Author's Notes: As a little experiment, I decided to take a story I wrote a long time ago, and edit and update it to be the standard I write at now. I chose this particular story because it's the second one I ever wrote, and thus very dear to me, and of all of my early ones, it's one I was most proud of, and so felt deserved an update. I recognise it's the same story you've read before, so sorry if I've got you excited about new content by updating, but I hope that the added level of detail and hopefully depth to the story makes it worth reading. I love Tim and Steph, but there's something so naughty about Damian and Steph that makes them a joy to read and write. And Steph definitely likes to take it rough, and Damian is definitely prepared to give her it rough.

She was the one thing Damian couldn't control and that was why he loved her. He was 10 years old when he met her and he thought he found her insufferable. He was 14 when he realised that was love. Damian Wayne was in love with Stephanie Brown. By 15, he was determined that she be his. When he was younger he would simply ask his mother and anything he'd wanted was his. But he could never just ask for someone like her.

Steph hated to admit it but she had developed somethin of a crush on Damian too. She couldn't help but feel it was wrong but he definetly had his father's looks, and his father was Batman so... well, you get the picture. Today was the day her hormones had overpowered her. Returning to the cave after patrol, she could barely keep her eyes off him. Bruce was off with the league, Dick was in Bludhaven and Barbara was on holiday with her father.

Damian forced himself to stare straight ahead as he had all night. He'd hoped to catch a glimpse of the blonde but it seemed she was looking at him every time he tried. He had to turn away to avoid turning red. He wanted her and he wanted her bad. "I trust the night was fruitful" Alfred greeted them. "Yes Pennyworth," Damian waved his hand dismissively. "Yup," Steph's voice called from behind him in agreement. "Any further developments on the Riddler case, Pennyworth?" Damian snapped. "No sir, it looks like you may have to face a quiet night in for once," Alfred answered. "I'm sure you'll manage to waste it all down here doing god knows what," he said leaving a tray of cookies and milk as he went upstairs. "Cookies!" Steph cried out happily. Damian couldn't stop himself from smiling. She wasn't just irresistibly hot, Damian of all people could teach himself to resist, she was adorable too.

Steph pulled her cowl off and let it drop to the floor, tossing her long blonde hair back behind her as she did. She glanced at Damian again and he turned away quickly. He almost seemed embarrassed. She managed to get away with a bit of flirting usually by passing it off as teasing. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" she grinned. "I only speak when I have something worth saying," he answered. "You spent over an hour yesterday telling Dick about your favourite sword." He glared. She smirked. "Not like you really need a sword when you're built like that do you?" she teased. He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?" Steph felt herself blush and quickly looked away, desperately searching for the words to answer him.

"...Just that you've been working out haven't you, Dami?" she laughed, hoping to distract him by shortening his name. She knew he hated that. "Actually, yes," Damian answered without hesitation. For the first time that night, their eyes met and the effect was undeniable. Both fell silent. He stepped towards her without even realising. Their faces were so close...

She could feel his breath against hers. Sharp shallow breaths. Or were those her own? She wasn't sure. She wasn't sure of anything right now. They were so close. He opened his mouth to say something else but he never got the chance because she lost control of herself. She lunged forwards, her hands flying to his cheeks and pulling him into a deep unrelenting kiss.

Damian's eyes widened as her lips met his. He hadn't been expecting that. Although it seemed obvious when he looked back on the moment. And it was far from unpleasant. She tasted like Christmas. He kissed her back, his lips working hers apart roughly, her tongue rushing up to meet his as he did. She seemed as taken aback by his return as he had been when she started it. He liked that. He saved the look in her eyes as they widened when his lips make contact with hers, but the real treasure was the way they fluttered shut again as she melted into the kiss once more.

Damian knew that Alfred was unlikely to disturb them for quite some time and there were things he was determined to try out. Assuming the lady was willing of course. Her hands were still resting on his cheeks as they made out, but his were free to roam. His fingers gently traced down her sides to her utility belt. Steph could have sworn she felt him tug at the belt for a second but them his right hand had jumped down further, landing on her thigh and starting to rub. He grinned as he heard her moan slightly and he knew she was definitely willing...

