Damian was at school siting down at his desk working on an easy essay when someone sat down suddenly beside him and Damian looked up ahead freezing knowing damn well who it was. He refused to look to his right where said person he continued on with his work and pretended that the fool was not at his school.
Than it happened.
"I accept your marriage proposal, but you should have asked me in person not in a text."
Damian broke his desk.
It was the best thing in his life. The one thing that made getting up in the morning (The actual morning, not the Malone version of morning) and it made him all happy and giddy inside.
Screwing with Damian Wayne aka Robin was the best part of Lil Match Malone's life.
At the moment he was accepting the Marriage propel fully aware that it was one of Damian's older brother's idea of both. Whatever it was it was a perfect excuse to make Damian sweat for a while and where better to start this than at his school?
The poor desk though.
As they walked along Damian had a look of murder on his face and Match kept a hold of his arm, leaning against him telling himself that he could laugh at home and not to mess up the plan.
"I want a June wedding." Match said simply. "And I want to wear all white."
"That's all you ever wear!" Damian yelled. "And we are not getting married!"
"Don't get cold feet now, love of my life," Match grinned and hid his face in Domain's shoulder trying to hide his grin. "Besides everyone knew you would ask me eventually and I... I love you."
"I'm calling bullshit on that one Malone." Damian growled as he gave the other's hair a yank. "I can feel you grinning into my shoulder."
"Damn," Match frowned letting go and setting his hands on his hips. "You ruined my fun."
"Tt." Damian crossed his arms as they glared at each other. "Just wait until I get Grayson and Todd back for this."
"Yeah, have fun with that." Match said waving his hand at the taller teen before turning to leave. "Too bad this little plan of theirs didn't backfire."
Backfire?
Damian garbed Match's wrist. "Wait a moment, Match. I do believe you have given me an idea."
"I... Don't like the way you're lookin at me..."
"I'm just smiling."
"Looks more like a rabid rottweiler ready to eat a rabbit."
Glare.
Tim was listening to Alvin read the third level book and he was happy to say that Alvin only needed a little help with some of the words. He was still slow at it but much better than a few years ago and it was hard to teach someone to read if they didn't like reading.
As Alvin read the door opened and Tim looked over to see who it was. It was Damian and behind him was Match. They twins where about to say hello but both froze and snapped their mouths shut before standing on their knees on the couch as the two walked by.
Alvin leaned far over as the two disappeared into the Penthouse. "Oh my God, Tim... did you see what I saw?"
"I think so..." Tim turned around and sat down as Alvin copied. "They were holding hands."
"Oh shit... things just got real."
They looked at each other before jumping up to find the other two. It didn't take them long to find them in the kitchen grabbing some drinks. Alvin quickly ran up to Lil Match who was siting on a stool and Wrapped his arms around his brother's shoulders and setting his chin on his hair.
"Hey, Al." Lil Match smiled at him patting the other's slender arms. "You okay?"
"Uh-huh, yeah, just dandy,"
Tim rolled his eyes a bit before walking up to Damian. "May I have a word with you out in the hall, please?"
"Of course." Damian replied. "After you."
"Thank you."
As they left Alvin bit his lip before blurting it out. "Are you and Bat boy doing the nasty?"
"Yep. I can't feel my lower body."
There was a long pause before the Alvin took off running
"Big Daddddddddy...! Freddie! Rojo! Oh my god...!"
Match was shaking as he tried not to laugh out loud. It was than that Damian returned with Tim who looked unamused. Damn, he figured it out but than Damian whispered something to him and Tim blinked and nodded.
"Alright, I'll go along with it."
"Oooh," Match breathed as he stood next to Damian. "We are going to have so much fun,"
"Indeed." Damain had an evil grin on his face. "Drake, I have a job for you."
"I can't belive it!" A distressed voice cried in the hallway of the Manor.
Meanwhile Dick and Jason had been in Jason's room looking for some old pictures when they heard one Alvin Malone's whining voice. They looked at each other and shrugged before continuing when they heard Tim's voice just as upset.
"I know... it's so strange that their together."
