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He smiled at the mortal before squeezing his hand.

"But I'll sit for you anytime that you would like. Glasses off. Just me. And only a bust. I was well endowed by my maker you know. He was very generous."

He chuckled softly.

"At least I've had no complaints."

He pondered though.

He chuckled nervously.

"Maybe when I'm more kinky...if that happens. I mean, I do want to try new things."

He's actually eager.

His blush is vibrant.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you two.” Jayden finally said, distant yet polite as always. “There is no rush, we can have dinner some other time, you two should enjoy your time together.” The younger twin nodded at the two and, without waiting for a response, Jayden left for the exit. Kayden watched his brother for a while, then he shook his head. “Always so stuck up.” he mumbled, meaning his brother and not Cori. One of his hands traced over Corinthian’s stomach.

Cori seemed sad now.

"Everyone leaves though. I could not save him in the end."

But he could save the twins. One a Dream, the other a Nightmare.

The man blinked as Robin spoke, and it did not help him feel calmer. His a body he wasn't used to all his emotions where on display, the realization, and the panicked look at the news as to who his soulmate was.

"Oh no..... no..... I... please don't call me that you don't even know me... I umm...." The range of emotions and difference in speech pattern and body language probably looked wild on Jason's face, "I am a meta... isn't Batman's whole thing like 'No metas in Gotham'?" He managed to do a pretty good Batman voice, all things considered.

"You think we can't protect you? That Jason can't protect you? That's his name. He would make the world burn for you. And though my father disagrees with killing; he would kill for you. He has been waiting with baited breath for you since I've known him."

Damien had been waiting for his own, but he was eleven and was a long way off from the twenty he would need to be for him to find his soul mate. Not that he would ever confess to being a romantic looking for his other half.

Looking at his phone when it buzzed, he quickly put it away.

Now he was held up in some shitty motel in Metropolis that took cash and asked no questions cause it was his birthday and he needed to set his soulmate up for success if his soulmate was older than him. Ren thought he might be, he remembers feeling his soulmate being in danger throughout his childhood instead of their being a gap like some people with younger soulmates claimed. He placed the note on the bedside table for his soulmate and hoped the other would read it.

Dear Soulmate,

Sorry for the panic I have probably been causing you these last few days, but in truth, it is only fair after that massive scare you gave me at 14. Shit has hit the fan at the moment. My name is Warren. I recently developed my Meta powers, and I am now on the run from my family. Sorry, I just had to kind of rip off that bandaid.

My family is a part of a mafia in Gotham (I know it's a cliché but its true) And if they find me or you in my body they will lock me up and sell me to the highest bidder so I need you to stay far far away from Gotham. Hell, just stay in the hotel room even, food is in the backpack if you get hungry. I will try to make my way to you. There's a burner in the backpack too if you want to call you phone I can pick up and we can make a plan.

I'm sorry you got dragged into the middle of this. I understand if you want to go separate ways after, but please keep my body and yourself safe.

It was as good of a letter as he could write given the circumstances. He bet his soulmate had a lot more questions, especially if his past abuses were considered dangerous, and probably also about the broken ribs and black eye he failed to mention in the letter. He sighed and went to sleep.

In the morning, he woke up and froze when he realized he was in a new space. Ren was sitting on a chair in a cave, "What the fuck." He murmured hearing his soulmates voice for the first time, shit he sounded hot. Sitting up and seeing the computer and the gear really threw him for a loop, "What the fuck!" He yelled this time letting the panic seep in.

Damien Wayne looked at Jason Todd who had fallen asleep at the Bat Computer about fifteen minutes ago. The way he had fallen asleep depicted the way someone would when they were drawn into the 'Soulmate Sleep'. Which meant that Todd's soulmate was currently in the other's body. Which is why Damien was in full gear when the other woke up, with the rest of the family being notified.

"Calm down. You're in the BatCave. Your soul mate is The Red Hood. He's a member of The Bat Family."

Yes, even Damien called it that.

"Where are you? Red has mentioned distress these past few days. We'll come get you, but you need to tell us where you are."

Of course there was a plan. Always a plan. Jason had felt the time nearing when his soulmate would reach the age. So the plan was to find them once this happened.

"I'm Robin...and we're not going to let you suffer anymore. You're family now."

The Hotel

His chest hurt. He forced himself out of the bed slowly when he was allowed to wake up. He knew he wasn't in Gotham anymore. The air even in a shitty motel seemed cleaner. Looking at the pad of paper with the note, he realized where he was. Metropolis.

He sighed softly at reading the note. His mate was suffering from a family like that? They would have to be dealt with swiftly.

Moving into the bathroom, he undressed is mate to assess injuries. Right now, there was nothing sexual behind it. He left underwear on, but noticed tell tale signs about his mate.

