unsure what the boy was trying to convey.
“A sensation that you cannot regulate.” Dick stared at the child still
confused. “This warmth that ignites in your stomach and rises through you.”
Dick was beginning to understand the whole image starting to unfold as Damian
continued explaining. “This uncontrollable urge that beckons you to alleviate.”
 Dick a bit relieved that it was not larger than he could handle. And ecstatic
that he had confided in him. Since he had taken the role of Batman and
partnered with Damian he had hoped the child could consider him his anchor. To
keep him grounded when need be. Someone he could open up to without
reservation. Someone he could relate to. Someone he wished he could have been
for Bruce when he was Robin.
“Oh. Is our little own batsy peaking puberty?” Dick teased pinching the sides
of Damian face. But instead of resisting Damian placed his hand over Dick’s
gazing up at him. The gesture caused him to tense warmth pooling into his
stomach. Dick fixed on those piercing greens digesting the small frame of the
boy looking back up at him. He had never seen Damian so meager and unrefined.
Never realizing just how frail the kid actually was. The usual roughness of the
child distracted him from that fact. There was an actual kid lurking
underneath.
The organ incased in his chest began to thump. That rippling sensation
commenced in the hand that still cradled Damian’s face moving through the rest
of his body. The blood surfaced reddening his own face as he gazed into those
wild greens.
Dick understood the sensation and knew he should not be experiencing it in that
moment. He was a man and Damian but a child. But that familiar ache that
knotted in his stomach and the tingling sensation circulating throughout
indicated the true sentiments he had for the child.
Dick wanted to keep the line of communication open but he couldn’t combat the
hurricane that stirred inside. Reeling him forward Dick placed his lips against
the bewildered child absorbing the warmth emanating from them. The churning in
his stomach commenced erupting a wave of heat that steered him. He lingered
wondering if the boy would resist? Hell he should have. But he didn’t have the
sense to. He allowed Dick to smoosh his mouth against his without resistance.
Damian on the other end wondered what had brought this on so suddenly. He was
perplexed but curious as to how it would play out? Was Dick demonstrating what
he had explained earlier? Was this a lesson from his mentor? Did he expect to
strengthen his resistance to these new sensations? If so he had a lot to learn.
The mere touch of Dick had sent his body into a frenzy the moment he squeezed
on his cheeks. It was hard to contain himself. There was this urge to press
further into his brother’s lips and explore with his hands but he controlled
the want. This was different. Dick need not touch him in his lower region to
experience that spark that ignited in him. He remained stationed not wanting to
give into temptation and displease his mentor. Like usual he yearned for that
approval Dick provided that he had sought from his own father.
Dick was enamored in the kiss craving more when the fathers voice echoed over
the tune instructing the son that it would be all right. The determination in
the voice broke his trance bringing him back to his senses. Knowing it was
wrong and cruel of him to do that to the kid who considered everything Dick
advised or demonstrated. Once Dick was aware of the aching in his groin he
pulled away eyes still fixed to the child staring curiously back at him. What
was he thinking? Did he understand what was happening? What did he feel in that
moment their lips were interlocked? As usual it was hard to read the young
child.
Damian was confused when Dick pulled back. Did he botch the experiment? Had
Dick sensed the eagerness behind his trembling lips? Or perhaps Damian
misinterpreted the gesture? Perhaps it was his usual show of affection and
nothing more? To Damian Dick did not seem to be on the same page as him. But he
couldn’t decipher the expression of the older man and that worried him. Since
he was to embarrassed to question the advancement he regressed into his old
habit of playing dumb when he didn’t know how to express himself.      
“Your way of affection remains strange to me.” Damian stated with some truth
behind it. Damian wanted to explore the topic more and experience it there with
Dick put that seemed impossible.
“Damian there is no way to fight feelings that others might incite.” Dick knew
that all too well and wished just the same. Wish he could suppress that hunger
that consumed him whenever he was around the small boy.
Damian broke from the stare turning in his seat to face the television head in
his knees. It was not the answer he desired. He needed a solution now more than
ever before he drowned in these feelings that suffocated him. How could Damian
overcome something that is not physical but abstract? It was beyond just that
simple touch. There had to be. It made no sense how one’s own body can
disregard rationality. But what was that something and how could he control it?
Dick didn’t know how to approach him anymore. He opened his mouth but could not
find the courage to say anything. He was scared. Scared to even take the kid
into his arms to comfort him. But he saw the boy’s face and need to remedy it.
Pulling one of the throw pills into his lap he signaled for the boy to rest his
head on top of it. Damian hesitant for a second but compiled falling into his
embrace. Neither said a word even after the movie had rolled through the
credits.
 
***** One in the same *****
Chapter Summary
     Damian even more frazzled after movie night with Dick sneaks out the
     manner to track Jason down. It wouldn't have been his first choice
     but he had no time to really think about the trouble he was getting
     himself into.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Jason was hunched forehead pressed against his front door. The multicolored
hair man hiccupped as a rummaged through his pockets for his keys. Once he
found the set he attempted to insert into the lock pad fumbling around before
he heard a click. He pushed forward almost detaching the knob from its hinge as
he made his way into the apartment. Brushing his hand along the wall he tried
to find the switch to his room his head throbbing body swaying. He had been out
all night drinking and now suffering the consequences of his indulgence.
Frustrated from not being able to locate the stupid control he opted to just
undress and sink into his mattress.
Jason sensed the presence before he felt the breeze emanating from the cracked
window. Swinging his hand forward he aimed for the dresser hoping to catch the
still lurking intruder. The prowler evaded his attempt using his shoulder to
summersault onto the nightstand alongside his bed. Jason need not further his
assault recognizing the movement of his intruder.
“You should have more stealth. Even through my stupor I could tell someone had
been in the room.” Jason voiced without turning around sliding the leather
jacket onto the floor.
“That was not my intention.” The small child explained extending his arm
gesturing to the mattress. “Observe I even made the bed for you.”
Jason disregarded the runt pulling his shirt over his head exposing his bare
chest to the small child who was not bothered by the sight.
“Why is your home so filthy?” Damian questioned still perched on the tableside.
“What possessed you to do that?” Jason inquired ignoring the boy’s previous
question slipping off his boots. He lied down on the bed not bothering to
remove his jeans before sinking into the mattress.
“I busied myself while I waited for you to return.” Damian confessed loosening
as he observed the man settle in. Shifting his weight onto his butt he allowed
his legs to dangle off the end.
“And why is that?” Jason raised his arm over his face shielding his eyes from
the gleaming moon that peered into the window.
“Why is what?”
“Why did you wait for me?”
“That-that’s because I-I uh.” Damian began to stutter unsure how to articulate
the thoughts that have been plaguing him since Dick and him went off to their
own rooms that night. “Dick is visiting.”
“Yeah. Is that so? Then why are you here? Shouldn’t you be snuggling up with
him all buddy, buddy?”
“Well that’s because. Uh.”
“Seriously kid? If you’re going to say something then say it already. I am too
drunk for this shit.” Jason complained.
“Todd.” Damian whisper head now bowed as he fidgeted with his hands.
“Yeah?” The man detected the uncertainty in his voice peaking his curiosity
now. He slid his hands further up his face allowing one eye to fix onto those
green eyes.
“You know about sex and things? Right.” Damian became timid and afraid the man
might mock him for asking such an odd question. Damian rarely asked questions
seeking clarification through articles and other literary resources. To have to
stoop so low as to ask such an inadequate person made him feel even more
mediocre. But he had no choice. Jason was the sole person he could think of in
such a rushed time. On impulse he headed out disregarding his punishment since
his thoughts were still troubled after the movie.
“What exactly are you asking me?” Jason now intrigued propped up onto his elbow
leaning forward so he could get a better glimpse of the boy’s expression.
“Are you in control?” Damian had a habit of observing all his brothers that
included Jason. Through those observations he learned that he was the most
headstrong and was least to be influenced by others.
The kid was brief a bit to brief it was almost annoying. Jason got the gist of
it but was too intoxicated to drag out the question. He wanted sleep. He
required the rest. He had been slacking on his Red Hood duties just to drink
and mingle with his buds. He was finding it harder to juggle work and pleasure
in the same day. And was on edge because he wasted the night on the prowl for
women but came home emptied handed and now this.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way. Not even with your mom.” Jason knew that would
strike a nerve but he didn’t care he wanted the boy to feel just as down as he
was feeling.
Damian pounced from his perching spot retrieving the blades he had tucked in
between his backside. He launched at Jason propelling his hands forward hoping
to catch a taste of blood. The man prevented the contact seizing the child’s
arm that was still airborne. Damian drove the free arm forward slicing at
Jason’s forearm before he could whack the weapon from the kid’s hand.
Jason used the momentum of boys to lift his legs up over his head flipping with
the boy until he was on top. Jason crushed his arms underneath his jerking
until Damian let the other blade slide from his hand and onto the floor.
“I took your mother in this position too.” Jason taunted baring his weight onto
the kid. He wanted to provoke a whine from the boy. But Damian didn’t complain
even though he was being crushed beneath him. The younger brother just gazed up
eyes locked to him gritting his teeth to contain a snarl. Jason fixed onto
those greens amused seeing the kid riled. From his observing angle the kid
seemed more delicate than usual. There was almost a softness too him. On closer
inspection he realized both Talia and Bruce was staring back at him. Through
the furrowed brows there was those intense greens of hers but the dark tresses
of his father. The boy’s facial structure not yet chiseled out making him
appear feebler. This interested Jason he wanted to arouse that temper from the
little shit.
“You know at this angle you resemble that bitch of a mother of yours.” Jason
positioned his elbow against the kid’s arm using his now free hand to maneuver
his face closer. “Almost as fuckable.” The edges of his mouth perked into a
grin. He considered the brat privileged. Too privilege. Would it be bad to
offend him a bit? It’d be some shit to taint him considering the brat’s mother
tainted him. Hey it’d even stick one to Bruce who didn’t give two shits whether
about him during those times.
Damian did not react to anything that the man said picking up on the hurt that
lied beyond that facade. The kid understanding all too well the type of anger
Jason was displaying. It did scare him a bit but he was too used to being hurt
by those he considered family since a young age. This was nothing different if
anything it would be easier since both had a strained relationship. Damian
should have regretted leaving the manor but in those moments he disregarded the
consequences. Too eager to recognize the danger he had gotten himself into. The
only concern was if he’d end up on his back tonight?
Jason noticed his withdrawn attitude now feeling self-conscious. What was he
thinking? Though he could clearly make out his face he could not read the
blankness to his gaze. Would the kid just take the abuse? Why did he not
contest? This was not like the little shit he knew. After the atmosphere got to
awkward Jason sighed.
“Relax kid I was just teasing.” Jason assured combing his draping hair from his
face. “Why’d you come to me?” he wondered releasing the child rolling onto his
back placing his hand back over his face. “You could have just asked Dick. He
may not seem it but he’s had his fair share of women.”
Even though Jason had loosened and spaced himself from the kid Damian still
refused to speak. After a couple of minutes Jason erected going to the kitchen
in hopes of the kid adjusting or disappearing into the night while he was gone.
Though he would’ve preferred the latter. Opening the fridge he rummaged through
locating two chilled beers. Upon entering the room again Damian was now
stationed on the floor legs crossed over the other.
Fuck just my luck Jason thought as he approached the kid. Extending his arm he
offered the child a cold one. “Beer?”
Without gazing up at the man Damian finally responded. “I’m 13.”
“You’ve murdered people in cold blood. I doubt a beer would tarnish your
virtue?” Jason was a bit frustrated as he was being nice to the runt and while
the brat remained in his judgmental temperament. That shit pissed him off. That
was one thing him and Bruce clashed about all the time. Bruce could never
consider the other’s perspective. The old man so set in his ways that he didn’t
even waver from his character when the Joker murdered him. Except with the
child sitting right across from him. Bruce was so torn he had them all
desperate to retrieve the corpse and resurrect him.
