Mistake chapter 3

I just wanted to clear up that I made Tim 15 and Damian 12. I think I will make Dick 21. I sorta want him to get drunk in one of the chapters like when he finds out about Tim and Damian.

The next morning Damian had awoken with a sore back but he no longer had the org to limp. He came down stairs, noticing that the air smelled like pancakes. After the night he had, breakfast sounded amazing. Once he started to move faster down the stairs pain shot through his spin causing him to almost trip down the stairs. He let out a grunt but continued slowly.

Once in the kitchen he noticed that Dick was already eating. He looked at the table which had an assortment of eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, and different kinds of pancakes. He sat down at the table on the opposite side of Dick and took a plate full of all of the different food and strawberry pancakes. He looked up at his older brother and noticed him starring suspiciously at him.

"What," Damian asked in a disgruntled manner. Noticing a picture of lemonad and pored himself a glass.

"It's just that you seem a bit, I don't know, off this morning. Is something the matter?" Dick asked, curiously.

"No, now I am trying to eat. I am starving and I would rather use my mouth for eating and not talking." Damian stated and took a rather large bite of his pancake.

Dick decided not to press Damian for answers and decided to ask Tim if he new later. He then wondered where Tim could be. Tim was usually up even before he was. "Damian, do you know where Tim is. Shouldn't he be up by now?"

Damian slammed the glass on to the table and looked up at Dick with an icy stare. "No Dick, I do not know where he is." He looked back down to his food and began to eat at a fast pass.

"Well I thought you might know since Alfred saw you come in with him last night." At that Damian began to choke on the large amount of food that was in his mouth till he was finally able to swallow it. He noticed that Dick was giving him a worried look.

Ignoring the question Damian said, "Why is it that you are so worried about him? I am sure he is able to take care of himself."

Dick let out a sigh, "I am just worried because of last night. I told you last night about the sex pollen. I am not sure how much he took in. Different amounts cause different effects."

"Well he is probably just sleeping it off." Damian said and got up from the table rather fast causing him to wince from the pain that did not go unnoticed by Dick.

"Damian is everything-"

"Yes everything is fine. I am going to watch some TV. Don't bug me." He said cutting Dick of and went to leave the kitchen but just as he was opening the door he ran into Tim, literally and fell on his butt screaming profanities all the way down. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Tim looked wide eyed at Damian, "Holy shit Damian, I didn't see you. I am really sorry are you okay? Fuck things just keep getting worse." Tim then noticed that Dick was in the room and mentally kicked himself for the last sentence.

Dick finally finishing his plate got up and went to go help Damian who pushed him away and quickly left the room despite the pain it gave him, neither of them noticing the blush coming to Damian's face. Dick looked to Tim. "What keeps getting worse and what's wrong with Damian. Actually just tell me what is going on."

"Man, Alfred makes the best pancakes." Tim said. He jumped when Dick slammed his fist on the table.

"This isn't a joke, Tim. Fine if you don't want to tell me then don't but I do need to know where you ran off to last night doped up on sex pollen." Dick said.

"I didn't go anywhere last night." Tim said too fast for Dick to think it was the truth. Dick narrowed his eyes as he studied his adopted younger brother. He was now certain that he was hiding something important. He knew that Tim was not a bad liar, in fact he was pretty good at it. But when he started chocking up about things then Dick was positive that something was going on.

"What are you hiding? Does it have something to do with the pollen and why is Damian madder than usual." Dick asked, getting aggravated at his brother's silence. He thought that Tim had more trust in him, so why couldn't he tell him what was going on.

"Listen, Dick, I really wish I could tell you but I can't." Tim said slowly, not sure how he should say what he wanted to say that didn't involve him spilling his guts to Dick. "It's just not something I really want to say. At least not yet anyway. I have to figure it out first, okay."

Dick let out a frustrated breath but said nothing and the two began to eat again in silence.

