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  1. Nightwing and Robin(Damian) were on patrol, they've been on the rooftop for about half an hour by then. It was rather cold, the two of them both wanted to get done quickly, but they had to stay on alert, as there were talks of a breakout at Arkham Asylum that night. Damian was growing the most anxious among the both of them, normally he can withstand the conditions, but tonight he had another pressing issue. Tonight, along with the cold, another sensation overcame him, the need to pee. At the moment, it wasn't urgent, but was at risk of becoming so soon. It was thanks to the Hot Choclate he drank earlier, Dick tried to warn him, but Damian was freezing, and needed something to warm him up. Now he is stuck out here, on a rooftop, not alone either. Sure, he could go find a corner on the roof to go, or ask to go find somewhere more private, but he was an Al Ghul, he had his pride. In the Al Ghul family, you had to be strong, like a perfect soldier, you cannot have a weakness, and conveying the urge to pee was seen as such. And if you had an accident, that was even worse. Damian learned that the hard way when he was 6, and had an accident while training, then was hit for it. No, he cannot let Dick know of his predicament, he does not want to be seen as weak. Dick knew something was wrong, he watched curiously as Damian danced around, and when Damian thought he wasn't looking, he grabbed himself a few times. "Uh, Damian?" He looked at the boy, who in turned straightened up immediately upon being spoken to. "Yes Nightwing?" Damian looked at him. "Do you uh, need to pee?" The man in blue asked. "I'm fine," Damian insisted. "Whatever you say," Nightwing sighed, "just don't hold yourself back for my sake, it's okay if you need to." "I said I'm fine!" Nightwing frowned, clearly he wasn't, but he wouldn't cave to his needs, and Dick didn't know how to convince him otherwise, he just hoped the boy didn't end up having an accident. 15 minutes passed, the boy's need only grew. He wondered how he could get away, without Dick's notice, but it was hopeless. Why did they have to come here anyway? If the criminals broke out, they could come then, but it's too damn cold out now for this shit. "It's okay Robin, just go," Nightwing said, with a slightly annoyed voice. He knew Damian could be stubborn, but this was a little much. Damian badly wanted to listen, but he knew the instant he caved, he would be deemed weak, and he couldn't risk that, not with what he had now. "I don't need to, it's just really cold out here," he insisted yet again. 'You won't give up, will you?' Dick gave him a strange look, and Damian didn't know what to make of it. "Look, I've had to go on patrol, even Batman has had to do it too, it's really not a big deal." 'It was a lie,' Damian had convinced himself, 'He just wants to exploit how weak I am, so he can use it against me later.' As time passed, it became apparent that this whole stakeout was becoming a dud, but Nightwing didn't have the courage to say so, and Damian was too focused on his own problem to say anything. Dick was finding it harder to watch the boy, he looked miserable, and Dick could not understand why he would not go. Dick also had to go himself, and was tempted to go so he could make a point that it was okay. Damian's need was growing increasingly worse, he could only wait anxiously for them to end the patrol session, which didn't seem to be anytime soon. Dick's patience was thinning, he could tell Robin's need was getting worse, and he wished the kid would just go. Eventually Dick gave up with telling the kid, figuring he should figure things out on his own, though if the boy did end up wetting himself, he had no idea what he would do. "Wait, I see something," Damian said, temporarily forgetting his predicament, looking below at a figure wearing a black suit, sneaking into an abandonded building. "Let's go!" The new boy wonder said, and withdrew his grappling hook, but was stopped by Nightwing before he used it. "Wait, let's see what they are going to do." Nightwing said, watching curiously at the figure stepped inside. They didn't have to wait long for the answer, soon 3 more figures approached, one seemed to be carried by the other 2, unconcious, or barely concious. Now the situation was getting serious. "Let's go!" Nightwing made the call this time, to Robin's disappointment. They were now on top of the building that those people went into. Robin managed to hold on, but his bladder was hanging by a thread, the movement made his bladder make it's presence known, now is the perfect oppurtunity to go, as the situation they were about to get into could get dangerous real quick. Perhaps he should just go, Dick may laugh, he may not let him on missions again, but he couldn't bear the thought of pissing