Love Me
A DamiDick Story. Don't like, then don't read!
Warning Chapter 1 Contains: DamiDick, BruDick, hand job, and boyxboy.
Dick's Narration
When I first met Damian Wayne, my first impression was, "Haaa.. the psychopaths just keep getting younger." He was just a small confused child going through a lot.
Then he tells me he's Bruce Wayne's son.
It took a while for me to believe that, especially since he nearly cut me up into ribbons with his sword. But when I got a clearer look at him..
That scowl, those eyes, that hair, the way he spoke, and that punch to my jaw..
Yeah, that's Bruce's blood son alright. Of course, we got off to a rocky start. We were both jealous of one another. Both of us had something the other didn't.
I had spent most of my years by Bruce's side, but Damian had no father, just assassins.
Damian was Bruce's blood son and would be Bruce's ward from now on. That's a spot I can never have. I'm not blood and I'm not a kid anymore.
Now that Damian was in the picture, Bruce found little use for me now. I'm still jealous of the little prince, the way Bruce looks at him with pride. It's like he finally has the son he always wanted, always spouting about how he has only "one" son. What about me?
I've always hoped he'd look at me that way, but I guess I just wasn't special enough.
But I'm over it now. Bruce won't love me the way I love him, and I shouldn't take that out on Damian. I've moved on.
I needed to get away from them, so I began making a life of my own. I started the Teen Titans, made friends my own age, and I met Starfire, my girlfriend.
I thought now that I surrounded myself with people who appreciate and truly love me, I thought I could forget about Bruce and move on.
But now that Damian is here, I'm back where I started. Like usual, Bruce is too busy to be with his new ward, let alone his blood son.
Damian needs someone in his life. Talia and Ra's made him into an assassin, and Bruce.. well, Alfred just told me that Bruce has gone missing. Maybe even dead. We're not sure, there was no body found.
Now all Damian has is Alfred and me. I try to bond with him, since we work together and technically he's kind of my brother, but it's so painful looking at him.
He looks so much like Bruce. He's becoming less and less like a kid every time I'm with him.
Some times..he scares me.
Whenever I'm not looking, or even in the corner of my vision, I can feel him staring at me. His green eyes are always piercing my body.
It's like he can see through me. It's like I can't breathe, there's so much pressure when he stares at me. What is he expecting? What does he want?
There are times where I can hear Bruce's last words, before Damian went to train with the monks:
"Don't let his appearance fool you Dick, Damian isn't a 10-year-old boy. He just looks like one. There's not another person on earth like Damian Wayne."
What did he mean by that?
Present Time. . .
Dick was in the batcave marveling at the costume cases. Bruce's cowl.
Bruce Wayne and Batman are gone, most likely dead according to Batwoman. She was the last one to see Batman and was currently looking for answers.
But the damage was already done, so Alfred and Dick assumed the worst. He was gone, and there was no time to mourn, only to move forward.
Dick stared into the clear case holding Bruce's cowl. It used to look so big when he was just a small Robin. Now it looked like he could easily fit it.
But he didn't want to wear it. There was only one Batman, his Batman.
He rested his forehead on the case, "..where are you when I need you?"
"Am I interrupting?"
Dick gasped and back away from the case. It was Damian.
The little ward wore his usual robin costume without his mask, "You're defenseless as ever Grayson. Have you thought about what we're doing tonight, or are you going to make-out with the costume case?"
Dick sighed and rolled his eyes, "..I'm not in the mood to be dealing with you Damian." He walked away.
Damian scowled and grabbed his sword, "You're never in the mood for anything." He left to practice his sword strikes.
Dick got on the batcomputer and used the cameras throughout Gotham to find bad guys. So far nothing major. Just regular burglaries.
He watched the robbery in boredom, 'Guess I should take care of that. Ever since Batman was declared missing, crime happens every day.'
Alfred arrived with a plate of sandwiches and tea, "Cheer up Master Dick, Master Bruce wouldn't have wanted you to worry about him. He'd want you to.."
"Alfie, please, I know. So don't say it."
As much as he hated it and didn't want to, he had to wear the cowl. Dick Grayson had to become the new Batman.
Gotham. . .
Fighting bad guys in the cowl felt so wrong to Dick. It was like he was living a lie. This city thinks Batman is back, when really he's still missing.
But that's what Dick was for, to keep the hope alive. Even if a certain someone still hadn't approved of it.
Dick was in the middle of chasing down bad guys on foot. But suddenly they were tackled by a fast yet small figure.
Robin.
Damian tackled them to the ground, "You just going to stand there, or are you going to do your job?" he scowled at Dick through his Robin mask.
