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Damian arrived at the manor in the early hours of the morning. The sun was just rising from its slumber and he tip toed through the front door cautiously. He didn’t expect his father or brothers to be awake at such an ungodly hour. Continuing to walk cautiously through walkway to the stairs that would lead him to his bedroom, a single step on the staircase announced his presence. A loud creak erupted from the wood underneath his foot and a loud yell came from nearby.

Dick appeared behind him, pillow above his head as some sort of weapon. They both stared at each other for a moment, piecing together the situation. Dick was still wearing same clothes from yesterday. They were crumpled in different places and his pants were unbuttoned, loosely against his hips. Damian scanned Dick further and noticed he only had one sock on, and his face looked like he just woken up from a deep slumber.

“YOU!!” Dick yelled, taking a step forward and smacking Damian with his pillow. Damian shielded himself with his arms, shocked by his brother’s sudden attack. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO COME BACK LAST NIGHT WITH FOOD. I WAITED FOR YOU!!!!!!”

Jason suddenly appeared with Tim; their states similar to Dick. They rushed to him with their own pillow in hand and begun smacking Damian as well.

“YOU BRAT!” Jason yelled, hitting Damian a lot rougher than Dick. Tim hit Damian as well, but clearly as rough as his two elder brothers. He didn’t really care about Damian’s unfulfilled promise of food, he had his coffee. A yawn suddenly escaped Tim and he decided to abandon this activity and climb up the stairs to his room.

“WE WAITED FOR YOU ALL NIGHT, BABY BIRD!!”

Damian finally stepped out of Jason and Dick’s range and began dodging any further attacks. The older brother sleepy statures were no match for their agile little brother.

“Where were you?!” Jason growled, stepping closer to Damian.

 Dick body slammed Jason out of the way, suddenly using one hand to turn Damian’s head one way and using the other to hold him by the shoulder. A dark red and purple bruise was littered across Damian’s neck and down to his shoulders. Dick released an exaggerated gasp as Damian tried peeling off Dick’s steel grip on him. Jason approached behind Dick and audibly gasped as well.

“SOMEONES BEEN HURTING OUR BABY BIRD!!”

“YEA-wait what?” Jason and Damian looked utterly confused.

Dick begun to dramatically cry and hug Damian into his chest. Damian had grown like a tree in his teenager years, almost surpassing Dick in height. Dick hugging Damian to his chest caused him to be awkwardly hunched.

Jason peeled Damian out of Dick’s bear like grip, “He’s getting laid, idiot.”

Dick stabilized himself, quickly whipping away his dramatic cry from his features. “So you and Jon, huh?” Dick asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

“WHAT? NO!” Damian practically screamed, a look of disgust. He had never seen his best friend (practically brother) in such a way.

“Then who?” Jason chimed in, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.

The older boys seemed to have suddenly forgotten they were mad at Damian just a few moments ago. Damian would rather be beaten by his brothers, than to be speaking to this topic.

“It’s not any of your business, idiots.” Damian scowled, abandoning his brothers, and leaving to his room. Dick and Jason watched Damian’s retreating form in annoyance, before looking at each other and smirking widely.

The next few days Dick and Jason (with an uninterested Tim in tow) watched Damian like a hawk. It wasn’t difficult to find Dick, Jason and Tim poorly hiding wherever Damian went. Damian would mess with them and do boring tasks, such as 10,000-piece puzzles, paint very slowly, take 30 minutes to pick out socks, take Titus on hours long walks and other long boring tasks. His actions weakened his brother’s momentums and he was able to sneak out the manor and into Gotham just as the sun set, unnoticed. (or so he thought.)

As dark was approaching, he leaped from roof to roof. His brothers stayed behind, watching him from afar, but still following his every move. When Damian landed on a particular roof, he scanned his surroundings before dropping to a window, opening it, and sliding in.

His brothers watched him from the building across. The light from the moon and street could only luminate the room so much. They could only see his silhouette in the opened curtains. Damian had scrawled on top of a sleeping figure. He restraint the figures hands above their head and trapped them underneath him.

The brothers all gasped at their brother’s actions. What the hell was he doing?! Assaulting civilians now?!

Damian was nuzzling into his lovers’ neck when a sudden crash took him for surprise. Sets of arms yanked him from you and braced him against a wall. Adrenaline erupted through him as he started fighting off his attackers. You screamed, unable to see what was happening, but hearing the grunts and impacts was frightening. A set of hands came from the darkness, one clamping at your mouth and another pulling you from the bed by the arm.

“Sh! We are here to help you,” an unknown voice said in a hushed tone as they tried to sneak you out. You tried clawing away at this person. The darkness was overwhelming and suddenly a force pushed you against a corner of the room.

Damian had seen the silhouette of a person dragging you away and intervened. He wouldn’t allow these intruders to take you. He kicked the intruder grabbing at you and stood between the two of you. He had shoved you against the corner using his back. He had made himself into a barrier. His arms were outstretched touching the walls next to him, daring anyone else to try.