Since Damian took to long to respond he just set the beer down on the
nightstand beside him. Clanking the top open with the edge of the wooden end
table Jason brought the brew to his mouth guzzling desperately.
“Is that wise?” Damian raised his brow eyes now fixed on the bare chested man.
“Was it wise of you to sneak out?” Jason countered settling alongside the child
resting his neck against the mattress edge.
“Fair point.” Damian admitted grabbing the glass bottle on the nightstand.
Since he was already in a heap of trouble why not make it worthwhile. Damian
slurped at the foam wrinkling his nose in disgust. The beverage was nauseating.
Damian could not understand why anyone would even want to indulge in something
so bitter tasting?
“You chicken?” Jason teased raising a brow at the idling boy.
Damian furrowed his brows into a scowl. The child just hated to lose and the
man to immature to be sensible. Who cares if he was 13? Right. Did he want to
be like his father? Prude and callous. Jason had lived through both continuums.
The man had walked a straight line while he was Robin that ultimately resulted
in his death. Death changed him. Now he could see the world for what it had to
offer and choose on which end he will play on. The man no longer measured by
societal views. Perhaps that is why he could not reprise his role as Robin as
he no longer believed in those morals. Heck Damian never abided by those morals
until he met his father. Should he honor an ideal that wasn’t his own? How did
that turn out for both him and Jason? If his father had utilized the alternate
methods or at least deviated from his morals just once than perhaps Jason or
even himself might not have ended up six feet under.
Damian brought the brew back to his lips tilting the glass so the liquid slid
passed his throat. Jason tipped the beer higher causing Damian to guzzle faster
in order to catch his breath.
“Are you tryna choke me?” Damian complained wiping the fizz from his mouth.
“Nope.” Jason cooed leaning forward to lick the lingering foam along his jaw
line. Jason wiped the transferred froth from his own lips amused with the
reaction of the boy. “Just seasoning you as per requested.”
After awhile Damian relaxed to the warmth bubbling inside him. The room was a
bit skewed his vision in a haze. This was similar to toxins he had been exposed
to before. But in this state there was no sense of peril. Just this freedom
from the restraints of the expectation of his father and mother. Though the
thoughts were still there he no longer felt ashamed of voicing them out loud.
When he stretched his mouth to yawn a hiccup escape causing him to chuckle at
the comical sensation he experienced when his body bounced.
“How do you expect to regulator anything when you are done in by one beer?”
Jason doubted sipping on more of his beer.
“Guess I’ll have to build tolerance like you?” Damian suggested tilting his
head back into the mattress edge.
Like me? Jason was taken aback. Why would he want to be like him over his
father? “You wouldn’t consider me inadequate? I know your father does.” Jason
questioned wondering what had changed within the boy, within their
relationship. Since their first encounter Damian had made it apparent that he
was the ideal Robin and the rest would need to match his stature.
“In truth I consider you formidable. To be confident enough to engage in
altering substances and remain you during those induced trances.” Now that
Damian mused over the thought he questioned his fathers own resolve. Bruce
never indulged in things that could inhibit his sense of justice. What was he
so afraid of? Was there something more dark lurking behind that mask he showed
to the world, to those closest to him, to his own son? Was he afraid the real
him might slip through?
Jason snickered considering how that was farthest from the truth. Drinking was
a coping mechanism to get him passed the traumas of his past. It allowed him to
reflect on those dark memories without him having to assess the blame on his
end. Allowed him to reflect on how naïve he had been. Bruce made him believe
that he was all he had. That he was all he would need. Jason instilled that
into the core of his being. Bruce was the man he would die for. Hell he did die
for him. But was not honored in that same regard. The Bat never considered
vengeance for his fallen partner. It shook the foundation Bruce had tried to
instill in him. Made him question those values he was judged against. This
plagued Jason making him realize he no longer held those values. Truth is he
never did. And should not have let Bruce convince him otherwise.
            Jason realized him and Damian had more in common than he would have
cared to admit. In a sense neither of them fit. At first he detested the small
child for captivating his father. But once he put it into perspective the two
were very much alike. Neither one acknowledged by Bruce and manipulated by the
Al’ Ghul.
“Never hold people to expectations. It makes you less vulnerable to
disappointments. No one should influence your choices. But you obviously don’t
agree with all your father’s morals or else you wouldn’t be here. Once you
start doubting yourself it is near impossible to regain that confidence again.”
Jason knew this to be true. Since he was resurrected and restored his
confidence dwindled with each allusion from Talia. Once he had found out that
the Joker was alive and well he completely broke and since then have been
trying to mend the pieces.
This was not the answer Damian required but the company distracted him from
those emotions. Shifting closer to Jason he leaned against his shoulder. Damian
let his eyes shut contemplating the new insight wondering how he could
incorporate it into the fibers of his being. Could it be that easy to detach
from the world? Perhaps detachment led to desensitization? With that sense of
foundation it could apply to anything he may have to face in the future
including those pestering feelings that plagued him.    
Jason finished the rest of his beer now eager to catch some sleep. Turning to
the tot he realized he was fasted asleep. Ah kid what am I going to do with you
he wondered shifting his shoulders so that the child fell into his arms.
Scooping him up he raised him onto his mattress. Gazing down at the brother he
mused over the endearing structure of his resting face. Who knew there was a
person behind that facade? Gliding his fingers through his hair he leaned in
inhaling the familiar scent of Dick. Running his fingers along Damian’s
forehead he scrunched the bridge of his nose furrowing Damian’s brows. Leaning
in closer he whispered “You’ll find your way babybats,” into the sleeping
child’s ear. Although he was irritated at first Jason was glad the kid showed
up at his doorsteps. It was comical considering the child came there for
comfort but the one who benefited the most from their conversation was Jason.
Jason laid out near the child molding to the curves of his frame. Allowing his
eyes to shut he drifted for a moment before the phone beside him vibrated.
Retrieving the cell from the nightstand he shielded his eyes from the glare of
the screen.
“Who the fuck is calling me at this hour?” Jason bitched.
“Jason.” Dick’s voice sounded panicked on the other end of the line. “Damian is
gone. I’ve scoured the whole city but I can’t seem to find him. I need your
assistance before Bruce notices he is gone.” Dick pleaded frantic now.
Jason groaned sluggish and dazed as he slipped from the grasps of slumber.
Jason attempted to erect remembering that Damian had visited but was fixed to
the mattress. Turning he noticed the slender arms wrapped around his waist. The
boy must have entangled them in between the sheets arms secured around Jason’s
torso. Jason was too exhausted to even contend so he opted to snap a picture
sending it to Dick. Sinking back into the pillow he expected to drift off to
sleep but heard Dick chirping from the other end of the phone.
“What did you do to Damian?” The panic now gone from Dick’s tone now replaced
with discontent.
“Dick I am in no mood to tangle with you tonight. Who could even force the brat
to do something he did not want to do?” Jason insisted curling closer to the
child.
“Huh,” Dick sighed knowing that to be truth. “As soon as he wakes send him
home.” Dick directed relieved it had not been anything to serious. Now
wondering why he had went to Jason. Was it because of what happened during
movie night?
“Yes sir mother ma’am.” Jason badgered disconnecting from the call snuggling
deeper into the warmth embrace.
Chapter End Notes
     I enjoyed this development over the rest of the chapters. I feel like
     Jason and Damian have a lot in common and wanted to convey it without
     making it sexual. They are bonded by the manipulate of the Al' Ghul
     and the failures of Bruce.
***** Batcave *****
Chapter Summary
     Damian uses his time wisely training until Batman returns and uplifts
     his punishments. Jon comes to visit.
Chapter Notes
     I apologize for the short chapter. There isn't much happening (Action
     Wise) because the following chapter is intense and quiet long I
     couldn't not split the next scene.
Damian had his hands raised regulating his breath as he continued to work the
sand filled bag. Putting more force behind his strikes he contorted his torso
side kicking the bag off its post into the lurking intruder.
“It is rude to prowl in the shadows.” Damian voiced the sound reverberating
around the cave.
“Advises the lurking knight of Gotham.” Jon retorted catching the bag with ease
tossing it to the side as he stepped forward.
“Why are you here?” Damian questioned tightening the straps of his gloves. He
wiped the sweat from his forehead infusing it into his dark tresses.
Jon shuddered at the sight wrinkling his nose. “My father directed me to head
over to the cave to await further instruction upon his return.” Jon explained
inching forwarded absorbing the stench of the sweat filled cave.
“If you insist on remaining don’t interfere with training.” Damian warned
pressing a button that activated the conveyer mounted to the ceiling. Another
sand filled bag moved down the line replacing the discarded one that Damian had
kicked to Jon.
“Why are you so angry all the time?” Jon questioned strolling behind the
shorter boy.
“Because unlike you I like to get the recognition when it is due.” Damian
elaborated punching the bag until his knuckles numbed. “The Older heroes don’t
salute us when we are just as valuable.”
Damian was offended with the League and Tim. But hurt most by his father’s
discontentment with him. Bruce should have confidence in him knowing he was
capable. Even more bothersome was that he was his son and in that sense should
have more of an understanding with him. But time and time again he sided with
Tim, the League and anyone else over him, his son. What more can he do to prove
his worth to his father?
 “That’s okay. My dad said with time and showmanship we could be great heroes
like the Justice league.” Jon chimed.  
“Be just as great?” Damian stopped his assault on the bag turning to Jon
raising his brow. “Without our intel there would be no Justice League. Why sell
yourself short when it was you and I who uncovered the vital information to
move forward with this case?”
Damian was tired. Tried of being second rate to all those who he deemed
incompetent. Tried of being treated like a child. Tried of being reprimanded
for achieving what he was conditioned to do. What Batman expected him too do.
All that he has strived for and all those sacrifices he had to endure in vain.
Jon was too content with being treated like a child. What is the value of age?
He had endured more than most the League at such a young age. Either he was to
immature or to mature for his own good. But was it for his own good? Or was it
for the good of those who dictated the world who wanted to retain their
control?
“We are sidekicks. Just learning the ropes. If it hadn’t been for Red Robin who
knows where we would of ended up.” Jon caught his tongue but it was to late.
Damian had already taut his muscle his pulse becoming erratic. Was he still
upset over the while incident with his brother. Yes it was true Tim had gone
bit overboard but it was just to reprimand them for being so rash. Right? Jon
now feeling conscious about his presence tried to convince Damian to take a
break and rest until their fathers had returned.
“Come on Damian. Lets play some video games. I think Alfred even baked some
cookies.” Jon suggested grinning as he thought about the warm cookies he’d
consume later.
“Unlike you some of us have to actually work for our spots on the hero board.”
Damian hissed turning back to his training.
Damian was becoming more irritated with the more Jon articulated. Everyone so
guidable to hang on every word the League said. He thought when he joined the
Titans it’d give him a sense of freedom to move about how he saw fit. But even
among those adolescent heroes there was still that lack of confidence. There
was a lack of individualism.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Jon furrowed his brows pouting his lips.
“I’m being blunt there should be no confusion.” Damian was growing more hostile
as the conversation progressed.
There was something more to these statements. Yeah Damian was mean but not to a
point where he intended on hurting the other. Jon understood that their
relationship was on an obligatory basis but Damian never lashed out on him
before. It dawned on Jon that the two never said much to each other apart from
the impeding situations they would get themselves into.
“Hmph.” Jon folded his arm over his chest brooding over the bared chest kid
beside him.
“If you are going to stand around grab a glove.” Damian suggested gesturing at
the punching mitts.
