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Older Than My Years [V2]	By : stix Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Tim fell against a wall, dodging a metal pipe aimed for his head. He punched the goon in the stomach and took off down the alley where he came face to face with another pipe. He flipped onto his back, groaning from the pain. The two goons walked up to him and one struck him on the side with the pipe. He screamed in pain and rolled onto his hands and knees, trying to get up. He was struck again in the back, his head flinging backwards, yelling from the pain. He fell to the ground and was kicked and hit with the pipe, puking up blood he still attempted to get up.

“Say good night.” The goon said, raising his pip to deliver one final blow.

“Good Night.” Came a sweet yet dark voice from the shadows.

A metal line grabbed around the man’s hand and yanked the pipe from his grasp. Cassandra jumped down, kicking the other man in the head and swipe kicking the other. They fell against trashcans and groaned, getting up staring at the young woman. She punched one goon in the face and grabbed the other by the collar, throwing him into the dumpster near Tim and closing the lid.

Tim opened his eyes slowly, watching the movement of her cape.

“Batgirl?” He asked, feeling her hand move to his face. He passed out.

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Tim awoke to a grunting pain; he held his side and rolled over a bit.

“Cassandra?” He said louder than he should have.

“Ssh…you sleep.” She whispered, brushing some hair from his face, feeling for forehead.

“What are you doing here? Did Batman…”

“Yes…and no.” She said, covering him with a blanket and standing up.

Tim opened his eyes, she was blurry at first but once he focused on her, he smiled. She had cut her hair and looked the way she did when she first came to them. He held his hand out and she grabbed it lightly.

“I want to sit up.” He said, having her help him sit up.

Cassandra took a seat on the edge of the bed, handing him a warm cup of juice. He sipped at it, cringing from the taste and the pain in his head and body. She handed him two pills and urged him to take them.

“Cassandra, why…”

“To protect you.”

“Because he thinks I can’t handle it?”

“Yes and no.”

“You’re beginning to sound like him, just give me an answer.”

“I protect you and help you.” She said with a faint smile, caressing his face.

“Right. I don’t need help.”

“Now you sound like him.”

“I’m nothing like him.” He said, swatting away her hand.

Cassandra pulled back and placed her hand on her lap looking down.

“I am sorry.” She said quietly

“For what?”

“Stephanie, you must blame him.”

“Yes and no.”

Tim handed her the cup and swung his legs over, they hurt as they touched the ground. Cassandra moved to help him up but he refused.

“Don’t touch me. I can do it.”

She stood nearby incase he couldn’t, be he was determined and he was able to stand. He walked slowly to the kitchen and ran the water, feeling it on his fingers and then splashing some on his face.

“It’s late, you should sleep.” He told her, as she approached.

“It’s not late enough.”

“Cassandra…”

“Tim.”

Tim sighed and walked back into his room, laying back on the bed.

“Tomorrow I’m getting out of bed and you can’t stop me from patrolling.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” He drifted off to sleep, his last moments thinking about Cassandra as she watched over him.

She tucked some hair behind her ear and walked around the apartment, Bruce had paid for it and given them whatever they needed, it was large and roomy. She came into the library and saw all the books, looking down she couldn’t help but feel a little helpless, she had to rely on Tim for reading and writing, just as he had to rely on her pure brute force.

She picked up a stack of books and headed over to the couch, sitting down cross-legged and picking up a random one, turning to the first page and attempted to read the words.

She eventually fell asleep, clutching a book to her chest.

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“Rise and shine.” Tim said tapping her on the head.

She yawned and opened her eyes, Tim was standing up using no help to hold himself. She got up and tossed the book onto the table, stretching, making her shirt rise up to show a considerable amount of mid-drift.

She headed to the kitchen with Tim and both made breakfast, neither were good cooks so they laughed at their mistakes. Tim stopped and watched her as she rinsed the dishes.

“It was her choice, I couldn’t blame him.” He said, looking at his empty plate.

Cassandra turned around and touched his back lightly.

“He could have…done something…”

“It was out of his hands.” She replied, moving her hand to his hair and lightly fluffing it.

“Do you love him?”

