My Baby bat (A DamiJay story) + sequel

A slow night

The Gotham night air was cold and the snow turned to gray slush on the streets. The rooftops were slippery with ice and the vigilantes of the night had to be careful not to slip as they ran on them, watching over the city.

The current Robin, aka 18 year old Damian Wayne was hunched on a rooftop looking out for trouble but so far the patrol was uneventful. Just his luck. He really felt like punching someone. His family's constant nagging and concern about his changed demeanor was so annoying. And just as he felt the anger boil up, his big brother came on over the com system.

"Hi, little D, stop moping and tell me what is bothering you, come on D, talk to me." Dick's voice was ridiculously sweet and Damian wanted to beat him up but he kept his composure.

"I'm fine Grayson, now stop asking."

"We just want to look out for you, we can see that something is bothering you." Tim's voice was a bit harsher then Dicks but Damian still heard the sweetness he put on to try not to aggravate him. Obviously it didn't work.

"Both of you shut the fuck up I'm fine, and even if I wasn't I wouldn't wanna talk about it." Damian took out his com from his ear and put it in a pocket. Fuck he hated his family sometimes. A burglary alarm sounded and Damian was soon jumping off the roof. 

It was a jewelry store being robbed and he made his way over. When he got in he saw two goons stuffing their pockets full with jewelry. "I don't think those belong to you." Damian's stern voice and glare made the goons petrified with fear. One shook it off and took out a gun, starting to fire at the Robin. Damian avoided the shots and grabbed the gun, breaking the man's elbow and disarming him. The other goon was fidgeting with his gun trying to take off the safety but Damian was there in seconds and knocked him to the floor and sat over him. He struck a punch to the goons face and then another and another. He started seeing red, losing all control. But then someone grabbed him and shook him back to reality.

"ROBIN!" Damian looked up at the Red hood aka Jason Todd who held his shoulders in a firm grip. Damian looked over to the goon who was lying unconscious on the floor. He then looked down at his gloved knuckles, seeing they were stained with blood. Police cars were heard in the distance. "Fucking great, Robin lets go...Robin." Damian didn't respond nor look up from his hands so Jason grabbed him by the hand and dragged him out of the store. He took his arm around Damian and they grappled upwards.

Damian didn't know how but he was suddenly in one of Jason's safe houses, Jason sat him down on his couch and took off his own mask then Damian's. Seeing Damians green emerald eyes red and puffy from crying.

"Hey, demon spawn are you ok?" Jason's voice wasn't like the others in his family. It wasn't filled with fake softness and pitty. It was harsh and demanding but still worried. Damian looked up and meet his eyes. He liked Jason. He knew how to talk to him, how to get through his defenses. And he knew what Damian had been through. He knew how it was living with the league of assassins and he knew how it was to kill. His eyes where a deep blue and were reassuring. Damian leaned his head forward and rested it on Jason's shoulder as he now sat in front of him. Jason didn't say anything more and just started stroking his hair. Jason was the only one who didn't expect anything from him. Who just let him be him. "Okey demon, let's get you out of that suit and into a shower. Jason tried to stand up but Damian grabbed his leather jacket and Jason looked down at him. "What?" Damian waited as he felt himself get embarrassed.

"I want you." It wasn't louder than a whisper but it was all Jason needed. He bent down and lifted Damian's chin with his hand looking into those emerald eyes. He leaned forward and put a passionate kiss on Damian's lips. Damian leaned into it, feeling Jason's warm breath mix with his own. Jason lifted Damian up and Damian locked his legs around Jason's waist. They kissed as Jason walked over to the bed in the other room.