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The manor came into view for a brief second before it disappeared behind trees. Robin set the R-cycle to auto pilot as they approached the cave entrance. The R-cycle started slowing down as soon as it entered the cave before coming to a stop at Robin's parking spot for his cycle. He let go of the handlebars and patiently waited for Peter to let go.

Peter slowly released Robin from his hold. His face was still flushed slightly, a tinge of red in his cheeks. "Wow, that was...amazing!" He said, throwing his hands in the air in exhilaration. He looked around, "You live in a cave?" He asked, his eyes slowly adjusting to the lighting. The place didn't look like any cave he knew, it had strange flat screens and technology he had never seen before.

"I live in the cave's attic" Robin said, walking over to the bat computer and searching Peter Pan. Perhaps there was something in the Watchtower database which was linked to the Bat cave's database. He hoped Peter wouldn't break anything. Most of this was expensive equipment.

"Cave's ATTIC?" He said, confused. He looked around at all the glowing stuff. "What do you mean, attic?" He asked. Peter felt as if Robin was pulling his leg. He exhaled, "What is all this stuff, anyway?"

"There is a space above the cave." Robin said, refining his search results. "This stuff is technology, equipment my family uses to protect Gotham," He sighed slightly, hoping Peter didn't ask about the costumes in the cases.

"Space? Care to explain?" Peter continued to wander, passing several large cases with odd attire inside. "So you and your family, you protect this city, Gotham?" He asked, "So you are heroes, then?" Peter himself was more along the lines of a trickster, an anti-hero. He smiled softly to himself. "But you're so young." He said, realizing this now, "Isn't it...dangerous?"

"We're more of vigilante, people who protect but don't follow the law. As for danger. I was raised in danger. I was raised to kill. But that's not me anymore," Robin said. "Living quarters are upstairs"

Peter Pan blew a raspberry. "Vigilantes? Doesn't that make you guys bad? I mean, you break the law and all. Not that I'm any better." Still, Neverland had no laws, and that is just how he liked them, nonexistent. "Raised to...kill? You? But you're...so small and cute." He said with a small laugh. Wait, had he called Robin cute, did he mean it? He chided himself for saying such silly things out loud. He couldn't fall in love. Children didn't love...they were too young, weren't they? Love was for adults, for grown ups, wasn't it? Could Pan love without having to age? He hoped, because he did think Robin was cute, in his little mask and cape. He found himself blushing.

Robin grew a bit flustered. "I was raised in a group known as the League of Assassins. I was raised to rule the world. i-im not cute" He didn't know why he had stammered a bit there. "I choose a better path though. and here I am" Robin looked away, trying to hide the fact the he was still very flustered. what was wrong with him?

The corners of Peter's mouth curled up. "Not cute? I disagree. And Peter Pan is always right." He smirked. "I...wasn't raised by anyone. My mother...she replaced me." His voice was heavy with melancholic weight, having it be rather low and quite, almost a whisper, as if to say the memory out loud would freshen the emotional wound, open the scar it had left on his psyche. His fist curled up, clenched tightly in new found anger against adults, against parents, against growing up and the costs that came with it. "Queen Clarion was kind enough to take me to Neverland...but I'm not sure I'll ever see home again." He sighed. He couldn't fly, and even if he did, the Star wasn't in the sky anymore. How could he know where to fly?

"Thank you for that tid bit of information" Robin said. he was able to refine his search even more. "Look," he said as the computer ran its search. "You'll get back to where you belong. we'll figure out why you're here and how you got here." He seemed pretty determined.

Peter nodded softly. "Okay." He said, smiling softly at the reassurance Robin gave him. "So, Robin...is that...really your name?" He asked. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to, or allowed to. But he did so anyway.

"No. Robin is not my real name," Robin bit the inside of his cheek. he wasn't supposed to be telling anyone his secret identity, but there was something about Peter. He couldn't quite figure out what it was. deciding the risky move might be the best, Robin took off his mask. "my real name is Damian"

Peter Pan smiled at the fact that Damian - and what a good name it was, Damian - trusted him with the truth, with his real name. "It's nice to meet you, Damian," He said, flashing a toothy grin. Peter felt his heart skip a beat when he spoke Robin's true name.

"the pleasure's mine" Damian mumbled, going over to the changing area. he needed to get out of his uniform. He was hot and he could use a shower, but for now, just changing would have to do. He worked on getting off all his layers. that was the tricky part. Cape, gloves, boots, tunic, under shirt, it was all coming off. After getting his uniform off he got into more comfortable clothes, better suited for sleeping. He didn't mind is Peter was watching while he changed. he just didn't want any comments about his scars.

