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.