Second chapter in 5 days, woo!

So usually I write more fluff in between what I deem 'important chapters', but lately that's just not been in the cards. Besides, it's almost Christmas and I wanted to update! Anyway, so the peanut butter thing is true. It's good for gum and things like that, but paint you actually can't just wash out. Your best bet would to run a fine tooth comb through it and peel it off. So yeah, we're talking about Damian here, and the boy is insane. In this chapter, that's pretty evident.

So yeah, I'm making a bigger deal out of this then I should, but here are the warnings. There not as dire as I make it seem, lol.

Warning: underage drinking, mentions of underage sexual situations

Please review? Maybe? :3

NEW AUTHOR'S NOTE AT BOTTOM OF PAGE. PLEASE READ AND GIVE ME FEEDBACK.

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Rowan liked to think that she knew Damian fairly well. And in tandem, she liked to think Damian was more than familiar with her. It is for this reason that she trusted him explicitly, which is why she doesn't bat an eyelash when he sits behind her while she's reading Go Fetch! by Shelley Laurenston.

But it is still his birthday (Well technically it's 1 am, and the next day, but as far as she's concerned birthdays are meant to last all week.), and he's black and blue. So she did the logical thing and asked if he'd had a fight with Tim again. He ignored her with a glare. That practically confirmed her assumptions, however, and she had the intense urge to ask him about his marks. But she trusted him enough to respect his privacy and his decision to not tell her, so she decided to bother Tim about it later. After all, while she trusted him and his decisions, she doesn't trust that he won't make stupid ass ones. Which he does. Often.

So she continued to read. Even as she got to the part that involved sexual things, she still didn't pause. Damian had made it a habit of reading over her shoulder, and if she blushed every time he did so, then she was fairly sure she'd be dead by now from all the blood rushing to her head. So, eventually she'd conditioned herself not to overheat every time her books or fanfictions happened to get steamy and Damian was reading with her.

Okay well maybe she got a little red, but come on.

But for the most part, she got over it. This particular book, however, she'd not had a chance to even glimpse through, as her Mama had been home all day. So despite the fact that it was a common occurrence, and that she trusted Damian more than anything, she still nearly died when she got to a part where the main character talks about her vibrator and Damian says something.

"What do you think vibrators feel like?"

She could feel her jaw drop and her face turn red as she scrambled for something to say.

"I, Um, I mean, it, I, what?"

Eloquence had never been her strong suit.

His face was passive and she had the feeling that he was trying to distract himself from whatever was on his mind, so she made the mistake of saying the first thing that was on her's.

"If you want to distract yourself drink or something, Jesus," is what she ends up mumbling.

She doesn't mean it but it sounded good in her head. Hell, anything sounded better than telling Damian what she thought a vibrator felt like. There are a lot of things she has no problem talking/reading about. Her self was not one of them. Especially herself in relation to anything sexual.

In the end though, she doesn't expect what happens next: Damian looks thoughtful, and then he walks right out of her room, and comes back with a bottle of her Gran's favorite wine, which he then pops open and drinks straight from the bottle.

"Did you just break into Gran's wine cabinet?" is all she can get out; because she just cannot believe Damian is sitting in her room downing a bottle of wine on his 14th birthday looking like he just went four rounds with a wrecking ball.

"What do you think?" He asked sarcastically.

She doesn't feel the need to answer.

Eventually when the bottle was almost gone, he looked back at her.

"Do you want some?" He inquired.

Rowan didn't hesitate.

"Hell no. You shouldn't even be drinking that. What if you get drunk? Or get alcohol poisoning?"

She was worried and she couldn't help it.

He laughed.

"I'm not drunk."

And then he frowned. And then he got up, and cameback with her Mama's vodka. Specifically the bottle she kept hidden with her steamy romances and never really drinks. Even more specifically the bottle no one is supposed to know about because it just does not look good for one to keep such a hard bottle of liquor hidden in the closet.

