[Continued from chapter two.]

Damian's prank gone wrong.

Damian had been stalking Lil Match for the pass two weeks, studying his prey.

After all this time Damian had decided to get back at Lil Match for all the sly sexual comments and for beating Damian at almost everything that had to do with being 'normal'.

Today he was watching as Lil Match left the penthouse and heading to the little cafe that was model after a a Japaneses them maid cafe and Lil Match went every other day to eat his sissy girl cake and stare at the maids and hit on them with sweet words.

As Damian went in in disguise Damian smirked as he also saw the four guys form school his haired to come and help him with this prank. Standing right behind Lil Match as the mobster ordered his slice of Strawberry Shortcake slice of cake and a glass of Banana milk before going to the booth he always sat at making himself comfortable.

Damian ordered a coffee before taking a seat where he could see perfectly. Lil Match sat down before taking his fork taking a bite of his cake with a happy smile. Taking out his phone Damian text the four boys that where looking around waiting. Damian had hired them since they were the same age as them and that they were jerks and would be perfect. The rich snobs already entered the world of sex.

Seriously rich parents don't care.

Meanwhile Lil Match was taking the fourth bite of his cake feeling pretty happy. Lately he had been feeling down and this place always made him feel better. A strawberry shortcake and Banana milk was his secret small pleasure. As he ate slowly he turned to his left surprised as someone suddenly sat next to him draping an arm over him.

"Hey, cutie, come here often?" A teen his age said with a smirking smile.

Glaring at him Lil Match pushed his arm off. "Screw off, ass."

"Oh ho ho," Another one siad sliding in on Match's other side. "A fiesta one."

"I like it." A third was grinned siting across from him. "Man, look at his eyes! Never seen such a hot color."

"Like an albino." A fourth added standing behind Lil Match.

"Get the hell away form me." Match growled. "Now."

"What's your name, babe?"

"His hair is soft."

"He smells good too,"

"Come on, let's have some fun."

Lil Match started to panic as they touched him, slide this hands on his arms, his face and one on his leg. Pushing their hands away he his breathing became irregular as he started to stammer fear evident in his voice.

He didn't like this. He felt trapped and scared and he wanted Big Daddy. Why did he leave his phone at home? Why was this happening?

"Stop it!" Match cried as one of them pressed their lips to his cheek. "Leave me alone! Stop!"

"Hold him."

"No...!"

Bam!

The fourth guy who had been trying to pull up his shirt suddenly had a broken nose before he landed out cold. The three looked up shocked. There stood (Out of disguise) was Damian Wayne and he looked pissed off. The three tried to run away but Dmaian grabbed at them before breathing them up and tossing them into a pile.

"Damian...?"

Damian turned around to face Lil March before instantly regretting. Lil Match's clothes where tousled, his hair messed up, his eyes stinging with unsheded tears as he stared at him.

"Match."

"What... what are you doing here?"

"I was on this side of town." Damian crossed his arms. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yes." Lil Match stood up fixing his hair.

"Whar the hell Damian?!"

Oh shit.

"Why the hell did you pay of to bother his if your were just going to beat us up?!"

Crap.

Lil Match's face went from calm to fury. Damian stood there as Match ran up to him and slapped him as hard as he could across the face. This time Match let a few tears fall down his face in anger.

"You asshole!" Match screamed. "I freaking hate you!"

Damian's mouth fell open. "What?! You can't hate me!"

"Shut up!" Match turned leaving the cafe.

Damian followed dressed as Robin.

[After chapter two]

Damian took off his mask before staring at Lil Match who was glaring out of his window with his arms crossed. He had never seen Match mad before. At least not at him. For some reason this bothered Damian more than he would care to admit.

Walking up to him Damian placed his hand on Match's shoulder giving it a little squeeze. He felt Match give out a shaky breath before Lil Match's hand came up to touch his hand.

"My apologies." Damian said. "I never meant for it to get out of hand."

"How could you do that to me?" Match said softly. "How could you send four bastard to sexually harass me?"

"That was not a part of the plan. They were to suggest that you needed a male lover and that was all. I never expected them to touch you and when they did I beat them."

"Yeah." Match let out a huffed laugh. "That still dosne't change things. Why did you do that to me?"

