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Parrot lover (DamianxReader)

Summary: Damian is in a bad mood after getting in trouble from school, and you decide to get a pet to make him feel better.

Warning: NONE

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Damian’s long day was dull. He, as usual, attend school every day, and it caused him to want to fall asleep; it already annoyed him that his teachers wouldn’t get the answers right and think they know-at-all and if he did correct them, then they would send him to the office over a stupid thing. When his father would talk to him about his behavior, Damian argues back with, “I can teach the whole class by myself.” And he was right. He got a paper certificate showing that he passed his classes with high-level math.

Of course, his father would still disapprove that he still shouldn’t argue with the teachers. To sum it up, he was having a bad day, and he hated it, wishing that it could be nighttime to take his anger out by punching criminals until he felt better.

You noticed this, of course, seeing his mood and reactions coming out of it. You tried talking to him, but Damian wouldn’t budge out much, so you start thinking about what you should do to make him feel better. “Damian, what happened?” You asked, wanting to make sure if you can make him better.

Damian only mumbled something that you couldn’t hear, “It’s nothing.” You wished he would speak out, but then again, he’s Damian, and it’s hard for him to talk about how he feels.

He does like animals.

Then you figured it out. You can go to the pet store and get something for him to make Damian feel better. “I have to go!” You squeak and run out of his room to get out, and you can hear him asking where you’re going but couldn’t respond since you already were out of the manor. You went in his car; you had an extra key in your pocket, so it was good timing that you had on you.

You tried not to pass the speed limit since you were excited to get him a pet and make his day feel better. Luckily the pet store was nearby around the corner from the manor; you knew Damian would usually be at the pet store volunteering and spending time with the animals in there that were waiting to be adopted soon. But you also knew that his father would disapprove of having another animal in his manor. Damian already had a dog, cat, another dog even though it was for his father, a Turkey, a cow, and a dragon.

Yes, you knew he had a dragon. Your first time seeing his dragon, you were scared and jumped out screaming, thinking he might’ve attacked you, and looking at Damian, you can see him smirking a lot,

“Damian, that’s not funny! What if he eats me!” You were still startled while the beast looked down at you; it didn’t have a dangerous look but instead a playful look.

Still smirking, he covers his mouth with his hands to stop it. “Relax (Y/N) he’s harmless.”

“Harmless!?” Then the beast went towards you, hovering and licked you with his giant tongue, causing you to soak on your face from his saliva, “Damian!” He began to start laughing.

Then he had a pet Turkey named Jerry and a cow that was a bat cow. You consider one day to buy him a baby pig for Damian when his birthday comes around.

“You have a Turkey named Jerry and bat cow?” You were surprised by the things Damian would reveal to you after months of dating him.

He nodded, “I don’t let them around, Todd, though. He wanted to cook my Jerry.” Remembering a time when it was thanksgiving and, in Jason’s way of his humor, joked about getting Jerry to be the thanksgiving meal. Jason couldn’t walk properly that night after Damian stabbed him, and you could imagine his father would growl while his other brothers grab him.

Stepping in the pet store, you saw some people looking around near the display glass with different animals. Cats, dogs, parrots, and reptiles. You wanted to get something different other than a cat and dog. Does Damian like snakes? Bearded dragons? Frogs? Although you didn’t have the tank set up for them, you decided not to get the reptiles.

You can hear the lady from the counter greeting you, “Hello, welcome to our pet store. Are you finding something specific?”

You smiled and shook your head, “No thanks, I’m just going explore around to see what I get for my boyfriend.” You saw the lady’s face brighten up.

“Wait, is your boyfriend, Damian Wayne? The one that comes around here often visiting our pets?”

“Yup, that’s him.”

The lady grinned, “He’s a loving animal person. He’s always here helping us and feeding them.” She paused, still smiling in happiness, “Let us know if you need help or anything.”

“Thanks.” So he does have a reputation in these stores. You thought it wasn’t surprising, but it was great that he would do stuff for this place and support it. You knew he would also give in some money which was three zeros, to help this pet store for their business to go up.

You walked around the place and past glass displays that were cats playing around, relaxing, and just looking up at the people staring at them. Deciding you should get a parrot that talks, you decide it was a good idea, so you walked towards the glass displays' parrot section.

