Look My Way

Chapter 3: Looking for a Way

Damian's POV:

I'm upgrading the Bat Mobil since Father is too preoccupied with some Justice League mission. Right now, I am located under the vehicle with my back on the floor and fixing the sound mechanism. It is quiet around me as Pennyworth is out to buy grocery, Drake is hunting for his stupid love, Todd is at a loud concert with his love, and Beloved run away somewhere. I have the whole mansion and cave all to myself, with the exception of all my beastly friends.

Suddenly, I hear two motorbikes coming inside the cave as it echoes throughout the place. Not wanting to look impolite, I slide myself out under the Bat Mobil and start cleaning my hands with a clean cloth. I stand to see Grayson and Drake parking their bike next to the other vehicles.

"Welcome back, Belo...," I stop myself as soon as possible and correct my mistake, "...Grayson, Drake."

Grayson smiles at me with his sparkly smile that only he can and could accomplish. I could only stare in awe and love that my cheek feels like it is burning red. My Beloved and I are in love, but he does not wish to share our relationship to everyone or anyone. He believes our love is illegal because of our age difference and relationship as brothers. In the end of it all, I am ready to reveal our forbidden love if I must.

"Lil'D we need your help," Grayson says, breaking my train of thoughts. I realize I been staring at my Beloved for too long that I forgot about Drake being here.

However, Drake did not seem to notice anything since he too seem to be in his own train of thoughts. He stands further from me and seemed to be hiding behind Grayson and out of my sight. I walk pass my Beloved and stand tall in front of Drake. He was too caught up in his head that he did not notice me until I insulted him, "You look like an idiot, Drake. Did you finally realize that your face is too ugly to look at?"

Drake flinch a little from realizing that I had come closer to him. Grayson followed from behind me with enough distance that I could walk two steps back if Drake swings at me from anger. My insult didn't even go through Drake's empty, thick skull...or is it too full that nothing is going through.

With this in mind, I curiously ask, "What's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Drake answers, which pisses me off.

Grayson seem to know the situation and actually answers my question, "Like I said. We need your help. No, not help. More of advice."

I look at Drake again and then at my Beloved. I cautiously ask, "What kind of advice?"

"I take it back," Drake suddenly says as he breaks from his silence, "I don't need his advice. I'll...I'll just do what I can."

This got me more confuse and curious. Drake starts walking back to his motorcycle, but Grayson stops him from his tracks. Grayson quickly grabs Drake by the arm with enough force that might leave a bruise. What the hell is happening that my Beloved is wasting his time on Drake?

"Timmy stop," Grayson says with authority, which he rarely uses, "It is true that he has the least experience and rarely shows when it comes to love in the whole family. But you and I know that he is smart and truthful to his words. His advice might be useless but let's hear him out for a bit."

"Hey," I retaliate, "I am standing right here!"

They look at me with Grayson giving me another smile and Drake finally giving in with a sigh. I fold and crisscross my arm in front of me to see what is to come. Drake makes the first move and stands in front of me. I give him a glare, but he ignores it to ask, "Can you promise me that you won't make fun of me?"