"Match, I do not understand." Damian frowned removed his hand and standing next to the other looking at him. "You deal with stuff far worse than this. Why did it btoher you so much."

"You know how I was raised by Big Daddy?"

"Yes."

Match looked at him with his green eyes. "I'm the only one who hasn't been raped, used and left for dead. My brothers have been hurt in ways no one should. I have seen such horrible things that have to do with sex but Damian I have never been sexual touched. I... I was terrified that what happened to my brothers was going to happen to me. I still have nightmares about The Priest's shoving his fingers in me and ripping me. And let me tell you even with pain meds it didn't help that your butler had to open me up to sew me back together."

Damian lowered his head. "I... I never realized... I surely am sorry, Match. I never meant to hurt you like that."

They faced each other and Match smiled before closing the space between them wrapping his arms around Damian's shoulder laying his head on the other's shoulder. Damian tensed up before leaning to hug back.

"Apogies aceepted." Match smiled. "And look at that you learned how to hug."

"Don't ruin it Match."

"How romantic."

"You ruined." Damian grumbled pulling away before heading towards the door before he paused and walked back. "Tomorrow come to the Manor."

"Why?"

"Pennyworth makes the best Strawberry shortcakes and it will be a way of showing you that I am sorry."

"Alright." Match walked up to him. "One more thing."

"What?"

"I'm bringing my family and tomorrow after we eat your taking me out to the mall and buying me whatever I want. I also want to go to the movies, the craft store, the yogurt place-"

"Wait!" Damian yelled glaring at him. "Why the hell do I have to take you to all those places?"

"You almost got me raped."

"... Will ten work?"

"Yes." Match smirked as he walked Damian out.

Dick Grayson was at his job. Since he moved back with Bruce and his family he was working for the GCPD. Bruce still didn't approve of his choice of work and his not choice of going to collage but still Dick liked it.

Sucking on his lollipop Dick sat on the desk of his chief who was rubbing his temples. No one was like Dick Grayson. This cuddle young man child who acted more like he was seven than twenty. He was sitting there having finshed his paperwork and was now enjoying his break by eating the lolipops they usually had for the lost kids they found.

"Oh, Dickie-bird~!" A voice sang out across the room as someone walked through the door.

Everyone turned to see who it was. It looked like a hooker/stripper. The young male walked right passed them swaggering his hips as natrually as it was to breath going stright up to Dick Grayson.

Officer Grayson let out a happy grin. "Freddie!"

"Hi!" Freddie smiled before the two hugged. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"Their showing care bears the musical at the Gotham Theater! It's only going to be one for one day!"

"Oh my god!" Dick squealed before looking at his boss. "Sir, can I please have the rest of the day off?"

"Uh..."

"Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please please, please, please,"

"Fine! Go on, just get out of here!"

"Yay!" Dick cheered.

Everyone stared awkwardly as Officer Dick Grayson and Mobster Freddie Malone skipped out of the department holding hands.

They all looked at their boss who sighed rubbing his face. "Bruce Wayne donates to our cause..."

The chief wanted a officer not a child.

Jason had gotten bored lazing around the Manor all day so Bruce had gotten him a job at his Company where Jason had to go around the main floor pushing a cart around dropping off packages and papers and bring them back to his dad.

After two days Jason was bored again so he invited Rojo to come along and hang out with him. Rojo had shown up right on time. They walked up and down the the main floor just talking and sharing jokes. Jason would talk loudly and bark out his laughs and since Rojo was soft spoken and only giggled and laughed softly covering his mouth when he did so everyone thought that Bruce Wayne's son had lost it and was talking to himself.

"Jason's I'm tired of walking." Rojo said as they made their third hour of walking. "I need to sit down."

"Uh," Jason looked around. "I don't see any chairs and we won't get back for another half hour. Here I know!"

Bruce was talking with some of his border-room member when they heard someone screaming. "Whooooooaaaa...!" They all turned to to the clear glass wall to see Jason Todd Wayne running as fast as he could with his cart and in the cart was Rojo Malone squealing in delight his hands throw up as they raced down the hall.

Once they where out of sight they heard them screaming, a crash and papers where flying over. There was pause before they heard the two laughing their heads off. The room turned to give Bruce a look.

"Oh shut the hell up, their having fun." Bruce glared at them. "Anyone object?"

The room was suddenly scared of Bruce Wayne.

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