Jon also wanted to take out that aggression directed toward the other boy. No
matter how hard Jon tried Damian always seemed to regress back into his shell.
Not only did this frustrate him but also he was tired of being patronized
because he was born special. Since the two had meet Damian had been plotting
ways to rid the planet of him and his father just like Batman.
Jon slipped his hand into the mitt crushing his feet into the ground. Locking
his arms forward he grinned as he stationed himself in front of Damian. Jon
would make sure Damian understood his level of abilities. When Damian swung his
arm forward Jon countered slamming his hands forward as the two collided. But
despite the iron shield Damian still hammered his fist forward.
Jon was a little irked that his friend wouldn’t submit to his strength. What
did he have to do to get Damian to consider him as an equal? Jon was too nice
and knew Damian was too stubborn to yield. So he let up allowing his friend to
relieve his frustrations. Diverting from the topic he hoped he could change the
atmosphere and allow Damian to loosen with small talk.
“Think happy thoughts.” Jon perked raising his shoulders. “Like who will be
your first kiss?” he contemplated scramming around his brain to match up
personalities with Damian.
“Stop moving around you’re messing with my flow.” Damian complained still
fierce with his punches.
“Maybe someone like Maya?” Jon arched his brows looking to Damian to observe
his reaction to her name but nothing changed with his vitals.
“I fail to see the significance?” Damian confessed clocking his arm back
punching Jon in the jaw while he was distracted in thought. Damian never slips
always striking his intended target and today that was Jon. The boy tired of
having to discuss his problems and feelings so that others can understand him
or get a better perspective. Damian was tired he did not want to be understood
by simpletons. What he yearned for was an understanding from the ones whose
opinions mattered.
“Hey whatcha did you do that for?” Jon groaned even though he could take a
punch. But this time Damian hit him there was more aggression behind the swing
than usual.
“Its not my fault you wouldn’t stay still.” Damian retorted slipping his hands
from the gloves. Walking over to the counter he located a bottle of water
twisting the cap to guzzle down the entirety. With the remaining water he hosed
down his body allowing the sweat to trail off him and onto his shorts. “Plus
aren’t you invulnerable?”
Jon rolled his eyes continuing where he had left off. “You don’t know what a
first kiss is supposed to be like? What are you living in the dark ages?” Jon
questioned doubting the maturity of his friend who insisted he was grown.
Damian tensed at the comment. There was a significance too a kiss? This made
him recoil on his last encounter with Dick. Their lips interlocked his breath
hot and felt. The images made him fluster as his heart began to thump loud.
Damn you Grayson Damian curse to his name. Was Dick that someone special? True
he was the sole person beside his father that Damian deeply cared for but did
that count?
“So you have?” Jon detected the accelerated pulse. He was bemused and outraged
that Damian never shared his experience with him before. “Well spit it out. Who
was it?” Jon interrogated narrowing his brows in suspicion.
“I told you to stop monitoring my vitals. It is called privacy.” Damian
grumbled walking around Jon settling into the chair facing the monitor.
“But what does a kid like you need privacy for?” Jon chuckled at the irony.
Damian just had teased Jon about not being grown enough to require any, but now
here he was on the receiving end. “So?” Jon raced alongside Damian leaning over
his chair eager to know.
“That is none of you business.” Damian snapped shutting Jon down.
“Fine then I won’t tell you mine.” Jon whined folding his arms.
“You’ll actually have to find someone who doesn’t find you repulsive first.”
Damian taunted.
Jon would have countered or even roughed Damian up a bit but the look on his
face was confusing to Jon. Damian just glared at the blank screen distracted in
thought. Jon opted to sit alongside the boy’s legs fidgeting with his fingers
until the other was ready to talk.
“Your not even old enough to understand.” Damian began faltering in his
resolve. That was such an understatement since Damian himself did not
understand the concept of sexual attraction. He could understand the physical
part of it but couldn’t’ get a handle on how the brain aspect of it worked in
conjunction.
“You don’t want to fess up because they’re probably hideous.” Jon teased.
“You jealous Supes?” Damian grinned swiveling the chair to lock eyes with the
blue eyed hybrid.
“No!” Jon asserted.
“Then why should you concern yourself with who I kiss?” Damian raised his brow.
“Hmph I just wanted to know.” Jon snickered crossing his arms straightening in
his spot. “So how was it?” he was curious now wanting to know what to expect.
“Nothing special just smacking lips together.” Damian lied hoping Jon wouldn’t
detect the nervousness in his voice. He would never forget or undervalue the
taste of his older brothers lips.
“Huh. I thought there’d be more?” Jon now questioning the insight his father
gave him not too long ago.
Should there be more? Damian wondered reliving that moment over and over again
until it felt just as real as that night.
 
***** Control *****
Chapter Summary
     Damian finished showering after practicing with Jon. When he returns
     to his room he is turned on underneath his towel! Should he relieve
     himself? But how?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Damian could have cared less where Jon had ended up. Knowing him he was already
in the kitchen pestering Alfred for sweats like all the stupid kids his age.
The sole thing on Damian’s mind was being prepared for when his father
returned. There must have been a break in the case that Bruce would have sent a
Kent to the manor. What was his father plotting? What would he need a Kent for
beside raw power?  
The thoughts danced around his mind even after he had entered the shower.
Damian hated to be uninformed when dealing with a case. But he knew his father
wouldn’t let up drip-feeding him information when necessary. It was one of the
punishments he loved to utilize against him. This made him feel just as
ignorant like the hybrid prancing around his house. Damian would have gamble to
retrieve the information disregarding his father but he did not want to
jeopardize the slack on his leash. Whatever was happening it must have been
something big. Big enough that Bruce would consider including him in the case
even though he was punished.
Damian turned the faucet allowing the chilled water to spill onto his chest not
bothering to give the water time to heat. Whenever Damian needed refocusing he
would hop into the shower punishing himself until he was centered. It was how
he was conditioned under his grandfather. The child needed this because as time
passed he was becoming softer and softer around these morons. These people who
stirred emotions Damian never knew existed.
Damian wondered if Tim would also be joining them and if so how should he
approach him? Will there be a confrontation when the two interact again? Since
their last spat it seemed Tim was avoiding him. So Damian was unsure how to
tread considering what transpired. These conflicting thoughts and feelings
weighed heavily on him since then. It frustrated him not knowing how to
overcome the tension that slithers along his spin whenever he recoils on that
night. The touch of his older brother haunted his sleep and occupied his mind
even in his waking life. And the thought of Tim scowling down at him offended
Damian but he did not know why? Why had even cared? The both clashed most times
but this time it was different. Damian was different. That is what terrified
him the most.
Damian unwrapped from the towel around his waist gazing down at the erection.
He was as hard as that night with Tim. It was not the first time he had gotten
a hard on but since that night he seem to not be able to subdue that ache he
typically would ignore. Unlike his predecessors he wanted to be in peak
condition, which meant not giving into sexual arousals. Damian understood now
more than ever how influential sexual allure could be threatening. But the
Justice League would be back and he did not want to impede his chances of
resuming action.
Damian was so engrossed in thought he did not detect Dick approaching. The
older brother had returned early from his usual patrol being summoned by
Batman. Since the streets were quiet he figured he’d spend some time with his
younger brother before setting out with the League. Dick did not expect to see
what he saw as he approached his room.
Damian was hunched over the edge of the mattress penis in hand. Dick expected
Damian to realize he was there but the child never adverted his gaze. Dick
froze anticipating the act that would follow. The man knew he should not have
lingered or at least have let his presence be known but he didn’t. There was
something about observing Damian during his primitive phases that appealed to
him. It was rare to catch the tot vulnerable and be able to observe him in his
raw elements.
Nothing had progressed. Damian still slumped over hand resting between his
thighs. Did the kid not know how to do it? Dick shifted his gaze to fix on that
face he admired so much. Damian was flushed his brows sloped with frustration.
Dick was flabbergasted at the scene unfolding before him. For some reason Dick
expected Damian to be well versed on everything and anything. This amused Dick
who settled in for the show.
Damian cupped his erection sliding his hand down to the base of his dick.
Wincing he groaned unable to hold back the cries of desperation. Dick became
flustered ears warming to the whimpers of the aching child. Dick cupped his own
mouth to inhibit the noises that threatened to escape his lips. The man was
ashamed but could not advert his gaze. The obscene spectacle aroused this heat
that surged through him like a fever. It muddled his senses and clouded his
judgment. Would it hurt to just fantasize behind close doors where no one would
ever know? Where he could not be judged? Where he could pretend it was all in
his head that there was no merit to that ache that plagued him whenever he
thought about the boy.
Detaching from his erection Damian huffed staring down at the even harder
organ. It hurt even to the touch. The child was confused and inexperienced to
relieve himself. Frustrated he curled into his knees hoping the swelling would
go away on it’s own. Damian cursed the changes that were happening to him. He
hated Tim for initiating these sensations inside him. Blamed Dick for stirring
these strange sentiments and thought Jason unless for not being able to clarify
anything beside his own self doubt.  
Dick detected the frustration now amused and craving more. Just the mere sight
of a defeated Damian sent him into a frenzy. The fever slithered along his skin
raising bumps where the ache trailed as he became enamored with that crushed
expression. The man delighted when his brother would crease his forehead
whenever he was bothered or the way he pursed his lips whenever he pouted. As
the time spent between the two increased those subtle gestures that entertained
Dick fostered into something alluring. Dick wondered what kind of expression
Damian would have if he were to just crush him beneath him? Which would be the
source of his madness the weight or the degradation of being powerless against
him?
Dick was well aware of the potential threat that he posed to the child.
Although he rationalized these sentiments he understood there was more than
just adoration behind those desires however innocent it had started. With every
look and each interaction those urges matured into something repugnant.
Something Dick refused to admit as he continued to become unraveled by the
captivating child.
Dick could not bear it no longer sliding into the room. The alarm in his head
sounded cautioning him to retreat but he could not concede. Still entranced he
idled fixing on those startled greens. Damian had not been aware of the
onlooker taken aback when the brother had intruded.
“Grayson out!” Damian shouted covering his exposed regions. The reddening of
his cheeks deepened as he wore the embarrassment.
Dick stared at the bare child pressing against the door until it was shut and
turning the latch until he heard it click. Dick knew how bad this was but did
not resist the urge that has been mounting for a while now. Even though his
conscious was cautioning him he still danced around the idea of having a
helping. Damian was so intoxicating and so vulnerable in those moments. It was
as if Dick was peering into a canvas. The child unrefined captured in a moment
with no filters just raw emotion behind the gaze. It was a primitive one. A
look of despair as if he was on the verge of madness.
Damian fixed on those blues confused at the gesture. The boy wanted to contest
but could not move in his state. What was Dick thinking? Damian couldn’t
decipher that glint in those blues. There was a determination that he has only
seen when Dick was handing out a beating or lashing out during a confrontation.
Dick would never allow the child to see that part of him but when Damian was
his Robin he would catch glimpses. The kind of expression that demonstrated the
supremacy he held over his targets.
Dick plopped into the mattress alongside the younger stretching his arm around
him. The weight difference had Damian sliding into the older man. Their arms
brushed against one another as Dick loomed over the smaller brother to inspect
the problem. The man inhaled stabilizing his breath in order to control the
hurricane that was stirring inside. What was he doing? Why was he doing this?
Dick was on the verge of crossing that line he had drafted while the two were
still partners. The line he had convinced himself he would never cross.
“What do you think you’re doing Grayson?” Damian demanded an explanation. Why
was he here? Dick was one to disregard the limitations of boundaries but this
was unusual. The older man knew his discord towards human contact but this…this
was strange. Damian was full out naked and this is the time Dick sought
attention. Not even taking into account that underneath the cloth he was turned
on. Would Dick notice? Had Dick noticed? Was his reason for being here to tease
him again?