Peter Pan bit his lip slightly as he watched Damian undress. He felt his face redden. He wanted to look away, so that he wouldn't be caught staring, but he just couldn't. Peter Pan looked down at his own outfit, realizing how silly he looked compared to Damian's new casual attire.

Once Damian had finished changing he glanced at Peter. "Drake's clothes should fit you," It was meant as a kind gesture and the usual Damian was being mean to Tim. Damian picked the lock to Tim's locker than tossed Peter a set of casual clothes.

Peter's face was red now. He smiled politely and began to undress his various layers of brown and green fabric. The clothes were a bit tight, but it worked well enough. "Thank you," Peter Pan said, flashing a smile of pearly whites. "So...um, do we go upstairs to your living quarters?"

"Yes. Since you seem to be a bit behind in the times, perhaps that architecture will seem a bit more familiar," Damian said, going up the stone stairs that led to the manor. Even after over a hundred years, the architecture style remained the same, with added plumbing and lighting of course.

Peter followed Damian, nodding in agreement, "Those tall buildings back in Gotham, I never seen them before. This is all...just so odd." He said, and paused, "And a bit unnerving." Behind in the times, did that mean he moved forward in time somehow? Had he traveled faster than light? Well, of course he did, Neverland was a distant star compared to the Mainland of Earth. He frowned. wondering how exactly he got to this Gotham of New York.

"This is the year 2016 if you are wondering," Damian said, walking into the manor. The lights were on low, so there was not much light in the manor. This was because no one was home yet. Alfred was in England and everyone else was still out on patrol.

His jaw dropped. "Tw-twenty six-teen?" He exclaimed. "I've been gone a long time. Oh, poor Tink!" He ran his hands through his dark hair. "She's going to kill me when I get back. Half a century..." He groaned, fearing his fairy's wrath. The way he talked of Tinkerbell, one would think they were a couple. He lagged behind Damian, glancing at the walls and decor.

So his second theory was correct. Peter was from the past. Which didn't faze Damian since he knew people who could literally out run death and aliens. But then why had Peter been so oddly dressed? And who was this 'Tink' that seemed so imprtant? Damian got to the hallway where the bedrooms were. "The one next to mine is empty. You can stay there for now." Damian pointed to the door next to his room.

Peter Pan's shadow was still nowhere to be seen. He worried what shenanigans it was up to. He also hoped Damian wouldn't notice his lack of an umbra. He smiled faintly, the room next to Damian's. The only thing that would separate them would be a wall. He blinked, why did he care about how close he was to Damian. Why did his heart beat like that? He gulped, was he actually falling for someone? Pan gave a weak smile to reassure Damian everything was fine, even though his face showed confusion.

"If you here noises between three and six don't worry. It's just people coming back from patrol." Damian said as a forewarning. He had noticed that Peter didn't have a shadow. He made a not of it, though didn't mark it as anything major since the lighting was so poor.

Peter Pan nodded softly. "Alright. Um...so I guess this is...goodnight?" Peter ventured. He didn't want to go, he didn't want to sleep. To not see Damian. He didn't like that thought. More so, he never slept anywhere but Neverland. One grew in their sleep. He didn't want that to happen to him, for him to get any older. He gave a small smile to the cute Robin.

Damian nodded. "Yes. This is goodnight. If you need me I will be in my room. Just don't trip over me," He said before going into his bedroom. He pulled out his bed roll from underneath his real bed and laid it out. Out of habit, he usually slept on the floor with his bed roll, instead of on his actual bed.

He went into his new room, butterflies in his tummy. His cheeks were roses. "Ah, this is..." He belly-flopped onto the bed. "...amazing. Sure, I'm lost in a new world in a new time, but...he's so cute. OHMYGOSH, I can't wait to tell Tinkerbell all about Damian." He gushed, clutching the pillow.

Damian grabbed his sketchpad. He started drawing a picture of Peter. Why... why was he thinking these unusual feelings that he couldn't seem to grasp. He let out a sigh as he finished with his initial sketch of Peter. He curled up on the floor, falling asleep.

((To majorly mess with emotions, or let the relationship develop more. hmm))

if you're thinking aziz, wait till more characters are made

Peter Pan dreamed of a woman clothed in stardust. Clarion He knew it was her right away. Queen of the Never Fairies. He was a child then, seven days old, not eight years old, now ten, not thirteen. He let out a small cry. He became sixteen, Clarion's face became stern and disapproving. Peter, what have you done? He looked at his hands with horror, and they slowly became wrinkled. There are no adults in Never Never Land. Go back to the Mainland, no one is to die under my watch. To die...alone. No friends. No Lost Boys, no Darling children, no Tink. To die outside of his time...not only robbed of his childhood, but also his adulthood, to be withered like a raisin. Peter tossed and turned in his sleep.