They were chirping and flying around their big cage. You saw a small one that looked like it was around as a baby and had bright green with their face white and a small black beak. You were in awe you had to get this, and if it were those parrots that talk, it would be exciting, and Damian could teach it.

“Excuse me; I'd like to take this parrot!” You shouted out, trying to get the attention from the front, and the lady seemed to hear since she was getting up and walking towards you.

She examined the parrots, and you pointed at the one you wanted.

The lady then grabbed her keys to open the display. “Ah yes, it’s the girl one we rescued from days she wasn’t taken care of properly.” You can hear a sad tone, and you felt sad as well. Whenever you hear about animals not being taken care of or abused, you would get hurt. It's not fair they shouldn’t suffer from owners that are cowards, you thought.

“That’s horrible. I promise I’ll take good care of her with my boyfriend.”

The lady could hear your words and smiled again, “I’m glad to hear. Thank you for being responsible.” Then she reached for the green bird. “I assume you need the stuff as well?” You nodded.

About a few minutes, you signed papers for adopting a parrot and got the stuff you needed for the new parrot. “Well, now you are a Wayne.” You joked. The parrot was in some cardboard box they put in there. It had holes and such, so it wasn’t a problem as long as it’s not in there all day or more.

Damian was still in his room, lying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling, wondering why you left and took long to come back. He didn’t know what to exactly do today since he’s in trouble he thinks if he should go and insult Drake or Todd. Maybe even help Alfred clean? That’s a good idea.

He heard the door open from downstairs. “(Y/N)?” He called out, still not moving from his bed. Not hearing a response from you, he assumed it must’ve been one of his brothers or someone else connected to them, like Gordon, Brown, or even Cain.

Then he heard your voice nearby from his door that was wide open, “Damian, I got you something it’s very special.”

Even though you couldn’t see his face, he had raised his eyebrow up and then got up off his back to visit. You entered the door with a big brown cardboard box, and seeing your reaction confused him.

“I assume it’s food?”

“Damian animals are not food.” That got his attention even more.

Placing the cardboard box on his bed, he could see it moving around in it, “(Y/N)?”

You stared at him excitedly, “Go ahead, Damian, open it.”

Damian took a while suspiciously staring at you and then at the cardboard box, finally hovering close on the and slowly put his hands on the top of it and opened it.

A parrot head popped up open when he opened it. Damian displayed on his face confusion, surprise, and then shock. Damian didn’t know what to do as the parrot stared at him. Everything was unexpected, and especially a parrot was inside his manor.

Looking up at you, he didn’t know what to say and found his words, “(Y/N) what’s her name?”

“Wait, how did you know it's her?”

Damian still showed his shocked face, “I… love… animals.” He slowly said the words.

“Do you like it? If not, we can return it ba—“

Damian hugged you stopping your sentence while the parrot stared at both of you, and then looked around the room she was in. “I love it (Y/N).” He paused, “But did you name it?” You shake your head from his response.

“Well, what are we waiting for? I think both of us can figure something out.” As he finally smiled, you knew his mood was now back to joy and not moody anymore.

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dcepic · 3 years

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I’m going to have a masterlist of Damian soon but after I’m finished with that “Love isn’t so bad after all..” and publishing some one shots and etc I’ll make one.

Thing is making a lot of the “love isn’t so bad after all” I got some extra parts that probably won’t even make it so I’m going to be adding it on the master list “Unused part from ‘love isn’t so bad after all.’” And I need to stop rushing it. Like I wanna make this good but I got so many ideas flowing and I just need to chill and think “hm which is good. What’s going be next? How’s this going processed well?

Also in the part 5 apparently there’s too much words to fit in sadly so I had to remake it at the end.

This was originally like:

“Would you let me kiss you in a scenario?”

“Yeah?”

Suddenly Damian got up and let go of your hands, “Stand up.” You were confused, but you did as you were told standing near the bed; you were about to say something on why he said that until Damian pushed you on the bed, got on top of you, having his hands on your arms, pinning and staring at you down.

So this wasn’t a scenario after all. Hey, at least Damian asked if he could kiss you, right?

“Kiss me then.”

Then that’s it ^ but hey I think that was fast forward anyways

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Maybe love isn’t bad after all...

Part five

• Beginning > (part one) Previous part (part four)

Summary: You got up for a new day and decided to change your look a bit to avoid suspicion while Damian gives his usual ignoring, insults, and complements until something happens.

