Idk. This is something I've had written since way before I ever reached any real plot in the story. I found it in my files and I figured I should give you guys something. I think I burnt myself out on those last two chapters, so I don't think I'll be updating again until late December early January. Part of that is because I promised my friend I'd do a oneshot for her Melanie Martinez song collection on Wattpad. I haven't even started and it's due in December

Anyway, enjoy this little snippet lol.

Warnings: Underage Male on Male sexual interaction. Gotta love those bois.

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'Really?'

It was 12:01 on a Friday afternoon. She was nearing the end of her 2nd period, and her lunch break was a mere 14 minutes away. She was absolutely 1000.99% sure that Damian knew this. Yet here she was, 14 minutes away from a nice, 1 hour long lunch break, and her phone would. Not. Stop. Ringing. Her teacher had already threatened to take it away once, and now the irate woman was glaring daggers at her as the device continued to buzz incessantly in her pocket. The only thing that stopped her from saying anything was the fact that Rowan had continued to work, and hadn't once pulled out her phone to check it. All in all it wasn't the best situation, and there was only one thing she could think.

'Really?'

When the bell finally rung, signaling the end of the period, Rowan raced out of the class room. She zipped down the hall and quickly found an empty room to duck into before whipping out her phone. She looked at the screen and groaned.

2 missed calls

15 new messages

She had a pretty good guess as to who they were from. Seeking to validate her suspicions, she slid the little bar at the bottom of her screen to unlock her phone. She scrolled through the messages, and surprise, surprise, they were all from Damian. Narrowing her eyes, she moved on to the phone calls. Only one was from Damian. The other was from Tim.

Making a split decision, she decided to call Tim after she talked to Damian. Damian was the one who was in such a rush to get in contact with her after all. Before she could go back and read any of his messages, however, her screen lit up, and she was faced emerald green. She'd changed Damian's contact picture to a close up shot of his eyes last week. She stood still for a second, simply studying the image on her screen, and then she answered.

"Yo."

"Took you long enough to answer."

Rowan felt her face morph into an expression of disbelief before she spoke.

"Damian, some of us actually attend our classes."

Damian may have technically attended Gotham Academy, but he rarely actually went to class. He came for the tests, and turned in the work and that was pretty much all anyone could expect out of him. He was just that stubborn. She suspected that if he was younger and more impressionable, things could have worked out better.

"Tt. Public education is defective. You'd have a far better chance with me as your learning instructor."

Rowan briefly imagined Damian at the front of her class, giving a lecture on math. He probably wouldn't expect anything less than absolute perfection, and she could only imagine what he would do to the slackers in her class. Without her permission, a laugh came bubbling up her throat.

"What's so funny?"

His voice was gruff and by now she could tell when he was gearing up for a one sided fight. Deciding to stop that horse dead in its tracks, she quickly defused the situation.

"Nothing, nothing. What's up?"

"Tt. I wanted to know if you wanted to come over tonight and watch movies with Tim and me."

She wanted to go; however, there was one small problem.

"Um. Well. I uh, I wouldn't mind. But you know my Mama might have an issue with that…"

"Why? She never has before."

Okay, so that wasn't exactly true and Rowan didn't know what to say to that. Well she did, but it would be awkward.

"Um. We weren't, I mean you and I before, we, um. And then Tim will be there, and, uh."

Wow she was so eloquent. It was a wonder they had even let her pass English.

"Are you trying to say that she has a problem with you spending the night now that we're dating?"

"…Yes….."

Damian sighed and she just knew, deep in her gut that he was rolling his eyes right now.

"Just tell her that if I'd wanted to have sex with you, I wouldn't need to invite you to my house to do so."

It took Rowan all she had to stop spluttering and choke out something recognizable.

"What?"

"Really, I could climb through your window at any time and fuck you up against the wall and your Mother most likely wouldn't be the wiser."

He sounded contemplative now, and Rowan knew things were about to get worse.

"And if it's a threesome she's worried about then you could just tell her that Tim is adamant not to have sex with you until you're older."

He was saying all of this in a bland voice that betrayed almost no emotion and holy shit Rowan had forgotten how blunt he could be.

"Damian."

"Of course that doesn't mean I'm any less willing to-"

"Oh my god, Damian, stop."

