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Joys of Fatherhood	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“He’s not your kid, is he? I mean…you and *Talia*?” Robin smirked under his black domino and crossed his arms over his chest when Batman turned to look at him. The man had a look on his face the teen easily recognized. “I’m just *curious*.”

“She said Damian was my child. There was a time, Tim…*one* time.”

Robin nodded, still grinning, “What do you think about the kid?”

“He’s well trained, but he’s not in control of his emotions…his rage…he’s a--”

“Brat?”

“Yes,” Bruce smiled and adjusted the fully stocked utility belt he had just slung around his hips. He double checked all the compartments and then Tim’s matching gauntleted hand was on the man’s wrist, pausing his movement.

“Does this…does this change…*us*,” he asked worried.

The man looked up at him, half of his face hidden behind the black of his cowl, he smirked at the teen, eliciting a small giggle from his partner. “It doesn’t Tim…if you still want this.”

“Well…I do…but I just thought you wouldn’t have time for *this* anymore with a kid and all.”

“Damian could never replace you.”

Tim suddenly placed his hands on the man’s sides, just above his belt and pulled him in closer. “That’s because Damian can’t do *this* with you.” Robin propped himself onto his toes so he could kiss the man, Bruce didn’t fight at all, just slid his hands under Tim’s cape to the curve of his ass and squeezed.

Tim whimpered into his mouth and kissed hungrily, licking back and forth in the man’s mouth, their tongues finding each other. The teen quickly undid the belt Batman had just put on and slid his gloved hand past the man’s jock to warm skin he could barely feel under the leather.

“Aren’t you going to take you glove off?” The smirk was pure Bruce, playboy Bruce, the kind of guy who would act slightly tipsy at a party and brush his hand across a woman’s breast just for show.

Tim removed his hand and clamped on the middle finger of the glove with his teeth, allowing him to pull his hand out of the fitting piece of leather. His nimble fingers found their way back down to the previous position and he moaned feeling the hardened member.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” Tim purred, kissing the man again, rubbing with his occupied hand playfully.

The man’s breath hitched around Tim’s mouth and he pulled the teen closer. “We should--”

The sudden call of ‘father’ broke both vigilantes away from the task they had occupied themselves with. Damian seemed to come out of nowhere and stood only a few feet away from the two men. Tim blushed all the way up to his domino and suddenly remembered where his hand was; he pulled it out and rubbed it against his thigh.

Bruce however did not remove his hands planted on Tim’s ass, as if Damian could see with the teen’s cape blocking the way. “Damian,” the man said, tone lingering on immense anger. Tim settled his head on Batman’s collarbone trying to calm himself and make the blush disappear.

“Father, I demand to know why you think I should be locked away ups--what are you doing?”

“*Damian*.”

“First you mistreat me and now I find you fooling around with a mongrel *whore*,” Tim’s eyes shot open at the insult, “…cheating on mother!”

“Damian! You will *not* speak like that in my house, nor will you talk that way about Tim. You *will* apologize to him and then you *will* go back to your room.”

“No! Why should I apologize to a harlot?” Damian crossed his arms across his chest and let out a small huff.

Batman was already away from Tim and standing in front of Damian before the teen vigilante really even realized it. “You will apologize if I have to choke it out of you.” He brought his cowled face down low, in Damian’s face, every word was growled out between clenched teeth. “And you will listen to me or I’ll ship you back to your mother in a *crate*.”

“Father, you wouldn’t.”

“I will if you don’t behave.”

The child looked towards Tim who had seemed to thoroughly find his composure and stepped closer towards the two Waynes. Bruce glanced at him, then back to his young son. Damian huffed before finally saying, “I apologize for calling you a mongrel, Timothy.” He looked at his father as if he was done, but the man let out one growl. “And for calling you a *whore* and *harlot*.”

Tim laughed out loudly, it wasn’t a real apology but he would accept just to get the kid out of the Cave. “Back to your room. *Now*,” Batman let out, watching the child turn on his heel and stomp all the way back up to the Manor.

When he knew Damian was gone, he looked back over at Tim, who was holding a hand over his mouth from the laughter. “Tim--”

“I’ve been called a whore before, but never a *mongrel* whore…or a harlot.” He took away his hand and smiled at the man, it seemed to calm him down and he made his way back into the teen’s space.

“How can he be my child?”

“Black hair, blue eyes, natural fighter…but he acts like his mother,” Tim squinted behind the lenses of the domino and suddenly pulled the man closer. “In a few years, he may also gain your dashing good looks.”

Bruce kissed him as an apology, but he also didn’t want to hear about how much Damian *was* his child. Robin hummed and pulled away with a wicked grin. “So you wanna…?” The teen winked and traveled his hands across the man’s chest.

Bruce sighed under the cowl, “I’m not in much of a mood anymore.”

“Yeah…me either…,” Tim sighed too, and let go of Bruce. He walked towards the man’s belt and handed it to him when he followed after the teen. Bruce put it back on without saying anything, Tim watched, saddened that his fun had been ruined by the brat child.

“Hey,” the man ran his hand over Tim’s bare cheek and pulled him into a small, chaste kiss. “Maybe later tonight, we could…continue…hopefully uninterrupted. I’ll lock the door.”

“What if he suddenly decides he wants to sleep in your bed,” Tim spat out, frustrated.

“I’ll tie him to a chair.”

Tim giggled and wrapped his arms around the man’s thick waist, “That could work, or we could drug him. He’ll be out for hours.”

Bruce threw out a bat-smirk and nuzzled Tim’s neck. “Whatever works. I need to go back out.”

“I know.”

“Keep Damian in check for me?”

“Of course, but I warn you, I may be inclined to use force, when necessary.”

Bruce quickly pecked the teen on the lips, “Whatever you have to do.”
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