"You okay?" Dick asked running his slender fingers through the older's hair.

"I promised myself that I would do this last night, but I got a little...sidetracked. The thing is, Bruce has every right to want to keep you away from me. Listen, Richard, I'm not who you think I am. There's something I ned to tell you."

Dick sat up, wrapping the bad covers around himself. "What...what is it?"

Dylan sighed, wrapping his arms around Dick. "You remember when we first met at Gotham Academy? You introduced me to Bruce and when you invited me home he almost had a heartattack..."

"Yeah," Dick giggled. "I remember."

The two laughed at the memory, but soon, Dylan's face grew dark.

"He never told you why he kicked me out that day. You were probably too young to understand how upset he was. But I knew. Listen, I'm the product of an experiment by the Joker."

Dick's heart nearly stopped. He frowned, wondering if he'd heard wrong. "Come again?"

"When I was in my mother's womb," the older teen began "they told my mother that I would be born health and strong and everything else that a baby would be. About a week later they ran some tests and did an ultrasound. The doctor looked at my parents and..."

"Dylan?" Dick asked, moving closer to him. "Are you..."

"Yeah. I'm Fine. Anyway, they told them that my heart wasn't beating. I was supposed to be still-born."

"What happened?"

"My father went to a man who said that he could help. When my mom was asleep he injected something into her, then the next morning he gave her a pill and some type of drink. When they went to the hospital the next week, she told the nurses that she felt me kick. They did another ultrasound and found that I was alive."

He paused for a moment and took a long breath.

"Long story short, after birth, the Joker killed my mom and raised me as his lab-rat until I was twelve. He blackmailed my dad into doing certain jobs for him, things that he knew would catch the attention of law enforcement. He wanted to make sure that if I ever escaped, my life would be a living hell."

He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a long sigh. "I have this thing where I can attract people to me. It's a good tool for The Joker when he needs other test subjects. He can play around with them and mess with theirs heads. He basically wants to be the Orochimaru of Gotham City."

"Orochu-who?" Dick asked, tilting his head.

"Nevermind."

Dick kissed his cheek lightly. He didn't care about any of that. He just cared about having his Dylan; His Dylan.

"I love you baby," He whispered before bringing his lips to the older's.

Dick was so filled with lust that he couldn't think straight. He straddled Dylan's waist, and started kissing him all over whispering "Again. Do me again."

"Dick, wait, we can't," Dylan protested.

"Fuck me Dylan!" He moaned, grindind against the older teen's hardening erection firmly. "I can't take it. I want you now!"

"Okay," Dylan wispered, kissing the raven-haired boy's neck. "Alright baby."

I'm really sorry fo the lenght of the stories. I have to write most of this in secret (or else the plot demons will still my ideas xD) so I write it on my DSI (XL, cuz i'm a boss). I try to finish my stories asap so that i don't upset any of my readers, but I hope this one makes up for the previous chapter ^_^

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~Miyuki