Damian was still despite the fact that he was having a nightmare. Beads of sweat developed on his face, the only sign he was having a nightmare. He was in the League submarine, looking out at a window where everyone he cared for was floating in the shark infested water. Except there were two him's. It was all confusing. Then he woke up, but he wasn't actually awake. It was the dream inside a dream paradox. Damian could tell because he hadn't fallen asleep on his bed. Things moved fast, lost in the flickering moments, until he came to his father and a giant bat. This was the real nightmare. Damian woke up with a start, sitting up straight. He rubbed his eyes. Nightmares weren't uncommon for him to have. At least he was actually awake now.

Peter Pan bolted awake, sweating profusely. He shuddered. "That...can't happen." He sat up, looking out the window. There was still no Star for his home. He sighed. "Ah. Clarion, please don't banish me, please don't let me grow up." He said softly.

Damian stood up and slipped downstairs quietly, grabbing the cartoon of ice cream from the freezer and a couple spoons (for no particular reason other than he wanted two spoons) and returned upstairs to eat the box of ice cream, while wishing his father or Grayson had returned.

Peter Pan left his bedroom and noticed the lights were on in Damian's room. He knocked lightly on Damian's door. "Hey, Robin?" He said softly, in a voice barely above a whisper. "You still awake?"

"Yeah," Damian said, sticking a spoonful of the butterfinger ice cream in his mouth. "You can come in" He said, he had already eaten a chunk out of the ice cream . He was sitting on the floor as he was eating the ice cream.

Peter walked in slowly, smiling when he saw Damian eating ice cream. Something they had back in 1900's London. He smirked. "Ice cream? What flavor?" He asked as he sat crossed legged across from the cute Damian.

"It's butterfinger ice cream," Damian said. "There's an extra spoon if you want something," He wasn't going to admit it but Ice cream was his comfort food and he needed comfort after those nightmares.

He smirked and took the spoon. "Thank you." Pan said, staring into Damian's eyes. He ate small spoonfuls of ice cream. "Butterfinger?" He asked, as he crunched down on the bits of candy in the ice cream.

"It's a type of chocolate bar, that has stuff like peanuts in it" Damian said. Butterfingers were one of his favorites in terms of chocolate bars. The only thing that could top a butterfinger was a hershey's symphony bar with toffee bits and almonds.

peanut butter, bot peanuts, lol

The corners of Peter's mouths twitched upward in a small smile. "Interesting." He said as he continued to eat the ice cream, smiling up at Damian. His thoughts wandered back to home, to Never Never Land, to his Lost Boys and Tinkerbell.

Damian fell silent, eating the ice cream. It wasn't easy to tell that he was upset and a bit distressed. Both feelings that had been caused by his nightmares. So, to try and relax he ate his comfort food. delicious Butterfinger ice cream.

Peter Pan absent-mindedly licked his spoon clean of the melting ice cream. He wondered if he had merely gone through time, or if this strange place was something much more detached than that. A whole new world? Another universe? He had no idea, and quite frankly, it unnerved him. If things were that complicated, how would he be able to get home?

Damian kept the spoon in his mouth, just sitting there, as he grabbed his tablet from his desk right next to them. He pulled up the internet and started doing some searches, hoping to find more information about what was going on.

Peter lifted one eyebrow inquisitively, "What is THAT?" He asked, pointing to the glowing screen of the tablet, intrigued by this strange, alien technology.

"It is called a tablet. It is a device you can use to look up anything and talk to people from all over the world. You can also play games on it," Damian explained to Peter.

His eyes widened, "Is it magic?" The immortal boy asked, wondering how it worked. How else would one explain how it could do such fantastical things?

"No it isn't magic. It's an electronic. It uses electricity, tiny machines, and data to run," Damian further explained. While he would usually be annoyed at having to explain he wasn't.

Peter nodded slowly. "Oh." He had no idea what any of that mean in the slightest. "So what are you doing with the...tablet?" He asked, moving so he sat next to Damian, peering down at the LED screen. Their knees rubbed against each other due to the close proximity, and Peter blushed at the contact.

Damian couldn't help the slight blush as Peter's knee rubbed against his. He didn't know why though. "I did a search on Peter Pan to see if it brought up anything. Any information I can find or get will help us get you back to where ever you belong," He said, looking at the search results.