Whoa it's been a long time since another chapter. Sorry about that! But I finished all my exams, and it's nearly the holidays so I'll be updating a bit more regularly than before! I know I must've lost quite a few readers, and I'm very sorry!

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Weeks had flown by now, it was almost Christmas and it was as if the weather was trying to get the citizen of Gotham's attention, the wind howled in the night, the rain crushed onto the roofs of houses, snow filled up every gap on the streets and the temperature was way below zero.

Rose had finally been allowed to start school again, much to her dismay, but she still had her bandages on and a cast on her leg, apart from that she felt as right as rain.

It had just gone 7 am and Rose was tying up her hair in front of her mirror when she remembered she had forgotten to give Damian back his biology textbook, she had forgotten hers at school, "what a Rose thing to do," Daman had said and she rolled her eyes at the memory.

Rolling her school socks up she slipped her jumper on and tip toed over to the door of Damian's room, which was surprisingly open, his bedroom door was always closed, and now that Rose thought about it she hadn't ever been in there, she didn't think he let anyone in, apart from Alfred.

The door was open enough so that she could see some of his unmade bed and the light shone through the windows onto it, her hand rested on the door knob and she breathed out, "Damian?" she said softly, knocking on the door, after a moment she realised he wasn't in there and the sound of the shower reached her ears.

He was in the shower, without thinking about it twice she walked in and shut the door behind her; the bathroom door was on the right of the bedroom door. She'd just wait in there, no harm done. It's not as if he'd yell at her for being in there, after all she wasn't snooping, and Rose didn't think you could actually snoop into your boyfriend's room.

She looked around the room and laughed under her breath, she wouldn't have thought the room belonged to a teenage boy if it wasn't for the clothes on the floor and unmade bed; the posters on the wall were mostly worlds maps and there was a Periodic Table too.

Rose walked around the room, picking up papers from the ground here and there and putting them into piles on his large desk, she came to his bedside and picked up the photo there, it was of Damian, he looked much younger, Bruce was by his side and a blonde woman Rose didn't recognise on his left, her painted nails on his shoulder.

The three of them looked as if they were some sort of royalty, she suddenly felt a pang of insecurity hit her; Damian was the heir of Wayne Enterprises and, Rose assumed, the heir of the cowl, who was she? Just Rose. She realised Rose and her sister were the last of the Jacobs, if they got married, that would be it. Their family name would die out.

"Rose?"

She jumped and quickly turned around to face Damian with a sheepish look on her face, and soon she felt her cheeks heat up, he was standing there with only a towel low around his waist, too low around his waist, droplets of water were on his chest and dripped out of his hair, any civil thought left her mind and all she wanted to do was jump onto him and-

"You okay?"

She blinked and snapped out of her thoughts, blushing even darker. She licked her lips and nodded.

"Uh? Oh, yes, yeah, I'm fine, great."

Damian raised an eyebrow but she saw him holding back a smirk, he walked over to his cupboard to get his uniform out and Rose couldn't help but stare at how his arm muscles contracted and his shoulder blades too as he walked.

Rose let out a tight breath but quickly regained her posture when he turned around again to face her, "what were you looking at?"

For a moment Rose thought he meant that she was staring at his torso and her mouth opened slightly but nothing came out, then she realised he was talking about the picture in her hand and she stumbled to put it back on his bedside.

She shrugged, "nothing," her voice unusually high.

He scoffed and walked over to her, he was still half naked and Rose blushed as he picked up the picture and frowned at it.

"You look young there," she commented on it, peeking over his shoulder.

Damian nodded, "I was around ten."

He continued to look at it and Rose bit her lip, she couldn't stop herself from asking, "Who's the blonde women?" Her voice quiet, she didn't know whether he would answer her.

Damian sighed and put the photo down, "my mother."

Rose looked back at it, more carefully, and realised they did look alike, not in the way that he had the same features, but you could see her when you looked at him.

"Where is she now?"

He shrugged, "don't want to know."

Rose frowned at his answer and crossed her arms. He seemed to notice that she was waiting for him to continue and sent her a half smile, placing a warm hand on the side of her face and kissing her softly.

"Will you ever tell me about her?" She asked when they pulled apart, she wasn't about to get distracted with his kisses.

He breathed out deeply and leaned his forehead onto hers, closing his eyes.

"When you show me your scar. I will tell you then."

Rose looked into his eyes and nodded, that sounded fair enough for her. He pressed her up against the wall; both arms on either side of her, making impossible for her to move away, not that she would anyway. Rose only hoped that the towel around his waist was wrapped securely...

He dipped his head to her height and kissed her, Rose responded immediately, wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders tightly.

"Besides," he muttered against her lips, pulling back to kiss under her ear, "I am way too happy to think about her."

Rose couldn't stop the smile that spread on her face and he tucked a stray curl over her ear. Damian leaned his cheek against hers; she felt his breath tickle her ear lightly making her insides flutter violently.

"Rose I think I-

"Damian! Rose! You'll be late for school if you- HOLY CRAP BARBARA WHERE ARE THE CONDOMS?!"

Rose jumped at the loud voice and Damian turned sharply to face the intruder, an angry glare on his face.

"Grayson if you do not remove yourself from this floor before the time I count to ten you'll be very, very sorry for entering this manor."

He still had his arms on either side of Rose so she couldn't see Dick's face, but she didn't need to, she could hear the smirk on his face when he spoke next.

"Of course Little D. Sorry for...interrupting."

Damian's jaw clenched and Rose heard Dick's laughter fade down the stairs of the manor; she stifled a giggle and pecked his cheek before moving out under his arm and heading for the door.

"He's right; we'll be late for school."

Damian sighed and nodded, he looked rather fed up and Rose frowned, moving back towards him, school could wait.