"Damian no," is all she could whisper as she watched the train wreck in front of her.

He looked at her, then at the bottle.

"Damian yes," he whispered back.

She wanted to slap him for being a patronizing bitch.

She wanted Tim to be here even more, because unlike her, he knew how to get situations to go the way he wanted them to. Most of the time at least.

A bottle of vodka and an hour later, Rowan had started to realize that Damian had an iron constitution. Idly she wondered if this is the first time he'd done something like that. She then decides that, no, it probably wasn't. No newbie could throw back that much alcohol and not be fucked up from the floor up. Because seriously, the boy drank an entire bottle of wine, then an entire bottle of vodka and he was still fucking fine.

Well, sort of. He looked waaay more relaxed and they'd been talking about stupidity for the last hour. Specifically him suddenly deciding that he wanted to do every stupid fucking thing he could think of. (I.e. Drugs and sex because apparently he suddenly decided to be a stereotypical teenager. Except early, because yah, the dumbass was only 14.)

So far she'd talked him out of the drugs. (In all honesty she didn't think he was serious about that anyway. He may have been the biggest ass she'd ever met, but he wasn't stupid.)

And for a second she thought he was drunk.

Then he opened his mouth and she knew for a fact that he was absolutely trashed.

"There was a pretty brunette girl at school who'd been after me for a while. She was kind of desperate, so I decided to take pity on her."

She gave him an offended look so that he knew just how much of an absolute asshole he was.

"You took her on a date?" she found herself asking. This was normal, comfortable. They talked about his love life and she laughed while he scowled. Perfectly typical.

"Somewhat. We attempted to watch a movie in her home and she ended up performing fellatio."

That, however, was not.

"She what."

At this point Rowan knew that her face was hot enough to fry an egg on, and she suddenly had trouble getting air into her lungs without choking.

Damian turned his green eyes towards her and she could see how glassy they were, but for the first time in a long time he didn't seem to be hiding behind anything and she just knew it was going to be a long, horrifying night.

"Fellatio. Oral sex. She sucked my dick." At the last word he nearly giggled as Rowan tries not to die on the spot.

She still fell over though.

She could feel the bed dip when Damian put one knee down, and she bounced when he let himself fall back beside her. The boy was dense and her bed couldn't help but shake with his weight.

She glanced over at him , only to see that there was a slight frown on his face. She wondered why, and then he started talking again and-

'Oh my God,' is all she could think.

"It wasn't bad. It wasn't good either. I think I came too quickly. It was rather disappointing. I suppose I should work on my stay time, hmm?"

Rowan was desperately scrubbing at her face at this point and, holy shit did he actually want an answer?

"Wrmmphh," is all she managed to get out as she buried her face in her pillow.

Damian turned her over and stared at her expectantly so she did the logical thing: she put her hand on his face and pushed. His head went back slightly and she could feel his breath, warm on her palm, before he licked her. She wrinkled her nose but didn't give up. She was stronger than that.

Well, she was until he smiled beneath her hand and then niped at her. When he did that, she squeaked and smacked him in the face. Considering his nightly activities and her jelly arms, she spared nothing when she did so. He flicked her cheek in retaliation and so she poked him in the belly button. Hard.

Asshole didn't even flinch.

The friendly hitting had managed to get her blush down, and she could tell that Damian was getting sleepy. Seeing her chance, she rolled back over and tried to close her eyes. Maybe if she was lucky, Damian's drunk ass would fall asleep. There was blessed silence for all of 10 minutes, and then-

"Sparring with Drake was fun. The way his sweat and blood mixed was satisfying; he has an excellent physic. I wanted to lick it off to see what it tasted like."

As if this wasn't startling enough, he continued with more things she never really wanted to know.

"I want to try sucking cock. Or eating a girl out. That kind of power over someone sounds interesting."