Rowan's cheeks were hot enough to fry an egg on by now and she was pretty sure she was close to passing out. She was not going to let Damian keep talking. And she was definitely not going think about all the images his words had just brought up.

"I'll talk to her, okay?" Rowan finally said.

"Tim will be by to pick you up from school and take you by your house for clothes. I know you don't like to be in your uniform."

Before Rowan could even sort through that information dump, Damian was gone. She stood numbly, staring at her phone for a good five minutes.

'What am I even doing?' she finally thought as she dialed her Mama.

After a few rings, Miranda picked up.

"Whatchya need baby girl?"

"Damian and Tim want to know if I can sleep over tonight."

"Do they now?"

Her tone indicted that she was thinking along the lines of 'that's a funny joke.'

Rowan simply sighed. The woman may not have been aware of her daughter's current relationship status, but her Mama was still treating them as if she was.

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By the time the last bell of the day rung, Rowan was tired, irritated, and very hungry. Over all it was not a good combination of feelings for her. The only thing she had to pacify her was the fact that she'd already finished what little homework she'd gotten, and all of her projects were caught up.

She knew from experience that with Damian involved, there was zero chance that she'd ever get anything productive done. Sighing, she made her way to the front of her school and out the doors into sweet, sweet freedom. Or, you know, she could be walking into incarceration. One never knew with Damian.

Blowing a stray piece of hair out of her face, she continued on. That is, she shuffled along until she was distracted by the random groups of girls giggling by the front gate. Raising one eyebrow, she soldiered through the crowd, her soft 'excuse me' going nearly unheard.

Now normally there were groups of girls everywhere anyway, it was, after all, a high school. But Rowan had never quite seen them so focused on one thing. Unless it was a fight, but Rowan didn't hear the tell-tale sounds of curses being thrown along with punches.

Even nearing the front of the crowd, she still couldn't tell what had them all so entranced. There where, of course, cars lined up to pick up their children. Nothing new or interesting there. There were a few teens getting bikes, or taking off on skateboards. There were also a few students simply milling about in front of the gates. They didn't look particularly interesting, what with everyone in the same white button up and plaid bottoms, except for...

'Oh,' she thought.

Leaning right up against the wall, looking like he didn't have a care in the world, was Tim Drake. He had on a short sleeved button up and fitted jeans that she just knew most likely showcased his extremely tight ass. And then a girl on the side opposite of her came up to him and he turned and-

' are some really nice jeans.'

Well, at least now she knew why there was a mob of girls in front of the school. She supposed having hot older dudes show up at your school was cause for commotion.

Groaning, she made her way towards him. As she got closer, she began to pick up bits of the conversation with the unknown girl.

"So like, you're here waiting for someone?"

"Yeah," he replied, turning to scan the crowd around him. When his eyes caught sight of her, he smiled, and she was amused to catch sight of relief on his face.

"If you'll excuse me." And with that, he pushed away from the wall and he was by her side.

The girl looked positively shocked at being so thoroughly blown off, and Rowan had to fight the urge to giggle. Tim bumped her shoulder, and she looked up at him.

"It's not funny; she was the eighth one in the last ten minutes."

Tim looked so disturbed, and Rowan just couldn't help herself. She burst out laughing.

"It's not funny!"

All Rowan could do was give him a rather pointed look.

"Shouldn't you be jealous or something? I mean, I am your boyfriend."

And with that, her laughter stopped. She straightened, and cleared her throat. The chattering around them had increased after Tim had said that. It was going to be hell trying to deal with this on Monday.

She wasn't particularly used to thinking of Tim that way. Or Damian if she was completely entire idea that they were even interested in her like that was still hard for her to believe.

Even if she did have the words both on her skin and straight from their mouths to reassure her.

"Well, anyway… We should probably leave now."

Tim nodded and smiled at her with understanding.

She adjusted her messenger bag and trailed after him as he made his way towards his car. For the most part they were pretty silent as they adjusted and pulled onto the road.

Eventually though, Tim decided to speak up.

"So how'd you convince your Mom to let you spend the night?"

Rowan winced.

