Chapter Two
The mansion stood dark and quiet. Two figures quietly crept through the backyard, making sure that they weren't heard by the any of the occupants inside.
"Stop acting like an idiot. I can carry you. It would be a lot easier and faster." One of the dark figures said.
The other figure made a disdainful noise and said, "Like hell I would ever want help from you, Drake. Don't get near me. Don't even touch me. Disgusting."
Tim could hear the hate that was emanating from Damian's voice with a slit hint of pain that was unsuccessfully hidden.
"Ugh. You're impossible, you know that, Damian?" Tim Drake exclaimed angrily.
They finally reached their destination, right below the second-story window, which lead to the hallway outside of Damian's room. "You're going to need my help in order to get through the window. Now come here." Tim ordered, agitation clear in his voice.
Damian, instead of getting assistance from the vigilante, walked past Tim and jumped against a tree, pushing off with his legs into a back flip before grabbing onto the window sill. He unlocked the window and maneuvered himself up onto the sill.
"I don't need your help Drake." He had a smirk on his face. He turned, about to step through the window, but pain shot throw him and he fell, tripping over his cape and landing with a thunk in the hallway.
Tim scrambled up the side of the house and through the window with concern all over his face. He looked down at the youngest Robin, who had a look of pain on his face and was rubbing his lower back.
"I really hate you Drake. Why don't you crawl into a hole and die." He winced as pain shot through his lower back again, "You better die slowly with a lot of pain."
Over Damian's rambling a small noise caught Tim's ear. His head shot to the end of the hallway. As the noise got closer he could make it out as footsteps, "We need to hide, someone is coming."
"It's really hard to move, you know, with all this pain. Oh, that's right, you're the one who did this to me in the first place!" Damian yelled. "Like hell I'm gonna-hmpf aug!" Tim had rushed to cover his younger brother's mouth.
Tim stared at him with all the intensity he could muster, "If you don't want Dick to find out, you might want to be quiet and hide somewhere." He removed his hand from Damian's mouth and grabbed his younger brother's hand to lead him to his room.
"Drake, if anyone finds out, I will make sure you end up in a ditch and no one will find you." Damian had made sure that no one would find out, especially not that insuferable excuse for a Batman, his adopted brother Dick.
FLASH BACK
"Y-You hurt me, Tim." Damian gasped out. "That h-hurt."
Red Robin went wide0eyed. "W-what do you mean. But I don't, I mean-Uh, what happened?" He had never been more confused and more scared in his whole life. He went to help Damian up but Robin just tried to crawl away. The pain in his back caused Damian to collapse before he could get very far. "Wait Damian, I'm trying to help. I-I swear, whatever I did, I didn't mean to!" It then clicked into Tim's mind what had happened. 'I didn't did I...I did. No no no. What do I do?'
Damian was still on the ground with a frightened expression on his face. His Robin suit was stained and ripped in several places. His face was coated in sweat and tears.
Damian snorted and wiped away the tears, "It sure looked like you meant it!" He yelled, with the obvious crack in his voice.
At his younger brother's statement, Tim backed up. Not knowing what to do, he began to think, not paying attention to any of the other foul language and threats his younger brother directed at him. 'This is not good. What do I do? What do I do? Man, I am in so screwed. What am I supposed to do if the little demon won't let me help him? How could I do this to him in the first place?' He looked back at Damian, who was still ranting on about killing him in his sleep. 'I might as well just kill myself since Dick will just…Wait, Dick!'
He quickly took his communicator out from his belt, "What are you doing?" Damian yelled, startling Tim.
"I'm going to call Dick. I'm sure he can help you, since you won't let me help. He'll know what to do...If he doesn't kill me first."
He looked at Damian and noticed the horror on his face, which was quickly replaced by anger. "If you call Grayson, I swear I WILL kill you. No one is ever finding out about this!" The younger boy slowly got up on shaky legs and held on to the side of the roof for support, the hate filled glare never leaving his face, "See, I'm fine! No one needs to know, and I don't care if I have to kill someone to keep that secret!"