Cassandra stopped and pulled away, going back to her dishes. She didn’t answer.

“Guess that’s a yes.” He mumbled, picking his plate up and putting it in the sink, leaning in on her.

His hands rested on her waist, face nuzzled her neck.

“Tim, stop.” Cassandra warned, turning the water off and drying her hands.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized and took his seat again, holding his head in his hands. “I need time…I can’t cry for Steph, not after I lost my dad and so many others.”

“It is under…under…” She tried to remember the word but was stuck.

“Understandable.” He said, making her nod. “I just need to get over it, but…I can’t.”

“I will help you.” She said with a calm smile, touching his shoulder.

“Thanks.”

They sat at the table and stared at each other for a few minutes before their phone rang. Looking at the phone then back at one another, Tim got up and answered it.

“Hey Babs.” He said nodding to Cassandra who stood up and walked over to him.

Barbara told them about a heist taking place in the national bank on the corner street at 12 am. She had picked up a signal from a cell phone and listened in on the whole conversation, she wanted them to come by her place to get briefed.

Barbara was their main source of intelligence in the city. She found out what was going on and when, Tim believed that with Cassandra there they wouldn’t rely on her so much. He was glad Cass had come to Bludhaven with him, not to mention she wasn’t seeing Bruce as much and he didn’t have to cover his ears when they were in his room doing God knows what.

They arrived at Barbara’s place, making sure not to trip on stray wires as they entered. She told them who was going to be there and what they might have on them. Tim took mental notes and looked at the schematics of the bank, Cassandra busied herself looking at Bab’s old batgirl costume. She glanced over at Tim and smiled, he was still injured and was willing to go out and fight, he had heart and she had to love him for it.

Tim was the first to leave, wanting to get a good scope of the area. He told Cassandra he’d call her for backup when needed, she wanted to go but he told her to stay. He was more and more like Batman, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Cassandra ended up sitting with Oracle watching the security cameras.

She had forgotten about the costume and still held it in her hand. Oracle noticed and smiled.

“You like it?”

Cassandra looked down and handed it to her, nodding a little.

“Maybe you should wear it tonight, it hasn’t gone out in ages, needs the air.”

Cassandra smiled as Oracle handed it back to her. She quickly went and changed, putting her hair in a pony tail, making it stick out a little. Oracle called her and told her Tim needed her, she departed, ready to fight as Batgirl.

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“Ooof!” Tim said as he was struck in the stomach and leaned against a wall.

He kicked the guy in the side and punched him in the face, having the guy fall backwards onto the ground. Men surrounded Tim as he called in for Batgirl.

“Where is she when you need her?” he muttered to himself, holding his aching side.

Batgirl showed up not a minute too late and pummeled the guys, while Tim was still trying to regain his strength. She grabbed one of the men’s arms and tossed him into another guy, kicking both into a closet and locking it. She jumped up onto a counter and swung a leg, hitting the leader in the jaw, he flew backwards and landed at Tim’s feet. Tim cuffed him and stood up, looking around the room where bodies were littered everywhere.

“Good job…ba…t…girl…” He said slowing down as she turned, wearing Oracle’s old uniform.

He couldn’t stop staring at her as the police were arriving. She took his hand and the two left out the top of the bank. She stood on the roof and looked down, watching the police escort the men away. Tim stood behind her watching her and not the activities going on below.

“You look good…I mean…You’ve always looked good it’s just…” He stumbled with his words and she turned around smiling at him a little.

He blushed and scratched his head, “You showed up just in time, maybe next time you’ll just come along.”

“Dynamic duo.” She said, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss.

Tim was shocked as she fought for dominance in his mouth, his hands loosly draped on her waist.

“Robin? Batgirl? Come in.” Oracle’s headphone buzzed.

Cassandra pulled away from the stunned Tim and answered it.

“We got them.” She replied and nodded as Oracle said a few things.

“You need to get looked at.” She said, pointing at a few blood spots on the ground.

He nodded and shot a grappling hook at the same time she did and they both went back to their hideout/home.

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“Ow! Man watch it!” Tim said, scrunching his face from the pain.

“Stop moving.” Cassandra complained, finishing wrapping Tim.