Dick tugged at the towel while Damian opposed clinging to the little fabric
that was covering him. The determination behind his opposition wavered as the
fabric rubbed against him causing him to judder. Dick utilized the arm he had
stretched around the child seizing his hand to combat the resistance.
Maneuvering his head and shoulders in between the other arm he arched his back
steering the free limb behind him. Leaning forward he clasped the erection at
the base. Damian swelled in his hand shuddering at the touch. A groan resonated
from the child. Dick marveled at the response grinning at the clenched jaw. It
was to enticing to waver now he was too consumed with hunger to relent. The
sensitiveness of the boy beckoned him.
“Allow me help.” This was not one of the usual considerate proposal Dick would
suggest but more of a demand. The child was taken aback. The sternness of the
man confused him leaving him at a loss for words. The child was at a standstill
mauling over his conviction. Damian wanted to be seen as a force but how could
he when he always required some form of support?
“Duh-Don’t” Damian cried eyes now swelling with moisture. The boy tried
wiggling between those strong arms but Dick’s hold was indissoluble. Even on
the best of days Damian could not match the level of power Dick possessed.  
Dick fixed on Damian observing as his face reddened. Those green eyes narrowed
lips curled as he tried to find his breath. Dick pulled the excess skin to the
tip twirling his wrist to moisten the head with the fluid beading at the
opening. Damian groaned craning his head as he bit down on his lower lip. The
blood surfaced trailing along his throat. Damian was fighting the urge to slam
his hips into Dick’s touch but wanted to do better. Better then last time Dick
had tried to teach him. Better than the time Tim forced him into euphoria.
The organ encased inside Dick grew louder with each caress. The tightening in
his face commenced the blood pulling to his cheeks. The man advanced slowly
knowing if he were to jump right in he might succumb to those carnal desires he
tried so hard to ignore. Dick knew it was wrong to act on those feelings that
consumed him but the ache inside had overridden his mind. The fever steered
him. Gliding his hand down he started to pump stimulating the pulsating
erection in his hand.
Damian fought as hard as he could all chewed out of lips. The attention of the
older brother sparked that fire that raged within. There was this passion that
could not be tamed. Damian was waiting. Waiting for approval. Waiting for
instructions. But no orders came. Was this to test his resilience? Did his
brother intend on making him mad? Did he want him to beg? Damian jerked forward
pressing against Dick resting his forehead along his back. The child dug his
fingertips into the older man raking his nails along his shoulder blade. A
groan slipped from Dick as he continued to inflate. Damian could not contain it
any longer sinking his teeth into the flesh along the collarbone. The pain
surged as the skin rupture causing Dick to cock back.
Damian realized the influence it had on Dick utilizing the knowledge to drive
Dick to the edge. While the man was still immobilized Damian elevated to reach
the nape of the neck piercing the area once again. Dick whimpered as the child
bit deeper into him the blood surfacing. Damian held the reigns now or so he
thought. The child attributed the grunts to pain oblivious to the real purpose
it served.      
Dick now understood the phrase it is a fine line between pain and pleasure. The
harder Damian bit into him the harder it was to fight the urge to bit back. The
breath of Damian was hot and desperate searing into his flesh making him stir.
Dick could not take no more twisting his torso around the child, securing his
hands underneath his pits to raise him up off the mattress. Dick held him
inches from his face absorbing the flush to his flesh. Pass the wet draping
hair he could detect the hunger behind those glaring eyes. A hunger that
equaled his own. Dick lowered him into his lips interlocking their mouths.
The joining of their lips had Damian hot. The warmth to his face intensified
igniting that fire that raged on and pulled into his stomach. His heart
thumping so loudly he was sure that Dick could hear it too. The child had never
experienced this feeling before but knew the moment their lips connected that
this was the poison he was craving all those nights. Damian was surprised but
willing allowing the older brother to thrust his tongue inside his mouth.
Damian was not prepared chocking on the foreigner inside his mouth. But Dick
did not let up sliding his tongue further into the boy. Wanting to devour him.
Damian wheezed gasping for air as his mouth swelled. Raising his hands to
Dick’s chest he balled them attempting to push some distance between them but
was unsuccessful. The resistance just made Dick more ravenous pressing them
closer and bruising the flesh he had secured in his hands. It was futile to
struggle against a man of his build. The kiss was rough and feverish their
teeth clashing. Dick swallowed his whole mouth the child still so small to even
match his pace.
Was there more to these sloppy kisses? Did Dick intend more than just to teach
Damian? There was heaviness to his heart. An ache Damian had never known. There
was this yearning for something more than just physical contact. There was a
want for affection that went deeper than a kiss. A connection the two had
always shared. He wanted to explore that with his hands, with his mouth and
body. But he restrained himself knowing if he were to indulge there would be
trouble when the two detached. That he would never want to let go. To never
stop feeling the sensation he felt with each exchange.  
Dick slammed Damian onto the mattress, mounting him, bringing his arms up and
over his head to lock them in place. The man baring his weight onto the boy so
he could not escape. With his free arm he laced his fingers over the hollow of
his throat trailing them along the curves of his abs. Observing where the bumps
surfaced he leaned in kissing along the trail. The flesh was soft and not too
scarred compared to his own. Damian squirmed in his arms as he traced the dip
in his pelvis. It kindled the fire inside him that surged throughout causing
the erection to swell painfully.
“Nngghh-Ah.” Damian groaned craning his head while arching his back. Biting
down onto his lip again he fought the urge to cry out. The child in a haze
indulging in the bliss of being touched by the one man that made him conscious
of someone else other then himself.
Dick relished in the discomposure savoring each expression Damian granted. With
each touch and every whimper Dick was falling harder for the boy. When did
these feelings become so prevalent?At first he assumed it was admiration since
the child has such talent at such an age. Or perhaps it could have been
admiration towards his maturity for such a young age that Dick still struggled
to maintain during hardships? It could even have been how beautiful he was
blossoming into. How he resembled so much of the man Dick had looked up to and
wanted to emulate but could never. Or the fact that their bond had flourished
from the fantasies he had once wished for both him and his adopted father.
Whatever the reason it did not matter because in those moments all that had
mattered was the connection they shared.  
Dick was intoxicated by the muffled moans and cries resonated from the child.
It caused him to ache made him desperate for more. Lacing his fingers through
Damian’s hair he grabbed a handful craning his head back to expose the throat.
Trailing his tongue along the groves in the hollow of his collarbone he sucked
the skin until the red spectacled bruise surfaced. It was gentle but ample
enough to provoke a snarl from the little bat. Leaning forward he licked the
bleeding lip, sucking roughly as he found his way back to the erection.
“Uh.” Dick groaned as Damian latched onto his mouth pulling back as he
maneuvered the man closer to him. The gesture strengthened the ache in his
groin and fueled the fire rampaging within. Their fluids mixed both blood and
salvia as the two expressed their lust for one another.  
Again Dick started at the base gliding his hand up the length finding the
rhythm again. Teasingly he rotated his pelvis against the child grinding their
hips together making Damian more desperate for that friction. Cranking his ass
forward he slammed into Dick’s hold pumping harder and faster as his penis
became slick with precum. Damian pulled his face from Dick too focused on the
pressure mounting. The kid on edge now needing that release soon before he
became addicted too that man’s touch.
Dick identified that brazen glint amid those greens. The furrow of Damian’s
brow suggested his want to challenge his control. Dick responded to his
advances ramming his tongue back inside the child. Swerving his hips harder
against Damian crushing him as their bodies collided.
“Ugh-um.” Damian choked as he swelled with heat. The fire threatened to consume
him. The more Dick teased the more Damian became spellbound and starved for
more. Damian wanted more. Was there even more? Beyond these safe touches could
there be more for them? Damian could sense the frustration of the older brother
as he ravaged him crushing him further into the mattress.
As Damian suspected Dick was frustrated suppressing the urge to cleave his way
into the child. The close contact was driving him insane not being able to
advance further then mere touching and kissing. Dick was also aware of the
aching Damian was experiencing and the need for him to release. But Dick too
was experiencing the mounting pressure and craved something more to hold onto
when it was all over. Dick needed more of those expressions to burn into his
skull so he could revisit each night to come.
“Bare with it.” Sorry Damian if I don’t I probably would do something more
regrettable.Dick tried to convince himself that this was best because if he
allowed Damian to climax he might not be able to maintain control. But who was
he fooling the man was never in control.
Dick finally released the arms he had secured allowing Damian to wrap his arms
around him. The child clawed at his back tearing streaks into his flesh as he
frantically sought out his brother’s lips. This time when Damian found Dick’s
neck he slurped at the taut flesh sucking the skin between his clenched teeth
as he groaned. Dicks now free hand found its way into Damian’s hair knowing if
it were to stray he would be to far gone to stop himself from sullying the boy.
Tears swelled in the child’s eyes as he fixed on those calming blues. This was
it. There would be no more reservation. Damian was peaking euphoria.
Dick detected the desperation and knew he had no more time to spare. The child
grew inpatient ramming his penis hastier into Dick’s hold. With each rougher
thrust Dick countered with an equally firm stroke meeting Damian’s pace. The
child was frenzied drooling in pure bliss as he pumped and fucked Dick’s hand
so hard he was tearful and ready to burst. All his muscle taut as he erupted
shrieking in elation the fluid pumping through his length spurting out and onto
his chest.
From downstairs in the kitchen Jon tensed frozen in place as he heard Damian
walling at the top of his lungs. Of course he did not intend on eavesdropping
but he heard his friend at a pitch his voice had never reached. Jon sensed the
way in which his friend’s heart accelerated and the whimpers that followed. It
flustered him in a way he had never experienced before. Something about
Damian’s cries ignited this heat that colored him red. Jon considered
investigating but knew his friend could handle most troubles that he found
himself in. The child not even sure he was in trouble. So he just settled back
in listening covertly so to not alert the butler of his disregard for privacy.
Dick groaned while continuing to pump as the semen spilled into his hands.
Damian just continued to gush as more white fluid oozed from his shaft. The
child shuddered as the last of it dribbled from his opening. Damian eyes
drooped and heavy as he fixed on Dick. The older man had his teeth curled into
his lips as he looked down at the child. The older brother wanted more but saw
the child was done he could not force anymore out of him. Damian had reached
his limit. So he opted to watch over the child mussing his hair while planting
kisses along his face as he slipped into slumber.
Once he heard the snore resonating from the sleeping child he pulled away
erecting himself. The erection was still pulsating underneath the confinements
of his pants. Fixing himself he sat beside the child placing one more kiss upon
his forehead before he excused himself from the room. Once he stepped into the
hall Tim was standing out front glaring up at him.
“Tucking in the spawn from hell?” Tim teased raising his brow in suspicion.
“Just like I used to do for you not so long ago.” Dick countered rustling the
hair of his uptight brother.
Once Tim was sure Dick was gone he entered the room looming over the sleeping
child. The brother was there to prepare him for when Bruce returned but he
could not come to wake him during his needed sleep. Placing the suit he had in
tow on the edge he sunk into the mattress beside the boy. Brushing the strands
from his forehead he inhaled the fresh scent of shampoo admiring the peaceful
expression Damian wore. The child was precious when he was not conscious so
delicate it was almost unbearable to even look at him in such a raw state. It
was almost criminal.
There was this weigh to Tim again. There was this guilt that has been eating
him since their last encounter. The way Damian looked at him when he dismissed
him that plagued Tim ever since. Tim said many hurtful things to the kid
before. In fact both tossed around just as hurtful statements on a daily basis.