Warning: None

Note: It apparently got too long so I couldn’t add the other stuff that were supposed to go with it but hey I believe it’s still something.

You woke up still tired from all the energy last night and saw your phone was filled with notifications, mainly from Kayla asking where you were and if you were okay. You checked the time to visit and noticed you were late. It was 10:43. You texted her quickly, saying you’re “sorry” and “stayed up late” due to not sleeping well from “a nightmare.”

Should you even go to school?

You wanted to stay but decided you have to attend, or else there would be suspicions of you being absent, and Kayla would be worried. Well, hey, maybe you can get some rest during class for at least a while, but first, you had and wanted to take a shower. A long shower. Looking at your wrist, sure enough, it was mixed with dark purplish and red in the middle. You assume it was blood and imagine what your cheek looked like. You consider wearing makeup to hide it, or else the teachers would think your dad is abusing you.

You remembered last night questioning your dad on why he abandoned the “car” and took the “gun” while arguing on why he would leave his “so-called friends behind.”

In all the answers he gave, it was because he “stole the car so they can’t trace who it is.”, “didn't want the gun to be in their hands because they can get your fingerprints,” and lastly, “they knew what they were getting themselves to.”

You felt bad for the two other men and the one that also saved you. If he hadn’t shown up, you definitely would’ve been exposed to the mask taken off your face, and Robin wouldn’t be distracted at all. Maybe he even ended up arrested hell, fighting batman, and making all types of noises. It just made you feel sad knowing they all are just like your dad. It was like hustling for some cash to support their family and having to take orders from what their asshole boss wants. You shook off the thoughts and went to find where your dad went.

You checked on your dad and discovered to see him snoring on the couch passed out in the living room. Oh, you don’t blame him for everything, and you thought about how this is what he felt every day, constantly working like this and hope that he would survive a day without getting injured or, worse, possibly, killed.

You're wasting time. You need to hurry.

Did you get a towel from the clean bins that were all cleaned and proceeded to go in your room to search for clothes that are at least saggy? The more you look at your arms, the more there were minor scrapes that made it itchy. “Oh, I need a jacket or long sleeve,” you said to yourself out loud. No way you can come out looking at this. Quickly you went to get the water ready and twist the knob, and you impatiently waited since it had to take a while to turn from cold to hot. Checking the water with your hand finally got warm enough to wash everything away and even get a little relaxed.

You felt like it took an hour or two to get out of the shower. You didn’t care; it felt good and very cleaned now that all the trash, tiny pieces, and dirt were away.

Never again will I do this.

You thought to yourself and made it a vow because it was dangerous of a 50/50 of either winning or losing. Scratch that it’s 70/30 of losing or winning a low chance to even getting out alive; it’s terrible enough Robin went rough on you with no hesitation or not caring on how hard his punch was. Hey, maybe it’s a new experience you can tell your future children how you did a robbery with their grandpa and got punched by Robin in the face and proceed to step on your wrist that hurt like hell, also adding you had to bury yourself entirely in a dumpster to avoid Robin finding you. Your future kids would have a mother with so much experience that they are not good ones. Maybe it’s good to convince them why they shouldn’t be doing bad stuff because of the aftermath it has.

You then grab a foundation that matches your (S/C) color and grab the sponge to blend it. Makeup does many things, so it’s good you had some left from when you turned 13, and your dad thought it was a good idea to get you makeup because he saw this as a trend that every girl started wearing when they reached middle school. You, of course, laughed at it and thanked him for the gift while hugging him. Ah, good memories, right? Putting on makeup all over where the cuts are at, you started feeling itchy from it. Of course, it’s scraped, so it would feel itchy but added with a lot of foundation of makeup and having to spray it to stay on wasn't good for a wounded skin that needed to heal. You have to add foundation on your cheek and, at this point, everywhere on your face since it would look weird to see a spot of foundation and powder on one area. But as you try applying the foundation liquid to your skin, you were in pain. Putting foundation and makeup on a recent lousy bruise was not a good idea. But you were not risking yourself to the point they probably would send you to the office to seek counseling.

It took a while to slowly pat on your cheek where the bruise at you winced a lot but not caring about the pain. Okay, you cared about the pain of it, but you weren’t just a wuss from a sudden pang; you were just stubborn with it.

Finishing everything and feeling satisfied with your look, you then get up for a dress and walk to your school. Oh, the horror.