She sighed with relief and leaned back to examine her work, her eyes working across his body.

“Why’d you kiss me?” He asked randomly, pulling his pants off and changing into sweats.

“I wanted to.” She answered with a shrug picking up his and her costume and placing it in a safe place; she’d have to return Oracle’s costume later.

“But why?”

“Do I need a reason?”

“Yes. You’re like with Bruce and you’re kissing me…”

Cassandra shrugged and apologized for the kiss, she turned her back to him, rummaging through the cabinets, pulling out a glass and filling it with water.

Tim sighed and rolled off of the bed. He made his way to Cassandra, wrapping his arms around her stomach and pulling her close. He kissed her earlobe and cheek.

“Don’t apologize.” He whispered, softly caressing her bare skin under her shirt.

Cassandra gulped and felt his hand work its way up her shirt, resting on a naked breast. He slowly massaged it with his palm, making her exhale loudly. His left hand snaked its way into her shorts and panties, feeling her wetness forming.

She slowly inched her legs apart as she felt him slip a finger inside her, slowly pushing in and out. He kissed her neck and shoulder, still massaging her breast. Tim pushed his thumb against her clit, making her jump up a little, a small moan escaping her lips.

“We can’t.” She breathed, closing her eyes. “Steph…”

“You said you want to help me get over her.”

“Bruce…”

“He’s not here.”

She nodded as he pushed in another finger, teasing her clit with his thumb. She leaned back gently against him, moaning softly. He slowly worked her, feeling her juices coat his fingers, his erection pressing against her backside.

He leaned her forward, her hands resting on the table tops as he pushed down her shorts and panties, admiring the view. He pulled his gray sweats down, releasing his enlarged member. Coating himself with her juices he slowly pushed in, holding onto her waist as she slid forward a little.

Cassandra moaned, tilting her head back. He started to pump into her, slow at first and then speeding up. Cassandra gripped onto his hand, moaning as he thrusted, filling her completely. He held himself in her for a moment before stroking inside her heat a few time and holding himself again.

He pulled out and adjusted himself, making her spread her legs further as he pushed in again. Cassandra rested her head on the cold tiled counter as he roughly pumped into her.

Tim grunted and leaned forward, wincing from some pain as his chest touched her back. He slammed into her roughly, feeling the need for her to scream his name. His hand gripped tightly onto her waist, leaving little red finger marks when he moved it to fondle her breasts under her shirt.

Cassandra moved her head to the side, moaning loudly and crying his name out softly. He stopped and pulled out, despite her protests. Turning her around, he lifted her onto the counter and pushing himself back inside her, his mouth hungrily devouring her breast. She head his head to her chest, slowly grinding with him, her lips parted as she moaned.

He grabbed onto her backside and pulled her to him, pushing all of him into her and holding her. They panted a little before he began all over, pushing roughly and deeply into her. She gripped onto his back, digging her nails into him, he winced from the pain but grunted as her walls tightened against him.

“Cassandra.” He groaned, pushing deep into her and feeling her release over him.

She tilted her head back, hitting the cupboard and cried his name out, breathing heavily as he still thrusted into her. He moved a hand to her breast and massaged it, while sucking on the forgotten one. Their groans and moans echoed throughout their place, their sex spilling onto the counter.

Tim grunted and stroked inside her a few times before pulling out and spilling his load onto the counter between them. He pulled her in and both rested, panting heavily. His head was on her chest, hers resting on his head, warms tangled in each other.

Tim helped Cassandra off of the counter a few minutes later and both cleaned up their mess. Cassandra felt a little sore as she walked Tim back to his bed. Telling him he needed to rest. He pulled her in for a kiss before drifting off to sleep. Cassandra went and showered, feeling the warm water wash over her sore spots.

She walked out, redressed in another pair of the same kind of shorts and tank top, watching Tim sleep restlessly. She smiled and went to her own room, closing the door slightly and crawling into bed.

Never had she felt so excited when she was with him, it was like he was desperately trying to compete with Bruce, and she had to admit he was getting there. She smiled as she went to sleep, cuddling with the yellow teddy bear Bruce had won for her.
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