The UnTamed

CH 11

He has found nothing. Tim has been searching for the strange girl for three days now. With facial recognition and DNA testing (pulled from Robin's uniform), I found nothing. The relief he felt early on was quickly swept away.

The others were quite overjoyed and amused with the new knowledge of his new female 'friend.' While they wanted to meet, talk, and ask about her, they knew they couldn't because they weren't even supposed to know about her. Now, it amused them to watch Damian disappear because they knew/assumed where he was going.

Tim had yet to share his information on the girl, or lack thereof.

-

"Pretty," Duke said as he was shown a clearer picture of the girl.

"And they kissed," Stephanie cooed

"Oh, Damian had his first kiss," Dick owed like an adoring mother

"That was most definitely not his first kiss," Tim said as he continued to type aggressively on his computer."Our bro was handling that like a pro."

Tim ignored Steph's nudging. "Like father, like son," Jason laughed, tossing his head back.

"I hope not," Dick whispered, no longer feeling such joy, especially at the thought of another Bruce.

Dick remembered his youth and all the women that followed Bruce, the late-night giggling, and the many scandals. Of course, the women and scandals slowed down with each child. Six official children later, Bruce's scandal no longer involved women, at least not in a sexual manner. Now, all his scandals dealt with his kids and parenting, if not business. Dick very much did not want to see Playboy Damian in the tabloids.

"If that's the case, is she Selina or Talia?"

"Neither, I hope." Tim held Stephanie.

-

Damian watched as Asta lay across his bed, reading a book and putting colored tape on a few words as she went. " You're getting better," he said as he looked over her shoulder. She was doing much better but still struggling to pronounce some words or missing them altogether.

"I'm trying. Big words still get me," she says as she closes the book and rolls over to lie on her back. " I'm not a genius -"

"Obviously"

"But-but I'm smart now. Smart enough to survive, at least. Thanks to you." she says as she beckons him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck as he leans over her on his forearms.

"You're welcome." she giggled.

They hadn't spoken about the kiss from a few days back. They hadn't forgotten about it. They elected to simply ignore or not acknowledge it. It happened, and that was that. Or "What happened the other night?"

"what do you mean?" she asked. He lays down with his head on her chest.

"The kiss it was... very intimate and intense. we've never done anything like that before"

"I'm sorry-"

"I liked it. I really liked it ... And I'd like to do it again... please?" he looked up from where his head lay on her chest. She could feel his emotion. He was anxious, feeling worried, but also a bit excited and eager. She recognized it as an emotion he felt when he wanted a kiss. Rolling them over, Asta was on top of him, straddling him, and leaning down, she gave him a soft peck.

"Another," he whispers. She smiles against his lips.

He chases, having his tongue trace her lips before slipping past. She could taste that morning's orange juice on his tongue. He could probably taste the apple she stole this morning. His hands moved from her waist to her back, pulling her closer. She pulled away slightly to catch her breath. Asta giggles as she feels his joy.

He did not enjoy her giggles. Grabbing the back of her neck, he rolls over, putting himself on top. He laces his fingers in her hair, pulling her into another kiss, a bit more forceful and aggressive. She held on to his shoulders, holding him closer. Feeling his warmth as it seeps into her skin, asking for the beat of his heart as it beats between their chest. His clothes were their only barrier. It was all so overwhelming. As he pulled away slightly, she whimpered. He stopped.

"I'm- I'm sorry"

"It's okay. I liked it."