Chapter 1
Timothy Jackson drake, son of Jackson Drake and Janet Drake of the Drake kingdom of the North was married off the the son of Bruce Wayne of the Wayne kingdom of Gotham and Talia Al Ghul, daughter of Ra' Al Ghul, king of the Al Ghul Empire of the south-eastern arid deserts. The son's name was Damian Wayne Al Ghul. He was notorious as an assassin having been trained at the ripe age of 4 and made his first successful kill at the age of 8 and then head of the infamous League of Assassins after Cassandra Cain stepped down to work for the Wayne family as their personal bodyguard. Damian was as handsome as he was deadly. He was tall, stood 6 foot 2 head and shoulders, just an inch or two below his father. He had tan, caramel skin and cold sharp blue eyes that would usually be kept in a glare. Timothy Drake was quite the opposite. He was a pale, frail thing with round doe eyes and a messy mop of raven hair. He was a shy, intelligent wall flower sort of fellow who'd rather spend much of his day cooped up in the family library, having long conversations with with his tutor. He didn't need a tutor, he was done with his studies at the age of 16, but it was nice to have company. It was lonely in the spacious palace he called home.
They were first introduced at a party celebrating Damian's 20th birthday. Talia decided to have the party in the Wayne manor and, of course Bruce agreed. It was a Lavish party with all the best food, drinks and entertainment money could buy. The guest list stretched into the thousands, with all of the family's closest friends. Including the Grayson family, also of the North, who helped supply most of the night's entertainment. They had the highest quality and most professionally trained acrobats and circus acts in all of the kingdoms and empires combined. Their son Prince Richard John Grayson -or to his friends Dick- was the main performer, having gained his love for acrobatics at the age of 6. The list also included the Kents of the kingdom of Krypton, Clark Kent being a personal friend of Bruce, the Amazonians and, of course, the Drake family, just to name a few. Damian took after his father and was a hellishly handsome bachelor and just like Bruce, he had a crowd of the most beautiful women from all the kingdoms throwing themselves at his feet. None of them caught his eye, however, and soon a majority left becoming frustrated, knowing that their chances at hooking him were frivolous. He was beginning to get irritated by the people yelling and cackling like animals, spilling expensive liquor and champagne on the floor. The Wayne's always threw the best parties but it was never Damian's cup of tea. He sneaked off to an unoccupied balcony and took in a few deep breaths, rubbing at his temples.
"Are you tired of your own party already, your highness? The sun hasn't even risen yet."
Damian turned to see the heir to the Drake family throne standing right next to him.
He smirked. "Impressive. No one manages to sneak up on me unless they're my father," Damian replied. "…and you are correct. I'd rather be out here than spend one more second of my time with those drooling, howling apes who smell like rum and sex."
"Ow, thou hath hurteth my feelings." Tim teased pressing his hand toward his heart.
Damian scoffed. "Oh pardon me Drake but as i come to hear, you have no feelings."
Tim gave him a soft laugh which made Damian feel something bubble up in his chest.
They spent the rest of the night having menial conversations about nothing. Those conversations became letters and those letters turned into surprise visits to the Drake Palace and those surprise visits became monthly visits and then those turned into them vacationing together for long periods of time until finally, they became engaged, and at last married.
It wasn't all that simple of course.
There were objections and riots and interferences with wars that called Damian away into battle but he always came back to Tim, always returned more bruised and scarred but always into Tim's open arms.
And those nights Damian returned from being away at war for years would be spent with them tangled in each other arms, Damian's hands roaming Tim's body, leaving bruises on his hips and love bites on every exposed part of his long slender neck so everyone would see that Tim was his. He would whisper Tim's names over and over in his ear as Tim wrapped his legs around him and they would kiss so passionately that even the stars would turn away and blush at the sight. Tim would trace Damian's chest scars with his fingers as Damian stroked his hand up and down Tim's spine.
"Promise you'll never leave my side again?" Tim asked in soft, sheepish voice.
They both knew that he would eventually have to break that promise but Damian complied anyway.
"I Promise My beloved."