Unwanted

7

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

   Both males look at the door. They weren't expecting anyone, nor did they think the Batclan would bother them yet. Dick grabbed an escirma stick and quietly opened the door.

   "Dickeybird!" Jason Todd sang in his familiar mocking tone. He stood there as Dick glared. "Do I have to ask to come in?" And eyebrow was raised from the shorter, older, man.

   "Just let Todd in Papa," Damian rolled his eyes as he moved to sit on the couch in front of the TV. "What do you want Todd?" Jason only stood in front of Damian. He looked at the tinny person in front of him.

   "I over heard stuff from Bruce," the brunette with a bit of white, sighed. "He asked Super over for help. That day you asked if I was coming over, the one two weeks ago... did you make dinner?" Dick froze. He also remembered that day, but he had to cancel from the beginning. He had a date that night.

   "I cooked a traditional American meal," Damian smiled sadly. "Steak, potatoes, carrots, homemade bread, and butter made from Batcow's milk." He looked at his art book. "I.... never mind it's not important anymore. The past is the past. Mother would be furious if she saw me this weak." The tinny male stood up, brushed invisible dirt off his hoody and jeans, then went to his room. "You know where the door is," the dismissal was loud, clear, and hard to truly ignore. "I'll be in my room Papa."

The door to said room clicked, quietly, shut. Jason looked at the dark oak stained door in shock. "I know what you're thinking. How can he be so cold? Be demonic brat," Dick led the stunned man out of the apartment. "But said brat was raised to be that way. Some things you can't shake from your past. Be it bad memories, or being a hero." Then the door shut.

   The next time the door made noise it was hesitant. This time Damian opened the door, "Drake."

   "Damian," Tim said quietly. It was the middle of the night and all. "Can.... can I come in? I have some questions."

   "If it's about Mr. Wayne," Damian paused letting Tim make whatever connection he wanted. Tim shook his head. "Papa is asleep so try not to wake him. He didn't sleep well last night."

   The door was silently closed as Damian showed the guest into the living-room. Damian went to the kitchen to get another hot chocolate. He finished quickly and handed Tim the grey ceramic cup.

   "I wanted to first say I'm sorry," Tim sighed. "I knew I should have read it. What if you where asking for help, or something." The teen sat the cup on the glass table in front of the couch. "Why did you try to get close to us?"

   "I've.... I had been around Superman's sons. Both of them. Kon-el, before his death, and J-Superboy." The teen looked up and took a deep breath. He needed to calm his nerves down. 'I can do this. I can talk about my feeling without talking bad about someone.' He sighed and looked at his hands since he wasn't calming down as quickly as he wanted. "Both has told me I was to... stick up. To be more open. That even Batman was more open than I was." Tears tried to fall from his eyes. But he was and al Ghul. They do not cry. Crying was for the weak people in the world. "I ask how I should start. They said with family if if was to hard to do it out in the open."

   "I think it's time for you to leave Timmy," A male voice spoke up.

   Both younger males jumped and flushed. One in shame the other in fear. "You're right," Tim's voice was laced with self anger. "And they were right Damian. I wasn't aware then, but I am now. And if you let me... I would love to restart our relationship. From scratch." Then he left, half empty glass of coco still on the table.

   "You did good baby," Dick whispered. "Now it's time for sleep. And don't think I didn't hear you lie to Tim about who didn't sleep last night." That only gained a small giggle from the tired child. "Come on Little D. Bed time!"

-tbc (dundundun!) (Make sure to make that as dramatic as possible!)