But for some reason this time it struck a nerve with Damian. Even when Tim
knows he has gone too far he has never felt ashamed for this long before. But
it was something in his stare that haunted him. That is why he had been
avoiding him. Tim hoped that the confrontation would just smooth over like
usual without either focusing on blame. The two never apologized to one another
it was never needed. But this time it was hard for Tim to come to terms with
those harsh word he’d uttered to the child that day. The redness to Damian and
the tears behind the mask was evidence of how deep the hurt went.
Tim just wanted to humiliate the kid show him how he could dehumanize him with
ease. Wanted to make it clear to Damian that he could transcend him with just
simple words but perhaps he took it too far? Tim thought that after the
punishment he gave him on the roof that night he would be more compliant but
perhaps he went to far? To be honest he should be more considerate towards the
kid’s circumstances considering he had a good life and it was he who introduced
himself into this lifestyle. Opposed to him Damian was born into this existence
he did not ask for and was expected to be a person he may not want to have
been. If he lived up to Batman’s expectations then he was besmirching his
mother and her teaches. The structure that he was brought up by that he
struggled with everyday to suppress.
Tim wanted for so long to connect with the child but was just as threatened for
his position alongside Bruce. Until now he couldn’t see the possibilities of
how they could come together and make a force to be reckoned with. Tim observed
the sleeping child absorbing the admirable attributes he had to offer. There
was a subtle hue to his cheeks and his mouth swollen with lacerations. Tim
trailed along his arms noting the bruises along his wrist. Was that because of
him? Had the marks not healed? The guilt arose again causing him to feel that
remorse he hated to admit too.
Although Tim wanted to teach the child restraint it was him who was affected
with those word and those interactions they had experienced together. It was
him who was plagued with uncertainties. The child had done something to him.
Revealed something within him that made him question his moral integrities. Tim
leaned forward pressing his forehead into Damian’s in remembrance of that night
on the roof. Leaning closer he placed his mouth along his meshing their lips
together as he experienced that heat that pulled into his stomach. That was it
the missing fragment to their interaction that night. Tim found solace in their
kiss. If he had done it sooner even during that night then perhaps Tim would
not feel that regret that continues to afflict him? The remedy was short lived
the uncertainties returned causing him to pull away not wanting to drown in
those emotions again. Such trivial things should not affect a robin. Tim would
not allow himself to be swayed by no one again.
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Dick found safety in the master bathroom to his old room. Shutting the door
with haste he turn the knob to the sink splashing water on his face but that
did not calm the storm stirring within. Peering into the mirror he cursed the
man reflected back at him. Cursed that hunger amid those blue eyes that judged
him back. Slamming his palm against the tiled wall he balled his hand into a
fist shifting his weight onto his elbow. Leaning forward he draped his head in
shame allowing the hair to shroud his face to hide from the disappointment that
was ensuing.
With his other hand Dick found the tab to his zipper separating the teeth until
his boxer was exposed. Hesitant he idle hand at his crouch hoping the erection
would subside. But the pressure continued to mount as he replayed those images
of Damian in his mind until he could not hold out any longer. Sliding his hand
in between his underwear he freed his hard on wrapping his hand around his
penis. Shutting his eyes tight he projected Damian into his mind the thought of
his mouth smooshed against his. The thought alone made his cock pulse and bead
with precum. Dick tried to hold back his grunt but was too tormented by the
encounter they had just shared.
The organ was aching earnest about its desire to ravish the child. Dick
loosened his grip wanting to explore those expressions more knowing if he held
to tightly he would be done in by the mere image of the boy. The man thrust his
hips into the air craving that friction he had but lost too soon. Imagining
going further then what he had done with Damian in that room. Imaged touching
him passed that safe zone he convinced himself he’d drawn. Dick visualized him
slipping his fingers into the child as he matched it with the expressions
Damian had granted him earlier. The visualizations were torturing him causing
him to clench firmly again on his dick gliding up his shaft as he imagined
further. Recoiled on the way in which Damian bit down on his lips. And the way
he bit into Dick or the way he groaned aching for more contact as he teased him
as their bodies collided.
Reminiscing on the brightness to his cheeks as he flustered harder with each
caress. The way in which his mouth curled as he fought to hold back his
cries.Cries that Dick would incite from him even if it were just inside the
confinement of his mind. Dick fantasied about defiling him. Afflicting pain
until Damian could accommodate his size. Imagine how difficult it would be for
him to even get the tip of his head in. How tightly Damian would clench around
his cock as he dug deeper forcing the rest of the way into him. Imagine how hot
and tight it would feel inside Damian. Fantasized about Damian shrieking in
ecstasy and in pain as he pumped him. As Dick rammed into him with no restraint
lifting him off the ground and pounding him into his cock as Damian pleaded for
gentleness. But he would not comply arching him forward as he sullied him
further slamming their hips together and grinning deeply inside until he found
the spot.
All those thoughts unraveled the person lurking behind that facade he showed to
the world. It made him stir and shriek in anguish as the desire fostered making
him slam harder and faster into himself. Tightening his hand he pumped working
his way up his length and back down until he found the most effective rhythm.
Pacing himself he fucked his hand to the images of Damian as he cried out the
semen flowing from his shaft. Dick imagined being inside Damian filling him
with his seed as he impelled deeper and harder into him. Imagine the child
crying out as he seized in his hands releasing his own fluids as the both
climaxed in sync. Imagine the fluid leaking from his hole and trailing down his
thighs as he continued to pump and fill.
“Ugh-Ngh.” Dick groaned at the fantasies spurting into his hand harder and
fiercer as the cum spilled onto the tiling. Clenching his jaw he held his
shriek as best he could observing the remaining fluid bead off his tip.
After stabilizing his breath and allowing his heart to settle he stared down at
the mess he made. Shit. The man tried to convince himself that this was the
better of the two options. That this way neither of them would get hurt if he
just fantasied but never acted upon those urges. Dick again tried to convince
himself he was in control. That he had made it to the bathroom and had not
acted further on those fantasies. But that was so far from control. There was
no control and he knew better and was terrified of the reprimandation that
could follow. Bruce would kill him.
The man has spent years building a trusting relationship convincing him that
the reporters and media outlets concocted the notion of Bruce adopting him to
defile him. Dick should have been doing the same. Convincing Damian that he was
there to encourage him to be a better him a better Robin. But here he was doing
the opposite fantasizing about sullying the child.
When had all of this started? Dick questioned but knew very well it started
when Bruce was thought to be dead and escalating as the two became closer.
Overtime he began making excuses for those perverse feelings writing them off
as him wanting to become a father figure to him. But after a while he could not
lie to himself and he was ashamed. In that moment and whenever the child would
come to mind he was ashamed at who he had become.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Hope you guys enjoyed this one. I'm at a cross road unsure in which
     direction to go. If anyone has suggestions on who they would like to
     see Damian interact with I'm all ears.
***** LexCorp *****
Chapter Summary
     Damian attends a gala at LexCorps. The Justice League are
     surveillancing Lex Luthor suspecting him of mingling with the outside
     visitors. Jon keeps Damian entertained until the real event unfolds
     next chapter.
Damian was anxious. The child waited along side his older brothers absorbing
the throng of civilians entering the glass skyscraper. Neither Dick nor Tim
were suited in their paroling attire. Why were all three in metropolis? And why
were they dressed for a gala? Damian hated events such as this. Whenever he had
to attend one as the heir of Wayne enterprises he despised the people and the
scene. This must have been one of the deliberate punishments his father imposed
on him. Surely there were more to come. Where was his father? How would he be
greeted? All that insubordination now seemed ill rationalized.
“No Worries Dami.” Dick broke the silence straightening in place. “At least
Bruce included you. That could be translated into his compromising temperament.
He can’t be all that mad. Right?” Dick looked at Tim for support but received
none.
Tim met his brother’s gaze raising a brow. Yes Dick was optimistic but he was
stretching their father’s consideration toward disobedience. Dick should know
better than all of his sons that he would not have any of it especially from
his biological son. It pleased Tim knowing the demon spawn will feel his wrath.
“Well aren’t you the definition of optimism.” Dick mocked before static
vibrated along his cranium. The man placed his fingers to his ear pressing the
device closer to his lobe as he listened to the buzzing on the other end.
“Right.” Dick nodded placing his arm down at his side. “Sorry Dami the old man
is summoning me.”
Damian did not want his brother to leave. That assurance he felt when Dick was
around would be gone as soon as he was out of sight. Then how would he face his
father without the older brother being his voice of reason? The thought of
having to face his father terrified him. When had he become so afraid of a mere
man? It was not like he was scared of being reprimanded but scared of being
glazed over by those disappointing eyes that made him feel so small that
worried him. Of course he wouldn’t voice his concerns or ask Dick to stay he
would just do what he always did and watch his form fade into the crowd.
Once Dick was out of sight he turned to explore the building when Tim called to
him. “Demian.” The child hated that name but would not contest not wanting to
cause another scene. Why did he hate him so much? Damian turned to observe Tim
combing his fingers through his mane allowing some strands to drape along his
forehead. Once he had fixed his hair he ambled over to where the boy stood.
Stretching his arm forward he seized the disheveled tie reeling the child
toward him.
Damian parted his mouth prepared to retort a series of inappropriate words when
he halted. Tim began straightening the article fastening it properly in between
his collar ironing the wrinkles from it. The boy was taken aback. What was
going on? Why was Tim being so weird? The gesture made him fluster his heart
thumping a bit faster. The two hadn’t been so close since that night. Looking
to the blue-eyed brother he waited for an explanation.
“If you want to be viewed as someone formidable enough for his praise then be a
person mature enough to accept the punishment you have incurred.” Tim advised
adjusting the collar folds to hide the love marks. Tim was curious and a bit
peeved wondering how the brother received those markings?
Damian wanted to contend but there was merit to what the older brother was
saying. It has been a problem with Damian to admit to his faults and take a
punishment without defending his reasons. It was true he disobeyed both his
father and his brother who he looked up to but would never admit. But Damian
was still confused why was Tim being considerate to his disposition. Had he
sensed his distress?
Damian peered into those riveting blues willing to address all the difficulties
he may have caused when Tim looked away hand cupped to his ear. “Affirmative.”
Tim uttered into the comm. Without a word too his brother he walked off into
the other direction.
Damian usually never thought twice about Tim parting but this time his presence
was missed. The kid was now all alone and did not know what to do with himself.
The boy hated mingling with crowds like this and avoided them as much as
possible but this time he needed to be in a spot where he could easily be seen
for when his father came for him. It was torture not knowing why and what
purpose he served by being there.
Wandering amid the throng he scoured the room for a familiar face. The adults
gawked at him the women approaching in order to pinch his cheeks. The men
thought themselves virile boasting how if he were to continue to sprout in the
same direction he too might grow up to be just as prominent as them. Damian
would counter with a smirk extending his hand out to crush the fools in between
his clench. The boy relished in their discomposure when he seized their hands
and refused to let up until the their voices reached that high pitch.
Damian was in the process of a greeting when over his shoulders he could detect
the dense footing of a super the person approaching at a rapid speed. Damian
sidestepped shifting his shoulders hoping to elude the person. Jon stumbled
forward when the other boy evaded his grasp.    
“Damian!” Jon hollered. There was a cheerfulness too his tone. Damian
anticipated the counter hug and would have escaped but there were onlookers now
and he could not dodge his way out of this one. “You’re here too?” The child
chimed embracing the other crushing him between his arms.
“That is quite apparent. I am standing right here in front of you there should
be no confusion.” Damian muttered wiggling himself from the crushing hold.
Jon was dressed in the same fashion Damian was except his suit was not tailored
and exhibited his subpar class. Jon noted the still extended hand of the
gentlemen Damian had been interacting with before he interrupted. The blue-eyed
child stretched his hand to greet the man when Damian intervened.
