Damian said nothing when he got in the limo. In fact no one dared to say anything as they got into the limo. Instead everyone opted for just waiting for the youngest member to say something.

Well, he didn't say something at first but choose to smack the second person closer to him as hard as he could causing the fool to fall off his seat with a yelp.

"Why did you hit me?!" Dick yelled sitting up. "Tim was right next to you!"

"You're more fun to hit." Damian grumbled, when in truth everyone knew that Damian was rather protective of Tim after his return. "Besides you could use more training, your are getting fat."

"I'm not fat!" Dick got back up but this time sat closer to Bruce rather than next to Tim since Damian could reach him from there. "It was an accident, we all saw what happened so get over it."

"Alvin says," Tim said looking at his phone. "That he's emotionally scarred. Hm, he almost spelled all of those words right."

"K-I-S- GAH!"

"I'll throw another champagne bottle at you if you sing that again, Todd!" Damian growled before sitting back. "Not. Another. Word."

The rest of the ride home was quite until Damian's phone beeped with a text. He picked it up and read it before glaring at everyone as Drake took his phone reading ti before giggling softly.

'Thanks for deflowering my lips.'

Lil Match Malone was basically walking on air as he hummed happily into the penthouse slipping off his vest before tossing it off onto a chair. He went to the fridge to grab a quick drink before happily going to his room.

His family had chosen to leave to their own devices because at the moment they weren't sure what to do. Normally it was them and Match would be the one to ask, comfort, give advice and often or not warning them to be careful and than threaten potential lovers with a series of guns and knives.

Once by his bed Match spun on his heels letting himself fall backwards onto the bed feeling like he was floating before putting his hands over his heart on his chest smiling softly at the memory.

"Hmmm..." Match sighed happily before rolling onto his side pulling himself up on his side before grabbing his phone and texting Damian. "Hmm, hm, hm."

There was a buzz sound... but it was coming from inside his room. Gasping slightly before his lips turned a lazy smirk as Match rolled over and sat up on his elbows and looked at the dark place of his room.

"Hey,"

"Tt." Robin came out of the shadows before pulling off his mask and just looking at him.

Match hummed again slowly swinging one foot. "Not gonna asay anything?"

"Was that really your first kiss?"

That made Match pause, his face surprised before gave a soft laugh. "Yeah, I guess it was."

"I don't believe you."

"Well, believe it, Robbie, cause it's true."

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why haven't you kissed before?"

"Because," Match gave a dramatic sigh and plopped down. "I choose to be a classic romantic and wait for the love of my life to kiss me."

"Really?" Damian looked surprised.

"No!" Match sat back up. "I just didn't kiss anyone because... hmm, why did i?"

Damian watched as Match look thoughtful about it tapping his mouth with his finger before the smaller teen laid back his face cricnkled up in thought before it smoothed out and Match because still.

"You little-! Match!" Damain kicked the bed. "Wake up!"

"Mm, no, to busy picturing someone taking my virginty."

"What the hell- Stop that!"

Match opened his eyes slightly looking at the other. "Who was your first kiss?"

"Classified."

"Oh come on, tell me."

"No." Damian said solemnly. "I am not in the mood for talking."

"Tell me who kissed the great Damian Wayne?"

"Can I stay here tonight?"

Match blinked before his face fell. He had thought Damian had come over about the kiss but whenever Damian willingly asked to stay the night only meant one thing. So the blond stood up and locked his door before texting his family that he didn't want to be disturbed at all before going back to sit on the bed this time to the left side and Damian took the right.

"What..." Match paused seeing Damian's eyes upset. "What did your Mother do this time?"

"She brought over a new clone but he isn't... she called him defective and was planning on killing him in front of my Father."

"Damn."

"She was distracted by Father and I and didn't see Drake behind her and when she noticed he had already stolen the child."

"Yeah."

"She left after a fight. Father ran some tests and did some digging while Todd got some information from an assassin that he caught and tormented and we discovered the reason why she brought this one was because the others have failed to survive."

"So, this one's lucky. You gots a new baby brother." Match smiled a bit. "I want one."

Damian shook his head. "He's defective."

"That's mean, ya know." Match frowned at him. "He's still a person."

"They cloned me and they all came out like that and this one is the least defective."

"I don't like that word."

"Are you mad?" Damian asked frowning.