Dick huffed angrily and began tying them up. He signaled for the Batmobile to show up.
Once he heard the sirens of police cars, Dick decided it was time to go.
The two got into the car and drove through the city. There was an obvious tension in the car. Dick hated being Batman and Damian hated him being Batman even more.
"If that's your best Batman then you're not fooling anyone, Grayson."
"You want a megaphone to announce that?" he groaned, "And for the last time, I'm just trying to let Gotham know that Batman still lives."
"Yeah, but you shouldn't be the one in that cowl and you know it. That cowl is Wayne property. My father's and eventually mine." Damian crossed his arms, "You're just lying to these people."
He always knew how to hit Dick where it hurt, "Whether it's a lie or not, I'm not wearing this because I want to. I'm wearing it because no one else can fill Bruce's shoes. I'm all Alfred had to choose from."
"Pfft, using the butler as an excuse now?" he smirked, "Yeah, right. Do you think continuing father's legacy would've made him proud of you, make him finally love you?"
Dick felt Damian stab him right in the heart. He always knew how to make Dick's blood boil, how to make him feel like he was nothing.
The older male angrily gripped the wheel trying to keep calm.
"Oh, so you're going to keep quiet now, Grayson? It's a little too late for that, don't you think? It was so obvious. I've seen the way you look at father, lusting after him like a harlot. Wishing that he'd just fuck you already."
Dick immediately slammed on the breaks and screeched dangerously into an alleyway. Damian nearly fell out of his seat, and various items in the Batmobile rattled violently.
Smoke came from the tires as it came to a complete stop.
The acrobat seethed with rage as he stared straight ahead in anger. He quickly yanked the cowl off of his head and aimed his rage at Damian.
"I NEVER SAW BRUCE LIKE THAT AT ALL!"
Damian flinched a bit at his loud voice. He sat up straight in his seat, refusing to show weakness. Out of all the things Damian said to Dick, this was the first time he got him to yell something back.
"I LOVE BRUCE! I'M NOT TRYING TO SLEEP WITH HIM, I JUST WANT HIM BACK!" he glared with angry tears in his eyes, "AND WHAT DO YOU EVEN KNOW, DAMIAN?! YOU'VE ONLY KNOWN HIM FOR A YEAR OR TWO! I'VE BEEN BY HIS SIDE MY WHOLE LIFE!" He stopped yelling and huffed from exhaustion.
Tears slowly began dripping from his eyes. He felt so tired, so frustrated. He just wanted to take the cowl off and get his old life back in Bludhaven.
He was trying his best to be Batman, but he failed at that. He tried being there for Damian, but he failed at that. He tried being calm and keeping the peace, and he failed at that too.
Dick rested his head and arms on the steering wheel. He needed time to breathe, time to cry, time to calm down.
Damian just sat there watching the grown man, "I know I haven't known father my entire life, unlike you, okay? You think I don't notice how hard you've always tried to suck up to him, rush to his side, or stare at him when he's not looking. That longing you have in your eyes, you're no different than Mother."
"I'm NOT like Talia." Dick sniffled and wiped his eyes on his arm, "..you don't understand how I feel about him, and you never will." He resumed resting his head on the wheel. He didn't want to look at Robin.
Damian huffed and crossed his leg over the other as he looked out the window, 'Talking to this big oaf is a waste of time. God, he's so emotional. How could father acknowledge such a worthless man?'
The acrobat slowly lifted his head off the wheel and used his hands to wipe his face and wake himself up.
"Okay. We're done patrolling for the night." He started up the car, "Look Damian, I know you don't like me and I know you don't trust me. I hear it in your voice every time you talk to me. But you don't have to worry about whatever's going on between Bruce and me. Nothing's going to happen and nothing's going to change."
"..as if I was worried. And it's not like you could change anything since he's dead now anyway."
'This kid is a lost cause. He'll hate me until the day he kills me.' Dick chose not to retort, "Let's go back to the cave."
Damian said nothing for the entire ride back home.
The Mansion. . .
The two were back home. Alfred and Dick were chatting in the kitchen while Damian was off doing his own thing.
The little bird entered Bruce's room. It was large, tidy, and had lots of books.
He stared at the paintings on the wall of Bruce Wayne, "Father.. why didn't you take me with you? If I was there, then you wouldn't be gone." his time with Bruce was only a short while. He spent only a year with the man, then trained with the monks only to learn he had gone missing.
Damian walked over to Bruce's dresser. It had small photos, cologne bottles, cuff links, and other royal goodies.
He snooped through the small photos. He found one of Bruce as a kid with his parents. His grandpa's mustache was curly, his grandma had pretty hair, and his father looked so innocent as a child.