“Don’t.” Damian advised lower the extended arm. Damian would have loved to
demonstrate their strength but knew if Jon were to shake hands he would have
fractured him instead. Then Bruce would be even more pissed with him.
“Come on.” Damian directed seizing the others hand tugging him along to trail
behind.
“Where are we going?” Jon questioned as the two moved through the crowd.
“Somewhere where we’ll been seen but you won’t become a nuisance.”
“Nuisance?” Jon halted jerking Damian back when he tried to trek forward.
“Coming from the kid who can’t seem to help but get himself into trouble all
the time.” Jon refuted a bit offended.
“Would you quiet down? You are drawing attention.” Damian advised scouring the
room for the perfect lounging area.
“I don’t take orders from a midget.” Jon retorted crossing his arms in protest.
“Suit yourself then be on your own for all I care.” Damian countered ambling
over to the bar.
“I won’t be alone. My dad will find me later after he attends to business.” Jon
informed now regretting his spat with Damian. The child did not want to be
alone in that kind of crowd without someone he knew. Although him and Damian
never could see eye to eye at least he could be him around the other kid
without restraint.
“Good for you.” Damian shrugged off continuing toward the lounging area.
Jon became more desperate as the distance between the two became greater. The
boy did not want relent and follow after being difficult. But he did not want
Damian to leave him there alone either. Instead of compromising he utilized the
only way he knew how to get the other to stay. “Bet your dad is exasperated
having to constantly fetch you.”
As Jon suspected the statement stopped Damian in his tracks. “Tread with
caution Supes. If it weren’t for this crowd you’d be eating tiling right now.”
“Yeah how’d that fair for you last time?” Jon did not know how to effectively
communicate with the other. The child wanted Damian close but instead was
creating more distance and animosity.
“I don’t know? Care for another round?” Damian balled his fist gritting his
teeth.
This is not what Jon wanted but he would not back down. Why couldn’t he just
talk to Damian like he would anyone else? Why was it so difficult to see eye to
eye for once? Jon had an inkling it was because Damian did not treat him like a
child like everyone else. Damian took everything at face value meaning whenever
Jon would lash out it was not seen as a child ranting. Damian would not coddle
him and held him responsible for each word he uttered whether meticulous or
irrational. Jon too took defense tightening his hands. Jon apprehensive waiting
for the other to strike first but was taken aback when Damian lowered his hands
to his sides.
Damian had noticed the crowd that had gathered anticipating a scuffle between
the two. The child knew it would draw further attention and would blow their
cover so opted to with draw. Damian understood the struggle of trying to convey
your sentiments effectively and was sympathetic toward Jon. Redirecting the
conversation he continued onward signaling for Jon to follow. “Speaking of
which where is your father?”
Jon was confused and taken off guard but did not contest following behind the
other child as they made their way toward the seating area. “Somewhere around
here?” Jon answered scouring the room in chance he might spot the lot. “We all
came together.”
“We all?” Damian raised a brow curious as a to what he meant by we all.
“Yeah. My mom, Dad, Kara and me.” Jon counted on his fingers.
“Supergirl is here?” Damian murmured more to himself than the other plopping
into one of the leather armchair among the lounging platform. “Huh.” Damian
elicited a smile.
“What is that face?” Jon questioned sinking into the seat across.
“What face.” Damian knew what Jon was referring to but wanted to get him back
for earlier. The two could not fight but could rival in a mental show down.
“That one.” Jon pointed at the corners of the kids upturned mouth.
“Oh. Just the face of determination.”
“Determination?”
“Yeah.”
“Determination for what?” Jon was confused but curious. The boy knew that
mischievous expression to well knowing there was something more behind the
smirk.
“You wouldn’t understand with such a naïve mind.” Damian snorted waving his
hand around. There was some truth to it. Jon had no sense of attraction and
would never be close to acting upon it. Although it was new to Damian he did
have the experience to support his presumptions.
“Understand what?” Jon was getting riled now that Damian was attacking his
character. Damian thought him simple just because he was a bit older.
“Exactly.” Damian knew Jon hated ambiguity and enjoyed every moment of the
teasing. Damian thought Jon privileged never having to work for anything he was
gifted with. There was no struggle for him and when the two grew older Jon
would most likely have an easygoing life opposed to Damian. Of course
everything would always be easy for a Super.
“I hate these games Damian.” Jon shouted eyes now gleaming red.
“That is the problem because this is not a game. It is natural selection among
species.” Damian educated considering what he was actually saying. Kara would
be a great choice for a mate. The union would even make the Wayne linage
stronger and close to invincible.
“Selection?” Jon creased his forehead raising a brow.
“I’ll hold a torch for Kara for however long. Take her as mine since she is
suited for procreation.” Damian elaborated full of himself.
“Pro-procreation?” Jon was even more confused now. What was Damian getting at?
Why was he taking the round about way of saying what he wanted to say. Was he
making fun of Jon?
“Breeding little Kent.” Damian smirked wide with mischievousness.
“Yuck.” Jon wrinkled his nose and bit the edge of his tongue to exhibit his
repulsion. Jon did not want to think about his cousin in that manner and did
not want Damian to see her in that way either.  
“In fact she is the sole competent Kryptonian among the few.” Damian pointed
out the child now contemplating his choice. On instinct he mentioned her name
but was it because he unknowingly had a spot for her or was it to just piss off
his partner?
“Huh? What does she have that I don’t?” Jon took it as a direct insult aimed
for him. Knowing his friend too well he knew he meant it as an insult to his
character.
“Everything you do not possess. For starters she is full Kryptonian. She can
fly has a full grasp on her powers. She is the strongest and most durable among
the limited selection in our age range. Should I continue?” Damian looked to
Jon absorbing the offense behind his gaze. Damian knew exactly where to hit him
with the insults. Jon was so self-conscious about his lack of control and
performance when utilizing his abilities.
“Well that doesn’t mean she’ll want you.” Jon said putting it into perspective.
Although Damian may have had his eyes set on his cousin that did not mean she
would reciprocate the notion. Why would she want a stuck up prude?
“I’ll kiss Supergirl before the nights end.” Damian asserted hoping to get a
reaction out of the other.
“Yeah well if you want to kiss my cousin then you’ll have to plant one on me
first.” Jon avowed without much thought. The boy wanted to prove he was just as
skilled as his counterpart. Jon did not realize what he had actually suggested
until it had already escaped his lips. There was no way he could take it back
without looking meek to the other. The boy would not back down not for the
likes of a son of a mere man. Jon thought himself better than Damian or any
other human child among the many.
Although Damian was a bit thrown off by the intimacy of this one he could never
turn down a challenge. Damian lived for wagers such as this and what better way
to kill sometime. “Oh Supes. You make it too easy for me.” The corners of his
mouth upturned as he looked to the other with a fire blazing beyond that stare.
Damian pounced on top of the table that divided them startling Jon who jerked
in his chair. The older child leaned forward running the edge of his tongue
against the brim of his teeth. Crawling forward Damian purse his lips teasing
the other. “Pucker up little Kent.”
The closer Damian leaned in the further Jon became unhinged stretching his back
farther into his seat until it tipped over. The kid was now on his back upside
down in the chair the boy now regretting his earlier gamble. “Stay-stay away
from me you-you manic.” Jon pointed waving his arms around in desperation.
Scuttling on his rear he edged backwards attempting to put distance between the
two. This triggered an arousal from the other child as he grimaced watching the
rattled boy. Jon seized the opportunity erecting to make a dash for it when
Damian hooked his fingers in between the collar of his tux.
“No powers Kent.” He smirked releasing his hold so the other toppled over.
Damian took advantage mounting the other while he was still dazed.
Jon was scrambling his brain to understand what was happening right now. The
kid now crimson red as he flustered. Damian closed the gap between them causing
his heart to become erratic with anticipation. Jon was caught and vulnerable he
could not force his way out of this one. Staring back at the green-eyed boy he
tensed preparing for what was to come. Damian locked the other’s head between
his arms leaning close enough for Jon to feel his breath against his.
There was so much panic coursing through him as he dove into those riveting
orbs. For some reason Jon recoiled on earlier that evening when he had heard
Damian grunting. The sound echoed through his mind glazing him over with this
heat as he imagined Damian making that sound as he was now mounted on him. The
thought made his stomach churn causing the embarrassment to further. Jon was
now in an awkward position and would not be able to match Damian in that state.
The other was too skilled to evade without using his abilities. This was it.
Would Damian be his first kiss?
Jon expected to be more stubborn but was not to bother by the fact that Damian
would be his first. Why was he not bothered by that fact? For some reason he
experience a sense of comfort amid the others presence. Jon shut his eyes allow
his body to loosen as he accepted his fate. But before their mouths could make
contact the other was pulled away. Jon shot his eyes opened snapping forward as
he locked eyes with their fathers. Bruce was holding Damian by his collar
glaring down at him.
“Father?” Damian acknowledged turning his head to meet his father’s eyes.
“There will be no fun.” Bruce narrowed his eyes at his son as he strengthened
his grip to force the boy on to the tips of his toes.
Damian folded his hands grumbling as he shook off his father. “Then what are we
doing here?” The child questioned all the wittiness dissipated amid the
presence of his father. Jon detected their fun was over. Damian was now in
Robin mode.
“To investigate Lex Corps. Who else other than Lex Luther would be desperate
enough to entertain the notion of terrestrials on Earth for the sake of alien
tech?” Bruce narrowed his brows in thought as he looked to his son disregarding
the offended partner behind him.
Jon looked to his father as he registered the offense he was displaying. The
man tensed with his forehead creased as he looked to his colleague with
disapproval. Bruce paid him no mind continuing his speculation.
“What are our positions?” Damian inquired perking as he prepared for an
venture.
“Who said I required anything from you?” Bruce retorted fidgeting with an
elaborate looking watch tied to his wrist.
“Then why am I here?” Damian questioned the excitement gone from his tone.
“To help us blend. As you may have noted there are distinguished families among
the crowd. Notice all kin are in attendance. You serve as a distraction while
the League gather evidence to support are suspicions.” Bruce elaborated looking
to Clark to for an update on their surrounding area.  
Damian shifted in posture preparing to contest when Bruce shot him that looked
that even scared Superman at times. The child grumbled turning from his father
as he complained under his breath. Damian wanted to argue his position and how
he was pivotal to their investigation but waivered recoiling the earlier
conversation he had with Tim. Damian just wanted to get the recognition he
deserved and if that meant being on standby then that is what he would do. He
would prove to his father and those who doubted him he could be a team player.
“Good now that we’ve clarified I need you two to keep alert during the
operation.” Bruce ordered making the importance known to his son as he furrowed
his brows.
“Understood.” Damian confirmed.
“Ye-yes sir.” Jon saluted his father looking to him as he detected the
acceleration of his heart. Jon was still experiencing the embarrassment of
their almost kiss. Looking to Damian he wondered how he could remain so
composed? Could he attribute that to his experience? Was kissing really nothing
like Damian had stated earlier that week?
After the two men proceeded to their stations Damian settled back into the
seat. Jon was still riled from the earlier game making his way to the bathroom.
Alone again Damian collected his thought mentally preparing for the possible
fight ahead. The child needed to remove all uncertainties from his mind before
the time would come. Before long Kara had spotted Damian approaching him
knowing Jon could not be to far off.
“Ms. Danvers.” Damian acknowledged as she slid into the seat across from him.
“Mr. Wayne.” Kara smiled as she mocked the kid’s formality.
“The kid is in the washroom.” Damian informed as he digested the unusual
apparel of the girl.
“Going to torment me about the attire?” Kara questioned raising a brow looking
to her sapphire gown as she became conscious of her awkwardness.
“Quite the opposite. You look very beautiful to night Ms. Danvers.” Damian
flattered admiring the rose to her cheeks. She was a good choice Damian
confirmed as he recoiled the earlier conversation him and Jon had.