"Um, well my sisters are probably going to be coming into town tomorrow, so I definitely have to be home in time if I'm going to be able to keep up with them. And I promised my Mama I wouldn't do anything, uh," wow, she didn't have the right words for this.

"You promised her you wouldn't do what?"

Rowan turned her face towards the window so that Tim wouldn't be able to see the blush heating her cheeks.

"Never mind, it's not important." Her voice was high, and she desperately hoped Tim wouldn't question her further.

After a second, he responded.

"Well, okay I guess. So Damian said he was going to order pizza, is that okay?"

Rowan immediately perked up. In the time it'd taken her to get her Mama to agree, she'd managed to waste all of her lunch break.

"Fuck yes," she said, mouth already watering.

"Well someone's excited," he laughed. She could see the mirth in his blue eyes, and she grinned at him.

"I'm just hungry. And I like pizza. Also he's probably going to get ice cream. And cookies." She was practically bouncing now, but she couldn't stop herself. She always got excited when food was mentioned. It was probably her biggest flaw.

Tim was laughing and looking at her out of the corner of his eye now. She blushed and tried to calm herself down.

"I, uh, I really like food."

"I know."

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The movies aren't what end up making the night into something interesting. No, that part comes later.

When they get ready to settle down for the night, Damian was well aware that Rowan was watching; waiting. He'd once had a conversation with Tim about how Rowan could be more possessive then he was, and he wasn't lying when he'd told Tim that he'd learned never to mess with Rowan's food, and with good reason. What he didn't tell Tim was the way he'd learned. He still remembered it to this day, albeit only the most important details and he was more than sure that Rowan did as well.

He remembered stealing the last bit of ice cream from the bottom of the tub they'd been sharing at the time. He remembered her muttering things about being deprived of the 'chocolaty goodness'. He remembered the look on her face when he'd done so. The sound she'd made.

Her eyes had gone wide and she'd spluttered and swatted his arm and whimpered just a little, and fuck it'd done things to him. He remembered brushing off the feeling as spontaneous hormones because she was still only 12. He remembered pulling out his phone and texting a faceless girl that, and he admitted this now, nearly 3 years later, he really only used for sexual and strategically sound favors. He remembered leaving, and thinking nothing of Rowan's words of 'I am so gonna get you for that.'

He remembered ignoring her as she followed him all the way the girl's house, not even bothering to try and hide her presence.

He also remembered being locked in a heavy kiss with said faceless girl not 30 minutes later, and being tugged by the hair up and right out of her room. And he absolutely remembered being dragged out into the street by a tiny girl with frizzy hair and glasses who then turned around and told him 'Now you've been deprived too.' And then following as she walked away. (Because even if he was pissed at her, he still wasn't going to let her walk through Gotham alone.) Yes, he remembered that. And from the look on her face when Tim had eaten that pizza, she remembered too.

So when Tim asked what the hell he thought he was doing when he followed him to his room with Rowan watching, Damian only had one reply.

"Why, I'm going to give her a show of course." And then he pushed Tim into his room and shut the door.

"Now get on your knees, Drake."

"Damian, I don't know what the hell you think you're doing-"

Damian cut him off by fisting his hand in his hair and pulling him in for a kiss. Neither of them were gentle; Damian biting Tim's lips as Tim shoved Damian up against the wall, but the kiss did its job. When Damian slipped his hand between them and past taught abs and waistbands, he found Tim's throbbing cock heavy in his hands and he smiled.

Tim had always had strong morals, but Damian's were loose enough for the both of them. Besides, the older boy would never admit it but Damian knew their arguments got him hot.

Tim groaned into Damian's mouth and Damian used his grip on Tim's hair to yank his head back so his throat was bared and he got just close enough so that hot breath met fevered skin.

" . .Knees."

This time, there was no protest from Tim.

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Rowan wasn't all that surprised when Damian went with Tim to his room. Instead, she simply said nothing and waited for one of them to come back and take her home. She figured that at the very least, she would end up seeing Cass or Alfred before she left. Barbara, Dick, and Stephanie were often in other towns saving the populace, while Jason was usually off in Gotham doing… Whatever it was that he did that everyone knew Bruce probably wouldn't approve of. Honestly, it was probably something Damian did too.

She managed to sit there for all of ten minutes before the fact that Tim had taken the last slice of her pizza found its way into her mind again, and brought a rather chancy plan for pay back with it.

