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Timothy Drake was the nerd-kid of Gotham Academy. He was the one who was pushed around for his good grades and lack of friends.

So, when he was pushed against the lockers that wound around the school and punched into the stomach over and over he wasn't surprised.

Blow after blow came upon him and- this time- he was happy for declining their butlers fresh breakfast.

Finally after the bully couldn't geta reaction he left, leaving a sore Tim crumpled atthe bottom of the lockers. Sometimes he cursed his ability to be so smart.

His younger brother- not by blood- was standing across the hall, emotionless like normal. Damian Wayne was never a speaker and had always pushed people away- cept for the oldest of the adopted Waynes, Dick Grayson.

But today the youngest walked to Tim and bent down and spoke in his uneasy calm voice. "Father will not be happy Drake.
-TT-. And Pennyworth will lecture you, and Grayson will storm in here and-"

"I get it Damian. I'm in deep trouble. Help me up." The boy stood and extended a hand to his older brother.

As Tim stood he froze and met a pair of blue eyes. They roamed the boy's body with satisfaction, and made the 'Boy Wonders' heart race.

"Let us go Drake. Father will be waiting." Damian spoke and walked away, not waiting for his brother to follow. Tim peeled his eyes away from the burning blue ones and followed the younger from the school, clutching his stomach.

The ride to the Manor was quiet- all for Alfred complaining about the new generation and how 'children should be careful with their bodies'. Damian only snickered.

But Tim couldn't stop thinking about the boy with blue eyes. They were so cold- so harsh. It was as if they had seen things no one wanted to see.

Everyone noticed the change in Tims behaviour; it started when he walked in and didn't apologize to Bruce right away, and then when he went to his room and didn't start his homework.

Bruce gave Alfred a puzzled look and the butler only shrugged. "Perhaps-?"

"I'm saying no right away Alfred. I already did this with Dick and I'm not going through it again with Tim. He's smart enough to figure it out himself."

Alfred nodded and walked away.

He was stuck. He couldn't do the work; the work for most vicious and horrendous teacher that ever reached at Gotham Academy- and he couldn't do the work for her because of the stupid blue eyed boy in the halls. He wished he got a look at what he actually
looked like instead of staring obliviously into his eyes.

He was waiting for Bruce to barge in and demand what was wrong with him- besides the hall incident and the bruises littering his stomach.

But Bruce never came and Alfred never delivered dinner and the Demon never blew down his door and looked like a zombie ready to kill. It was far into the night and he still hasn't eaten, nor finish the work. He decided it was useless if he wanted any sleep.

And so he fell onto his bed and welcomed the drowsiness of the Melatonin. Of course it didn't last long before his door was practically off its hinges and a worried looking older brother stood in the doorway, the hall light spreading a heavenly light
around the golden boy.

Ah, Dick Grayson; the oldest of the three, the first Boy Wonder and the first loved by Bruce. The boy with in doubtfully cute butt and blue eyes and black hair and the most caring personality. This was Tim and Damian's eldest brother.

"Dick-?" Tim wasn't able to finish before his brother was storming in and yelling stupid nonsense- not like this was the first time, though.

"Are you okay? Damian said you were punched! And Alfred said you didn't come for dinner and that you locked your door-" that would explain why no one actually barged in until now. "And Bruce told me you didn't even do your homework! What happened? Did
you hit your head? Uh! Are you even my little brother?!" Utter nonsense.

Rolling his eyes Tom removed himself from the bed and stalked to Dick before slapping a hand over his mouth and grunting.

"Of course it's me you dunce. It's just-"

"What? What happened?" Tim looks away, face flushing widlely as he sits on his bed and waits for his brother to figure it out himself. Dick gasps. "Does little Timmy have a girl-friend?" Tims face morphs into disgust because- really. Him with some prep
girl from his school? Never.

"Okay, no girl-friend. How's about a crush? A boy-friend? Help me here Damian!" The little Demon pops out from a corner, supprising Tim. When had he-?

"-TT- how would I know Grayson? And I have no time for this. I'm seeing father, maybe he's doing anything of interest."

The demon leaves and Tim sighs. "Well?" Dick asks.

"There was- er, something. Just- nothing really." Now that he thought about they were just eyes. Eyes for Christa sake! "Just a pair of eyes I can't get from my head, that's all."

"Well, when I met Kor'i all I could think of was her hair. Trust me, one thing can get you hooked little bro. Just be careful okay? Don't need you getting hurt."

Tim nods. They say their good nights before he's drowned in those eyes once more. He's given up all sleep for sure; it really was useless because if he didn't know who's eyes they belonged to it would drive him absolutely crazy.