"What's wrong?" She asked, placing a hand on his arm lightly.

"Nothing, its nothing. I'll see you in the car," he said and Rose crossed her arms.

"Fine."

...

The school day dragged on and on, and it seemed as if years had gone by when the last bell of the day went off. Rose shot out her seat and practically ran out the doors of the school, she really hated it. Ignoring the stares she got from others, she got into the black car and waited for Damian there.

When he finally came she smiled at him and kissed him once, the tension that Dick had left in the morning seemed to have disappeared and Rose was glad, he was his usual, snappy self.

It was a Friday, which meant that instead of heading back to the manor, they stopped off at St. Aidan's Orphanage first to pick up Colin, Friday night was the day they all hung out together, she enjoyed those times.

They reached the orphanage and Rose opened the door so Colin could come in. He slid into the car next to Rose and smiled at them both.

"Hello, you two."

Rose smiled back at him and Damian raised a hand to greet him.

The three of them talked about the week they had just been through, catching up on each other since the last time they'd seen each other, which was only a week, but a lot to them.

They finally reached the manor and filed out the car into the home, running up the stairs to Rose's room, where they usually hung out in.

But instead of getting comfortable on her bed as usual, Rose dropped her bag by the bed and run back to the door, confusing both the boys.

"Hey, where're you going?" Colin whined from her desk, a smile playing at his lips.

"I'll be back soon, I'm going down to the cemetery," she told them.

They both nodded in understanding and waved as she ran down the staircase, her shoes tapping softly on them and out the door, all the way down to where her father was buried. The cemetery was close; she got there in a few minutes.

Rose came to her father's grave often, and much more since coming back from Metropolis, she didn't do anything, or say anything, all she did was draw, sitting cross legged in front of him. It comforted her mind that he was there, maybe not actually physically, but she felt closer to him.

As she got comfortable there, she noticed movement in the corner of her eye. Usually, she was alone, this part of the cemetery rarely got a few visits a week, but there was some else, a few feet away from her, a man was standing in front of a grave.

She leaned backwards to see the writing on the tombstone and frowned, it was Jason Todd's grave. She knew who Jason was, but not much, he had died before she was born. Rose assumed that the person there must've been close to him, or the family. Nobody visits Jason's grave apart from Bruce, Dick and Barbara, Alfred sometimes too.

"Is there something you want?"

Rose jumped at the voice and turned back to her father's grave quickly, blushing slightly.

"I know you were looking. What do you want, Rose?"

Her head whipped round to face him. He was wearing jeans, a leather jacket which had just hands stuffed into the pockets and his hood was up, and she couldn't see his face properly.

"How do you know my name?"

"I know more about you than you think."

Rose frowned, feeling slightly confused and anxious by now.

"You didn't answer my question. Would you like for me to repeat it?"

She heard him chuckle under his breath, which only made Rose angry.

"Feisty, no wonder Damian likes you."

Rose sighed and started to get up and leave, this man was only annoying her now.

"There's no point in going to tell Bruce or Dick about me, I'll be long gone by then."

"I wasn't going to tell anyone anything," she snapped at him.

"Of course," he replied, Rose could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Who are you?" She asked, irritated.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Rose crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Try me."

"Alright fine," he breathed out and kicked the bit of ground by the grave, "I'm him."

The brunette rolled her eyes, "of course you are."

"Told you, you don't believe me."

"But Jason Todd is dead."

"Was."

Rose shook her head in confusion, "alright fine, tell me something only a member of the Wayne household would know."

"Bruce Wayne is Batman."

Rose's frown relaxed slightly and her eye's widened slowly.

"Damian Wayne is Robin."

Her mouth was wide open now, she couldn't believe it.

"And you know what it's like."

"Know what what's like?" Rose asked; her voice quiet.

"You know what it's like to be beaten with a crowbar by the Joker."

Rose was surprised at how much venom seemed to drip from his words.

"And you would?"

"Yes," Jason said. "I would."

"But how are you even here?" Rose asked, utterly bewildered. "That can't, shouldn't be possible!"

"It's a long story," he said, rubbing his hands together. Rose could tell he was cold.

"Well, why don't you come back with me to the manor and explain it?"

Jason laughed, but it was an empty laugh, cold, hollow.

"Yeah, why not," he said, sarcasm clear in his voice.

"Well, excuse me for having manners," Rose said, turning her head again.

"Alright, listen, I'm only going to say it once."

And with that he pulled her into the story of how he died young but lived again, everything from the bomb to the pit, from Jason Todd to Red Hood to Scarlett to the Outlaws.

To now.

"Kid, I want you to make sure Damian is always yours, his ego was way too big before you came along, man that brat annoyed the hell out of me," he laughed softly.

Rose nodded, too dumbfounded to find her voice. She was about to ask where he was living now when the sound of someone running and a voice made her turn her head round.

"Rose!" The person kept yelling, but she couldn't make out who it was.

Once they got close enough, she realised it was Damian and she stumbled to her feet, reaching her arms out to him, she didn't know why she wanted to hug him so terribly, but she did, and Damian didn't seem to mind.

"You've been out here for hours Rose, I guarantee you'll wake up with a cold now," he said, rubbing his hand up and down her back in an attempt to warm her up. Rose just realised how cold it was and her teeth chattered against each other.

"Who were you talking to just now?" He asked.

Rose turned back around to find Jason gone, and she shrugged against him. "No-one."

Damian raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off, "come on, we've been the most awful hosts to Colin, he's going back to the orphanage soon."

She nodded and held his hand tightly as they walked back to the manor, Rose didn't know if she would ever see Jason again, and hoped he'd be okay. He looked completely broken to her.

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