A/N: Hi, everyone. It has been awhile. I think it's been almost a year since I posted anything. A lot and a little has been going on: my constant battle with depression, me not doing well on my job,being stressed out because of the job, me quitting my job and moving back home at the age of 30. It has been a lot. And while I was busy trying to fix my life, I gave up all the things that I love doing,such as reading, writing, and learning how to skateboard and cook. But I'm trying to get back into the groove of things with writing and reading.

I said all of that to let you know, if you are having a hard time with life, you are not alone. Try to keep your head up and make it through. And if you need a break and can take one, take it and pick yourself up and try again the next day.

Anyways, I hope that you enjoy my new story.

Chapter 1

"Kori?" Timothy Drake asked, playing with the food on his plate. He didn't have an appetite, but Alfred had threatened him if he didn't eat tonight's dinner, a blood-soaked, roast chicken.

"No, she has her duties to her fairies. We would be dead weight to her if she agrees." Richard Grayson said, before taking a bite out of his pizza topped with liver. The food felt good on his stomach and comforted him.

"I think that is for her to decide, or are you scared that she might say yes?" Jason Todd said, engulfing his food. He had no problem eating dinner. Growing up in a poor family, both financially and emotionally, food was his best friend when it was there.

"I'm not, but this curse will affect more than just us. We have to think about the future generations, and how that will affect her and her kingdom."

"That's a valid point. After all, some of us are not lucky to have escaped from the curse." His eyes drifted to Tim.

"What! I'm, at least, attempting to help," Tim said. "It's not my fault that I answered 'no.'"

"Sorry, that we all weren't born rich and didn't think that we were Bruce's heirs."

"Can't we not?" Dick asked before Tim could reply. "We're trying to think of a solution here.."

"What about Artemis?" Duke Thomas asked, consuming his soup. He was still recovering, and plasma soup was all that he could eat. And to be honest, he didn't think that he deserved to eat that.

"No," Jason said.

"Scared?" Dick teased.

"Heck yeah. How do you think that conversation will go over with any Amazonian."

"Point taken."

"Rose?" Tim asked.

"No," Dick and Jason said.

"Well, at least, you two have similar types." Duke said, causing Dick and Jason to look at one another with disgust.

"We don't," they said.

"Strong, intelligent, courageous, and preferably a red-hair. Sounds like your types are similar to me," Tim said.

"They're not," they said.

"Speaking of red-hairs—"

"Let's not go there, Tim," Jason warned.

"You know she will probably be upset, but she will say 'yes' in the end. Besides, falling in love with a Batgirl at least once in their lifetime is a Robin tradition."

The room went quiet at the statement. Each ex-Robin lost in the memory of the moment that they first realized that they had fallen in love with a Batgirl.

"That isn't true, Master Tim," Alfred said, cutting his steaks into tiny cubes while everyone glanced his way. "Master Damian has never once fallen in love with a Batgirl or a member of this well-established family. His taste is similar to his father. Perhaps, much darker than Master Bruce."

The table fell quiet yet again at the mention of the deceased name. His funeral was three days ago, and this was the first time that members of the family were alone in the house. The previous nights had been filled with league members and anti-heroes, who came to give their condolences or inquiry about a case that Batman had been helping them with. Those were the guests that came through the Batcave entrance. The ones that came through the front door were shareholders and business personnel that were associated with Wayne Enterprises, as well as civilian ex-girlfriends.

Soon, the silence at the table was broken by the sobs coming from Duke.

"I'm sorry," he said, covering his eyes with one of his hands. "Im so sorry."

"There, there." Alfred said, taking a handkerchief out of his pocket. "It isn't your fault, Master Duke." He touched the young vampire's shoulder as he tried to hand him the handkerchief.

Duke shook his head with his hands still covering his face. "Bruce…Bruce should be here."

"Master Duke, what happened was…a very unfortunate accident. Master Bruce wouldn't want you to be affected by this death, not like this."

"I—" He fell out of his chair onto his knees, causing the others to race to his side, as his hands slid to cover his mouth.

"Fight it, Duke," said Dick. "Fight it." He kneeled down beside Duke.

"Duke, remember, mind over matter."

"Tim, please come up with better words of encouragement instead of that outdated phrase."

"Well, how about you actually give some words of encouragement, Jason."

"Ok. Kill the monster inside of you, Duke. Butcher it."

Agonizing cries escaped from Duke's hand as tears streamed down his eyes.

"Wow! You just had to go and describe Bruce's death."

"Master Tim, Master Jason, please!" Alfred finished as two wings covered in blood appeared from Duke's back.

"Let's get him to the cave." Dick said to Alfred. They helped Duke stand up and led him down to the cave in a blink of an eye.

"What are we going to do?" Tim asked as they stared at the doorway.

"Kick anyone's butt who dares try to take Duke away. Bruce risked his life for the kid and so will we," said Todd.

"That's a given. But what are we going to do about finding a wife for the three of you all to share?"

Todd signed, letting his head fall backward before returning back to its normal position. "We can ask the Faeries."

"Are you trying to curse yourself even further?"

Todd rubbed his face. "No but what else do you want us to do?"

