Chapter 2

okay so sorry if it's kinda confusing. this is when tim and damian first met jason and its different parts of jason's life working for them. RR please! if there any parts you dont understand or would like me to explain please dont be afraid to comment or send me a message!

It was late winter in Gotham and the kingdom was frozen over. The usual soot color sky was even darker and had even more coal smoke in it. The ashes mixed in with snow at certain times of the month and it seemed even grimier than usual. Jason was used to it. It was his home and he didn't mind the dirt and coal dust. It was the only thing he knew, the only real place he considered his home.

That was until he got arrested and placed on a slaving ship headed for the northern kingdoms.

Jason glanced up at the person gripping his hair. He was a tall brooding man obviously not from the north, for his dark tan and somewhat exotic facial features could make him stand out for miles around. His richly colored robes, though flashy, did not completely hide his bulky frame. You could tell by the firmness of his grasp, and the murderous look in his eyes, he was completely capable of handling himself. Jason was surprised that his man needed a bodyguard.

"Damian dear, don't pull his hair as is he was some animal!"

Damian made a grunting noise and released him with a bit more force than needed, making Jason tumble onto the mud covered ground.

"He'll do," Damian said eyeing him one last time before walking over to what Jason assumed to be the slave marketer.

"Excuse me? Yes, hello, umm, do you need some help?"

A young man wearing more modest clothing stuck out his hand. "Please forgive my husband, he can be a bit of a brute now and then."

Jason just scowled and pushed him self up off the ground ignoring the hand in front of him.

"Oh. OK then."

He rolled his eyes and shivered. He was covered in wet mud and the thin wool shawl they gave him didn't do much the keep out the cold. Great, he thought to himself, now I'm going to die of sickness because of these bastards. Plus I'm being bought by an abusive immigrant and some feminine looking guy. Who were these two anyway? They must have been pretty wealthy to be able to afford a bodyguard.

"You are quite scarred up mister..?"

Jason snapped out of his trance. "Uhh. Todd. Jason Todd." Jason was too lost in his thoughts to notice Tim lift up the back of his shawl and prod around his backside. Tim did a short walk around before nodding to himself. He smiled and stuck out his hand again. "Mister Todd, my name is Timothy Drake and its a pleasure to have you work for me."

Jason choked back his surprise. The Timothy Drake?! as in Prince Timothy Drake?! Jason hesitatingly shook his hand. "The pleasure is mine, I assure you your highness. Forgive my rudeness from earlier."

This seem to please the prince and he gave Jason another smile before retreating towards Damian and marketer. "I like him Damian, he's polite," Tim said.

Jason was surprised on how easy this job actually was. Though, he was supposedly Prince Tim's bodyguard, nothing really happened. Other than the useless arguments he got in with Tim's arrogant husband the prince Damian Wayne Al Ghul, it was a rather boring job. He helped the servants a bit, followed the prince around, things like that.

He also wasn't expecting how...strangely different the prince was. He wasn't at all like the princes stories he had heard. He wasn't off to war or courting beautiful princess or even on sailing adventures. He just stayed in his castle, reading. Mostly by a window, overlooking the garden where he would yell a pleasant Hello! whenever he saw Jason working with the others. Jason starting calling him robin and Tim accepted the pet name with a blush. He wasn't boring by any means. He had a vast amount of knowledge and knew more information than anyone Jason had ever met. He would win almost any debate with anyone, including Damian. He had a pretty face and a deep blue eyes that would drown your soul if you looked into them long enough.

He was a bit spoiled however. He was spoiled by his parents, and relatives, and a majority of the time by his own husband. Damian was prince soon-to-be king in the richest kingdom of all Al Ghul so, of course, he could afford to spoil his pretty bird. and spoil him he did. He was dressed in the finest silks and fabrics and furs. Velvets, satins, soft cottons and laces and sequins. Nothing was too good for Tim. Since Jason was his protector, he would accompany Tim and Damian on their many shopping trips. They would take shopping trips to all different kingdoms and provinces so often, that Tim couldn't keep track of all the names. Anytime Tim wanted something in particular, he'd just point at it, bat his eyelashes, and he'd have it before he could even say please.

That included people's as well.

And of course, he had Jason wrapped around his perfect manicured finger.

Jason almost chocked on his own spit when he was first asked if he found Tim attractive. And by Damian! Jason coughed and looked over at Tim,armed linked with Damian's, acting as if it was a completely normal question. Jason nodded warily, taken back by the rashness of the question. The next question however, would have Jason nearly having a heart attack.

"Would you like to fuck me?"

There he was. Prince Timothy. Timid, quiet prince Timothy. The one Jason had thought was innocent and had began to have feelings for, asking if Jason would like to fuck. not make love, not have sex, but fuck. That was a filthy word used by filthy people. One of them being Jason of course.

"I-I.. Why me?!"

Tim giggled a bit hiding his smile behind his hand. "Because I find you attractive, and you find me attractive and Damian here, very much thinks your attractive and we're all a big attractive group of people."