"Yea, I am." Match crossed his arms. "So, what if he is? Lots of people have missing limbs, heart mummers-"

"What?" Damian looked confused.

"Oh, I get it," Match nodded to himself. "Here tell me what the word means to you and tell me what the little kids 'defectives' are and I'll find the right word us normal people use."

Damian thought for a second before he took out his phone scrolling through a few things before handing it to Match. It was a video. So, Damian couldn't find a way to translate and thus the video. Match was excited to see the little child and pushed play.

It showed a little kid maybe about two or three and he was sitting on the medical table on Tim's lap looking around. This kid didn't look all to much like Damian, he looked a bit diffrent. However the boy have Damina's eyes and short spiked hair. He was pale, but not from skin tone, he was sick. He shivered and coughed and looked like he was having a hard time breathing.

They were getting things to help the kid. The kid reminded Match of when his brothers first came to live with them. The scared eyes, the looks in them waiting to be hit or yelled at and the surprise and small sparks of hope when none of that followed but rather kind words and touches.

The video lasted a few minutes before it stopped. "He's sick... really sick..."

"Dr. Tompkins, Pennyworth, and my Father worked on him and he hasn't a name and they said that the reason she must have brought him here was because he was dying."

"Oh shit, Damian I'm sorry."

"I... how many?" Damian said suddenly before putting his head down, arms resting on his legs. "How many more had to suffer before they killed them?"

"If there are others why bring this one here?"

"I don't know. Maybe their giving up and she saw it as a chance to hurt us once more or maybe... I don't know."

With s deep sigh Match leaned his head on Damian's shoulder. "The poor kid... is there anything you guys can do for him?"

"No, nothing can help but..." Damian sat up straight suddenly. "They wouldn't..."

"Wouldn't what?" Match asked leaning closer their lips coming closer.

"My Grandfather and my Mother if the children had been brought up with defectives they could have just-"

Ring.

Damn! Match plopped back onto his bed. 'So close!'

Damian stopped taking his phone before answering. "Tim? Are you alright?Where are you? Are you sick?"

Match smiled. 'So, protective.'

"I see... no, thank you... I will return int hr morning. I need to be alone. No, you stay home. I'm assuming patrol is canceled for the night. Yes. Have someone drop you off than.I'll be tracing your tracker until you're here than. What? Damn it, yes I'm here at the Malones. Tell no one!"

Match grinned hearing Tim's laugh. "Hey, Timmy!"

"You shut it! Yes, that is Match! Stay where you are I'm coming to get you damn it!"

Match watched as Damian quickly slapped on is mask before darting out the window. Standing up Match yawned before walking over to his mini fridge and pulling out a couple of things that he could eat without it having to be warmed up before sitting back on his bed waiting.

When Robin returned he had Red Robin with him. Red Robin gave Match a hug before heading out to go find Alvin. They heard Alvin's happy cry before they heard a door slam shut.

"Alvin has a new tv in his room and a new hologram Just Dance game."

"Tt."

"So boy wonder," Match said rolling onto his back and moving his hands around like the Hindi did when they danced. "What are we gonna do."

Robin frowned before it turned into a hardened scowl and a growl was heard and Match lazy smirk appeared on his face before he stood up and walking up to Robin who turned to the window determined and frightening. Match stood beside him hands on his hips.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun."

"Oh, I'm so booored."

"I told you it was a long flight." Damian said as flew Red Wing over the ocean. "Almost there."

Match pouted before he grimed. "Shall we play a game?"

"Don't even." Damian growled. "We're not doing that."

"Oh come on!" Match sighed. "Do something with me.. or something to me~"

"Match, shut the hell up."

"Hey is that it?" Match said sitting up suddenly.

"Yes."

"Whoa, that is one big castle."

"Just stay behind me and do not get killed."

Alvin was eating something that Tim brought over. It was like a cake, but not a cake and it was sweet and salty. He took large bits of it before chewing. Tim took smaller bits as they watched a movie. A channel was showing a movies all night and they happened to be something that both of them liked.

They were in the middle of watching the best part of one of their movies when suddenly it turned of and breaking news showed up. They reported on something way far away in part Alvin could care care less about, but Tim nearly chocked on his piece of the foreign cake.

On the news was video of Robin fleeing Ra's Al Ghul with Match Malone right behind him wearing a white mask to keep people from knowing who he was. Match had something in his arms, a duffel bag or a backpack.