"Barbara—"

"Deserve better than us. I mean, maybe if it was Dick, you and me. But Damian. Who deserves to be with that numskull and the two of us for eternity?"

"One lucky person?"

"If you think so, why don't you become our mate? That way we can keep it all in the family." Jason teased.

"I'm bi, not unrefined. I have standards, and none of you all meet the minimum requirements for me to look at you."

"Dang, not even Dick and his tight butt could make the cut."

Tim hit him upside his head. "Be serious."

"I am but this is too much… at this moment." Jason said, rubbing his head. "You know it might be easier to kill Damian and find someone to enter into a throuple with Dick and I."

Tim was silent for a moment before saying, "I hate to admit this, but you are right. However, we can't just kill Damian."

"Can't we?"

They stared at each other.

Damian was hungry.

Hungry for blood, but not the kind that you drink.

"Damian," a voice chuckled from the million pieces of shards scattered across the room. The shards mingled with the broken furniture, shredded sheets and paintings, and other disarray items around the room.

The room was as he was: filthy. He hadn't bathed for three days. In fact, he still wore the same attire from the funeral.

His personal hygiene wasn't a concern to him. He needed all of his time, energy, and thought to find a solution to his problem before the others discovered his three-year secret instead of bathing and eating.

Yet there was a presence inside of his room that distracted and taunted him.

"Damian." The voice called again as the shards flew across the room from their hiding place to form a mirror, the shards original form, in front of him.

"Why are you so angry with me?" The voice asked as an image of a man that had been long deceased appeared. "Had I not given you what you wanted? A chance to reclaim your wife?"

Damian growled and balled up his fists. "I didn't ask for my wife to be shared amongst my family members!"

The voice chuckled again. "Well, you should have refused the offer to be an heir to the Wayne Legacy, as the Drake child did."

Damian's canines elongated and his nails grew, piercing the palm of his hands.

He had been but an arrogant child when the man first appeared in his dream and asked him if he, Damian Wayne Al Ghul, wanted to be the heir to the Wayne Legacy.

And, naturally, Damian had said yes. It was his to begin with. But who knew that years before him, two adopted sons of his father answered the same question with a "yes" and who knew that years later, they would be in this predicament.

"You tricked us."

The figure in the mirror clicked his tongue. "Just because you lack the information then that you know now, doesn't mean that I tricked you. I simply played my role as the Wayne ancestor and asked you one simple question, which you replied yes to. It was my descendants who were supposed to explain my visit to each male child, born or adopted, before I visited them."

"Alfred said neither he nor father knew of this curse."

"It isn't a curse. It's a contingency plan that I established a long time ago with a kind enchantress. It was to prevent my second group of children and their children from ever killing each other over worldly possessions ever again."

"By making them share a wife."

"Correct."

"It's a ridiculous plan."

"Maybe to you but not to me. For me, the plan, so far, has achieved what I wanted. Not once, since my time, had an heir in this family had to watch their sons kill their brothers and nephews over money, status, jealousy, and power. Not one father had to deal with the pain that I had suffered."

"We aren't like your children."

The ancestor sighed. "I know. You and your brother—."

"Adopted brothers."

" — are similar to my brothers and I. You all have shown that by all offering to throw away your portion of your father's legacy and inheritance. However, who knows if your descendants will be that way."

"It will be simpler to have one heir then."

The ancestor chuckled. "The thoughts of one of my descendants were the same as yours. He asked the kind enchantress to cast a spell on the Waynes's wives so that from each generation, the wife would bear only one male child from her womb. Hence, the reason why each generation only has one child, and why knowledge of my visits started to fade away,"

Damian scoffed. "He was an idiot. What would have happened if the child would have died, then the Wayne bloodline would have ended."

"No, he was a very intelligent man. He thought of that and had several stipulations added to his request. One even included for bastard children, like yourself." He ignored Damian growling and continued, "Although, he didn't count for adopted children. Nevertheless, he was simply a man who hated sharing his childhood sweetheart with his seven brothers."

Damian's heart froze. He couldn't imagine sharing his beloved with two of his brothers, but seven. He would have murdered them all in his sleep.

"He tried but I stopped him," the ancestor said after reading Damian's thoughts. "As part of my spell that I had the enchantress cast, I can communicate with my descendants and if I desire to, I can control their actions, within reason."

Damian's eyes narrowed.

The ancestor chuckled. "Don't worry I haven't done so yet. My words of persuasion have always been enough."

"Not this time."

"If you kill them, I will kill your wife as retribution."

Damian punched the mirror, shattering it. "I would like to see you try."

"No you wouldn't Damian." The ancestor said as the mirror reformed. "Because I will succeed. From the moment you bit her, she became connected to me. That is how I'm able to help you keep your wife bonded to you. "

"I didn't ask for your help!"

"That's correct; you didn't. That is correct. But I know your thoughts and your love for her. I feel it as my own. However, I also know hers. She planned to disappear from your life completely once the mark is gone, but you already knew this information."

He is why he had been happy that their mating mark had never faded over time. He had made plans to win her heart and alleviate her fear properly. But now, he had to share her. He couldn't do that. He couldn't even tell her that she had to be shared.

"Sharing isn't bad. It could be worse. I can make it worse."