The light in the room was switched on and what Damian saw made him envelope in anger. His three brothers were in his lovers’ room, trying to attack him. Tim was on the floor, cradling his head. He must have been the one taking you. Dick was the one who turned on the light.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU IMBICILES DOING?!” Damian yelled, still standing in front of you.

“Good question, but what are you doing?!” Dick yelled back.

“I am with my girlfriend!” Damian said dumbly, moving a bit so you can peer over his shoulder. You waved weakly. Damian was about to give you more space when he realized you were only in underwear. You wore a matching bra and panties set for him. It was your 1-year anniversary and you fell asleep waiting for him to escape his brothers. Damian face contoured to a scowl and hid you even further behind him.

“Don’t look at her! Get out already!”

The boys had a shocked and dumb expression and dumbly leaped out the window. Damian angrily closed the window and locked it with an agitated sigh, before closing the curtains. He turned to you slowly, an embarrassed look dancing his features.

You had wrapped a blanket around you to also hide your embarrassment of being seen in such an exposed state by your boyfriend’s brothers. A shade of red graced your features as you looked down at your feet. Damian approached you, hands touching your shoulders cautiously.

“I am really sorry, Habibti” His voice was full of shape and regret. “This is all my fault. I should of just told them about us.”

Your hand reached up to cradle Damian’s cheek, closing in the distance between you two. “Don’t be ridiculous, my love. Your brothers are just idiots.”

Damian let out a small laugh, embracing you against him. His muscles underneath his clothes, flexed as he held you tighter against him. He leaned down, capturing your lips in his as you slid your hands underneath his shirt.

Damian allowed his shirt to be removed, bending down, and picking you up to straddle his waist as he walked to turn off the light. Blanket that was once wrapped around you forgotten on the floor.

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Damian stared at himself in the mirror. He had changed four times already. Should he dress casually? Should he dress somewhat formal? Should he style his hair? Should he wear cologne? He let out a frustrated grunt and changed his clothes once again. He decided that a hoodie and jeans couldn’t hurt. He had asked you out earlier this week and you both decided to watch a superhero movie that just released, something about the villain making the superheros vanish, but only in halves. He let out a breath to calm his nerves and pulls out his phone to text you.

“Departing the manor. I will be there in approximately 15 minutes” Tonight; his brothers and Father were patrolling so sneaking out should be easy enough. He slipped his phone in his back pocket and steadily made his way downstairs. He heard some footsteps down the hall and dashed to the closest hiding spot. He hid behind a curtain. He hoped the lack of light would help camouflage him. Alfred made his way past him, a plate of snacks in his hand.

Damian waited for a moment, then stepped out. He proceeded cautiously out the manor. The trip to the garage was uneventful. He unlocked his car, opening his backseat to ensure there was a spare jacket incase you got cold. He closed the door as gently as he could, before climbing into the driver seat and doing the same for that door. He hoped turning on his car in the garage would help muffle the loud engine. Once the engine was done roaring, he pressed the button for the garage door to open.

The large door slid slowly up, but as it did a large outline of a person also came into view. Damian let out an annoyed sigh and rolled his window down. The large figure stepped into the garage and hunched to Damians window.

It was Bruce and he didn’t look very happy. An annoyed expression reflected on Bruce’s face. Damian’s face matched his fathers and he waited for him to speak first.

“Where do you think you’re going, Damian?” Damian looked past Bruce for a second and can see Alfred very faintly at a window. He looked to be shaking his head. Of course Alfred knew Damian was sneaking out. Damian rolled his eyes in further annoyance.

“Father, I am attending a movie with [Y/N].” Bruce’s lip turned up for a moment, before dropping back down to its stern expression. Bruce stepped back for a moment, reaching to his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. “Father, I don’t need your mon-” Damian tried arguing, but Bruce handed him a hundred-dollar bill anyways.

“Take [Y/N] someplace nice and keep your hands to yourself.” Bruce slapped the top of Damian’s car twice dad-like, gesturing for him to go. Damian stared at him for what felt like minutes. Keep his hands to himself? DID HIS FATHER THINK HE WAS SOME SORT OF PERVERT?

Damian glared at his father, rolling up his window and finally taking off.

 BONUS:

Dick and Jason snuck into the trunk, while Damian and Bruce were talking and crashed the date mid-way through. You and Damian had been friends for a long time, but this was your first date together. Just as Damian grew the balls to wrap his arm around you, Dick and Jason shoved their way between the two of you during the movie. Damian almost set them on fire when they arrived back to the manor.