Damian was in his mind and cursing himself how he lost the other two criminals already. It was like they’re both weak, especially when he punched last night, and somehow like he said, he lost them. He did check the dumpster, and due to it being dark in there, he could see well though there wasn’t any movement or not even body’s in there that he did he didn’t spot. Weird.

Returning to Batman, he had to report that Damian was unable to find them. It pissed him off how he could quickly lose sloppy criminals? Damn it. He thought to himself.

He looked at the seat where you were in, but you weren’t there. Giving confusing glances even though no one saw, he then looked at your best friend Kayla sitting by the empty seat you’re supposed to be in.

While the teacher was gone, only for a few minutes, everyone in the class would be chatting away and mixing voices of loud whispers and laughing.

He didn’t like attention at all. He didn’t want to get up and walk towards Kayla to ask what happened to you. Then everybody wondered why Damian Wayne was talking to a girl and overhearing what he was asking Kayla. Screw it; he needed to know anyways.

Damian got up off his seat to walk towards where you and Kayla would be at. Instead of talking to Kayla, Damian slams his hands next to your empty seat harshly, which startled Kayla surprised from Damian being near and not giving heads up or not saying “hey.”

Kayla went back to her calm posture, “Damian? Need anything?” Still looking with a confused look towards Damian’s face.

“Where. Is. (Y/N).” It was more of a confrontation than a question, although Damian doesn’t care about manners. He knew he didn’t have methods or was respectful when he wanted to know answers. It was worse when he was younger than being physical since Damian was a short angry person until his mother sent Damian with his father. Then comes the part with Richard, Timothy, Jason, and so much more others like a pack of wolves.

Kayla smiled, “Oh! (Y/N)? I was texting her where she was, and she responded like half an hour saying she woke up late cause of nightmares.”

He raised his eyebrow, “Nightmares? Did she mention you about her father there?”

It wasn’t weird. Nightmares are common to have from anything traumatic that happened recently or just common for some people with dreams unless you were the type to watch scary videos at midnight and then get scared to sleep because your mind saw the last thing when you sleep it creates some dream. He was about to say “forget it” and go back to his desk until Kayla spoke up that made him question her,

“He’s finally back!?” Kayla was shocked but then quickly went back to her usual self, “Well I mean that’s good!”

“Tell me something.”

Kayla sighs and wiggles her eyebrows, not wanting to start that conversation, “Damian, I know you like (Y/N).”

That immediately pissed Damian off. Maybe he did like you, but he wasn’t too sure about that; he hated how people tell him apparent things, and he didn’t like it, especially when they think they know what he feels and feels like even if it’s true or not he didn’t like those kinds of people they don’t know him at all.

He had a hard stone face towards Kayla, “You don’t know anything about me. You don’t know if I like (Y/N) or not, Kayla (L/N).

She didn’t care and pointed out, “So why did you come up to me and ask where (Y/N) at then?”

“Tch she ditched me and didn’t do our assignment, and now both of us will fail in this grade.” Even though Damian could make it up a grade with no problem in seconds if he had his assignments right there laying out on the table or anywhere like the bat cave.

Kayla was about to open her mouth when she stared at something across where the classroom door is and ignoring what Damian was saying. Her face turned to a quick wide mouth and shock. Damian noticed and turned his head around.

What the hell?

You, of course, at this point, felt like you want to sleep and wished you had a better life with a mom still in your life and your dad working at a good job and just you, the typical kid. Or at least that’s what you felt. Walking in the school hallways, you only hear the sound of your shoes when you take a step, and it echos you were feeling your legs giving up.

Now's not the time for this. And here you are, just walking to class late while most of the classmates turn their heads to see you. Noticing the reactions, it was surprised and shocked like they never saw makeup before on your face. Well, that’s true, but it’s a special occasion for self-care. You then saw Damian and his hands on your seat, while next to it, Kayla's face was a mix of shock and confusion as well. You don’t blame her; after all, you made it known that make-up was never your go, but here we are. At least it didn’t look that bad; you been doing it around middle school, but by the time you couldn’t do it anymore, having to wear makeup every day to impress anyone was stupid and realized that maybe it’s not worth it anymore.

You noticed the teacher not here and wonder why she wasn’t here. Was Mrs. Campbell sick? You just headed towards where your desk was, and it was already in the back as usual, but when you approached up to your seat, you looked at Damian.