Awkward as it may seem, from the moment he hit puberty Rowan knew he was going to be kind of… Frisky. Damian had always been very opinionated and extremely bold. Things like social and cultural expectations were never going to stop him from doing what, or whoever the hell he wanted.

It was for that very reason that Rowan knew her plan was going to work. After all, it worked just fine before. All she'd had to do was walk to Damian's girlfriend's house and walk straight up the stairs, and with an indifference ingrained in her from multiple hours of explicit literature, she'd ignored the fact that he was sucking face (which was actually really gross, ew.), and pulled him up. Once he'd realized it was her, he'd practically gone into shock. It had been hilarious, and she'd been able to pull him out of the (suspiciously) empty house without incident (his girlfriend's angry yelling didn't count.)

Damian had never touched her food without asking ever again, nor had he ever again taken the last bite.

All in all, it was an excellent plan that she knew would work.

At least if she could work up the courage to actually do it. See, it was different this time. Damian wasn't with some random girl that she knew he didn't actually care for. And he probably wasn't just there for a 'quick fix'. There would probably be kissing, and licking, and biting, and sucking, and- oh she really shouldn't have been thinking about that.

Biting her lip, Rowan swallowed and just decided to get it over with. She cracked open the door, and looked into the hall. Empty.

She smiled and tiptoed out. She'd changed into her pajama bottoms and a t-shirt earlier, and when she moved she made almost no sound. There was something to be said about being lazy as hell.

Once she reached Tim's door, she took a deep breath and put her hand on the knob.

'Do it for the future pizza slices.'

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'This is so wrong,' he thought as the rough material of the carpet below him began to chafe his knees.

'What the hell am I doing?' he asked himself as Damian's length slid between his lips, leaving them shiny with a mixture of saliva and precum.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Tim said, even as he reached up to grasp Damian's erection and ran his thumb over the weeping tip.

"When are you going to learn to shut up?" Damian replied, gripping Tim's face roughly only to shove him to the ground. Tim didn't have time to protest before his legs were being spread and Damian was looming over him, dirty smirk plastered on his handsome face. (He knew the game too well not to play along. He really needed to learn how to be less turned on by this.) Damian somehow managed to get Tim's pants and boxers off in a matter of seconds, and suddenly hands were meeting bare skin.

"The same time you learn to stop being such an asshole," Tim ground out. Damian's hands were gripping his inner thighs, and the slow kneading motion he was doing was driving Tim absolutely crazy.

Tim sat up, putting his weight on his elbows so that he could face Damian. He learned that it was always better to be on equal ground with the younger man.

"What's your game?" he asked, because with Damian, there always seemed to be something. Sure he knew that they were playing, and sure he knew the rules, but he would have appreciated knowing what they were playing for.

"There is no game," Damian said, still sporting that utterly annoying smirk of his.

And it is from that smirk that Tim concluded that Damian was absolutely up to something.

"Damian I swear if you're recording us again, I'm going to kick your ass."

Because as odd as it sounded, that was something Damian had done before. And the scary thing was that Tim never would have known if not for the fact that Damian had shown him with a smile on his face and a warning never to piss him off. Tim, of course, had deleted the recording and every other copy of it. He wouldn't put it past Damian to try again, however.

Instead of answering, Damian leaned down and blew on the tip of Tim's length. The sensation sent a ripple of pleasure through Tim's entire body, and nearly had him whimpering.

Damian laughed.

"Are you so desperate to cum that a little air on your cock has you shaking like a whore?"

God it was so wrong that he had such a dirty mouth.

"Shut up, Damian."

Tim trembled as Damian slid his hands down, and stopped just short of where Tim wanted them most. He settled there for a moment, and let his gaze rest on Tim's face. They stared at each other, and just when Tim was readying himself to tell Damian to move, he leaned down and licked Tim like a lollipop from base to tip, stopping at the head to swirl his tongue.

"Fuck!"

Tim's hips bucked and he let himself thrust. The wet warmth of Damian's mouth had Tim reeling, and then Damian was moving his tongue in just the right way. Tim couldn't keep himself still and his back hit the floor hard, arms no longer willing to support his weight.

