Mistake chapter 4

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2 YEARS AGO

"Father, I don't see why this trash should get to stay here." Damian asked.

The older man turned to his son. He was tall with dark blue eyes and raven black hair. A sigh escaped his lips at the boys childishness. He knew how selfish his son was but he also knew that this was the way he was raised since birth by his deranged mother.

"Damian, he is staying here because just like you he is also my son." He told the boy.

Just then the person of topic came in, "Yeah, Damian, listen to Bruce. I am, by adoption, considered a part of this family."

Bruce glared at the older boy, "You're not really helping much Tim."

"Sorry," he said as he sat down on the couch that Damian sat on.

Said boy immediately jumped to his feet, "I did not tell you that you could sit next to me let alone on the same couch."

The only response he received was the silent laugh that escaped Tim's lips.

Damian stomp to Bruce, "You see how he acts. He is a complete and utter child. I would rather live with Grayson."

"I doubt he would want to live with you." The teen mumbled on the couch.

He received a glare from the younger boy. Crossing his arms over his chest he turned back to Bruce, "I do not see why he can't just go somewhere else?"

"He can't go anywhere else because he is only 13. I am his legal guardian and I will not put him out." Bruce said.

"Fine," Damian said, then stomped out of the room.

For the umpteenth time that day, Bruce sighed. He knew that Damian did not like the other teen occupant of the house. Damian did not like the fact that he was being undermined by the former Robin every time they were in the same room. He would have to talk with Damian but every time that he tried to have a conversation, the boy would always get mad if it did not go his way.

"Don't worry Bruce. I am sure that he will get over it." Tim said.

"If he does, it won't be for a while. You know how he is, he will probably try to kill you before he gets over it." Bruce said, laughing at the thought of how he had tried to kill Tim when he had still been Robin.

"Hey, I take offence to that. I still have scars." Tim laughed, "As I said, don't worry about it. I'll go talk to him."

Before Bruce could protest, Tim had jumped to his feet and ran out the door, headed for the ten year olds room. As he made it to the door, he could hear Damian hitting his pillow as he usually did when he was angry. Before he could knock on the door an angry shout came from inside the room.

"Go away." Damian yelled. Tim hated when he did that. Could even give him a chance to knock on the door.

"How about no." he said turning the door knob, not surprised to find that it was locked.

"If you don't leave I will break your neck." The angry boy yelled.

"Ugh, you're so annoying." Tim said, kneeling down so that he could begin to pick the lock, "I am not leaving till we talk you annoying little brat."

Just as he was about to insert his lock pick the door opened. He looked up at Damian.

"Oh, hey kiddo." He said getting up, "Just dropped my, uh, contact lens."

"Don't talk to me." Damian said, taking the lock pick from the older boy. He was just about to shut the door again when Tim put his hand up.

"I don't think so. We will have this talk and you are going to listen and not yell." Tim pushed the door the rest of the way open despite the younger boy trying to push it closed. Once he was all the way in, he shut the door and locked it.

"I don't want to talk with you." Damian seethed.

"I don't care. Everyone is annoyed with you. Bruce, Alfred, me, and even Dick when he comes over. Even Jason can't stand you when we see him." Tim said.

"That is not true." He yelled.

Tim groaned, "Yes it is. Don't you wonder why Jason and Dick call you Little Demon. It isn't because your sweet as candy."

Damian turned away from Tim, crossing his arms, "Like I care. It's not like you do."

"That is something you don't seem to get. I do care about you. If you got your head out of your ass for five seconds you would see that." Tim put his hand on Damian's shoulder, turning him around, "If I didn't care I wouldn't even be here right now, having this talk."

Damian didn't say anything, turning his head to the side. Taking this as understanding, Tim hugged his brother who began to struggle out of his hold.

"Get off me, idiot." He yelled.

"No," he yelled just as loud as he tightened his hold, "I am showing you that I love you, my dear little brother."

"Don't call me that." Damian demanded.

"Only if you agree to be less infuriating." Tim replied, "Say it. Say you won't be so annoying."

With more struggling, Damian finally gave in, "Fine."

"Fine what. You have to say all of it." Tim persisted but then let go when Damian elbowed him in the side and crumbled to the ground.

"Never," Damian said and walked out of the room.

PRESENT

From that moment on, Damian had watched his adoptive brother. He would never say it but he had actually enjoyed the hug that Tim gave him. He had never heard someone say that they had loved him, not even his mother or father had said it. But when Tim had said it, he felt wanted by the older boy. In a way, he had looked up to him for it.

Whenever they were in the same room, he would always look at Tim always hoping in some way that he would look back and give him the smile that had been on his face that day. Sometimes he would other times he wouldn't. Damian had even stopped complaining to Bruce about him. Whenever he could, he would always stare at Tim. He could never understand why he had grown fascinated with the older boy. He couldn't even understand what it was that fascinated him.

When Tim was doped up on sex pollen and had done what he did, Damian finally understood what he was feeling. He loved Tim. Not just that brotherly love either but he was in love with Tim. He would, of course never say it to him but he finally understood what he was feeling. All of his instincts told him to forget what he was feeling but his mind and his body were telling him a different thing. He was craving Tim and he wanted more of that feeling, more of Tim.

Damian had made up his mind, he was going to have Tim. No one else but him. Of course he would need to come up with a plan but he was always good at making them. Tim and Dick had already left to go on patrol for the night. He couldn't wait any longer. He would just have to plan on the way out. He put on his Robin outfit and left via his window.

END

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