“Hey?” You greeted, wondering if he would this time say something back instead of ignoring. You were usually wrong.

He looked at you with his usual stone face and went back to his seat, then ignoring you with no glances.

You sighed and started to get used to his usual pattern. It was like Damian ignores you during school, then whenever you and he are alone somewhere, he acts differently like last time there was almost a kiss that made your heart jump, but your dad, of course, text and it turned to what you never thought you would do.

“Sorry folks, it seems like Mrs. Campbell had to take a day off, so I’m here taking her place.” A man enters in who was chubby and tall with glasses and a mustache. A usual substitute would be here for taking over when a teacher is either sick, an appointment, or maybe they want to take a day off. “Everyone, take over your seats.” He said again while getting ready to sit down at his desk to see the list that a teacher would usually do.

Kayla whispers to you, “Um (Y/N) makeup?” Wanting her questions to be answered, she noticed you look different wearing a sweater and sweats like you just got up anyways in the morning and wore what you wore yesterday.

“Oh, I wanted to feel pretty with makeup.”

“And your clothes?”

“Yeah, I wanted to feel more comfortable from now on.” You answered her two questions and gave out a smile. Usually, bruises would take at least two weeks, so you have to be like this.

Kayla looked at the front and then made quick looks at Damian, who paid no attention to you and Kayla. Then she whispers in your ear, “Damian went up to me asking me where you were. He wasn’t happy and said something about you, and he got a bad grade.”

Ah yes.

You and Kayla would tell each other everything. Gossips and such, this was always you and her. “Hey, he tried to kiss me.”

Kayla's eyes rose surprised, “He likes you.”

You shrugged; he was confused and showed mixed signals; you didn’t even know what he felt for you, and you haven’t got his number still, so all this was just with loose ends to nothing. What else could you do?

You then heard your substitute voice, “Um, miss (Y/N)? Correct? I need your papers. It says here I have to go to every table to collect the homework unless you did it on a computer?”

“Well, sir I—“

“She didn’t do it. She’s incapable of doing it.”

You knew that voice and turned your head towards Damian. You were now annoyed. How he just says it out without letting you talk and “incapable”? You wonder if he’s just cranky every day in the mornings, but it’s starting to piss you off from it, and if you do confront him later about it, then it would get resolved?

Your substitute teacher looked at him and nodded, “Are you two working together?”

“We were, but (Y/N), of course, is challenging to work with.”

You wanted to stand up and argue with him by the things he was saying, but then this would prove his point, so you just huff. Weren’t you and he going to kiss, though? Was he just mad that he didn’t get to kiss you, so now he’s just an ass about it? You wanted to say, “Says the one who wanted to kiss me and not do assignments!” But then again, you agreed to want to kiss, so technically, you and he didn’t do the assignments together. He still shouldn’t just insult you like it was your problem.

You glared at him, “And you are challenging to work as well. A distraction.”

Damian just gave you a look, “Oh please (Y/N), you needed help.”

Don’t go there. Just ignore Damian. Don’t go there.

You kept telling yourself to calm down. Ignore Damian. There’s no point in arguing he’s a douchebag who probably just stubbed his toe in the morning, and you wonder how you accepted to even kiss him. “Whatever.” And you turn to look at the front.

Your substitute teacher, however, looked like he didn’t know what to do, “I’ll leave a note for Mrs. Campbell.”

Yeah. Good idea.

Realizing some of the students near you and Damian listened in and gave looks at you and him, it wasn't enjoyable. Kayla patted your back and whispered, “screw him.”

Damian felt like a fool. He didn’t want to turn this into where insults come in. It's like he’s bad at expressing the words that come out of his mouth, and hell, he’s used to doing this all the time with everybody, and it felt like no issue though it’s only pushing you far where he didn’t want that to happen, and it’s always what he’s doing. He thought of an idea. So this whole time, he glances at you every here and there.

During PE, as usual, Kayla hangs with Jonathan and being shy while you were there with Damian, and you didn’t expect Damian to talk to you.

“Why do you wear this nonsense makeup? You look stupid.”

You glared at him. “What is up with these insults? Are you mad because you couldn’t kiss me or something?”

He stayed quiet, still staring at you. You guessed you were right then, but then he avoided your words, “You look fine without makeup. Suddenly you are wearing this nonsense?”

“You act like you’re my boyfriend, geez. You also make insults out of nowhere, and now you’re complimenting me!”

