YO I'M BACK. I've gotten into roleplaying these past couple of days and I am.. Enamored omfg. Yall should have kept me away from it.

Also finals were a bitch and my Spanish professor can go get fucked up the ass. Seriously, I'm all for taking responsibility but that man can go suck it he hated my entire class, and especially me. Just the last month has been… Really, really bad for me. A lot of stuff went down and I had a bad time mentally, but I'm better now.

Anyway this chapters not a lot of plot development, but nice none the less?

As always, sorry for any typos. I wanted to get this out ASAP.

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Getting up the next day was a struggle because in the midst of reliving the sight of Damian's lips wrapped around Tim, Rowan had completely forgotten that she was supposed to be spending the day with her sisters. She hardly ever saw them in person, and so she really she shouldn't have let it slip her mind so easily.

Her sisters, however, had not, and so she was interrupted in her sleepless misery by a sharply pointed nail and the snap of bubblegum.

"So are you actually going to get up?"

Even if she was horrified by her own thoughts and exhausted as hell, Rowan still smiled at Catherine's voice.

"Hey Rinny."

Catherine laughed, and Rowan could hear her seating herself in the chair by her vanity.

"Morning Macaroni."

Both Elizabeth and Catherine had called her Macaroni for years because it was a play on her nickname 'Ro', and she'd once eaten an entire box of Kraft macaroni and cheese in front of them. The twins were the only ones that ever called her that, and she loved them for it.

Rowan yawned, and rolled over to hear her sister talk, immediately knowing that it was Elizabeth due to the pitch of her voice and her bubblegum habit.

"So Ro-" Pop! "-when-" Pop! "-where you planning-" Pop! "- to tell us about your boy toy?"

Elizabeth threw in one last pop of her gum for good measure and Rowan twitched with the sound. Not spending enough time with them had the effect of her forgetting how freaking annoying Liz could be. The purple haired female was a mess of sound at pretty much all times, and if you weren't used to it the living symphony that was Elizabeth could get to be too much. To be faire though, being a mess of sound sort of worked for a DJ since she was good at putting down a beat when it came to it.

'She's so lucky that I love her.'

"What're you talking about, Liz?"

Liz grinned and whipped out her phone.

"I follow Baby D on Instagram."

"I follow him on Tumblr," Catherine chimed in.

Immediately Rowan's eyes threatened to permanently roll back into her head. Sometimes her sisters were just too much. Right now was one of those times.

Unfortunately as a rather prominent public figure, Bruce Wayne ended up putting all of his children into some form of the limelight. Dick seemed to bask in it, but Damian and Tim slipped under the radar for the most part. Somewhere along the lines however, Damian had earned the nickname 'Little D' by the tabloids as the youngest Wayne son, and it was weird to hear her sister use the moniker.

"I can't believe he actually has one," she murmured.

"I can't believe you don't," Liz shot back while Catherine laughed delicately beside her.

Rowan just huffed and ignored the devious look on her sister's face. She knew she was in for a good ribbing just from the airy sigh her sister let out in the next second. It was just too staged.

"I mean I know he's yours and everything, but he's just so yummy," Rowan's face immediately screwed up as a phone was shoved into her face, "I mean just look at those arms!"

And there it was, or rather he. Liz had pulled up her Instagram and low and behold there was Damian's latest post. It was a selfie of him lying in bed, t-shirt pulled tight over his biceps as a stretched arm rested above his head in a lazy pose with the caption 'Feeling bored.' He was doing absolutely nothing provocative whatsoever but he did look good in that shirt and his bright green eyes pinned her and had her throat going dry.

'Damn,' nearly echoed in her mind.

Liz caught onto Rowan's inner thoughts quickly and giggled.

"See, I told you! And to think, you've got him all to yourself."

Cheeks reddening, Rowan still managed to raise an eyebrow.

This time it was Catherine that caught it.

"Well maybe not all to yourself, but really I wouldn't mind sharing if Tim was the guy in question."

That was really something coming for Catherine considering she was asexual. Sure, she still found people attractive, but she usually found it easier just to not say anything since people got confused when she did.

Finally deciding to get up, Rowan pulled herself out of bed and all but rolled onto the floor. Squinting and disoriented from the sudden shift, she stumbled over towards Catherine and all but slapped her hands onto the older girl's cheeks.

Catherine stared into her eyes and squinted back, and Rowan brought herself farther forward until they were nearly nose to nose, and then just as Catherine looked like she was going to break the stare and start laughing, Rowan opened her mouth and-

"Shhhhhhhhhhh."

