The Love of a Man

I stood in front of a huge wooden door surrounded by sad grey bricks. before I could knock the door swung open. "Who are you?" A small boy who couldn't have been older, then 12, peeked his head out and looked me up and down. "I'm Calliope, you can just call me Calli though." I tried to look approachable, but it was hard to do when you're wearing Amazonian armour. Mother said this was a business thing, so I needed to look like business. "Ohh!" The boys' wide green eyes sparkled, "Come in!" he turned his head as they opened the door wider. "She's here!" he screamed through the seemingly empty house. summoned by the boys' voice, two dogs came running down the hall with two men in toe. One of which I knew to be Bruce and the other I guessed must have been d**k, his eldest son. "Hello, Calliope," Bruce stood before me taller by nearly two feet. His hair had grey streaks running through it, and his skin was marred by scars and age. "Just Calli," I shook his and looked to the guy next to him. "d**k," he held out his hand with a smile. "Hi," I smiled. "And I'm Damien," the small one proudly announces. "it's nice to meet you too." Two more boys came into the room arguing about something. "You're being f**k wit!" the taller one with a stripe of white hair at his hairline rolled his eyes and groaned. "Bruce, Jason crashed the bat bike again." The one with curly Brown hair glared at his brother. "Boys, say hello to Calli." Bruce interjected, both their eyes were drawn to me. "Nice to meet you," Tim flashed a smile while Jason just looked me up and down before giving me a nod of acknowledgement. I instantly hated Jason, his arrogant stance and calculating eyes. "So, uh, did you want me to start training straight away?" I asked looking around. "You can settle first, then d**k can begin training you tomorrow." Bruce made eye contact with each if the boys before speaking, "I expect you alm to be on your next behaviour, I have to go for a whole but I will be in touch and I will be back. Calli I hope to get to know you but it will have to later rather than sooner." He sighed before leaving. "So..." I looked around at the four pairs of eyes staring at me like I was ab alien. Well I kinda was, but. "Your room is this way," Damien grabbed my hand and dragged me back through the lobby and up a flight of stairs. I followed him until he stopped at the end of the first hallway. Each oak door was carved with intricate designs and bejewelled with crystal door knobs. "This one is yours," he pointed to the one if the left, "This one is mine," he pointed to the one across from mine. "and this one is mine," I jumped when I realised Jason had followed us, turning around I saw him open the door down from mine and went in. "And the one across from his is dicks." Damien finished. "Cool," I opened the door and stepped inside my new room. To one side was a lounge area with a L shaped leather couch and huge high definition TV. on the other side was a vanity with make up and accessories. Next it was a door that led to a walk in wardrobe with so many different kinds of clothes, gowns, jeans, silk dresses and armoured vests. Through the last door which were double sliding doors was a canopy bed with sheer curtains draping from the ceiling. "Wow," I sat down. "Yeah father likes to go all out, he had the family architect and interior designer work on this for like a month. I told them you probably wouldn't like pink, I remembered." He smiled proudly and Callie thought for a second. She remembered a couple years ago when she met batman for the first time with wounderwomen. Damien was even smaller then. He'd offered her the pink lolly pop because she was a girl. She told him that just because she was a girl it didn't mean she liked pink the most. She preferred blue. Which was reflected in the colour scheme of her room, it was blue, black, white and silver. The curtains on the floor to ceiling windows were royal blue and the carpet was a deep navy blue, almost black. her bed sheets were white silk. She loved the way the room looked. but it didn't feel like it was hers. "Damien?" she asked and he looked up at her. "Yes?" "You know what I've always wanted to do, but I don't know how?" "What?" Damien asked with a twinkle in his eyes. "I've never jumped on a bed before, at thymascara we onlying had think mattresses on the floor." "Oh, well how about I teach you?" Damien got up and stood on my bed holding his hand out for me to take. "Let me change into something more comfortable first." I ran to the wardrobe and put on a singlet and pajama bottoms. "OK," I hopped up on the plush bed and stood next to Damien, "What's next?" Damien took my hands and began jumping, and I followed suit. soon, we were breathlessly laughing as we fell down on the matress. "I was told you were a warrior princess." A voice came from the door way. I jumped up and stood by the bed to see Jason standing in the doorway smirking. "I am, that dosent mean I can't have fun with your little brother." I scoffed as I rolled my eyes. However I couldn't ignore the bubbling feeling I got when I realised he'd been watching me. As I stared him down I realised he was wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. "You're just jealous brother," Damien boasted as he jumped from the bed. "You're so right little monster," Jason's eyes locked on mine as he spoke the sentence, "I wish I was the one rolling around on a bed with her." the weight if those words made my knees weak. Damien, oblivious to the innuendo continued talking, "Yeah well maybe if you ask nicely she'll let you," He walked out of the room. I felt my face burn with the thought, and I watched as Jason smirked, happy to make me uncomfortable. "f**k off," I hissed at him. "Glady," he chuckled as he left the room. *** later on that first night I couldn't sleep. Whenever I couldn't sleep at home I would ride my horse along the beach, smell the salty air and most the time go for a night time swim. But in gothem there's not a beach for miles, or a horse. I found myself in the kitchen sifting through the contents of the freezer. "Watcha doing?" I whirled around and found my self toe to toe with Jason. His dark eyes boring into mine. "I...Er.. I couldn't sleep." my breath escaped me. All I could think of was how close he was to me, his chest inches from mine, his lips so close to my own. And the silence of the sleeping house, there was no one else around. Nothing to deflect to or distract with. "Why can't you sleep little princess?" He mocked me, his head lowered as he looked down at me. "Don't patronise me," I scoffed. "I'm not, your highness," he smirked, his stupid lips entranced me. they looked soft, kissable. I didn't realise that I'd leant in until he began to too. His lips were barely a hairs width from mine before he spoke, "Do you want this?"