Steph was in many ways still trying to get over the shock of it. She'd expected him to push her aside and make some snide comment, lording it over her for the rest of their lives. She could hear him taunting her now. "I know you're only human Brown, but try to control yourself." But that wasn't what he was doing. What he was doing was good. What he was doing was better than good.

She felt him definitely tugging at her belt now, but not to remove it. Damian was pulling her down to the ground. She didn't resist. His hands were so warm against her tight costume as he pushed her onto the cave ground. His toned muscular body pressed down on top of hers, pinning her down. Her lips searched for his again and she moaned into the kiss once again as he shifted his weight above her.

Damian's eyes washed over her, treasuring every sensation the feeling of his body pressed against hers gave him. Her costume looked tight and had an intoxicating feel to it as he pressed his hand to her thigh once more, dragging his hand slowly down it. Then he reached up and pinned her arms down. He didn't want her escaping after all. Strands of her blonde hair had fallen in her face and the smell of it was driving him crazy. "Stephanie..." he whispered into her ear, "I want you. Right here. Right now..." She looked up at him, a smile playing on her lips: "Then take me..."

This was all Damian needed to hear as he let his hands slide down her forearms past her shoulders to her chest. He grasped her small but firm breasts through her costume and she squeaked. A smile took over his features as he worked the soft mounds against her chest, groping her slowly but forcefully. Steph moaned out, her hands sliding down his back. His hands worked her breasts through the fabric of her costume but she longed for more from him. Her soft nimble hands reached his cute little butt. She tapped it lightly, barely a slap but enough to get his attention. "Damian..." she winked. He loved it when he used her name. "I like it rough..." she whispered into his ear.

"Hm." That was the only response Damian gave her. Steph shouldn't have been surprised. One hand remained on her chest, tightly gripping her right breast, nails starting to dig in even through the costume. The other hands slid down to the crotch of her costume. She gasped as he started to roughly scrape his finger tips across it, rubbing her vagina forcefully.

Damian could feel, even through her costume that she was starting to get wet. He'd never smiled wider in his life. His right hand continued to press down on her entrance while his left searched her chest until it found a zipper. He started to tug it down as tantalisingly slowly as he could manage. As more of her smooth pale skin was revealed to him he couldn't help but lick his lips. He left the zipper just low enough to reveal her purple bra beneath. He was finally going to have her, and he was going to enjoy every moment.

Steph's eyes had fluttered shot in the heat of the moment, and just as she was getting used to the feeling his hand was bringing her, it suddenly stopped. She couldn't feel his touch on her anymore at all. She opened her eyes cautiously to find he was standing up again with his hand outstretched. She hesitated. He winked. God that turned her on even more. She took his hand and he lifted her to his feet. Her heart was racing as she tried to guess what he had planned. He kept a tight grip of her hand and darted off to the side. She stumbled after him with a laugh. "Where are we going?" she called out. Damian didn't respond. She quickly saw what he had in mind as they approached the medical bay where Alfred had patched them both up many times. She raised an eyebrow. He put both hands on her shoulders, and she saw the devilish flair in his eyes. He pushed her down onto the bed roughly, and straddled her waist without hesitation.

The two of them grinned at each other. Then Steph felt Damian start to strap her wrists and ankles down to the bed. "Worried I'll put up a fight?" she teased. "As if," Damian taunted, "now shush." Steph raised an eyebrow: "excuse me?" Damian's eyes met hers as he spoke: "Talk only when told to." She smirked. He was getting into it now.

"Damian…" she whispered, licking her lips. He glared at her. She grinned back. He knew she was winding him up. His hand cracked down on her pussy, slapping it through the fabric of her costume. She gasped. "I did warn you," he smirked. The smile spread across her face again, "Some girls might take that as encouragement..." she breathed out. He spanked her vagina again, harder this time. Her face contorted into an O shape as the palm of his hand hit. He'd wanted to do that for a long time.