With Damian

That stupid idiot, why does he have to bother him where ever he goes. All he wanted to do was eat in silence but then Dick had to bring up the night before. Sure he didn't know what happened but he still, he had to bring it up. Then he started to get worried for Tim because he wasn't up at his usual time. What should he care what time Tim gets up. Plus that idiot had to bump into him and cause him to fall on his sore ass but what does he care. Not at all, that's how much.

And what was up with his flushed cheeks. It just wouldn't go away. Ever since he had seen Tim this morning. He even ran cold water over his face but it still wouldn't go away. It was probably just the things that happened the night before. Yes, that was it was. He was just flustered from having Tim violate him and touch him from the night before. The way his hands would caress his back and stomach. He wasn't really trying to hurt him he just could help it and he was a bit gentle.

No, why the hell was he thinking like that. He may have been gentle at first but he got worse at the end. But it did feel good, he couldn't deny that. Oh great, that damn blush was back. Couldn't it just leave him alone for five minutes or for the rest of his life. He really needed to stop thinking like that. But the way-NO. He would not think about that. He would forget it just like he and Tim had agreed to.

This was all his fault. Why did he have to rape him and make it feel good at the same time. He was definitely not bringing this up ever again. God, it just felt so good. The way Tim would hit that bundle of nervous just right.

Damian could feel his pants getting tighter as he continued to think about the night before. How the hell could he be getting hard by thinking about that. There was no way. It was probably just from the thought of sex and nothing more, he was a practically a teenager. Of course it was only natural for a boy going through puberty to get this way while thinking about sex. It was definitely had nothing to do with Tim.

Damian let out a groan as his pants were becoming unbearably tight. That's it, he was taking a cold shower, now. He quickly got up and headed for the bathroom despite the ach in his back.

Back to Dick and Tim

It had been a good ten minutes that they had been sitting there eating. Tim felt he wanted to ask something but couldn't find the words and he also felt like his legs couldn't move as he could practically feel the gaze that kept on shifting to him. He felt like he should at least tell him something. Dick had always been there for him and felt he deserved an answer, whether it was a lie or not. So he took a deep breath and began to talk.

"Dick, I really don't remember anything that happened." He paused to take another deep breath and then continued, "What I do remember is that Damian had found me and I had attacked him and I beat him up pretty badly but I came to my was able to stop myself before I hurt him more and that is why I said what I did earlier."

Dick remained quiet for a few seconds. Tim began to panic in his mind thinking that Dick didn't believe him but then he finally spoke, "I guess that does make sense. Usually people who use sex pollen in high doses don't usually remember things after wards."

Tim was practically cheering on the inside that his brilliant lie actually worked, "Yup, I must have been really high on that stuff."

"It also doesn't make it all dandy to not remember what happened. It is sex pollen, who knows, someone may go to the police and say that Red Robin had raped them. Trust me, it is not a good thing, Tim." Dick said in a serious voice. Dick had finally finished his breakfast and was putting his plate in the sink, "Don't think this conversation is over. I will talk to Damian. He doesn't like to get beaten in fights, especially by you."

"No," Tim blurted out before he could stop himself but then continued, "I will talk to him. I think it would be better if I talk to him."

He finished up the rest of his pancakes as Dick shrugged. Before he left he turned around and laughed, "You shouldn't beat yourself up about hurting Damian. It is sometimes too hotheaded and needs his ass beaten."

At the last statement Tim began to chock on the pancakes he had eaten too fast. He had definitely done some beating to Damian's ass. Just not all that much with his fist and more with his-.

"If you're going to talk to him, I suggest you what till he cools down a bit." Dick then proceeded to leave the kitchen. Tim groaned at how terrible he realized he had felt all because of his talk with Dick. His forehead then connected with the table.

Finished

I am really sorry how late this is. You see I don't have a home computer so I either have to go to my mom's business and use her computer there or go to the library and I usually have to walk and it is like a hundred degrees outside so it is very little that I go to the library. Anyway I hope you like it.