It was like looking at another Damian, "So this is what a normal family looks like." His small fingers traced over more pictures. He happily looked at them all until he came across one he didn't like.
It was an old photo of Dick, Bruce, and Alfred. Dick was very small, possibly around when he became Robin. Bruce and Alfred hugged him in their arms while he grinned a goofy smile. The way father smiled made Damian sick to his stomach.
He held the picture tight in his hand, how he wanted to crumple it, 'It's not fair. He gave that greedy little orphan everything that should've been mine. I'm his blood son, not Grayson. He's nowhere near good enough to be father's ward! It's not fair!'
He hated Dick Grayson with a passion. Dick and his father always had this unspoken bond, he could see it in their eyes. Damian could never understand it, and hated it. He wished he and Bruce were close like that.
He glared at the pictures of Dick, "You can't fool me Grayson. You're just lusting after father the same way my mother did, the same way harlots do."
What confused Damian the most was why Dick would even try so hard to love Bruce?
At least Talia had a chance with Bruce, she was a woman, whereas Dick was a man. Let alone Bruce Wayne's adopted son. Dick shouldn't be having such gross emotions for his father.
He glared angrily at Dick's pictures, "Why do you love him so much, you fool? He'll never love you back."
He growled and threw the picture in a drawer so it wouldn't be with the others. In that drawer, he found more of Bruce's stuff.
Jewelry, watches, and more cologne. One bottle, Damian enjoyed the smell of. It helped get rid of his anger.
He spritzed some onto his wrist and gave it a smell, "Hm. You have excellent taste as always father." It was a classy fragrance with a hint of cinnamon.
If he closed his eyes it was like his father never left his side. He felt at peace.
Suddenly there were footsteps approaching the doorway. Damian had left the door open a crack.
He immediately put everything back and hurried his way to the door. He closed it behind him and walked casually.
Alfred was there, "Ah Master Damian, there you are. Dinner is ready."
He kept his composure, "Excellent. I'll be downstairs at once."
"Would you also like some tea, sir? I'm already preparing a kettle for Master Dick. He's not feeling well."
"Is he sick?" he sighed annoyingly, 'He's only been Batman for a week and he's already ill? Useless.'
They walked down the stairs, "I'm afraid, rather than being sick, he's drunk."
The two arrived at the kitchen where Dick was still wearing the Batman costume. He was lying on the table a drunken mess.
He had drunken a whole bottle of liquor from the cabinets and could barely keep his eyes open. His hair was a mess and his face was red.
He slurred, "Alfreeeeed, pour me a-another.. drinksss."
Damian pinched his nose at the smell of alcohol, "Ugh, seriously Grayson?"
Alfred put the bottle away and handed him a cup of tea, "I think you've had enough Master Dick. Please sober up."
The drunk could barely even grip the tea. He groaned when he touched it, "Mmmnnhh..ssshhh.. it's too hoooot!" he whined.
The butler turned his attention to Damian, "A little help would be nice."
He stared at the old man, "Seriously?"
"Please?"
"Uuuugh, fine." He picked up the cup of tea and blew on it, "Here. Drink."
Dick scrunched up his face, "Nnnhhoooooo.. it's bitterrrr!"
It was like talking to a toddler, "I said drink it Grayson!" he shoved the cup at his lips.
"Mmnhh! Oowwww!" he turned his head away, "Don' wan' iiiit!"
Damian was ready to pop a blood vessel. He turned his attention to Alfred, "You're on your own Pennyworth."
"Amazing, you can wield a sword, fight an army of owls, but it's too hard to give a man some tea? My word Master Damian, you truly are amazing."
He glared at his sarcasm. Damian grit his teeth, "Then tell me what I'm supposed to do."
"Just be gentle. Master Dick normally doesn't drink. Alcohol makes him- how you say- emotional."
"You mean even more emotional. Fine, let's get this over with." He tapped the drunken acrobat and helped him lift his head, "Grayson, I'm giving you tea. Now open your mouth."
Dick forced his eyes open and everything was blurry. But he could smell the gentle scent of Bruce's cologne, "Mmnnhh..okay.."
Damian brought the tea cup to Dick's lips and slowly made him drink small sips at a time. It was like feeding a baby.
'Good, he's drinking it. God, why do I always end up looking after this idiot?' he put the cup down, "There. Did you swallow it all?"
He nodded, "Uh-huh.." his head swayed around occasionally. He eventually couldn't support his head and leaned onto Damian's neck and shoulder, "..did I do goooood?"
The boy stood there awkwardly, "..you did decent."
Dick sniffled, "Are you proud of meeee..Bruce?"