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I was leaned against the headboard. My hands on your hips as you straddled me. We were both out of breath as I gripped your hips firmly and pulled you down to grind against me. We’ve been experimenting a lot lately. Pushing boundaries slowly and stopped when we weren’t ready. We hadn’t done anything like this before. Your arms were wrapped around my shoulders while I to kissed you hungrily. I let out a small moan against your lips while our tongues tried to dominate each other. Your hand found its way up my hair and pulled at it in desperation. I had never seen you like this. It was exhilarating.

I pulled you down further, grinding you down harder against me. We both moaned into each other’s mouths. You pulled back a bit. I opened my eyes, afraid I pushed too far. Your face was contoured in lust. I couldn’t help smiling at this. I leaned in towards you, kissing the edge of your mouth then dropping down to kiss the side of your neck. You pulled me in closer, grinding your hips down against me. I felt like I was going crazy.

I removed one of my hands from your hips and traveled it up your body and to your breast. You’ve allowed me to touch you here before. It always made you squirm. I fondled it softly, not willing to hurt you. I traveled my kisses further down your neck and to your shoulder, sucking it there. I wanted to mark you as my own. I wouldn’t let anyone else have you. Your body started to feel so hot against him.

“D-Dami..” you squeaked out, moaning a bit. I pulled back from your neck, and pecked your lips, smiling against them.

“Yes, My Love?” Before you had a chance to speak, there was a knock against the bedroom door. You immediately tensed in my lap. Before I could stop you, you climbed off me and went across the room red faced. I let out an annoyed sigh, sliding off the bed. I turned my body away from you, fixing my bulge shyly.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to find my father. He had his usual stern look across his face. I could only imagine how I appeared to him. Most likely red faced, messy hair with untidy clothing.

“Yes, Father?” I asked, somewhat annoyed. He rolled his eyes at me and nudged his head for me to follow him. There goes my night, I thought. I followed him to his office. I sat down at one the chairs, while he seemed to pace the room trying to find the right words.

“Damian, I know you’re almost an adult, but I want to talk to you about the dangers of….” He paused for a moment, “…. unprotected sex…” I could only imagine the look of disgust that shown in my face. NO WAY WAS I HAVING THIS TALK!

“FATHER, PLEASE! I AM NOT A CHILD”

“Damian, it is my responsibility to speak to you about this subject.”

“Father, I have access to the internet. I fully understand the consequences of sexual intercourse.”

“Fine.” Bruce spoke, tone annoyed before striding off to his desk and pulling out pack after pack of condoms. He tossed several boxes to me and I caught them easily. “You should know how these works then.”

“Father, this is embarrassing. Why do you have so many?”

“I have 4 stupid sons. I have a warehouse full of them.” I stared at him for a second, wondering if he was truly serious about the warehouse. He waved me off, and I strode back to my room. You were sitting at the desk, head in your hands. I threw the boxes in the nearest drawer and tended to you. I wrapped an arm around your shoulder, catching your eye as I did so.

“What’s the matter, Habibti?” Your face was still red with embarrassment, and I leaned in to kiss your forehead. I continued to peck small kisses across your face. A smile began creeping across your face. You looked so beautiful.

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Damian immediately noticed that you looked defeated today. You weren’t speaking like usual and you shunned away from anyone who tried to speak to you. During the first few periods of the day, you kept your head in a book and ignored everyone. Damian was concerned and waited for you to reach out to him first. You always found your way into his arms anytime you felt down, but today it seemed like you avoided him altogether. Were you mad at him?

He waited to speak to you until lunch, before he couldn’t find you anywhere. He decided to skip his meal and search for you. He hadn’t found you in any of the classrooms, closets, or the library. This private school was so big. It was hard to look in every nook and cranny of it. You could have hidden in any of the many spare rooms.

He almost gave up until he heard some sniffling. He stopped moving, listening intently. He followed the sound and opened a door to a storage room. It was mostly empty aside from some boxes in the corner. You were sat in the middle of the room, hugging your knees. You shielded your face away from him, turning away to wipe away any tears. Damian stepped in the room and closed the door behind him swiftly. He dropped down beside you. He wanted nothing more than to embrace you, but he didn’t want to invade your space.

Still turned away from him, you spoke “I’m fine, Dami. Go back to lunch.” Your shoulders were shaking, signifying to him that you were holding back sobs. He sat behind you, legs coming to both your sides as he grabbed onto your shoulders and pulled your back into his chest. He held you tightly against him, his forehead resting on your shoulder. It hurt him to see you so distraught.

“Please, talk to me.” He pleaded. You hadn’t spoke for a moment. Damian was afraid that you were shutting him out once again.

“It’s my mother. She’s drinking again…” Damian let out a disappointed sigh at this news. You turned around in Damian’s arms, he grabbed onto your hip pulling you into his lap. You laid your head against his shoulder and neck as he cleared any hair from your face.

“It’s going to be alright. I’m here. I’m always going to be here for you.” He kissed your forehead and held you tighter. He needed you to know he would always come looking for you. He’d always be there to comfort you because he loved you so much.