"Together?! Timmy, their gettin married!" Alvin voice was high pitched. "I ain't never gonna see Lil Match again!"
Lil Match was getting married? Both the older Wayne boys looked at each other wondering who the hell would be stupid enough to marry Lil Insane-Crazy-Lucky-Go-Happy-Killer Match Malone?
"I know, Al, but.. they seemed to have, somehow, fallen in love."
"This is all the brats fault!" Alvin cried sounding the verge of tears. "If Damian hadn't asked Match to marry him than this never would have happened!"
Dick almost fell over as he clamped his hands over his mouth and Jason was grinning like he won lottery. They heard about the text and Alvin must have blown it out of portions and believed it! Hahaha!
"Well, it could be worse."
"How can it be worse?! Lil Matchis gonna leave the family!"
"I know you're upset, Al, but pull yourself together. Damian and Match invited us all out to dinner to tell the rest of the family so, come on, let's getting ready."
Wait.
What?
Sobbing Alvin was lead away. "Your brother is stealing my brother..."
"There, there, Al."
Jason and Dick looked at each other.
"you don't think..."
"Don't be stupid! It's probably just another stupid family dinner."
"Yeah, that's it."
"We're getting married." Damian sated with no emotion.
Lil Match grinned next to him waving his left hand showing off an engagement ring.
"Holy-" Dick started eyes wide.
"-Shit." Jason finished.
"What?!" Freddie shouted dropping his fork and jumping out of his seat. "You gots to be joking!"
Rojo just stared eyes wide.
"I don't want ya to move ouuuuuutttt...!" Alvin sobbed plopping onto Tim. "I'm all alone...!"
"There, there, Al, you still got me."
Sniffing Alvin looked up at him. "That's true... I guess I don't need Lil Match."
"Standing right next to you, Al." Match frowned at him disbelievingly. "And y'all are always gonna need me."
"Father you have yet to say something." Damian said looking at his Father who was just sitting there, "Do you not wish for my happiness?"
"Yeah, you ain't say nothing either, Big Daddy." Match put on his best hurt face. "Are... you mad at me?"
"No." Matches said his voice tight. "I'm not mad. Not mad at all."
"Father?"
"I'm not mad." Bruce said simply. "I was just waiting for it to happen. It seems you owe me ten grand, Matches."
"Damn." Matches grumbled. "Well, we are we having the wedding?"
"As soon as possible." Bruce said taking out his phone. "It's better to get it over with before the media can have their frenzy."
"Of course, of course."
"HUH?" Match's face fell as did his mouth.
"No, Father, wait!" Damian yelled.
It was too late. Both of the men were gone leaving two confused as hell Waynes and three sobbing Malones who didn't want their younger brother to leave. Tim looked at Damian and Match who looked like they were about to die.
"Well, a wedding sounds fun..." Tim smiled. "So, who's the bride?"
"Me of course," Match snorted. "Domain's to ugly and fat to be the bride, well I'm sexy as hell."
Damian smacked Match upside down the head. "This is all you're fault!"
"Domestic abuse!" Match screamed before pretending to sob. "I thought you loved me."
"I loved to shove you off a cliff."
"You know what, this was your stupid idea so get us out of it!"
They started to fight and argue when a waiter came rushing by and bangs into Damian sending him right into Match. Match pushed out his arms to stop Damian but they ended up around Damian's neck and Damian's arms around his waist trying to stop form falling and their lips connected.
?!
Everything froze as their brothers looked at them in shock. Damian pulled back stunned before turning and running out of the cafe with his brothers trailing. Match stood there not moving as his brother surrounded him.
"Match, you okay?" Alvin asked.
"Oh, yeah, just fine, perfectly fine..." Match laughed breathlessly. "Uh-oh,"
"Match!" The three cried as the youngest mobster fell to the floor sprawled on his back buy he had the happiest grin on his face as his cheeks flushed pink and he let out a airy laugh!
'Damian kissed me! Thank you, God!'
I kind like Damian x Match... DON'T SHOOT ME! OMG DON'T SHOOT!