Damian was always pulling tricks like that.

"Where do you even learn this stuff?" he groaned, eyes screwed shut.

Damian completely engulfed Tim's shaft, letting out a moan that Tim felt through his entire body. He let his teeth slide along Tim's length as he slowly sat back up, and Tim almost came right then.

"You know how Rowan's always reading?" Damian asked, sitting back on his haunches. There was sweat on his brow, and he lifted his shirt to wipe it. Tim was momentarily distracted by tight abs and the dark trail of hair that led to Damian's own arousal, standing proud and engorged against his flat stomach.

"Um, yeah I guess."

"Half of what she reads is thinly disguised porn. The other half is just porn."

Tim had already been panting from Damian's ministrations. The moment he said that, however, Tim was at a complete loss of breath.

"What?"

"She insists that they're Romances and Fanfiction, but in all honesty we both know they're porn. Over the years, I've developed a habit of reading over her shoulder. I've picked up a few things along the way."

Tim was at a loss of words. He couldn't imagine Rowan, his, they're Rowan would do that type of thing. She was so innocent. She was-

Okay he could see it but it was still so, so wrong.

"What? You didn't think she was a perfect angel did you? She's cruder than I am half of the time, you can't tell me you've never noticed."

"But she's 15, Damian! And she's so shy."

Damian simply rolled his eyes and wrapped his hand around Tim's shaft. He spoke as he twisted his hand and pumped simultaneously. Tim thought his agonizingly slow pace was going to be the death of him.

"She may be 15, but that doesn't mean she's an asexual nun. And being shy doesn't mean much at all. In fact it's a bit of a turn on. She blushes so prettily when she's wet."

Tim's cock jerked, and he desperately tried to keep the image of a turned on Rowan out of his head. He tried to push Rowan completely out of his thoughts all together. God, it was so wrong.

"What the hell Damian?"

"What? You're the one who said you wouldn't touch her. I, however, promised nothing of the sort."

Tim sat up abruptly, but it was awkward because Damian still had a firm grip on Tim's length.

"Damian I swear to god if you're having sex with her-"

"Cool it Drake. Not that it's any of your business, but I haven't touched her."

"What were you getting at then?"

"She stares sometimes and I can practically smell how turned on she gets. I don't even think she notices. She's so tentative, I bet every touch would be feather light."

Damian was going even slower now, just barely letting his fingers graze Tim's sensitive skin. Tim knew exactly what he was doing.

"Damian-"

"She's got the softest little lips too,"

He leaned down to pepper kisses down Tim's stomach that had him swallowing his words.

"Jesus Damian you need to-"

"And she really does have freckles all over. You can tell when she wears her shorts and tank tops in the summer."

Tim was trembling, and his cock was aching so badly he could nearly feel his heartbeat with every pulse.

"I bet her nipples are only slightly pinker than her freckles."

Damian moved up so that he could nip at Tim's nipples. At this point, Tim was back to squirming under Damian. The position wasn't exactly unwelcome. Tim could almost picture Rowan this way. She was such a quiet little thing, but that didn't mean she wasn't vocal in her own way. He could almost imagine the sounds she would make if he nipped a trail from his mark to Damian's.

"And you know what I think she does when you tease her like I've been teasing you?"

Tim couldn't help himself, he was so close, too close. Damian was pumping faster now, and Tim was completely out of it.

"What?"

Damian leaned in close and whispered in his ear.

"Why don't you find out."

And then there was a small hand on his sweat slicked shoulder that most definitely not Damian, and Damian was off of him and he wanted to shout.

He opened his eyes and instead of meeting heated green, he was faced with deceptively calm brown.

"Next time don't steal my pizza. Now come one, I wanna go home."

And now Tim watched as Damian was dragged away by a girl half his size, and he was left alone on the ground, sweaty and aching.

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When she got in bed later that night, Rowan ended up scaring her Mama and Gran due to the sheer amount of time she spent screaming into her pillow.

Her mind may have blocked out any sounds and allowed her to not pass out when she'd interrupted Tim and Damian, but she'd still seen. Kissing them had been one thing that had taken her a solid month to get over, but seeing Damian going down on Tim was going to haunt her for quite some time.

Suffice to say, she didn't really sleep at all.