Catherine immediately jerked back in an attempt to get away from what Rowan was sure was her most atrocious morning breath to date. She figured it would help her sister learn to leave her alone.

"Oh my god, Rowan go brush your teeth!"

Behind her Elizabeth cackled openly at her twin's disgust and Rowan joined her even as Catherine pushed her away and she landed on her butt.

Then Elizabeth had to go and put her two cents in and Rowan snapped her mouth shut.

"Maybe you should, I'm sure your boys would appreciate minty fresh breath!"

Rowan fell back and let her head hit her carpet with a groan.

'I am going to die. They are going to kill me and this is the end. Goodbye sweet world.'

Pastel blue flats came into her peripherals and Rowan glanced up to see Elizabeth's currently faded out purple hair.

"I can tell you're being weird so stop."

Rowan had learned that the thing with having siblings was that they tended to bring out certain habits that you didn't even know you had. Maybe it was because they all shared their own family's particular brand of fucked up and already had that innate trust, but there were often times that she found herself saying things to them that she wouldn't dare say to anyone else. Now was one of those times.

"Oh my gosh Beth do you want to fricken' fight?"

Elizabeth had always hated being called Beth, and so she immediately knocked Rowan in the face with her foot, and in turn Rowan latched her teeth onto the older girl's ankle.

"Wow this is kinky, is that what you do in with your boys?"

Before she could help it, she'd slammed her eyelids shut as the feeling of Damian's teeth on her lips invaded her mind and she couldn't help but imagine Damian doing the same to Tim.

'NoNoNoNoThisIsWeirdLet'sNot!'

"Rowan what are you doing?"

Her eyes opened and she realized that she was actually covering her face with her hands and letting out a shrill, almost scream like noise. She stared out between her fingers for a few seconds before deciding to just ignore the entire thing.

"….Can we please just leave?"

Elizabeth was back to popping her gum as Catherine shook her head.

"Do you even know where we're going?" Catherine asked.

Rowan shook her head and propped herself up on her elbows to look at them expectantly. Sure she was curious, but much like when she was with her boys, she didn't really care where they went as long as she got to spend time with them. When Elizabeth actually looked away and blushed, however, Rowan's interest rose. Elizabeth Hollington had very little shame and so her blushing meant she'd either planned on them participating in a world broadcasted BDSM orgy under the ocean or she may have killed someone. Even then, Rowan wasn't sure if that would be enough to get Liz embarrassed.

"Liz?"

"Remember how I told you I had a surprise for you?"

When they'd discussed their day on the town together, Elizabeth had mentioned a surprise of some sort but Rowan hadn't paid too much attention to it. Like everything else that wasn't her boys trying to devour each other, it had slipped Rowan's mind.

'I really need to work on that.'

"Yeah?"

She cleared her throat and shoved her hand in Rowan's direction, and for the first time Rowan noticed the light glint off of her ring finger.

"Yeah well I proposed to Aiko and I was kind of hoping you'd be a bridesmaid in the wedding, so I set up a fitting for us today."

Rowan's mouth dropped open even as her heart swelled.

"Liz!"

She couldn't even speak through the rushing of her mind. While she loved her sisters for sure, it had always been hard to really think about what it meant for them to be sisters. Their father had cheated on their mother and the affair had resulted in Rowan, yet even after the first accidental meeting the twins had treated her with nothing but acceptance. Hell, after a particularly bad night Elizabeth had even admitted that she sometimes thought of Rowan's Mama as a second, more laid back mother. There was bad blood in their family for sure, but none was centered on them. Any drama that their parents had going on had never been pushed their way, and for that Rowan was thankful. She never really wanted to know anymore than she had to, anyway.

Now, to hear that her exuberant sister had proposed to her own Soul Mate and wanted Rowan to participate in the wedding mean the world.

"Rowan?" Liz asked, sounding surprised at the outburst.

Energy suddenly coursing through her, Rowan jumped up and hugged her older sister tightly, not bothering to be mindful of the girl's more willowy form.

"Of course I'll be a part of your wedding."

Elizabeth brought her hands up and grasped Rowan's with a cheeky smile.

"Good, now go put on some pants so we can leave!"

'Huh?'

And then, for the first time that morning, Rowan realized that she'd been messing around with them devoid of anything but a t-shirt and her panties.

'Every damn time!'

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Tim was having a crisis.

This really wasn't anything new considering his occupation, but the nature of said crisis was.

He could stay up for eight days straight gathering intel, he could fight the toughest of assailants tooth and nail, and he could binge watch an entire show in a day, but coming up with an idea on where to take Damian Wayne on a date was turning out to be his absolute worst nightmare.