on himself in front of him, that's way worse than him just knowing of his need. They peeked inside, over a small hole in the ceiling. A man was tied to a chair, 3 other men were standing around him, taking turns saying something to the man. Damian decided to give in, the time to go was right then, he was beginning to tell Dick, when the man interrupted him. "Time to strike!" He gave the order, Damian didn't react, just shook his head. "I-I can't, I need to go first." The words were out now, he admitted the truth. Dick internally groaned, "there's no time now," he said, "you should have gone when asked, now be a big boy and hold it," He only meant it in a teasing way, but he didn't know how much Damian hated those words. Dick had said the forbidden words, the ones he despised most, it brought back a terrible memory. -- "Grandpa, I need to go to the bathroom," Damian said to R'as, Damian was six and currently training with R'as Al Ghul at the temple. "You are a big boy now, Damian, so you need to control your bladder like a big boy," He said firmly. Damian groaned and squeezed himself, he had to go very badly, but his grandpa wasn't letting him go, he was worried he may not make it. He didn't, and grandpa was beyond mad when it happened, causing Damian to feel utter shame, he was also hit several times for it. That was the last time Damian wet his pants. -- Now here he was, 12 years old, and about to wet himself again. They entered the building immediately, no questions asked, just got straight to work. "Stop, get away!" One of the men yelled, "we just want our money back, and he wasn't givin' it to us." "Yeah," another man agreed. But the team wasn't listening, and soon 2 out of 3 men were knocked out, now there was only one man left. Damian was becoming aware of something rather unpleasant, while taking down the two men, the velocity of his and Nightwing's movements caused him to leak some. 'Shit,' he thought 'I hope nothing else comes out.' But he jinxed it, because a few more drops leaked with that thought, much to his horror. Before they knew it, the last man was taken out. Sweet freedom, now Damian can finally go relieve himself, but the victory was short lived, because when he started to walk, his bladder seized. It began to come out, and there was no possibility of stopping. It slowly started to saturate his entire suit, his Robin suit, he definitely will not be able to wear it again. It felt so good to finally release everything, but with the good feeling came the bad, as horror began to come over him. Now Dick had seen him do it, and he's going to be hurt, and he'll really be labelled a baby forever, maybe he won't even be allowed on patrol again. Dick had his back turned to give the kid his privacy while he went, and silently groaned to himself, now he's going to have to deal with cleaning him up. And how in the world is he going to manage Robin and these men? Soon the stream stopped, Damian looked up at Dick with fearful eyes, "I'm s-sorry," he said, then ran off to go hide. 'Okay that was odd,' Dick thought to himself, he hoped the boy is okay. He searched the building, finally he found Damian in a little corner. The poor boy was shaking, seemed to be having a panic attack. "Damian!" Dick said, causing the poor boy to flinch. Not minding the state of the boy, he took the shaking boy in his arms, and held him until he calmed. "Damian, it's me Dick," he said, "you're okay now." He could feel the wetness seep though his own uniform, but he didn't care, Damian's well being was more important. Eventually Damian quit shaking, but was still quietely sobbing. They sat there like that for another 10 minutes, until the sobbing quieted down. "You okay now?" Dick asked. "No," came Damian's feeble reply. "You're okay now, this can be cleaned, easy." He assured the boy. "T-that's a lie, Damian said, "You think I'm a weak kid who can't control his bladder, internally you are laughing, now this is probably the last time I'll get to come on a mission with you." Dick was confused, "Now where did you get a silly idea like that?" He asked. "In the Al Ghul family, you are weak if you admit you need to go during something important, and you are denied the request until it's over. If you don't make it, you are even weaker for it, and hit for being so weak." Damian replied. Dick was shocked at that answer, "you were hit for having an accident?" Damian nodded. "That's awful, here, Damian look at me," he instructed the boy, who did just that. "This is not the Al Ghul family, we are the Wayne/Grayson family, it's okay to have an accident, some things can't control. It doesn't make you less, even I had a couple accidents, and when I was older than you. Hell, one night I even had to go so badly on patrol, and it was cold and raining, so I wet my Nightwing suit, no one else noticed, plus it warmed