At that point she was embarrassed enough to want to slam her face into a wall and tell him to never ever tell anyone else that, and pretty much just to do anything other than have the conversation, because holy hell Damian's issues were starting to evolve. He used to only want to beat Tim for the hell of it, now it seemed as if he derived some kind of pleasure from it.

Instead, she settled for sitting silently and still as possible for the next 30 minutes. In this time, she tried not to think about the fact that Damian was probably going to end up as a sexual sadist. It didn't work and she instead got images of emerald eyes, blood, and a devilish smirk.

In truth, the entire situation was a mess. Usually on 14th birthdays, people were overjoyed and celebrated the fact that they'd gotten their Soul Marks. No one knew exactly why or how people got them, but there were just some things in the world that couldn't be explained. Some scientists speculated that the marks were left over from the days when people needed to be more compatible in order to have more children, but that didn't account for the same sex pairings, or the slightly rarer trios. Nor did it give a reason for those people whose Soul Mate had someone else's mark.

No one mark was the same, which was nice in a way. The font, color, and size reflected the person it belonged to, making it easier to find said person. Rowan always thought that was the best thing about the marks. Some of the guys on her baseball team had shown off theirs, and she'd seen plain, simple cursive, as well as letters shaped like lightning bolts. Her Gran's was a vivid blue that matched her late husband's eyes and still stood out on her weathered skin, even to this day. Her Gran told her that her Grandpa's mark had been wrapped in rose vines, an ironic play on the woman's own name. Rowan found beauty in those differences, even if she didn't hold much faith in the mark's themselves. She wondered what Damian's looked like, but knew from the situation that it would be extremely difficult to even mention them at the moment.

Once she realized Damian wass passed out, she picked up her phone and prayed Tim was awake so that she could distract herself from the fact that one of her best friends wass crude as hell and passed out drunk in her bed. At 14. God that made it so much worse. It made everything so, so much worse.

Tim was pissed and sore by the time he got away from Damian. The entire confrontation went pretty much the way he'd imagined, but the pain in his body stilled surprised him. If he had to be honest with himself, though, it wasn't just his body that was hurt. Was being with him really such an appalling idea?

Not that he actually wanted to be with Damian of course. Because that was just wrong. In so many ways. Which was why he hadn't broached the subject once he'd learned of it. But still, it hurt a guy's ego pretty badly when one of his soul mates was so offended by the thought of being with him that he attempted to beat him half to death.

Tim shivered. He'd never really acknowledged Damian as his soul mate until today, when the kid figured it out and put his fist in Tim's face.

'Dammit.' He thought as he fell back into his bed.

When he'd first got his Soul Marks, he'd been beside himself trying to figure out what to do. After a while, he'd eventually decided to put it off to think about later, when he could face the fact that Damian was one of the people he was meant to be with. Sure, Rowan seemed to be trying to push them together for some ungodly reason, but she was a whole other enigma that he was still trying to work out. He'd reasoned that he could work on trying to figure out who his other Soul Mate was, which would be significantly harder considering his second mark was nothing more than a 'Hello' in lettering that nearly blended into the skin on the back of his neck. He'd been unfortunate enough to get one of the most generic greetings in the world. The irony of it all had not been lost on him. He had one Soul Mate that hated him and another who would be impossible to find.

After a few weeks, he'd simply decided to move on. After all, Connor had shown interest… And he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been interested as well. Besides, he was pretty sure the first thing Connor had said to him had been hello… After all, what could it hurt? Damian had been blasting through girlfriends already anyway. Tim didn't know exactly what it was that he did with them, but he figured pretty soon it wouldn't exactly be innocent. He only hoped the boy had the good grace to not do anything too stupid. All in all Tim had basically been stalling.

Except he'd stalled too long. Days had turned into weeks, weeks into months, months had turned into years, and finally Damian had turned 14 and now he was forced to deal with his issues.