The girl smiled at the comment a bit flustered from the attention. “Well, If
nothing great comes out of this night at least I’ll have this moment where the
boy wonder has me wondering.” She admitted with a sheepish smile as she flagged
a passing server. Grabbing hors d’oeuvres from the platter she halted looking
to ceiling detecting something inaudible to Damian. “Well that is my que.” She
announced excusing herself as she to disappeared into the crowd.
Not long afterward Jon had rejoined the other boy replacing Kara sitting across
from Damian. Jon had since been monitoring Damian overhearing the interaction
between him and his cousin. “What was that?” Jon questioned raising a brow of
suspicion.
“Progress Johnny boy, Progress.” Damian boasted eliciting a sincere smile.
 
 
***** Trapped *****
Chapter Summary
     Damian and Jon explore finding trouble that they might need the
     League's help to get out of.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The two had been lounging for over an hour without word from their parents or
suspicious activities. Jon was enjoying the leisure but Damian was becoming
antsy. The boy’s mind kept drifting wondering what the League had planned for
the night? It irritated him as he imagined them mingling with the crowd
indulging in the food and small talk. The lot always gave the benefit of the
doubt that is why criminals were running amuck and his family had to be
summoned to metropolis that wasn’t even their district. Damian swatted the
bacon rolled cheese from Jon’s hand annoyed by his contentment.
“Hey. I was eating that.” Jon complained perplexed shifting his gaze to his
friend.
“Do you take pride in having others clean your city?” Damian was frustrated and
wanted to storm the castle. The boy upset with Jon’s lack of motivation.
“What are you talking about? It was you dad’s insistence that we attend this
bore of an event.” Jon reminded.
“That is because of your fathers incompetence. The first suspicions should have
been with Lex. Luther is his nemeses he should know him inside out instead of
relying heavily on my father.”
“My dad is a hero.”
“Your dad is a brainless brute and dives into action when the problem is
already at the forefront. Unlike Batman he doesn’t prevent crime or disasters
before it can become a problem. Are you okay with waiting for the problems to
arise? Or are you your own man?”
“Your dad said to stay put.”
“My father said too remain alert not indulge in commodities.”
“You just need to be embroiled in drama. That is what my mom says about you and
your dad all the time.” Jon fessed.
“Oh.” Damian leaned back into his chair folding his arms. “I had you pegged as
a model of your father but you’re a mommy’s boy.” He mocked.
“What did you say?” Jon hollered erecting to slam his palms against the table.
“Thought you had super hearing.”
Jon was about to counter when he heard commotion from afar. There were multiple
men with raised voices arguing in the distance but Jon could not decipher the
language. Damian detected the shift in temperament noting the dumbfounded
expression on Jon’s face.
“What are you picking up on?” Damian perked leaning in closer as if he would be
able to hear too.
“I’m not sure it is hard to make out.” Jon focused on the group filtering
outside noises. The men were communicating with intricate noises more so than
words but Jon could not make the connection.
“Can you hone in on their location?”
“No there are too many people to focus.”
“Remind me what purpose you serve again.”
“I-“ but before Jon could finish Damian interrupted.
“Let’s go.” He directed latching onto the other’s sleeve to tug him forward.
“Where are we-“ Jon began again but for the second time was cut off.
“Shh.” Damian shushed him sliding into the room at the far corner of the main
hall that looked restricted.
Jon was determined to be just as equal a detective as his strength he relied
on. The child had considered what Damian had advised earlier and wanted to be
seen as a force in all aspects. Jon did not want to just be another brute
sprinting into action when it presented itself. He wanted to prove to his
father, the world and especially Damian that he could be better than the man
before him.
Jon looked around absorbing his surrounding area. The two were in a corridor of
some sort with passages leading in all directions. The hall was long beyond
even what Jon could see. The dim lighting wasn’t helping either as he tried
refocusing again to see if he could pick up on the men again. Following the
foreign linguistics he extended his vision utilizing his abilities to locate
the conversers. The men were down the long stretch of hall just bellow the last
doorways. Scanning the room above he noted the absence of people and figured
that was there best bet to infiltrate the building without being noticed. After
Jon was sure he turned to his partner who was now stripping.
Damian had hunched over strapping his kneepads over his spandex. The boy was
bare chested now rummaging through his topcoat to retrieve his armored tunic
straightening to dress. Jon flustered with each movement the other made as his
muscles flexed while slipping on the rest of the costume.
“You wore you suit underneath your suit?” Jon questioned not knowing where to
station his eyes.
“Preparation.” Damian answered strapping his belt along his waist.
“Where did you even store all that?” Jon wondered examining all the pieces he
had layered on.
“Compression sheet.” He gestured at a crumpled plastic sack. Turning his tux
inside out he revealed a pocket slip as wide as the backside of the jacket.
That was where he hid the extra articles without it being bulky. “You need to
change. To many people would place the suit with your height.”
“But I have nothing to disguise myself with.” Jon pointed out. He did not
anticipate having to use his costume for tonight’s event.
Damian stepped forward unsnapping the button to one of his compartments along
his utility belt. Retrieving another mask from the slot he edged closer to the
other child. Placing the domino over his partner he slid his hands against his
forehead brushing the strands away from his head. Jon gulped nervous by the
close interaction. Flustered he pulled from Damian’s grasp placing his fingers
along the mask attempting to hide the rose from his cheeks.
“Huh?” Damian stepped back placing his chin between his thumb and index. “Green
looks good on you Kent.” Damian praised.
The compliment made him even more embarrassed as he looked to the other with
curious eyes. Why was he acting so weird because of such a simple gesture? Was
it because Damian never showed much interest and would never compliment him on
the regular? Or was it because of what Jon had overheard that evening in the
manor that had him on edge? The recollection made him pull further distancing
the space between them so that the other would not detect his awkwardness.
Damian looked to his wrist engaging into the screen of his watch. After
clicking some buttons and tapping the screen he shifted his eyes back to Jon
signaling to the room at the end of the hall.
“How did you know?” Jon asked curious how the other knew the room was safe.
“There was no ping.” Damian answered pointing to the watch.
Once the two made it to the room Damian reached for Jon’s tux. On instinct Jon
seized the other’s hand crushing it in between his. “I-I can do it myself.” He
stated his heart racing now.
Damian turned from him as the other undid his buttons. Rummaging again through
his suit he pulled the hooded cape from his tux. Now that Jon was stripped from
his overcoat Damian ripped both sides of the shirt to make them short sleeves
as he fastened the cape along his shoulders.
“What about you?” Jon wondered noticing the absence of his cape.
“The cape is just a bonce.” Damian turned from Jon scouting the area for access
to the rest of the building. “What is our position?” he asked Jon.
“There are at least ten men below us.” Jon informed.
“And.” Damian said signaling to the venting above him.
“It is a direct over pass to the ceiling below and across.” Before Jon could
disclose the rest of the Intel Damian had already started at the screws to the
vent. “I could of just broke it from its hinges.” Jon reminded.
“Then well be leaving trace evidence of our positions. Remember we are not
supposed to even be back here so stay sharp.” Damian advised passing the screen
to Jon. Slipping into the passage he gestured for Jon to hand him the screen
and follow. After locking it into place the two traveled down the shaft into
the wall below. Once the two reached the end of the chute Damian halted their
moves. The boy surveyed the visible space absorbing the difference in
arrangement from the floor above. The current space was metal structured the
walls all steel enforced. There were too many cargos containers obstructing the
view to analysis the entire area. The older child pointed to his pupils
gesturing for the other to use his vision to scout the place before they would
move forward. Jon directed his sight passed the obstructions focusing on the
men.
There were the nine initial men Jon had picked up on earlier and an additional
3 guards stationed at the adjacent room. Jon turned to Damian raising both rows
of fingers and then two to show the number of guards. The corners of Damian’s
mouth upturned those were reasonable numbers and the two could subdue them with
ease.
Although the two could take the lot Damian sustained the notion this was a
recon mission. Once the two gathered enough evidence to prove Lex Luther was
behind this he would contact Batman and the League and the two would get the
recognition deserved.
The younger continued to monitor the men scanning the crates and metal storage
units. Jon recognized the emanating radiance that could debilitate him and his
father. Before Damian could reiterate their position Jon sprung into action
tearing through the metal venting ripping the sheetrock framed around the
passage. Without warning he charged the throng of soldiers seizing the crates
and smashing them against the steel enclosure. There was no time to criticize
the advancement Damian joining in on the action. Robin somersaulted onto the
soldiers incapacitating the men with a jab to the nape of the neck. Robin
evaded the multiplying men as their scuffle attracted more as he made his way
toward his partner.
“Superboy quit that.” Robin advised as he dodged the onslaught of men attacking
him. Robin used the hardness of his forearm to strike the critical point on
their bodies. Damian knew if Jon continued to topple the stored Kryptonite he
would become vulnerable too its force. Damian advanced toward Jon seizing the
cape swinging the frenzied child into a group of armed men. The lot would serve
as a distraction until Damian could turn the tables. There was not much he
could do with Jon in a craze and the increasing number of men. If he subdued
Jon he risked putting them in a worse situation but if he allowed Jon to
continue he would not be able to aid him once he was exposed to the rocks.
Damian was being pushed back exerted from the earlier training session in the
bat cave and in his bedroom. At this rate the two would not be able to hold off
the increasing number of goons. Damian did not want to have to contact the
League but the situation was becoming desperate. Before he had the chance to
consider Batman entered the secured door to the rear with Superman and the rest
of the Bat team following behind. Damian felt relief for but a brief moment
when he tensed realizing the consequence that would follow once all the perps
were subdued.
Jon caught sight of his father halting the pursuit for the kryptonite. Damian
worked his way through the armored men making his way toward his family. Again
he was being pushed back having trouble without his katanna to cut down the
lot. The child scouted the area looking for something he could use as a weapon.
As he searched evading his pursuers he locked on to his eldest brother.
Observing him he wonder what had him so conflicted because he appeared
sidetracked.
Dick had been distracted all evening pondering over the hours before. When he
caught sight of the person who had occupied his mind he became unfocused making
him vulnerable. The assailant clocked him with his firearm unbalancing his
stride as the red fluid gushed from his nostrils. Nightwing countered launching
forward contorting his torso to spin his leg above the man hammering it against
the nape of his neck. The move incapacitated him allowing Nightwing to advert
his attention to his younger brother who was still struggling.
When their eyes meet again Nightwing relaxed detecting the normality of
Damian’s demeanor. Dick had been wary all night long wondering if their dynamic
would change…If Damian would view him differently…If he would be scared of the
person who had taken over earlier? Dick recoiled how forceful the interaction
had been. But when he looked to his brother there was no resentment just relief
that glazed his greens as he looked to him.
Jon went to the side of his father questioning how they’d find them. Superman
looked at the torn clothes examining his child making sure he was not hurt.
When he was sure he was fine he furrowed his brows with disappointment as he
spoke.
“How could we not when you two are making a ruckus.” Superman pointed.
           “Batman.” Damian acknowledged his father looking to him for further
instructions.
The arena was becoming dangerous with each advancement forward. Batman ignored
his son keeping with the notion you got yourself into this mess find your way
out. Damian expected nothing less from his father considering he was already in
a heap of trouble. Surveying his surroundings he fixed on Nightwing who was now
free and heading over for support. While he heaved forward he tossed one of his
escrima rods at the child. The man was so engaged with their reunification and
the child to focused on the airborne weapon neither noticed the approaching
assailant.
There was a silence as the projectile broke the sound barrier blasting through
the air as it pierced the black and blue armor plated suit. The beam shot
through the flesh. The magnitude of the force had Nightwing buckling at the
knees as he collapsed onto his stomach. Damian looked on in horror as the scene
unfolded right before him Nightwing landed at his feet.