me up some." Dick laughed, he was a little embarrassed having just told that story. "Just don't go spreading it around," he said as an after thought. "You really did that?" Damian cocked an eyebrow, Dick nodded. "Wait until I tell Tim and Jason." "You wouldn't," Dick gave him a look. "Nah," Damian said, "but I hope that's not the same suit." He joked. "Speak for yourself," Dick said. "But yeah, this is a different one," he admitted. "Good, I'm retiring this suit when we get home, and don't worry, your secret is safe with me." Damian replied. "Thanks, and yours is safe with me as well, though Alfred might see." "I'm not worried about Alfred, he probably knows way more than we will ever find out about each other, or even father especially." "Yeah, that's true," The older of the two agreed. "Thanks Dick, you really helped, Damian smiled, he genuinely meant it. "Your welcome Damian, now let's get home, I bet those clothes aren't comfortable," he stood up, Robin followed suit. "You're right, but what do we do about them?" Damian gestured towards the knocked out villians. "I'll call Gordon, and tell him there was a family emergency, and he'll need to take over." "Makes sense, but what about..." Damian looked at the puddle, not wanting to finish his sentence, didn't want to be reminded of his secret shame. "Hmm," Dick looked around for something, there was a hose near the wall, but long enough it will reach. He pulled out the hose to the bodies, then Damian turned it on, Dick poured it over the main agressor's pants, just enough until the puddle was just big enough that it blended with the original puddle. "There now they can't tell," Dick smiled, then made the call to comissioner Gordon. It was roughly 15 minutes later they arrived at the Wayne Manor. "Welcome home Master Dick, sir Damian," Alfred said, cue Dick's prediction, he had noticed the boy's pants. "Shall I run you a bath sir?" A look of fear covered Damian's face, and he quickly pulled his cape over the spot. "It's quite alright Damian, I've helped raise 5 kids, I'm quite accustomed to this. And besides, everyone's had a moment or two like this, there is no shame in it, I will go draw it promptly." He smiled at the boy, and internally something flickered, Damian's reaction felt nostalgic, it heavily reminded him of Bruce at that age. -- Bruce 10 years old Bruce was standing next to the bath that Alfred was drawing, a wet pair of pants and underwear lay by his feet. "I'm sorry Alfred," he looked at the floor. "Quite alright sir, just take a bath, and I will take care of this mess." The Butler replied. This was the first of many incidents that occured as a result of his parents passing. Alfred thought it was a regressive thing, but no matter, he never felt annoyed, and supported boy, helped him clean up whenever it happened, until the boy grew out of it, almost a year later. -- After his bath, Damian went to bed, Dick tucked him in. "Don't go, sleep here tonight" Damian said, weakly, of all nights, he didn't want to be alone tonight. "Alright, just for tonight," Dick said, walked over, and crawled into bed with him. Normally he would think of Damian as too old for this, but tonight the boy had gone through an ordeal, and was especially vulnerable, he really needed the company. "Goodnight Dick." "Goodnight Damian." T/N I've had this headcanon forever that the Al Ghul's thing about pride and without flaw includes no showing the need to go to the bathroom, and especially no wetting. I also had an idea in the back of my head for Dick and Damian to go on patrol, ending with an accident, so this was born, and I brought the ideas together.
  2. I'm over at a relatives house, and my cousin is missing her phone, so she needed to borrow mine. Her mom called for her, and I had it open to whisper, and I was talking with another girl about our interest, when they got off the phone, it went to back to whisper, and I think she saw. She didn't mention it, but she did say "what are you looking at?" But not in the manner as if she had seen. I'm hoping she hasn't, but I don't know. The upside is, she's the least judgy of my relatives.
  3. Depends really sucks at absorbency. A good brand in stores would be Tena, Pravil, Attends, and Tranquility. Some you might not find in the normal grocery or pharmacy, I would suggest looking in health and medical supply stores.
  4. Years back, probably more than 10, I remember seeing this old video. I believe it either came from patches, or ineed 2pee. It was of a girl who was playing with her plants, she would talk to it, and peed on it through her panties. This is one I can't seem to find, I've tried looking to the lists, but I can't remember where it came from, or who the model was. I know it was between patches parlor and ineed2pee, because those are the video sections I would frequent on patches place.
