So here is chapter one, I Know it's short, but It will get longer, I have the most of the story mapped out already. Not sure yet if the rating will change, but please enjoy and let me know what you think.
And of course I don't own any of the characters, I only own the plot.
Chapter one
Damian was sitting on the couch after a boring patrol. He was flipping through the channels, when he heard a distinct voice from behind him.
"Really Damian, if you're going to flip aimlessly through the channels, you might as well go to bed." Tim said, from the Kitchen, where he was making a sandwich.
"Shut your face Drake, no one asked you" Damian snapped glaring at the older boy.
Tim just smiled and winked at Damian. He had a plan to freak him out and get even with him as well… he was going to be nothing but nice to Damian. He figured that the young teen would be freaked out and think he was trying to mess with him, which he was, and then his paranoid behavior would grow and Tim would be amused. He decided to start right then, "Damian, while I'm in the Kitchen, would you like a sandwich?" Tim asked in an even voice.
Damian turned sharply and stared at him. He sneered, "What, so you can poison me, I think not Drake. I am not an idiot, you cannot defeat me in such a stupid manner "Damian spat smugly at the amused teen.
"Oh, Damian, must you be so abrasive, I was merely offering food. You just got back from patrol, and I thought you must be hungry." Tim took a bite of his sandwich, watching Damian have an inner battle with himself.
Finally Damian rolled his eyes and replied, "I don't need your help Drake, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. If you think after all of my training and qualifications that I could not handle the simple task of making a sandwich, then you have been sorely mistaken. "Damian, rambled on in anger, spitting out he last bit.
Tim laughed, "I know you are very qualified Damian. I was simply being nice, you know not everyone is trying to kill you every second of the day" Tim smiled and walked towards his room. He stopped when he heard Damian's voice ask why. He pivoted, and turned to face the teen with a bright smile only to reply, "Because I can Damian." Then he proceeded to his room not staying to watch the look of confusion that washed over the younger boy's face.
Exhausted and confused, Damian, angrily threw down the remote, not bothering to turn off the TV, Pennyworth could do that. He stormed up the stairs towards his room, pausing at Drake's door contemplatively before shaking his head. He muttered angrily and continued to his room, slamming the door, he fell into his bed and was soon asleep.