He gently touched at their chest.

"Broken rib. Great."

And those Bambi brown eyes with long lashes. His mate was beautiful.

"Lets bring you in."

He pulled clothes back on, and dialed up Dick Grayson on the burner phone.

"Grayson. It's Todd. I'm in my mate's body. I'm at a motel. "

He moved back.

He chuckled nervously.

"Maybe when I'm more kinky...if that happens. I mean, I do want to try new things."

He's actually eager.

“Thank you.” It made him feel a little better knowing that his brother will have company during the night. Slowly, Kayden followed Cori’s gaze until he spotted the painting. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. What was this feeling in his stomach? What was this gnawing feeling and twitching in his fingers. Jealousy? “Who made this? A friend of yours?”

He wanted to tell Kayden that the picture had been done by one of the masters who he had haunted for years before agreeing to the portrait. That the man had been old and in no way attractive to him. He didn't even desire to eat the man's eyes.

But that was conversation better left for later.

For now...he liked the way that Kayden's jealousy made the red shades of his skin flair.

"I would say that you should join us. But it is a date and I would much rather it be with just your brother. But perhaps later we can all have dinner together?"

“Do you think Jay and I were supposed to be one person?” That question probably sounded weird, but it was something Kayden asked himself frequently. They both lacked what the other possessed. Jayden was full of empathy but also self-doubts while being overly controlling while Kayden lacked all these things.

Gently, he squeezed Cori’s hand, and his heart fluttered for the first time in his life. He guided Corinthian inside of the museum, right to the exhibition rooms. They were greeted by sculptures of gods and mythical creatures.

"It looks just like he did. He's gone now though. He...did something...that led to his demise. A new Dream has been born. But yes, he was real. He was cold. So much colder than the new Dream. All I ever wanted his his affections the way any creation would want the affections of their creator and yet...all I ever truly received was his disapproval."

His teeth clenched as he looked at the statue before turning back to Kayden.

"I will look into your brother's dreams tonight. See what's going on. Sometimes Nightmares can be relentless. Sometimes they do more harm than good. We were created to help the mind deal with trauma in the waking world but sometimes things do not go the way they should."

He looked back at the statue, before noticing a painting beyond it.

It was him.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll be able to enjoy it. Most of these things are sculptures, not so many paintings. A few though. Jay is more into painting, I like crafting stuff with my hands. Talking about crafting, I really want to use you as a model one day for a sculpture.” 

One day but for now they had to get to know each other. Kayden guided them along the streets. The museum was only a ten-minute walk away.

He wanted that last bit to be known.

"I feel that if you were one person that maybe I would see you in the colors a person is supposed to be."

He chuckled softly.

Their foreheads rested together, and Kayden’s nose brushed a bit against the other’s. His hands traced over Corinthian’s sides. Now it was him showing mild confusion.

He wasn't about to say...so soon...that the mortal lover of a Nightmare or a Dream would be granted a new body in death. They too would be made Dream or Nightmare.

Dream and Death had always been close siblings. Death had given many souls to Dream to craft into his beings. Usually such souls took the forms of ravens. But the new Dream was trying something...new.

"I wish I could work with you. But my new Lord has forbidden it. I am...not allowed to take lives unless they are a threat to others."

He could kill killers.

But not Kayden.

He tilted his head slightly to the side to show his mild confusion. Did the other think that he would have something against his continued 'hunts'.

"While I am not...allowed...the freedom of such things if I wish to continue my existence, that does not mean that my lover must deny themselves such pleasures."

He rested their foreheads together.

Maybe any other person would’ve been surprised to see a familiar face, but again, Kay didn’t show it. He knew the man in front of him. He knew all serial killers on this damn earth because he learned from them, and especially from their mistakes. The blond man remained silent and still unbothered as the sunglasses were removed to reveal mouths instead of eyes. Jayden would’ve fainted now – for sure. Kayden, again, was fascinated but not bothered. He didn’t even flinch.

Corinthian moved closer.

"I have been given the honor...of being allowed to seek a partner. A romantic partner."

He pulled something out of his inner jacket pocket.

A red rose.

"Steve!"

His arms then wrapped tightly around Steve as the alarms started blaring. He brought Steve to the ground as a wall beside them burst open, revealing The Hulk.

"Shit!"

He looked up at Hulk and then at Steve.

His cheeks are alight with a blush as he ponders if Thaniel could grow more appendages...like tenticles.

"No. I want you. My big purple boyfriend."

He smiles softly.

"Bucky is pretty to look at. But he doesn't get me hard anymore. He doesn't make me feel warm inside."

He moved to straddle Thaniel's lap.