Damian gave him a confused look, "..what?"
"You're finally baaaackk.. I drank aaaaall muh teeeaa.." he smiled and nuzzled against Damian's turtleneck.
He shoved him off, "I'm not father, snap out of it you weak-willed sot."
Dick ignored his complaints and hugged him, "Mmnnhh, I miiiiissed you soooo muuuch..where'd you gooooh?"
"Ugh..so annoying." He tried shoving off the drunk.
Alfred took the empty cup, "Sorry Master Damian, he's been through a lot. Please have mercy on him."
He inhaled and exhaled like the monks taught him. It took everything in his being not to beat the shit out of this wannabe Batman.
"Okay, let's get you to bed you drunkard." He helped lift Dick up and let him lean on him.
"Oooo..you smell sssoo niiiice Bruce." He slurred.
They began walking, "For the last time, I'm not father."
Dick chuckled and wobbled, "BroooOoooOOoose!"
"Pennyworth prepare me two cups of tea!" he helped the sloppy man up the stairs, "I'm going to have a migraine after all this."
Alfred smiled, "Right away sir."
. . .
They made their way to Dick's bedroom. He threw the older man on his bed.
"Sorryyy Bruuuce.. I was heavy wasssn't I?"
Damian gave up, "You were light as a feather. Now take off the cowl, or else the smell of alcohol will ruin it."
Dick forced himself to sit up, "Mmnnokaaay." He tried getting the zipper but his vision was all over the place and his hands trembled, "I can't dooo iiit."
"Ugh, just stop." He swatted Dick's hands away, "I got it."
He unclasped the cape from the costume taking the weight off Dick's shoulders. The older man scooted back and tried wiggling out of his pants.
"Mmnnhh..it's stuck."
Damian got on his knees, "Stand up Grayson."
The older man wobbled to his feet and clung to Damian's shoulders for balance, "It's so tight.."
The pants' spandex was caught on the back of Dick's butt, "No. Your ass is just fat." His smaller hands gripped the older man's rear trying to pull the tights down.
"Mmnnh! Not so roooughh!" he wiggled his thighs some to make it easier.
"God, lay off the cereal Grayson." Damian groaned against Dick's thighs, 'We all know he has a big butt, must he flaunt it around all the time?!' He tried giving the tights another tug.
"Ow! Careful with muh goooodsss." He smirked, "You tryin' t' give me another spanking Bruuuce?"
Damian felt his irritation flare up. He gripped the tights and roughly yanked them down to Dick's knees.
"Oooo!"
He then shoved Dick onto the bed and yanked the pants right off his legs, "There. The pants are off."
The older man pouted, "Meanie."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's get that shirt off you so I can have my tea." He then gripped the bottom of Dick's shirt, "Lift up your arms Grayson."
"Wheeee~" He lifted his arms and Damian pulled his shirt up.
His six pack was revealed along with the rest of his muscles. Damian took his entire shirt off messing up Dick's hair. Parts of his body was burning red from the liquor and the rest were old scars.
The older man sighed with relief once his shirt was off. Cool air hit his skin and he breathed better. He sat there only wearing his boxers.
'I hate to admit it, but he does have a nice body.' Damian tossed the whole costume on the floor in a pile, 'Now I just need Pennyworth to wash the cowl.'
Dick rested his head on Damian's chest, "This feels good.. thanks." The slurring was gone but his voice was quieter.
He glared down at the sleepy drunk, "You coming to your senses yet?"
"I'm fine, Bruce."
"I guess not." Damian tried leaving but Dick hugged his stomach, "Ugh, what is it Grayson?! It's been a long night and I'm tired."
He nuzzled against his black shirt, "No, please don't go. You just got here."
Damian groaned as he tried prying his hands off, "You're a grown man Grayson, stop it with this foolery."
Dick sniffled, "Is it because I'm not a kid anymore?" he had tears in his eyes, "Is that why you don't need me?" he slowly let go of Damian.
He felt awkward having a crying man cling to him. He couldn't help but take pity on him, "Haaa.. Grayson, I'm not who you think I-"
He pressed his lips against Damian's cheek, "Mmn."
Damian felt awkward, "Stop it! What are you doing?"
"A good night kiss, you always give me one Bruce." He kissed his cheek again.
"Hey, knock it off.." Dick kissed his face again, "I'm not.." the older man held him close and kept kissing his face softly, "I said quit it!" He gripped Dick's shoulders and pushed him away.
Damian stared into his eyes. They were soaked with tears. He was like an innocent child searching for his father. His cheeks were still warm and red from drinking. His lips were soft and wet.