Then she felt the touch of his warm hands on her breasts again. With the costume unzipped, there was just her bra between their flesh. Her thin sweaty purple bra. She moaned out as he roughly squeezed her breasts, palming them forcefully. His hands took another moment to grope her chest before returning to the zip on her costume which he now pulled down all the way. Steph wriggled beneath him as he tore her costume off her to leave her exposed and vulnerable in her purple underwear.

Damian traced his fingers along her stomach, encircling her belly button. It sent a warm tingling feeling through her and it tickled slightly. Damian noticed the faint giggle this produced from the blonde and continued, the smirk on his face growing ever larger. She squirmed beneath him but she couldn't shake him off and she couldn't stop laughing. "Somebody's a bit ticklish," he laughed as he finally retracted his hand, "I bet I know where else too…" Steph's eyes widened. "Don't you dare!"

Damian winked at her as he gripped her ankle and pressed his tongue to the sole of her foot, licking slowly along it. Steph bit down on her bottom lip but to no avail. Soon Damian had her in fits of laughter as he tickled her foot mercilessly, the helpless blonde tied down to prevent escape.

Eventually Damian did stop, but not until he'd had his fun with her. Steph was left sweaty and breathing hard as he ran his hands up her long smooth legs. "Are you ticklish here too?" he asked, licking his lips, as his hand slid inside her knickers. "No!" she gasped out as his fingers searched her mound and pressed inside her entrance. His thumb pressed down on her clit while his fingers pumped in and out of her moist pussy, pressing past the silky folds. Steph writhed in his grasp, gasping desperately. Damian loved it.

The bulge in his own underwear was unbearable though. He had to have her, and now. Damian pulled his hand back and Steph slumped down, breathing hard. "Catch your breath quick," he ordered, "That was just he warm up." She watched him eagerly as he stood up, leaving her tied down, and pulled off his shirt. The feeling of control he had now as she gazed at him was brilliant. The biggest rush he'd ever had. And the look in her eyes when he finally released his rock-hard penis: priceless.

He reached down and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts fall free, then licked the nipple of each teasingly. Steph swallowed nervously as he finally lowered her underwear, leaving her knickers balled at her bound ankles. He hesitated. Then he reached for the straps, undoing them and letting his Batgirl free. She looked confused, "I want this to mean something..." he tried to explain. He didn't want to admit it but he felt more than just lust for this girl. He needed it to be special. He needed her to love him. Silent, for once in her life, Steph nodded. She understood.

She braced herself, closing her eyes, as she felt him enter her. He was gentler about it than she had expected, as he pushed his dick into her pussy. They both groaned out in unison as he slid all the way in. Her legs shot up and wrapped around his waist, holding him in position as she caught her breath. Then she loosened their grip on him and let him start to thrust.

With a grunt Damian pulled back, then slammed forwards again. Steph moaned out as he repeated the action, pounding down into her. He was fucking her slowly, but hard enough to make up for it. His cock slammed into her again and again, his hips grinding against hers every time. Her limbs clung tightly to his body, pulling him deeper and deeper inside her. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her entrance, desperate for release.

Their lips mashed together in a passionate kiss, and both of their eye drifted shut in the moment. Damian wasn't sure how she managed it, but he found himself on his back now with her on top. Steph took over the thrusting, riding Damian faster and faster, her hips rocking into his at tremendous speed. They were gasping for air, Steph's nails starting to dig into Damian's chest as she slowed to a stop, both of them ready to cum.

"Cum for me," she whispered in his ear. Damian gritted his teeth together, thrusting lightly up at the blonde, making her body wobble above his. "Say my name," he responded. Steph breathed out hard: "Damian…" And that was enough. He exploded inside her, triggering her own orgasm. Steph slumped down, boobs pressing against his young chest, and her cheek resting against his. His arms wrapped around her.

"Not bad, Brown," he smirked, recovering his earlier bravado, and the palm of his hand smacked into her left ass-cheek, making her rear wobble. Steph squeaked as he spanked her, letting a grin spread wildly across her features. "Not bad yourself, Dami," she replied, licking her lips. "Oh my…" Alfred muttered as he turned and went back up the stairs to the Manor.