Little (Y/n) was never a talkative child to begin with. He was always kind, and happy. No matter what you gave him, he was always satisfied with a little.
But things changed for little (Y/n), once he suffered the lost of his parents, he was now more...
Dream, after dream, that same voice kept saying the same things. Even those same words ketp repeating themselves during the day. Since the other day, but almost a week, and half passed, and this affected (Y/n) to the point of changing who he was.
He talked rarely or saw the boys at the mannor, and he didn't show up that much to his ballet sections.
Everyone found it weird, and strange for (Y/n) to be like this, but Bruce tried to help by saying that was going through some "changes". However, that only made it worse for the boys curiosity.
As (Y/n) walked the streets of Gotham alone again, without talking to Damian or Tim when he left. He decided to go to his ballet session so he could just let it out through dancing. Even though he missed two sessions, ballet was the only thing that helped him go through what he was going. It was like therapy for him.
When he arrived at the ballet place, he went to his locker, put his belongings and changed his clothes to practice.
He got to the dancing room, and saw his teacher evaluating, and guiding a pair. She saw him, and approached him.
"Oh (Y/n), how've you been? You missed two sessions, and didn't warn me honey. Is everything alright?" She said worried while putting her glasses up her nose bridge.
"Yeah, I'm sorry Miss, I was too caught up in my business that didn't warn anyone..." (Y/n) laughed nervously, while he scratched the back of his neck.
"You better, now as a punishment I'm going to change your dance for today's session, I want to try somethings with you." She said while taking noted on her clipboard.
"No problem, Miss." He then was going to warm up but she stopped him
"Oh, and by the way... Your family are on the hall, they want to see how you perfom."
This took him so off guard that he almost choked in his own spit, but he nodded, and maintained his composure.
(Y/n) studied his choreography, and practiced some moves to memorize them. When it was his moment, the teacher turn on his respective music,
Both him, and his partner began to dance, and express a new feeling, and mood on the room that (Y/n) never displaid while dancing.
Lust...
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and seduction.
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Dick, Tim, and Damian, saw the entire dance while they watched from the window that was on the door in the hall, they stood un awe at they saw a new part of (Y/n), they never thought it existed.
However, Damian found himself with a bit of difficulty, trying to look away. In which he failed, and succumbed to it.
(Y/n) finished his dance, with a round of applause. He scanned the room, and saw the three boys running out of the window.
"Marvelous perfomance, (Y/n), I knew you were perfect for this." She capped, and smiled.
"Thanks." He smiled widely, and ended his session.
He packed his stuff, and went outside, only to meet the three boys on the hall. They stood up from the couch they were sitting in, (Y/n) was going to pass right through them, but Dick stopped him.
"Where do you think your going Mister?" He asked while holding his shoulder.
"To the manor, alone." (Y/n) said monotone, without looking at the boys, trying to get Dick's grip off.
"Then come with us." Shrugged Tim, not picking up the serious mood that it was being built. "Here, I'll carry you bag." Tim approached (Y/n) to get his bag, but he opposed.
"It's fine, I'm going to walk alone." He backed away, and decided to take another route, but this time, Damian was the one to stop him.
"Can you at least tell us what's wrong with you? You don't wake up early to go to school with us, you don't even want to hang with us, and you don't want to even say a word to us. Your not even looking at us!" Damian raised his voice with frustration.
(Y/n) looked at them, and then stared at the floor.
"It's not you guys, it's me... Look, I just need some time alone!" (Y/n) walked towards the exit, Dick, and Tim, blocking his way, but he pushed right trough them.
"How many times are you going to keep running away? Don't you see your not the only one hurting because of whatever it is that your going through?" Said Dick.
"You guys don't understand, this is hard to process!" (Y/n) shouted, and clenched his fist, noticing that his phone was in his hands, and he crushed it. He threw it out, and walked away, the boys looked surprised at the strength the younger held.
When he arrived at the manor, he ran to his room, closed his door, and slid down it.
"Your so stupid!" He said with his hands in his head. "Your not only hurting yourself, but your hurting those who approach to you by just getting closer..."
"Can't you see that your a rose, dear?"
"Huh..?" (Y/n) checked around the room with his eyes if there was a person with him, but he didn't find anyone.
"Behind all your difficulties your hiding your real beauty, making those around you curious, and hurting them with your thorns of hardships..."
"That voice..." He said remembering the voice of his dream.
