234. Damian is a complete man-whore as soon as he hits puberty, both in high school and among all the teenage superheroes. He received numerous death threats from Wally West, Jaime Reyes and several Gotham nuns from Colin’s orphanage. Bruce was horrified that his son was the Teen Titans’ “bike” and had him tested to make sure he didn’t get his with sex pollen. Jason was so proud that someone upheld their family reputation, since Tim wasn’t going to keep it up anytime soon.
Dick didn’t know if whether to feel pity or amusement for Bruce. Sure he had rumors, gotten a couple of calls friends both in and out of the superhero community. But to walk in on your son and his, well Dick had yet to figure out who the second person was. All he new that it was male and Bruce was not happy.
There stood Bruce in all his 6’5” rage and glory, his Batman glare in full force pointed at his youngest son.
For his part 16 year old Damian Wayne seem unaffected by all this. After his father had walked in on it, Damian had scooted his boyfriend? lover? booty call? out the door and called Dick saying that it would probably behoove him for Dick to be there when his father confronted him. Now he sat lounging on the couch, his night pants hanging dangerously low, on purpose Dick was sure. His ebony locks rough from his late night activities.
“Damian,” Bruce began then sighed and stopped. Dick was amused at Bruce’s complete lack of knowledge on what to say. Dick sighed, when he had went thought this stage he was living with the Titans, and sure, he had experimented but had made a point to keep it from Bruce. Jason had been more brazen but Bruce knew Jay had started long before he’d even come to the manor. And Tim, despite being proposition by several people, Dick was sure his little brother wanted to remain a virgin as long as he could. Bruce had never really had to deal with any of his older son’s sex lives. But Damian had broken the mold,again.
Dick watched as Bruce tried to open his mouth to start the conversation but it just reminded Dick of a fish out of water.
Laughter could be heard coming in from the hallway. Dick couldn’t help the bristling feel he always got whenever he saw Jason Todd and Tim Drake together. Dick knew he was partially responsible for the bond that had been formed between the two replaced Robins. And often he knew that Stephanie would hang out with the two. But it didn’t help the irking sensation he felt. it should have been him down in the cave with Tim, before he had donned the cowl it would have been.
Jason walked in his coal hair reflecting blue highlights in the morning sun. His blue tank plastered to his chest and his black sweats slipping every few steps down on his hips. Tim wasn’t much better his onyx hair catching rays of grey highlights and his grey tank plastered to his chest and tucked into white basketball shorts.
“Whoa,” Tim muttered noticing the tension in the room, “what’d we miss?” Tim quietly rested on the arm of the couch that currently housed the youngest member of the Wayne family. Jason flopped next to Damian with a grin Dick knew meant that Jason was up to no good.
“Hey Baby Bat, what you’d do to get daddy bat’s patent bat glare. I’m usually the one on the receiving end of it. Personally looks like you had a very good night.” Jason said his hand going into Damian’s hair a musing it more. Shrugging, sharing a identical conspiratorial grin Damian replied, “I did.”
“And what about the other person who left that?” Jason asked pointed a what looked like a bruise just under the color of Damian’s green t-shirt. “He sounded like he enjoyed himself.” Damian said not missing a beat, refusing to let his older brother embarrass him. “Your first?” Jason asked. Dick had to blink, the way they spoke was too at ease. As if none of this was really that big of a surprise to Jason. “Please, do I look like Drake?” Damian snorted. “Hey!” Tim cried. “Quiet baby bird, we’re in an interrogation. Are you being safe? Do we need to explain mechanics, get supplies, pull out the dolls?” Jason asked. “No, you were quiet through the last time we had this conversation.” Damian said sitting up. “You gave him a sex talk?” Bruce roared, “When?” Damian looked at his father as if he were stupid for asking, “When I was 12.”
“12!”
Dick had to admit he was surprised. Why hadn’t he thought of that?
“Someone had to, I knew you and Dick were eager to, Bruce.” Jason said with a slight shrug. “This is your influence!” Bruce cried pointing at Jason. “Mine?!” Jason said looking generally surprised and put out. “You, you, turned him into a man-whore!” Bruce yelled. “Please; Damian if following in a long tradition in this family. If it helps I gave Steph and Cass the same talk. Turns out I was too lake with Steph but Cass seemed like she was grateful to get somethings cleared up.” Jason said standing up. “It was very helpful father.” Damian said defending Jason’s sometime unorthodox big brothering. “But, you’re, your,” Bruce sputtered, “this morning with Collin,”
“Collin! You finally went for it!” Jason cheered. This finally had Damian blushing and Dick knew this information was important. He moved to perch himself on the desk across from his brothers. “Wait, is Collin different?” Dick asked his eyebrow raising. “Think, Babs, Lynx, Donna level.” Jason said with a smile. “Really? Those are some high standards.” Dick whistled leaning in. “He’ll exceed them.” Damian said with a grin. Jason laughed as did Tim ruffling Damian’s hair despite the scowl Damian shot at him.
“But, but, he’s too…” Bruce started. “Master Bruce as I’ve told all the boys, age is all relative in our lives. There’s a very real chance that any of the young sirs could be dead tomorrow.” Alfred said coming in with everyone’s breakfast. “Again.” Jason muttered, “If Master Damian has felt a deep connection with a significant other she should feel free to express it. He’s young and being safe, you’ve checked in for every possible toxin, pollen. poison, and drug possible. And Master Collin is very different from the others.”
“He’s the bike of the Titans and Young Justice.” Bruce sputtered. “A physical manifestation of deep respect and friendship for my teammates.” Damian said smoothly. “Nice Dami,” Jason laughed, “I always just said I enjoyed sex.”