And it wasn't even for the reason one would think.

The thing was that Tim had been focusing a lot of attention on Rowan lately. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing considering she probably needed it the most between the three of them, but that didn't change the fact that he didn't want Damian to feel neglected. Damian was, after all, his Soul Mate just as much as Rowan was.

Also he kind of figured they needed to spend some personal time outside of the bedroom.

They bickered and clashed more often than not, but it was with a sort of fire that was more backed by a twisted affection than anything else. Damian pushed him and let him push back, and it was something he didn't know he needed until Damian was gone.

So now he found himself sitting in his room, trying to decide if he really wanted to take Damian out to dinner. Or to the movies. Or to the park.

Somehow, he was finding all of the normal date ideas lacking. He'd been on dates before and even held steady relationships… But this was Damian.

Rowan was simple and easily amused, but Damian was pretty much the exact opposite. He didn't want to take the chance of disappointing the younger boy, nor did he want to make him angry and start a fight.

He couldn't exactly ask any of his other family members for help, either. He could just imagine the responses he would get by saying 'Hey, I need some help deciding where to take Damian on a date. Yeah I know we're legally brothers but I've only known Damian for ten years of my life and I've never once really thought of him as my brother also we're Soul Mates so all the legal stuff will be fixed later.'

Besides that being an awkward mouthful, Jason would probably laugh at him, Steph would be too surprised to give a proper response, and Cass would just be confused.

Dick would undoubtedly try his best, but then he'd probably bug them about it for the next month and Tim wasn't quite ready for that.

Alfred was a no go since the man would probably just end up lecturing him on not discussing the situation with him sooner and Bruce… Was Bruce. Tim couldn't talk to him for obvious reasons.

The best person to talk to would probably be Barbara, but she was out of town still and in a completely different time zone.

Left with very few options, Tim's mind continued to turn until he came to his final option: he was going to have to consult Rowan. She had even less experience then he did, but she had a way of simplifying Damian's complication that he hadn't quite grasped.

He pulled out his phone and ran a hand through his hair as he called his girlfriend in order to figure out how to date his boyfriend. To be honest, after the previous night he wasn't even sure if she'd pick up the phone.

'I am so screwed.'

He knew he was even more screwed when on the third ring, he was greeted to mixed laughter and a significantly higher pitched voice then he was used to hearing from his soft spoken girlfriend.

"Uh, Rowan?"

The voice on the other end laughed harder and he nearly hung up and tried to check the number before she replied.

"Nope, this is her sister speaking. What's up, Tim Cat?"

Tim felt immediate aversion to someone else calling him by that name and ended up spluttering.

"Excuse me?"

There was the sound of scuffling on the other end and a sharp squeak that he recognized before rowan greeted him, sounding slightly out of breath.

"Hello? Oh my gosh I'm so sorry."

Tim stared at his wall, still knocked a little bit off of his game but quickly regaining balance.

"Who was that?"

Tim heard more background chatter for a few moments before getting a reply.

"That was my sister Liz. She read your name off of my phone…"

Tim didn't know whether to be charmed or embarrassed.

"You have me in your phone under Tim Cat?"

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Forget her sisters killing her; she was going to kill them first.

It turned out that Liz had set up a joint appointment for her and Catherine to get fitted for their outfits. Rowan had been expecting a dress, but instead was faced with a suit… Sort of.

Currently Rowan was wearing a pastel purple shorts and blazer set that was slightly too small as she glared at her sisters.

Both Liz and Aiko had a thing for bright colors. While Aiko was strictly neons, however, Liz had a thing for pastels too. Liz had once lectured Rowan on why pastels were the perfect day time colors as opposed to neons, which where, according to her, 'Great for looking hot and making the night your bitch.'

As a result Liz had decided that the theme for her wedding was going to be pastels, and had arranged her wedding accordingly. Liz's dress was, of course, white but the skirt was layered with pastel pink, blue, purple, and green. She'd matched her bridesmaids to the colors in her dress, with each one being a different color.

Apparently all of Liz's bridesmaids had the same short suit that Rowan was currently wearing, while Catherine was a little different. Rowan's color was purple, while Catherine was a rainbow to set her apart as the maid of honor. Aiko had bridesmaids too, but Rowan wasn't quite sure what they looked like. She was sure she was going to see neon somewhere, though. Elizabeth and Aiko had a pretty chill relationship, but Aiko could be assertive when she put her mind to it.