It’s true he just called you stupid and then said you looked fine and proceeded to question you why you wear makeup. He is the type of person to be confusing, like does he insult you? If confusing were a person, then he would automatically be that person.

He hummed in response, “Can I not make an opinion?”

He was right. He can make an opinion; after all, it’s free speech, whatever everybody wants, just as long as they don’t threaten to hurt a president or anyone else.

You agreed, “Yeah, you can, but it’s annoying.”

You thought you saw the corner of his mouth smiling up, “I’m inviting you to my father's manor.”

Looking up to him, surprised, “What? Why?”

“You didn’t do our assignments with me. It’s highly recommended that you come with me to do it at the manor.”

Okay, that was pretty cool meeting up with him at his big mansion and meeting his family even though it shouldn’t be severe.

“Does this mean I can finally have your number now?” You thought you would give him your number so you both can stay in contact instead of just telling him where the location is but ever wonder what happens if something important happens that you or Damian couldn’t let each other know and disappear. Things like that could happen.

“No.”

Great. Thanks, Damian. You’re so lovely.

History class was boring, and it was talking about a “History of the Kamikaze'' that was a one-hour-long documentary about everything. The room was dark, so the video was bright upon the board. You lay your head down and about to close your eyes when some little rolled piece of paper hit you on your shoulder. You put your head up, confused about why and turn to see Damian sitting beside you and glaring at you.

What is he angry about? You silently mouth the words, “What?” And he shakes his head at you proceeding to ignore you once more. From there, you still lay your head down, not caring.

After school was over, you finally made it to the Wayne manor by taking a taxi. Yes, you weren’t aware how far Wayne manor was and didn’t bother to walk like ten minutes away, especially if it’s Gotham. Very dangerous.

Walking up to the gates, you see a button and a speaker. Guessing that this is where you speak through, you pressed it. Nothing happens. Until finally, you heard a noise.

“You must be Mrs (Y/N), correct?” An old British voice spoke out, and you were confused, thinking how they already know your name.

Realizing Damian must’ve told them about you, “Yes. I’m here to work with Damian on an assignment.”

Then the big gate started opening and opening wide for you to get in, so you started walking in you admire everything around you. Shaped bushes and some pleasant manor that looks fancy you guessed it was going to be fancier inside. You were about to knock until the door opened quickly.

Damian was there standing, having his arms together, looking pissed off as usual, “You were late.”

You rolled your eyes, “And you live far away. It took ten minutes, and I had to take a taxi.”

“Why would you take a taxi?”

You huffed, annoyed. “Because it’s not safe walking? Idiot.”

Damian wrinkled his nose, “It’s daytime (Y/N) being in a taxi increases the probability of kidnapping and kidnapping during daytime decreases. Don’t you know that? Or are you just dumb?”

He was a Mr-know-it-all. Great.

“Why are you still wearing makeup? You look pretty without it.”

There he goes again—his usual messing with you.

“Damian! There you go saying stuff, and the next you make insults!”

“It’s cute when you’re irritated.”

You wanted to wave your arms but hold yourself back, knowing he wants to see a reaction out of you. “let’s get this over with.”

You were walking in until you heard male voices yelling from somewhere. “Fuck off, you Dick!” Horrible languages were said that got you surprised. It was more like feeling, “What is up with these people?” You didn’t say it, but still, it was like that.

You heard Damian growl like a wild animal. “Damian?” Suddenly he holds your hand and pulled you with him that you were guessing to his room until you heard a deep voice that was calling Damian’s name,

“Hold up the gremlin; who's that girl you’re with?”

You heard another voice that sounded cheerful, “Dami?! With a girl?!”

“Ay, Dick, he’s holding her hand.”

Damian was grumbling. He didn’t like when his brothers got all up in his business and started embarrassing himself right in front of him. He didn’t need that now.

Was he calling his brother Dick? Why does Damian’s brother insult the person? Your question was answered shortly when the dude was coming up to you shaking your hand, “Hi! I’m Dick.”

So that makes sense, “I’m (Y/N) nice to meet you.”

Damian suddenly pulled your hand away from his brother “Dick.”

“Dami? Where are you going?” Dick calls out, and you couldn’t turn your head around since Damian was rushing away from them. You felt Damian’s hand gripped a little hard to your hand. It seems he was just angry or embarrassed? Until then, you made it into his room, bringing you in and closing his door.

