The next day of school wasn't any better because he saw those eyes time and time again- yet never the owner of them. They continued to haunthis memories over night until he had given sleep up for a good 72 hours now.

Damian hadstaid home sick and wasn't there to watch his older brother get beaten to a pulp once more that week. He was to tired to even protest or attempt to punch back, and allbecause of those blue eyes.

God, he'd be damned if he ever saw them again at the rate this was going.

"Why doesn't the little 'Boy Wonder' try to fight back, huh? Show us what you're made of nerd." One spat. Tims vision was becoming cloudy, spotty and he swore stars twinkled. But he still tried. It was stupid and humiliating, trying to throw a punch just
/to stumble and be thrown against a new row of metal.

The cool, hard metal that he had been braced upon all week in attempts not to faint or become dizzy.

Another laughed and then another punch to his face. The light faded from Tims eyes slowly. He was tired- so, so tired...

Before the next blow could even strike he was pulled up from the lockers and into a warm, hard chest. "Leave now. Before I blow your heads off for hurting him." They ran, yelling crazy words at the boy holding TimothyDrake.

"You don't way anything BabyBird. What do you eat? Air?" The boy cracked. Tim only shuddered upon hearing the voice. It was so deep, masculine. "Damn. Would've thought you Waynes would've put an actual fight up. Whatever, let's get you home BabyBird."
/Tim grunted as he was pulled along and from the Academy, into the- a very surprised- butlers car and all the way home. All while the boy held him close.


Jason Todd had been watching the fights in the halls for a week now. Had been watching the poor kid- and adopted son of Bruce Wayne the billionaire-knownasTimothy Wayne to the public.

You would think he could keep his own in a fight but it was clearly not the case. The kid was beaten to a pulp by the end of the fight and his brother- the infamous Damian Wayne- always dragged him back to their car.

He knew the kid was smart- hell he was a year ahead of his grade and was transferred into his class last week! But here at Gotham Academy you'd think it would be excepted to be smart and not beaten until you're bleeding everywhere.

Jason knew Tim had seen him- how much of him was the question. Every time they ran into each other the boy was only ever focused on his eyes- he'd be surprised if he didn't memorize the patterns and colors and hardness to them.

The fight in the halls on this day really set Jasonoff. So much he stepped from the shadows and pulled the week kid up and scared off the cocky bastards. He was surprised at how light Tim felt, as if he didn't eat anything ever. What was this
/kid doing to himself?

"You don't way anything BabyBird. What do you eat? Air?" The younger grunted as Jason draggedhim along. Where was the little demon brat of a brother when you needed one? "Damn. Would've thought you Waynes would've put an actual fight up. Whatever, let's
get you home BabyBird." Tim grunted.

Jason lugged the broken boy out of the school and spotted their fancy ass car he would have lovedto have, and now- being in it- he felt graced to even get a look up close at it.

The driver didn'tcomplainon the way home. Had he seen this before? How? This was the first time Jason had seen the boy so beaten up.

"Please bring Master Timothy to his room. Up the stairs, to the left and third door to the right." Jason nodded and carried the half-conscious boy to his room.

It wasn't tidy like he had expected it to be. Instead clothes littered the ground and unfinished work sat sprawled across the bed and desk, various video games stacked upon each other beside the TV.

"Dicks gon' kill me." Tim mumbled to no one as he was laid on his bed.

"No he won't, Master Tim. He is to busy taking care of MasterDamian at the moment to even try to harm you- though no much harm could be done to you." Alfred walked in holding various tools and first-aid kits.

"Alfred it hurts." Tim whinesbefore stopping. His eyes caught the blue ones that had been haunting him for a week now as he yelped, and jumped up before clutching his side. Alfred push him back down and pulled his shirt up and start cleaning him.

Jason's eyes roamed the boy's body as his shirt was removed. He noted all the scars and bruises. He cringes. It must have hurt, and he went through this every day for the past three years.

The butler finished up and excused himself, turning to the older boy. "Please feel free to stay for dinner."

Jason nodded before the doorwas shut and he had turned back to the scarred boy in front of him. "You didn't have to bring me here, I was fine."

The older snorts and crosses his arms. "Sure, because you bleeding in the halls is just what the janitors want. A thank you woul be nice; I did drag your sorry ass to the car and inside, up a flights of stairs and into here."

"Right. Thanks." Tim stands, pain ripples through him but he makes no noise as he looks for a new shirt- one darker and could hide the coloured bruises from his adopted father. "Sorry for making you do that, it wasn't like you had to butyou did-
so thank you."

He would've done it a million times if it meant seeing this boy smile like he was right now. For weeks of watching him, and going from a bystander to knowing his name and then stepping in and stopping it- that smile was a reward.

"No problem. You seem like a good kid... Smart, stupid-" Tim shothim a flat lookbefore slipping on the shirt. "Handsome, athletic, sexy.The list goes on and on." Tims head shotso fast towards the other that there was a
small snap and he'd convinced himself he had whiplash. What was the boy saying?

"Erm, thanks." Tim looks away, hiding the obvious blush that's spread across his cheeks and goes to check all the unfinished work that's placed carelessly on his desk. "Oh, just hit me but I don't know your name."

"I'm hurt BabyBird. I Madeit my duty to know yours and you don't even know mine? How rude." Tim rolls his eyes, pulls out his computer and starts typing at a speed Jason can't comprehend because it's like he has super-speed.

"Jason Todd. Eleventh grade. You've been attending Gotham Academy for three years, and are on the football team, quarter back. You excel at maths and science- failing everything else. Your middle name is Patrick and your last girlfriend was the first
year you were at The Academy."

Jason gapes, this boy really was smart. He figured out that much information on him in a second- and who knew what else he knew? He even knew when his last girlfriend was, the one where he ended it because of the beaten boy in front of him- because it
actually ended when his eyes first laid on him, but it had taken two extra weeks to break up with her because she was so clingy.

But that would mean-

"I'm sorry Jason. Really." And Jason can't stand it anymore. There's so much pent up rage and hurt from the years- the years he spent with out a mother, and a stupid father figure around only for an hour a day before he left to get drunk and sleep with
more women. And then the years he watched Timothy Drake get beaten up, and then today. He's so blinded by rage he doesn't notice the years until Tims up against him and wiping them away.

The way Tim was beaten earlier that day reminded him of when his father would beat his son- his wife. He couldn't just stand by again and let it happen, not this time. "Timothy, God. You really are a butt head."

"A sexy butt head apparently."