Damian was in his room mindlessly drawing in his SketchBook when the omega smelt someone outside his door .
He could tell by the scent that it was Timothy Drake .
Damian clicked his tongue before answering the nonexistent nock .
"What do you want Drake ?"
Tim retracted his fist from the door at Damian's question and cleared his throat .
"I just wanted to tell you, Bruce left ." The alpha got no response . "You really should have come down to see him off . I mean he's going to be off world for a month ."
"I don't need your criticism Drake . Leave me alone ." Damian scowled at Tim through the door .
"Moody brat ." Tim mumbled under his breath as he left for his room .
Once Damian heard his brother's bedroom door shut he turned back to his sketch and sighed .
Damnit what's wrong with me ? He asked looking at the Tim Drake sketches he had accidentally drawn .
Granted homosexual couples are more common then not in this world but as much as the ex assassin hate to admit it Tim is still his brother and he finds these emotions to be taboo .
He's had feelings for Tim since the very beginning, from the moment Tim's scent hit Damian's nose .
Tim's scent was comforting, calming, it made Damian feel at peace .
He wanted Tim to hold him, kiss him, touch him, take him and make him his .
Damian wanted him to feel the same .
Wanted Tim to love him back, to want him, to need him .
He wanted so much but could never have it .