His room looked nice, while it was just plain but cleaned and well lovely. Next to where his bed was was a desk with two chairs with what seems like all the papers; you assume it was yours from classes you have with him. “Come.” He ordered, bringing you to the desk and letting go of your hand. You noticed that his hand was a bit sweaty.

It didn’t matter for the next five minutes; you had a pencil in your handwriting down whatever Damian was saying to you about the history class you had.

“They were used to be suicide bombers since people believed they were going to become Gods if they died.” He explained.

It was dark. Messed up and dark. “That’s a lot of messed up stuff.”

Damian gave you a look, “Tch not to me. Now write it down (Y/N). I’m trying to help you.”

You sigh he was just giving you answers without you thinking about the question. It's not like you were complaining, but your history teacher would notice you, and Damian would have the same answers, “Damian, I can’t copy! Automatically an F.”

He made a noise, “Fine (Y/N), I’m using my hand to yours to make you write it with your pencil.” He kept his word when he placed your hand on top of yours and made you grip on the pencil to attempt writing it by himself. It was a struggle since it was a little sloppy, but it works for him.

“Your hand is so warm, and mine is cold.” You noted, but you said it out loud, causing Damian to pause himself and glancing at you.

“I’ll use both my hands to warm yours.” And he did it using his hands and placing on top of your both, realizing that you weren’t doing your homework; instead, it was just you with your hands clasp with his, and it was silent. You wonder what to say next.

“Wow, they’re so warm.”

Damian was still quiet until he asked another unexpected question that made you caught off guard, “In a scenario would you kiss me?”

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Language Switcher

Summary: Damian switches different language when he’s making love to you (Bonus sentence)

Warning: None. Slight smut.

Note: I don’t know smuts. I don’t even write smuts. I’m not good at smuts.

It didn’t take long before you, and he started kissing automatically once you got back to your place. Clothes became discarded as he kept kissing you and ripping off his tuxedo with his hands still not letting go of your kiss and while you attempted to try taking off those heels that you were not a big fan of since they were uncomfortable.

Damian couldn’t help himself and kept staring at you the whole time at the Gala that his father was hosting for charity or something that Damian wasn’t paying attention to. Then he saw you come in that he had his mouth slightly opened in shock. You were indeed beautiful without even needing makeup. You were just naturally beautiful in his eyes, and he couldn’t help but went up to you talking and making conversation.

Even though he’s your boyfriend and invited you.

“'ahababak” (I love you) he whispered to you between kisses, “Habibi” (Darling) and then slowly went from your lips to your neck leading pecks and then biting them not too hard but not too soft either and to your reply you gave out your moans.

You didn’t understand what he said when he switched his other primary language from Arabic. Yes, you knew it was Arabic, and it was unique the way you saw it. And you knew his mother and grandfather are of Chinese and Arab descent, so it makes sense that he would speak it here and there and also felt like every other language is so unique to learn you wanted to know more about the language even though you didn’t have an option for Arabic.

“Whatever that means, it’s attractive.” You gave out a breathless laugh like he just kept kissing your neck and you pulling his hair slightly.

When he heard you say that, it made him even more turned on, and now he wanted you, “'ant jamil jiddaan” (You are beautiful.) and whispered, “aihtajak jiddaan” (I need you so much) holding onto you tighter with his arms closing you and putting his hands on your ass.

Then while you both made it into your room, he pushes you on the bed, and you fell softly on your back. He then gets on top of you, kissing more on your neck and you closing your eyes, enjoying the pain that felt good, and you were sure there were going to be so many bruises on your neck. “Nena, te amo tanto” (Baby, I love you so much.) he muttered between the kisses.

At first, you couldn’t tell but realize he was now speaking Spanish. You open your eyes confused coming from Arabic to now Spanish, and then it made you even more confused when he told again

“le mien pour Toujours” (Mine forever.)

French, you realized. It was French he was now speaking. You wondered if he might have learned those languages, but then he kept continuing.

“YA pozabochus' o tom, chtoby ty vykriknul moye imya, lyubov' moya” (I'll make sure you scream my name, my love.)

Russian?

Damian uses his hands to take off your dress by going around your back to unzip the long zipper that leads to getting you fully naked, leaving you with a bra and underwear on which you gladly accepted and gave some space, so he can go in, reaching it quickly.