Rowan had only met Aiko in person once, but whenever Liz skyped the Japanese girl was usually in the room somewhere and they talked a little. While Liz was an explosion of color, sound, and movement, Aiko was a bit more reserved.

But only a bit.

She was a DJ like Liz, which was how they'd met. After making her mark in the US, Liz had gone overseas and come back with a Soul Mate who matched her in skill but knew how to be quite when necessary. All in all the two girls were very similar, and made a cute couple.

If Liz kept grinning at her in miming crude gestures, though, Aiko was going to lose a fiancé.

"Don't worry about your name in my phone," she finally told Tim as she pushed passed her sisters and an amused tailor in order to walk into the next room for some privacy.

"But Rowan. People are going to see it!"

She leaned against a window far away from the entrance to the room her sisters were in and sighed.

"No one's gonna see it."

"Your sister saw it."

He had a point there, but she didn't spend a lot of time in their presence anyway so he had nothing to worry about.

"That's only because she was closer to my pants."

The shop they were in had a fountain outside, and the light glinting off of the water was pretty enough to catch her eye as she gazed out at it.

"Rowan?"

She kind of wanted to go outside and stick her hands in it.

"Why are you not wearing pants?"

He sounded slightly offended and she felt like flicking him.

"My sister's getting married and I'm getting fitted for my bridesmaid outfit."

"Oh! That's great Rowan, tell her I said congratulations. I forgot you were going out with them today."

'I did too.'

She winced at the thought.

'We will not think of pretty, shirtless boys. Say it with me brain!'

In response, she was only supplied with images of glistening skin and naughty smirks.

"Uh," she coughed and hit the side of her face lightly to try and dispel the images," I will. So what was it that you needed?"

There was a long silence. So long, in fact, that she ended up asking after him again.

"Tim?"

He cleared his throat on the other end, and she could have sworn she heard his voice crack.

'This absolute nerd…'

"Soooo…"

She rolled her eyes and kind of wished she was here so she could smack him on the arm.

"So?"

"I need a favor…"

"And this favor would be?" she pressed, trying to let him know that they were getting nowhere, very fast.

"I need to know…"

She swore if he dragged one more sentence on she was just going to assume he wanted another gallon of chocolate ice cream and hang up. He'd done that once, and watching him eat it had been a religious experience.

"…if you have any ideas about where to take Damian on a date?"

Her eyebrows hit her hairline and her vision actually unfocused for a second.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Look I want to take Damian on a date, okay?"

Rowan was seriously at a loss for words. He was calling her of all people for dating advice? Had hell frozen over?

"Uh… I mean… Sure? I'm not quite sure what you expect from me here. I mean I've only ever been on one date…" her voice lost its strength towards the end, and she winced at how sad she sounded.

She actually did kind of want to help… She just didn't know how.

"I know Ro, I just need someone to bounce some ideas off of."

Drawing her hand down her face, Rowan huffed.

"Allright. Okay. So."

She really didn't know where to go with this.

"So?" Tim prompted.

"Ergh. Okay how about this: where did you guys go on your last date?"

She hopped to get an idea for that, but after another akward silence, Rowan realized something.

"You guys… You never…?"

She just knew Tim had to be embarrassed by this, and if he wasn't, she was for him. She was almost sure they were screwing each other senseless and they hadn't even been on a date?

"To be fair, we do live together."

Rowan could have slapped him at that moment. She really could have done with one good, hard hit across both of their faces actually. It wouldn't actually hurt them, but it would relieve some of her frustration.

'My Soul Mates are emotionally stunted idiots.'

"Okay, so to be honest just go for a walk or take him to the zoo or something."

At this point she was saying things she'd done with Damian, but she figured Tim was smart enough to make it romantic somehow.

There was no hope for him if he wasn't.

"Doesn't Damian go to the Zoo about fifteen times a week anyway?"

"Yeah, but has he ever gone with you?"

She could hear the revealation in Tim's voice.

"Oh."

Really, even she wasn't this bad. The only explination she had was sad, terryfing, and awe inspiring all at once.

"Tim? When was the last time you went to sleep?"

The young man on the other lined hummed slightly in thoughts.

"What's today?"

'That's not a bad sign at all.'

"It's Sunday."

"Oh. Then Tuesday I guess."

Even she didn't stay up like that.

"Tim!"

"It's not a big deal Rowan, you know I've stayed up for longer."

She was beside herself at this point. It was no wonder he'd called her for dating advice, he was delirious.

"I am going to hang up, you are going to go to sleep, and if I find out you didn't I am telling Alfred."

And with the threat left hanging in the air, Rowan hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh. Her boys were hopeless.

