Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

He had his father's stature and built making him almost a miniature copy of the fierce CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Though the tint of his skin and the sharp emeralds of his eyes whispered of someone else. Camilla Carlisle frowned as she looked at the boy who had become her friend, Damain Wayne was full of secrets, but someday she'd know everything there was to know about the fierce passionate seventeen year old. He was like a complex puzzle of which she was slowly but surely collecting the pieces to. ... Whenever Tim got caught up in those chocolate brown eyes it seemed to take him a moment longer to pull away. Carston's thick blonde hair was always neat but he felt the urge to run his fingers through it. And his laugh? Oh dear Gotham his laugh. It was the one sound that could be described as pure perfection, and if he could bottle it up and get drunk on it every night, he would. Carston Summers was a distraction. Carston Summers was a he. ... Jason Todd was different. He seemed both charming and uncaring. He gave off this energy when he smiled and she couldn't help but wonder how many long nights that smile had earned him. How many girls had fallen under the spell of the notorious Jason Todd? Despite not knowing him very long she liked to think she knew a thing or two about the man before her. He was fake. .... Aged up batbrothers Mostly Damian Wayne HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 IN DAMIANXOC #24 IN BATBROTHERS #4 IN JASONTODDXOC #19 IN BATBROTHERS #36 IN NIGHTWING