  5. Chapter 5 Monday rolled around again. Though Adam wished it could have lasted a little longer, he is glad the weekend is over. He entered class at the correct time, and to his pleasure, Jack was there. He walked over and sat next to him. "Good morning," he smiled. "Morning." Jack replied. Monday seems a little less dreary with Jack around now, or any day for that matter. "Did you have a good weekend?" Jack simply nodded, "did you?" Adam gave him the same reply. Soon Mr. Benny entered and it was time for class. After it was over Jack darted off again. 'There he goes again,' Adam sighed, wondering why he tends to do that. Well, atleast he remembered his stuff that time. He made the walk to his next class. Lunch rolled around, Adam had invited Jack to come sit with them again. They walked over to the table where his friends sat. "Hi Jack." Stephanie smiled at him when he sat down. She appeared to have a small crush on him, Adam felt a little jealous, she could flirt freely while he couldn't do anything publicly. Of course, he didn't want to freak guys out either. "Hi," Jack replied quietly. "Aw c'mon, don't be shy," Paul said. "Yeah, were all buds here," Justin added in agreement. "So how was your guy's weekend?" Stephanie asked. "Oh it was great, Paul smiled, "Adam invited us over, and we played games, watched a couple movies." "Sounds like fun." "It was," Adam agreed. Jack seemed a little down, why wasn't he invited? Adam felt bad, and planned to have a proper talk with him about it later, he didn't want to make a scene about it now, where everyone was watching. After lunch came P.E. which Adam hated, but it did help keep him in shape, to that he couldn't complain. They started off by doing their stretches, then a couple of laps around the track. It was an unsually hot and miserable day for spring. The coaches whistle blew, indicating it was time to go back insid. Everyone was thankful for this, the run had nearly killed them. They were now in the locker rooms. "Ugh, that was brutal. Why couldn't it have just been an indoor day?" Chris said. "I know, what's coach's deal, is he trying to kill us?" Another boy said. "Probably." Adam replied, everyone laughed at that. They spent the remainder of class fighting over the water fountain, it got so bad that there was nearly a fist fight, luckily coach was able to seperate. Adam waited until it was safe before he himself went over to grab a drink. 'Man, the heat really messes with you.' He thought to himself jokingly. 6th hour rolled around again, it was now the last hour of the day, Jack was also in his class. He remembered he had to talk about the weekend. Jack came in soon after him. "Hey." He smiled. Jack didn't respond, he seemed to be in a bad mood. "Look, I'm sorry about not inviting you. I really wanted too, but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable by inviting you over with people you barely know." Jack still didn't say anything, but gave a small nod. Adam took this as he was still mad at him. Truth was, he wasn't, Jack just really needed the bathroom, but wasn't able to go during the breaks, and class is about to start. He sighed, hoping he would be able to make it. "Okay kids, time to settle down, get out a paper and a pencil, today is a little pop quiz. A review of the previous weeks, as you all know semi-finals are next week." The class groaned at this. Adam looked over at Jack, he was staring at the front, but didn't seem very focused. Adam felt bad for the kid, this is only his second week, and he's already being thrown into the mix of the finals. This was going to be a hectic week. He passed a note over to Jack that said: "I will help you study for the finals." Jack seemed to distracted by something else to look at it. 'What's his deal?' Adam huffed, surely he's not this mad about the sleepover, something else must be up. He tried to write a few more notes, but Jack never glanced at them. Finally he whispered, "Are you sick?" There was still no response. Something is very off, this is not normal for him at all, even when he is upset. Adam took the liberty and raised his hand. "What is it Adam?" Mrs. Fischer asked, everyone turned to look at him. "It's Jack, I think there's something really wrong with him, I think I should take him to the nurse!" "It's n...ot... that." Jack responded finally. "Oh..." Adam replied, stumped. He had been trying for ages to get a response, and hadn't. "Then what is the problem?" She asked,a little frustrated at her class being interrupted like this, Adam has been known for his little shenanagins. "May I use the restroom?" He finally managed to ask. "Jack, look at the clock." Mrs Fischer said, which he did so. "What does it say?" She asked. "2:15," Jack replied. "That means we have 15 more minutes of class, surely you can wait that long." She was very annoyed now, she hated her class being interrupted like this. Sometimes she could be real nice, then there's times like these where's she's not. "I really... don't think I can." His voice was shaky from trying to hold it. "Well I'm sorry, you'll have to wait. 5 minutes to the bell, Jack was beyond his limit, he had leaked a bit, and a faint spot was noticeable on his pants. He knew he was ready to burst, and even if he got up now, he probably won't make it, the thought was devastating. But his only concern was making it. He stood up and walked to the door, despite the teacher's protest. He barely opened the door, when suddenly his body seized, and it was over. His bladder completely let go. It was his worst memories coming back to haunt him, pee was spreading down his legs, hitting the tile, and creating a large puddle on the floor. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't stop until everything was out. The worst part was everyone in class has just witnessed his accident, including his only friend. His friend was nice the first time, but now he'll probably call him a piss baby, and give him diapers, just like the other kids. "That's it, class dismissed!" Mrs. Fischer announced, shocked at what just happened in her classroom. The kids exited, laughing as Jack ran to the bathroom. Adam followed him there, the incident also reminded him of the day in P.E. The poor kid, and the damn teacher. She'll probably get in big trouble for this. Jack entered the stall, and Adam waited patiently on the outside. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Adam asked. There was no answer. Adam stayed for nearly 30 minutes waiting for a response, he also stood guard incase someone tried to follow and tease Jack, thankfully no one did. When Jack finally emerged, he was asked to bring a fresh set of clothes from his locker. Adam did that promptly, and Jack wordlessly took them. The boy wondered if it would be appropriate to ask him to hang out, in hopes of cheering the other up. It was another 15 minutes before Jack emerged from the stall. "You okay?" Adam asked. Jack shook his head. "It's okay." He hugged the boy. "You couldn't help it, and the teacher was a bitch for pulling a stunt like that, I hope she gets in trouble for it." Jack nodded in agreement. Jack returned the hug, and it was awhile before he wanted to let go. "Thank you," Jack said. "You're welcome." Adam replied, "I'm here for you anytime, and don't worry, I won't let anyone pick on you. If they try, they'll have to answer to me." Jack smiled through tears and nodded. They headed out the door and were getting ready to head home when Adam spoke up. "Say, Jack." "Hm?" The boy looked over at Adam. "H-how would you like to hang out today? I know you had a stressful day, but I thought it might help ease up the stress from today." Jack gave it some thought. He nodded, "Okay." "Great," Adam smiled, and they walked out the door. "But first I need to take my clothes home and wash them." Jack said. "Ah, right." Adam agreed, so they did just that, and went on their way. "Now where to first?" A/N Thank you so much to those who are reading and enjoying my story, I really appreciate it. Unfortunately I will be going hiatus due to a vacation starting Monday. I will try to get put out what I can until then, I already have some of the next chapter written.
  6. I'm fine with both, I just hate when the story and desperation are obviously faked.
  7. I get the error page not found for both sites
  8. But that's not what I asked. I was asking the exact opposite of what you described.
  9. I wish there was a space for lesbians we could go to without men trying to enter.
  10. I wasn't asking those as seperate fabrics. I was asking about a fabric with both those qualities.
  11. What's the best fabric to wet in, in terms of being discreet, and/or drying the fastest?
  12. I regret that chapter, sorry guys, it was not written well at all. But I was very tired last night when I wrote the end, plus I really wanted to get that out of the way to preprare for chapter 5. Which chapter 5 should be out in the next week or so.
  13. Chapter 4 Warning: this is a lame chapter, with even worse ending, it was just a filler. And I didn't mean to cut the ending so short. I promise things will be 100% better in the next chapter. Friday had finally rolled around. With all the excitement, the week felt longer than it actually had. Adam's best friends Justin and Paul were staying over at his house for the night. He already had planned everything out. School could not end any sooner. He thought about inviting Jack along as well, but he didn't want to throw in another person to the mix, he felt that would be rude. But he did carry his usual conversations with the other boy. Soon the end of the day rolled around, and he quickly headed home. He greeted his mom and got to work with the setup. First thing was first, setting the snacks out, he had a variety of chips and dip. Then he popped a game in to play while he waited. It was close to 5:30 when Paul arrived, and closer to 6 when Justin arrived. Soon after, they had eaten, and the real fun began. The started out with a couple rounds on the ps4. Then played truth or dare. At first it was a simple game, "have you had your first kiss, I dare you to kiss the mirror, etc. But there was a point where it got interesting. Next it was Paul's turn. "Okay Paul," Justin said. "Hmm, dare." "Okay, I dare you to down this bottle of pop." "Oh, that's easy." Paul said. "But," Justin said, "you can't go to the bathroom until you get ready for bed." "Well can I go now?" He felt a faint twinge in his bladder as it was, and the bottle of pop would not help that, especially considering it would be several hours before he could go again. "No," Justin said, "And if you can't hold it, you can't use the toilet." "You're going to make me piss myself?" He seemed shocked at Justin's words. "I didn't say that, there's lots places you could go, just not the toilet." "Fine," paul sighed, and drank the bottle of pop. Next they played a few rounds on the ps3. As the night got later, they watched a horror film. Some horror film from indonesia that had brought. As the movie played, Adam began to notice some movements from Paul, he figured that he really had to go by now. 'Silly Paul,' Adam thought to himself, 'it's only a game, he shouldn't take it seriously. Just don't piss on the carpet please.' He added as an after thought. The movie was nearly finished, and Paul suddenly shot up. "Oh man!" He exclaimed and ran out the door. He returned a few minutes later, no one made any more mention of the incident. And the night carried on as normal. Soon it was time for bed. The next day they ate breakfast, then soon after, the boys left. What a fun night. But the mess was not as fun to clean.
  14. I wouldn't like to be secretly watched
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