Absolutely, positively hopeless and at this point she feared for the world if this was what all of the heroes were like behind the spandex. Take down an alien empire? No sweat. Take your damn boyfriend on a date? Holy shit the world was ending guys I guess there's no helping it.

"Fucking hopeless…" she murmured.

She adored them anyway, and somehow found herself pulling up a picture of them she'd taken a while ago. It was after a particularly bad argument, and Damian had his forearm up against Tim's throat as Tim tried to knee him in the stomach. Their gazes were locked, and despite everything the fire there was more passion than anything else.

'Ridiculous…'

"What's hopeless?" a voice intoned from just behind her.

Eyes going wide, Rowan's head jerked and she immediately shoved her phone up her shirt. Spinning around, she caught sight of Elizabeth grinning widely while Catherine leaned over her shoulder with an identical grin.

She scowled at them, and slowly pulled her phone from its place.

"…You two heard the entire conversation didn't you?"

Their grins got wider and she legitimately contemplated jumping out of the window. That fountain was looking more and more inviting.

"That depends; where you ever going to tell us that you were actually dating both of them?" Catherine asked, avoiding Rowan's question entirely.

Now thoroughly confused, Rowan covertly closed her photo album app and moved towards her sisters.

"I… Thought you guys already knew?"

They'd been teasing her about it for months, so she'd just assumed that they'd figured it out on their own.

Liz gave a particularly aggressive 'pop' of her gum and tossed her hair.

"Hardley! You've been fucking around with those boys for years. If we went by that alone I would say you three have been dating for two years, at the least."

Rin nodded in agreement, and Rowan brought her hand up to her face and groaned.

Her sisters took that as their cue to box her in and throw an arm over her shoulders. Catherine had her left, while Elizabeth had her right and the twins grasped each other's shoulders as the pushed her forward.

"Aww," Liz started," don't be embarrassed, Macaroni. I for one, think it's cute!"

That only made it worse, and Rowan refused to look at anyone as she was ushered back into the fitting room. Her sister's handed her off to an amused tailor, and Rowan continued to stare into space as her sisters chattered behind her.

Catherine was already done, so they just had to get Rowan's adjustments before they could leave. For the most part everything fit, but the jacket was a little small and the sleeveless button down was pulling tight across her bust. It was actually so bad that her Soul Mark could be seen peeking from between the buttons.

For a moment, her sisters left her alone, and she was almost able to relax.

Then they came at her full force.

"Soooo…. What do your marks look like?"

Rowan choked on air and held back a squeak when a rather pointy pin jabbed her in the side. She caught the scandalized gaze of the tailor and tried to convey her apology for her sister nonverbally.

The tailor looked to be in her mid nineties, and Rowan knew that in the older generations it was considered in bad taste to ask after another's Marks. They were meant to be very personal, but nowadays people were more liberal with them.

Rowan wished she'd been born in a time where you could still sock someone for asking about your Marks.

"Liz…" she warned, looking to Catherine to back her up.

Catherine was always the more level headed of the two, but apparently she'd chosen the day to let her hair down and simply raised her eyebrow in return.

"Come on, Macaroni," Catherine pushed," you've seen ours."

Catherine had the words 'Thank God, I thought I was gonna have to learn how to fake an orgasm for the rest of my life' tinted a shining gold, while Elizabeth's was actually the words 'You really know how to get the crowd going,' underlined with neon orange sound wavelengths.

Catherine hadn't met her Soul Mate yet, but Elizabeth, of course, had. According to the purple haired DJ, Aiko's mark read 'Bring that cute ass over my way and I'll show you how I well I can get you going.'

After hearing that particular story from her sister, Rowan had come to the conclusion that Elizabeth would never be prouder of anything more so than the words on her Soul Mates skin.

Face screwing up; Rowan decided that the only way to keep her sisters from bothering the hell out of her was to give in.

"Fine, I'll show you when I change back into my clothes…" she grumbled.

She heard the distinctive sound of a high five, and hopped that her sisters would shut up before the tailor became to scandalized and kicked them out.

"Twenty bucks says it's they're on her ass," Rin said mildly.

"One on each cheek?" Liz asked.

There was no sound, but Rowan figured Rin was nodding. Liz's next word confirmed it.

"Deal!"

Rowan could only pray that they wouldn't make a big deal over the fact that her words were not, in face on her ass. One mark was actually just under her boobs, while the other was pretty much right above her vagina.

The knowledge made her body still and she stared into the distance with one thought.

'This… Is probably actually going to turn out worse.'

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