He ran his hand through his hair and groaned. This was a mess. A gigantic freaking mess. He was exhausted, sore, and he really didn't want to have another face off with an angry Damian in the morning. Just as he was about to roll over and go to sleep, however, his phone vibrated. Sighing, he rolled over and checked it. It was Rowan.

'What'd U do 2 Damian?'

Tim rolled his eyes. Of course Damian had gone over to Rowan's. Vexed, he lifted up his shirt and snapped a picture of the nasty bruise forming on his torso. He sent it to her with a caption:

'More like what did Damian do 2 me?'

It was a few minutes before he got a reply.

'What happened?'

The light from his phone was hurting his tired eyes, so he turned the brightness down before replying.

'What did HE tell U happened?'

'Doesn't matter,' she'd texted, 'I want ur version.'

He rolled his eyes. That most likely meant he hadn't told her anything. Tim didn't exactly know how he felt about Rowan knowing. After a second, he decided that as always, he'd tell her and she'd be the neutral party. He snorted, it was kind of sad that he had to resort to having a 12 year old fix his problems. But then again, this was Rowan. The girl had always been able to sort out the tangled relationship he had with the green eyed devil.

'Is he still there?'

There was a pause of a few seconds before he got a picture. The image showed Damian, nearly black and blue as he was, sleeping on Rowan's bed. Tim had no idea how she'd gotten that picture without waking Damian up.

'He's asleep.'

'Fine, I was going to call you, but I don't want to chance that demon waking up.'

'He's not a demon.'

Tim scoffed.

'He beat me half 2 death. I think something might be broken.'

'Why were you 2 fighting in the 1st place?'

Tim faltered slightly before typing. He might as well get it all out in one fowl swoop.

'He got his SM and figured out we were mates.'

The reply was quicker than he expected.

'Why didn't U tell him?'

'What makes U think I knew?'

'U where avoiding him for a month after ur 14th BDay.'

'Maybe I was just mad at him for something else.'

He could imagine the deadpan look she would be giving him right now.

'Maybe ur full of shit.'

He laughed, then immediately regretted it as the action made his ribs throb. He always forgot how vulgar she could be when not in person.

'I just didn't tell him okay? Then when he found out, he was offended.'

'Were u offended?'

That made him pause. Was he? Was he really so offended by the idea of Damian as a significant other. The thought made him wrinkle his nose. Damian was only 14… But then again, that was only a two year age gap. Damian was growing up. At 14 he was already pretty tall, going through the gears of puberty. But there was also the issue that they were legally brothers, but then again that would be overturned the moment they registered as Soul Mates. If they ever did.

'It's complicated.'

'Ur complicated.'

She made him feel so juvenile sometimes.

'Ur weird.'

'U wear spandex.'

'U read bad fanfics.'

'Ur life is a bad fanfic.'

Tim laughed.

'Maybe ur right.'

'Wait, no, I take it back. You and Dami didn't have hate sex. You guys no longer get to be bad fanfic.'

Tim choked and tried not to be too shocked.

'Hate sex?'

'Yeah. All the best fics have hate sex. You guys need to bang.'

The images in Tim's head were very vivid and he felt extremely disgusting for having them.

'ROWEN.'

'Wat.'

'NO.'

'What'd I do?'

'I'm going to sleep.'

'What? Why.?'

'Goodnight Rowan.'

If he didn't reply, she wouldn't be encouraged. Minutes passed by, and Tim figured he was safe.

'I still think you guys should have hot hate sex. He's horny as hell anyway.'

Tim probably should have known better. He sighed, and tried to ignore the fact that Rowan thought Damian was horny. Gah, the entire situation was just disturbing.

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Also for those of you who still haven't realized, Tim and Damian will get together in this fic. Yes, Damian will end up with Rowan, there's no doubt of that. But so will Tim. They'll all end up together. Please don't freak out thinking it's just the boys quite yet. M/F/M story guys. Also, do you all really dislike Tim that much? I mean no one ever says anything about him... I wonder why?