There was a long silence. Damian's heart pounded loudly in his chest. It was all that he could hear. There was a mixture of anger and arousal as he glared at the older man.
"Dammit.." he pressed his lips against Dick's.
The older man blinked some and tears fell from his eyes as he allowed himself to be kissed.
Damian grabbed Dick's wrists and violently pinned him to the bed, "It's all your fault.. you're so goddamn annoying.."
He looked up at the boy. Dick's wet eyes were filled with innocence, wonder, and confusion.
Damian wanted to shatter his purity. He hated how all Dick would talk about father nonstop, he wasn't the only one who missed him, he wasn't even the blood son.
"B-Bruce?" he couldn't shake Damian off, "You're hurting me.."
"Bruce, Bruce, Bruce, Bruce.. do you ever think of anything else?!" his green eyes glared angrily down at Dick, "Quit wasting your time going after a man who'll never love you back! It's irritating!"
He pressed his lips against Dick's again, this time he made it deeper. His soft lips made Dick spread his gaining access to his mouth.
His tongue roamed his mouth tasting liquor and his spit. The acrobat moaned and groan underneath the boy. He felt too dizzy and weak to push him off.
Damian broke the kiss, "Hard to fight back when you're intoxicated, isn't it?" he shoved his fingers into Dick's mouth.
"Mmmph?!" his eyes went wide in fear as Damian's fingers thrusted in and out of his mouth, "Mmnhh! MmnNoo! Mm!"
Damian fingered his mouth good, "I always warned you Grayson, you're way too defenseless."
Dick's legs kicked and squirmed as his fingers thrusted against his tongue and teased his throat. It was odd mix of pain and pleasure.
Damian stopped once his hand was fully coated in Dick's saliva. The older man coughed and moaned, "Aahh..nooo.. You're acting weird.. Stop it.."
"No. You brought this on yourself." He shoved his soaked hand into Dick's boxers.
The older man gasped Damian gripped his cock, "Haaaahh!" his hips bucked a bit.
Damian stroked him a bit and kissed Dick's neck, "This gorgeous body is wasted on you Grayson. You're annoying, overly dramatic, and hopeless at everything you do." He sucked and bit onto his neck.
"Mmmnhh! Nnooo" he groaned and trembled. Damian's hand stroked him faster as he felt him get hard.
The older man was lost. He smelled Bruce, but there's no way he'd ever treat him this way. What was going on?
Damian left a small hickey on Dick's neck and continued to kiss and touch where he trembled. The bed creaked lightly and Dick moaned louder.
"Not that part..let go of it.." he panted, "I hate this..stop.." he whimpered.
His small tongue trailed down the acrobat's neck, "Mmn, do you really hate it Grayson? You sound like you love it. Feeling pent up lately?" his hand squeezed his erection.
"Hhaaa!" his body felt hot like he was having a fever. His breathing grew hot and ragged.
Damian could feel Dick get wetter in his hand, "Hmph, you're always saying you love father, but here you are getting wet for someone else like a harlot. Pathetic."
He continued to taunt the acrobat as he had him at his mercy. Dick squeezed hard on the bed covers as he was close.
Damian's heart raced as he watched Dick's pleasured expressions. He was like a small child being tainted by Damian's hand. It felt nice to dirty something so pure.
His cheeks blushed and he couldn't help but smirk, "Show me Grayson, show me what you look like when you cum."
Dick's back arched slightly off the back, "Aaahh!"
Damian felt him cum in his hand. The acrobat panted exhausted underneath him, worn out and still feeling lightheaded from the alcohol.
Damian pulled his sticky hand out from Dick's underwear. Now that it was over. He was slowly coming to his senses.
He calmly looked down at his hand, "..what did I just do?"
. . .
Damian left the room to go wash his hands. Once he was clean, he went back to Dick's room to tuck him in bed like nothing happened, and give the cowl to Pennyworth.
After eating dinner and drinking tea, he called it a night.
The events that took place remained in his head as he went to sleep that night. Damian stared off at his ceiling lost in thought.
'Why did I do that? I only wanted to get him off of me. I didn't mean to..' he groaned when he remembered how he made Dick moan and cry, "..stupid Grayson."
He rolled over onto his side. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could still see his mother, Talia.
She taught him all about sex and the adult world he'd soon inherit. Having a concubine or two was normal in the League of Assassins. Talia trained him in sex so that one day he too would have a harem.
At night he would have nightmares of constantly being sexually assaulted by his own mother.
He scowled into the night, "Disgusting.. There's no such thing as love. Only lust."
His father was the same, his mother was the same, so it's clear Dick would be the same too. Right?
To be Continued. . .