Jason stared in at Damian, certainly the great prince of Al Ghul and The Wayne kingdom, wasn't attracted to a poor bodyguard like Jason.

Damian's face said differently. He was glaring daggers into thin air, his face turning many shades of red.

"So?" Tim asked.

Jason knew he was going to regret this eventually.

"O-OK."

Safe to say Tim and Damian are great in bed. Jason has never felt such an overwhelming amount of emotions, as he did in those 4 hours.

"Ready for another round?" Tim asked.

"Didn't you have someone special?" Tim called out from the inside of his walk in wardrobe, throwing all sorts of dress shirts and robes out onto the bed.

"I did. A long time ago." Jason paused and stared out the window with a rather solemn look, as if he was trying to remember something he had repressed many years ago. Tim continued to sort through his extravagant amount of clothing but patiently waited for his respond.

After a while jay continued, "...She was very dear to me I suppose."

"...Did you love her?"

Jason hesitated before answering. "Yes. Her name was Donna. Donna Troy. She was-is Princess Diana's sister. You know, from the Amazonian kingdom. But as I'm sure you know, she died. We had a good time together, me and her. I was even going to ask her to elope with me, though i doubt that would have ever happened."

Tim directed his attention to Jason who was drawing figures on the mist covered window panes.

"I'm..so sorry, I didn't mean to re-open any wounds."

Jason shrugged, "What can you do? After her death I sort of just disappeared for a while. Did a string of odd jobs and got into a lot of trouble." He sighed and walked over to where Tim was trying on clothing. Tim stood in front of a lengthy mirror in snowy white fur, dotted with mini pearls. Lengths of rich, dark blue satin layered beneath it. It stopped, just barely grazing the soft carpets Tim was standing on. He was staring at his feet and a look of remorse replaced his normally carefree look. "I'm so so very sorry Jason, please forgive my careless prying. I didn't mean to be insensitive." Jason resisted the urge to kiss the creamy, pale exposed part of Tim's neck. He pushed that thought away and simply gave Tim a soft pat on the back.

"It's fine your highness. Maybe one day I'll tell you the story on how we met."

"I'd like that."

Tim awoke with a start as a loud clap of thunder engulfed his room. He let out a small squeak and reached over to wake his sleeping lover. He quickly remembered after finding nothing but air that Damian had to left for the Al Ghul kingdom to visit his grandfather that very morning.

"Right.." he sighed out to no one. Tim had to stay behind for safety reasons. There was an assassination plan on The Emperor so Damian didn't want to risk Tim's well being. Tim understood but was still disappointed that he was not able to go. It was lonely without Damian and his bed felt empty and strange without him there next to him.

Since he was up, he decided to go grab a late snack. All this loneliness made him peckish.

He picked up Damian robe that he had thrown on the chair, next to their desk and slipped it on. He made his way out his room and headed towards the kitchen. He had just turned corner into the main hallway when he spotted Jason walking ahead of him. He was carrying something that looked like a metal pipe.

"Jason!"

Jason hesitated for a second before sprinted.

"Hey wait!"

Tim's bare feet slapped against cold marble as he chased after him. He cursed under his breath, holding on tight to his slipping robe. Tim kept yelling Jason's name to get his attention but Jason kept ignoring him. It wasn't until after Jason heard a yelp, and a loud thump of Tim slipping, falling face first on the hard floor that he finally stopped.

"Tim?" Jason turned his attention to the fallen man.

"I..I slipped on Damian's robe.." Tim chuckled but even in the dimly lit hallway Jason could see he was crying.

"Are-Are you trying to escape?" his voice was barely an audible whisper. "Please don't leave Jason, with Damian gone, you're the only one I have left.."

Jason was quiet for a moment before giving Tim a scowl and he dropped his blunt weapon, a loud clunk echoing through the hallway. He walked over to the trembling prince and lifted him up bridal style.

Tim didn't sleep alone that night.

Jason didn't sleep at all.

It's not that Jason didn't like working for Tim and Damian. In fact, he loved it. It was the best job he'd ever had since, well, forever. The sex was great, the pay was adequate and he got to travel to new lands he had never even heard of. There was just one problem.

Damian.

Now he didn't hate him. He didn't even care about the arguing and insults he'd get from him. He was just...

Jealous.

Not of his riches, or his class rank, or his looks.

What he was jealous of, was that Damian had Tim.

It was Damian who Tim thought of, who would receive Tim secret oh-so-sweet kisses full of true love that Jason yearned for. He was the one Tim aimed to please, who his whole world revolved around. Damian's hands were able to make Tim melt without even touching him, not Jason's.

Every time Tim would smile up at Damian, his eyes were full of devotion and adoration. His lips parted, softly calling Damian's name, pleading for his soft caresses and passionate kisses.

Whenever he looked up at Jason, all he saw was a sort of social likeness and a hint of lust. He gave him a smile. That's all.

It made Jason sick every time Tim would call him into their bedroom and see Tim's pale skin tainted with the love bites and bruises of the sand prince. But what could he do?

Jason was in love.

And love meant heartache.

Aaaahh~ chapter 3 coming soooonn~~