Tim was completely dumb-struck at his brother's words, "B-but your hurt, and you obviously can't stand properly."
"I can too." Damian said defensively, struggling a bit with the pain as he stood on his feet.
"Prove it. Let go of the wall." Tim could see the hesitation on the younger boy's face but Damian reluctantly let go. Tim could easily see the shaking in Damian's body. Tim smiled slightly, knowing that Damian wouldn't be able to stay standing for very long, and that he'd be proven right. "Well now that you're up, I guess you can walk home by yourself."
A look of pure hatred was on Damian's face. Voicing his thoughts, he spat, "I really hate you now, more than anything." Not able to stand any longer, he fell on his butt and let out a yelp of pain.
"What do you want me to do, then? We can't just not tell Dick." Tim said, frustrated at his younger brother's pride. "What do you expect to do? Act like nothing ever happened?"
"Yes." The abrupt, collected answer from Damian surprised Tim. He stared at down him before Damian continued, "You and I will pretend that nothing happened. We will return to the manor and you won't bother me for the rest of your life."
By the time he had finished speaking Tim was gaping at him. He couldn't believe what his little brother was saying. Tim had just raped him and he was obviously in a lot of pain, and yet he wanted no help. He was impossible to deal with! Tim could feel his anger rising at the stubborn idiot that sat on the ground in front of him.
After a couple of silent minutes, Tim calmed down. "Fine, but when we get home, you're going to have to let me help you because you're not in the best shape to do things on your own." He checked his watch that was hidden under the glove of his Red Robin costume, "We need to be home before Dick. He usually gets back early on nights that he has Wayne Tech meetings. So we have about two hours."
Damian tried to get up again, but failed. Tim attempted to assist him again, but Damian snapped at him. "Just give me a few minutes, would you?" The stress of the situation in general was getting at the young Robin. But Damian also felt humiliated and angry for being forced into this pitiful state in the first place.
Tim sighed before sitting next to Damian. "We'll wait, instead." He decided, listening to Damian for once. "There's no rush, okay? Just...When it doesn't hurt as much anymore, we'll head back."
Damian regarded him with surprise before silently nodding and settling back down. He grimaced as his full wait settled in what should have been a comfortable position on the rooftop. Clearly something wasn't right, but he didn't want any of Tim's
After Damian felt able to move again, they headed to the manor. Every few minutes, Damian would fall or double over from the frequent and violent jolts of pain that ran through his lower body. Tim would attempt to help him, but Damian would swear and try to hit him. It wasn't long before Tim began to keep his distance from Damian, knowing that his presence was not wanted.
They began the slow journey back to the manor, taking back alleys and less-travelled streets to avoid any attention from the citizens of Gotham.
END OF FLASH BACK
So here they were now: in the hallway of Wayne manor with Damian sprawled on the ground. Tim grabbed Damian's arm and pulled him up, dragging him into the younger boy's room. He peeked out through the slightly ajar door, watching as Alfred passed by.
He let out a breath he hadn't noticed he had been holding. "I think we're safe. You need a bath and I'll go wash the Robin suit. Hopefully Alfred won't notice..."
Damian nodded in agreement before turning and walking into his bathroom, slamming the door shut in Tim's face. Tim frowned slightly, but didn't comment. Damian had every right to be mad at him.
Moments later, the door opened slightly, revealing a small arm shoving the Robin suit at him violently. No words were exchanged as Tim took the clothes.
He quickly left to put the stained clothes in the wash, along with his own Red Robin suit. Once that task was accomplished, he slipped down the hall in only his boxers, carefully avoiding open doorways before entering his own room. He slipped on a baggy t-shirt and a pair of old shorts before heading back to Damian's room to check on him.
When he opened the door, it appeared that Damian had finished his bath and had fallen asleep. Closing the door, he went to his own room and quickly fell asleep, his last thoughts being, 'What have I gotten myself into now?'
END OF CHAPTER