The rage ignited as the madness took over. The sight of his fallen brother
dictated him forward. Clenching the escrima stick in his hand he heaved forward
ambushing his brother’s aggressor. Propelling forward Robin mounted the
soldier’s shoulders tightening his legs against his throat as he hammers the
escrima stick down. Damian continued to bash in his victims skull even after
both had toppled over. Tightening his thighs even further he choked the breath
from the man clonking him repeatedly until the blood splattered covering him in
blood. The wound was deep enough to see the tissue and bone in his cranium but
this did not stop Damian from continuing his assault. The child activated the
electric feature of the rod thrashing a surge of electricity into him.
“Arghhh!” he screamed.
The roaring attracted the attention of Jon who was busied with his own
squadron. The young child horrified at the brutality ensuing. He had never seen
Damian so out of control before. He was known for being the composed one but
what he was witnessing was far from that boy. Robin hammered the weapon over
and over as he marveled in the crimson scene he was producing.
Jon rushed to the frenzied Robin mowing down the men in his trajectory. “That’s
enough Damian.” The child attempted to call to him but that did nothing so he
seized him underneath his pits tossing him across the room.
Damian shifted his weight orientating himself as he slid across the floor one
arm steering the other balling into a fist. Damian would not heel too no one
especially not a Super. It did not matter that the two were friends whoever
stood in his path of vengeance would incur his wrath.  
Robin straightened adjusting his tactical gloves. Sliding the hardened rubber
along the knuckles he activated whatever was laced between the grooves. The
gloves now gleamed green. Charging forward he slammed into Jon swinging his arm
around he struck the side of his face. Jon ricochet into the partition behind
them stunned at the influence Damian wielded. The aggressor fixed on those
bewildered blues grimacing as he paced forward. “Grated kryptonite infused into
the balls of my knuckle pads. Useful, right?” Again he charged bringing his
knees to his challenger's abdomen when Jon seized his leg before it could make
contact. Utilizing the advantage he swung Robin as far as he could still
experiencing the effects of the kryptonite.
“Should have installed them into the kneepads and soles of my shoes. Oh well.
Next time.” Robin antagonized advancing.
Jon needed to keep the distance or else he would be in trouble. “I said stop.”
Jon curled his hands into a fist vision glazed over from the red of his beams.
The boy hoped the threat of being fried would deter the other but it inspired
little fear.  
Tim had caught what happened subduing his opponents making his way toward his
brothers. Seeing Jon and Robin fighting agitated him and the fact that a Super
was intervening with bat related conflicts bothered him even more. There his
brother was lying in a pool of his own blood and an assailant who needed
punishing. How dare the young Kent meddle in their business. Tim extended his
staff clanking it between the two. “Know your place Kryptonian.” Tim threatened
raising his weapon to the child.
“You think a Bat has a chance against a Super?” Jon retorted.
“You are nothing compared to your counterparts.” Red Robin mocked. The idea of
another Superboy had been circling around in his mind but he never got the
opportunity to address it. Tim was appalled at how quickly the League and the
titans accepted Jon just because he was Superman’s son. How there was little
effort in transferring the mantle of Superboy onto the incompetent brat. “You
are no substitute for Konner.”
Jon amplified the radiance of his beams preparing to discharge. “And you are
nothing special either. Couldn’t hold the title of Robin long.” Jon countered
firing his lasers at Red Robin who evaded his trajectory striking his staff
against the nape of his neck unbalancing him and his control over his laser
beams. The stream of radiation projected without control obliterating all
things in its path. Damian sprung into action aiding his brother in subduing
the raging child lunging toward him. Robin rotated his fist so the back of his
gloves made contact with his shoulders the kryptonite taking effect. With Jon
roaring in anguish Damian took advantage dragging the hood over the child’s
face inhibiting him from causing further damage. Although the cape secured
around his head locked him in place it also allowed for the ground beneath them
to absorb all the heat that he was still emitting. The floor took on too much
heat causing it to become unstable collapsing underneath them.
Jon descended straight into the structure below while Robin utilized the
falling debris to reduce the impact of his decent. Jon lands amid the rubble
being buried under the falling structure. Raising the mass covering him Jon
tossed it over to Robin who was crouched on the other end of the room. Robin
hadn’t fully recovered from the fall but needed to act with the threat of the
incoming object. Propelling onward he evaded the boulder. Pouncing onto the
mass that was still airborne he used the momentum to launch him toward his
target. Jon predicted his movements raising his legs into the air to catch the
other child with his feet. Slamming the soles of his shoes into Damian’s
abdomen he grabbed onto his collared tunic using it to flip him up and over his
head. Damian landed into the solid partition behind. The kid was out of breath
and stamina at this point but that didn’t deter him from continuing with the
fight raising his arms to his face.
This time he allowed Jon to strike first. Although the younger was much
stronger and faster he was not a fighter. Damian could predict each movement
with his straightforward method of attack. Jon swung without thought to tactic
not mindful of his opponent. The younger assumed since he had the overwhelming
strength he would be the one with the advantage. Jon had never been into close
battles with other League members or the Bats. The child did not consider how
cautious and tactical Damian would be considering he fought alongside and
against super powered persons.    
When Jon swung Damian side stepped seizing his forearm to summersault behind
him and propelled him forward with the kick of his feet against his back. Jon
stumbled but did not topple pivoting around to catch the still airborne Robin.
With a punch to the abdomen Jon sent Damian flying. But this time when the
older child landed he did not get right back up. Damian sat upright using the
wall behind him to hold the position.
“Is that all you got?” Damian antagonized further smearing the blood that
covered his face with his forearm.
Jon detected the strain in his tone and honed in on his vitals. Damian was
breathing at an alarming rate and his pulse racing. Even though his friend put
on a facade Jon knew better. Knew that Damian could not endure much more let
alone muster enough strength to draw a fist. The child durable but would break
if the clashing continued. Jon loosened the tension in his muscles attempting
to understand his friend. What was his play? Why did he insist on fighting when
he of course was aware of the fragile state he was in? At this point in the
quarrel Damian would be the one to refocus their efforts to the impending
situation. But why was he still hung up on their fight? Jon figured it must
have to do with the fact that Dick was above them hurt and he was stuck below
unable to do a thing.
Damian who was still unable to stabilize his breath realized Jon was being
sympathetic to his disposition. This enraged him more being unable to do a
thing when it mattered. The time for action had passed and he was still not
strong enough to protect those he cared about most. Not even strong enough to
compete with the likes of a diluted super. The though of his older brother in a
pool of his own blood weighed heavily on him. The change in his countenance as
the beam pierced through him would haunt him for years to come.
“Well?” Damian broke the silence.
Did Damian want to be pummeled? This disturbed the younger child looking to his
warn friend with concern. Jon was confused at this point and made an effort to
understand where he was coming from. Did Damian blame himself for what
happened? Was this some kind of intended punishment? Why was failure so
unacceptable to him when he like most were just human? Even Jon who should be
held at a higher standard did not have so many expectations for himself.
Whenever he was upset about something he botched or could not help his farther
would assure him even the best of men make mistakes. Jon thought about Damian
and his assertiveness comparing it to the other members within the Bat clan.
The youngster understood that when Damian went home if the two made it out he
would not be met with the same reassurance.
The awareness drove him forward approaching the still battered friend. Jon did
not know what he would say or what he could do? But he just knew he had to do
something. Unconsciously he moved being guided by the thought of his friend in
anguish.
“Don’t you dare look down on me.” Damian gritted noticing the change in
demeanor. The kid was pitiful but that gave the other no right to look down on
him. Just as if he were still in the League of Assassins he would be
disciplined even if he were the one to enforce it. This could never happen
again.
Damian observed the approaching child anticipating his movements so that he was
prepared. Jon inched closer as if he were pursuing a stray. The two were both
anxious tentative to the other.
Damian swung his fist the kryptonite knuckles forward faced as Jon seized his
punch. The older child snarled as he wrestled for his hand but the hold was
indissoluble. The clench was firm but not crushing. Damian was now at the mercy
of Jon. There was nothing he could do considering the state he was in. But the
child needed a fight. Needed all that rage and anger to be expressed through
battered knuckles. Needed to continue to feel the shame of being useless. Too
internalize the sense of his worthlessness.  
Jon refused to advance or retract his hand. The two understood that the longer
Jon held his position he would weaken. So why did he insist on wrestling with
him? There was no sense to his actions. The younger leaned in closing the
distance between the two. Peeling off the mask the child revealed his set of
blues that had moisture along the lining of his lids. Why was he teary eyed?
Damian was taken aback muscles taunt. The older was bemused and on edge. Yes,
he had seen the boy tear plenty of times but this was different. There was this
glint in them that was caused by something real…something more than what he saw
on the surface.
Bending onto one knee Jon now leaned in further to level the other. Jon should
have been nervous with the two being so close but he was not. It felt natural
to be there…natural to be around Damian. The child was sad not being able to do
a thing for his friend. Was sad that he could not reach him and let him know
that he was more than he valued himself at. Meant more to him than he cared to
admit.
Jon extended his hand to rest it against the armored vest gazing at him with
fervent eyes. Damian tensed readying his other fist. But before the older could
counter Jon broke the silence.
“Whenever I am hurt and anxious my mom gives me a kiss in the area and reminds
me it will get better over time. Even though the pain is still there her kiss
and assurance distracts me from that fact. And then in no time it seems
insignificant.” The boy anxiously smiled. “It’s your heart that hurts?”
Damian should have anticipated what came next but was dazed when their lips had
met. There was this twinge to his mouth in reaction to the quivers of Jon.
Damian expected more. Expected their mouths to mesh together in the way his and
Dick’s did. But the advancements never came. The two were locked in that
position. Damian who had his eyes still opened observed Jon who had his shut
tight. The younger one had his brows furrowed the skin wrinkled at the center.
Jon with his lids still sealed pushed forward engaging into the kiss. The
gesture forced Damian back causing him to shut his eyes in reaction to the
intensity.
Within the fleeting movements of submissiveness Damian experienced a sense of
warmth. It was a comforting sensation. It was nice to have someone with no
obligation to him to invest in him. To console him when he was at his lowest.
It was reassuring not to be judged on expectation but by his person. But all
that encouragement dissolved into rage.
Damian finally caught his bearings shoving Jon away. “Keep your hands and lips
off me mama’s boy.” The guilt and resentment flooded his mind. Dick was not
insignificant and meant much deeper than a flesh wound. Damian hated himself in
those moments. Hated how susceptible he was. Hated how he deemphasized his
faults. Hated how useless he was. Hated the fact that he almost allowed Jon to
convince him otherwise.
Jon was so dumbfounded he was speechless. The kid just sat there as if he had
been scolded and was awaiting punishment. It was his first kiss after all. And
it was unexpected. Jon just felt it was the right time and Damian was the right
person he should have experienced it with. But the notion was not reciprocated.
So what was he to do? How could he console his friend when he too now was a bit
hurt? Damian detected the confusion in his countenance and attempted to make it
less awkward.
“Why don’t you make yourself useful and find us a way out of here?” Damian
suggested diverting their attentions to the current situation.
Jon reanimated painting a meager smile as he erected. Even though that was not
the response he was hoping for he was glad that his friend was back to his
usual self. The two may not have made any progress in their relationship but at
least things seemed to be steering back into the realm of normality.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     The following chapter is probably the last if I can fit it all into
     one chapter.
End Notes
     There is no set relational direction I am going in. I want Damian to
     experience these raw sensation with each character before he is able
     to distinguish the significance behind them. Damian is young and
     tends to bottle most issues like the rest of the bat family so it
     makes it even harder for him to ask for clarification. I want to
     explore the vulnerability.
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