They two got to the Red Wing...

"My jet!" Tim cried. "That little jerk stole my jet!"

"Are they really little when their taller than us?"

"Doesn't matter! Damian will always be the little brother!"

"Do you think Daddy Bats knows?"

Just than Tim's phone when off. "Yes, I think Daddy knows."

Match clung to the pack as they ran. They got to the jet and Robin opened the latch before grabbing Match by his waist and helping him up onto the side of the wing since his partner had chosen to bring something back with them. Most likely a treasure he just had to have and so help him if Match stole it because it was white and pretty!

"Oof," Match said as he was tossed it. "Be gentle with me, this is my first time-"

"Shut up!"

"-fighting ninjas."

"Just buckle yourself in!"

"Damian!"

"Hello, Damian's mother! I'm your son's wife!"

"Don't make me stab you!" Robin yelled before pulling out two swords. "Stand down, Mother!"

"I want them back."

"I believe my DNA belongs to me." Damian spat. "And if you're wondering about Father's DNA I destroyed that. All of them."

Talia gritted her teeth. "How dare you-"

"You're Mother is ruining our wedding night!" Match yelled. "How much long until you have you way with me?!"

"Shut up, you stupid albino!"

"Who is that?"

"Uh..."

Talia looked back and forth between the two before turning and leaving.

"Woooo! We won!"

"I think she disowned me again."

"She just couldn't handle that your banging this hot bod."

"Enough out of you!" Damian yelled climbing into the jet when his phone started to ring. He winced before answering. "Hello, Drake."

"YOU TOOK MY JET!"

"I... needed to go to the store..."

"Damian, I know where you are."

"You hacked me."

"No, you're on national tv."

National tv?

Damn.

Father must know by now.

"Damn."

When they landed in the Batcave Match looked way to pleased with himself and was holding that pack much to kindly. He was hugging it, nuzzling it and cuddling it like it was...

"DO YOU HAVE A CHILD IN THERE?!"

"...No- Yes."

Damain peeked inside and frowned. "I don't believe it, Match. Even the babies you steal are as white as you."

"Don't hate us sexy, Albinos!" Match grinned. "Hey, Damain, wanna know the best part about this little baby?"

"What?"

"It's your's and mine."

"Ha. Ha. Ha."

"That lab with all your clones we saw? Yeah, growns babies in less than five minutes if you add some else's DNA."

"Match, this is not funny."

"I know. I got a cut, see here on my hand? My blood spilled into the tube with green water and than when I wa sknocked into the thing it added your DNA and after the fight BAM! It's baby time and I couldn't leave him there."

Damian stood there his face unreable.

"Hey, the kid might have a chance ya know and we coldn't just leave him there... he's a brandnew baby and they woudl have killed him."

"Agreed."

"Hey," Match frowned not getting the desired reaction out of Damian. "Ya listening? We have a baby together. He's part you part me. We have a child."

"I understand."

Match was confused but pulled the little new born out and held it carefully wrapping it in Damian's cape that he had stolen earlier claming he was cold. Once the baby was wrapped up he walked up to Damian who didn't seemed bother by the fact they had a child together without ever sleeping with one another or having some kind of strange magic or a surrageant mother.

Damian looked down at the baby. "He looked just like you."

"He's excatly like me, except for his eye color." Match kissed the baby's head and two little blue eyes peeked up before closing. "He's got your eye color."

"Tt."

Match frowned. "Your way to calm about this."

"What's his name?"

"How do you know I gave him a name yet?"

"Don't be dumb, Match. You thought of a name the second you had the child in your arms so what is the name?"

"Mini."

"Mini?" Damian frowned "You named our child Mini?"

"No, that's just for short."

"What's his full name than?"

"Mini Match Malone Al Wayne."

"I see... Ah, there it is." Damian said his shoulders slumping.

"What?"

"The shock."

With that Damian passed out cold falling backwards.

I dream of Match naming his child that so I had to write this up. Who else likes him calling his kid Mini? Also thanks for not shooting me and woo I thought I was the only one!

However I do admit to falling into with this pairing by pure accident. In my original story (Click of the Camera) Damian at one point was going to kill Match, but the more I played them off each other I started to see them together. Lol I even wrote a who thing on Damian and Match having their first time but I'm too scared to post it... I mean, what? What?