When Damian discarded your dress and threw your dress off to the ground, he took some seconds to admire you. Seeing you naked, even with a bra and underwear, he still found you very attractive. “ kakhulu kum” (You are very good to me.)

Even though you didn’t understand that language, you still found it attractive and wondered how much he knew other languages; Damian just kept switching every time he kept speaking and made you curious about what he’s saying.

“zarē mata inidatiresa maregaget’i ifeligalehu.” (I want to make sure you don’t forget tonight.) whispering in your ear as he planned kisses from your neck leading to your stomach and then back to your face leaving kisses on your lips once more.

You grinned and then whispered back, “What is that language?” And he answered back,

“It’s Amharic beloved, something I learned years ago.” Staring into your beautiful (E/C), he then speaks again, “Do you want me to speak English?”

“No! I like it; it's attractive to me.”

“Good.” Then he took off his pants, making them come off and his shirt. It made you turn on by just watching how his muscles are buff, his sixpack, the way he looks was just hot while giving you kisses everywhere he can find and explore your wonder how lucky you got him to be the love of your life. You never want to let him go. Ever. “Maybe I’ll teach you some.”

Then proceeded to make out with you. Damian pulled your underwear off you, “For now, I’m going to make you scream my name tonight.”

You believed him. And he did make you scream his name that night.

Bonus:

Some reporters angered your boyfriend, Damian, by asking if he’s not white; it made you disgusted on how much people and reporters in Gotham were racist towards him and surprised he’s the only son who’s not entirely white out of all the son's Bruce Wayne adopted over the years and hell you wanted to fight them and argue back on how rude it is to judge someone over their race being mixed and showed on their body. You knew his mother was Talia Al Ghul, and his grandfather Ra’s Al Ghul and knew that they were half of Chinese and Arab descent, so often people were judging how his skin isn’t white like his whole family was. Bastards.

When the reporter walked away, you heard him mutter, “dedebi bidatam” (stupid fucker.), and you understand what he said in Amharic after making love last night; he taught you some Amharic even though it was challenging learning you remember at least some parts. Parts that involved terrible words. The amount is where he often doesn’t swear and use languages; it was rare, but when someone pushes over his limits, he tends to say it, so to say the least, he was furious.

“Hey, ignore them. They aren’t worth your time.” You said while grabbing his hand and wrapping it around as Damian letting you. He stared at you and relaxed a bit, not being angry anymore.

You smiled and attempted to make him feel better. “The best part is that you can say whatever you want, and nobody doesn’t understand it.”

“Yes, beloved, I can use this as an advantage if my teachers piss me off. Well, you understand what I’ll say.”

And you laughed because he was right. You understand a language he says in Amharic that involves a swear word.

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Maybe love isn’t bad after all...

Part four

Beginning > (part one) previous part> (part three) next part > (part five)

Summary: Finally a meet up between you and Damian it was decided to go and head to a library however Damian felt the need to do something until a text interrupt his plan and you have something else to attend to do which involves your dad and a crime.

Warnings: Really none. Hint of fighting.

Note: did this whole thing the whole night. Uh I’m becoming active with this story and uh good news is that other parts are finished but I might of went “ahead” and just made them up out of my mind and now I have to connect it somehow to make it sense for the story. Guarantee the part six has a slight smut. I’ll make sure to put it in the warning. Originally I wanted to make a three part story where in the end Damian and second POV reader make out and etc but I found it stupid. Rushing and getting to the point with short parts? Yeah no I tend to take my time and even expand this into something bigger. First time doing a whole much of it. Anyways sorry for long thing. Have a good reading! all criticism is okay.

Extra note: (Y/N) your name (E/C): Eye color, (H/C): Haircolor, (S/C) Skin color, (L/N): Last name. All for you readers if new to reading this type code and what you have.

The library was just ten minutes away from your own home after you met up with Damian and went to find a seat. With a shared laptop, you both had it online, and you found it to be even harder; you instead do it on paper. “This is boring, and I’m tired.” You groan and put your head down, closing your eyes for a second and wanting to take a break for the day.

“Stop complaining already (Y/N).”

You then lift your head and whisper, “Unlike you, I’m actually tired, and I wanna go home and sleep already.” Looking at him, Damian was staring directly at you back. With complete silence when you and Damian kept staring at each other in the eyes. You couldn’t tell if he was examining you closely or was waiting for you to speak again?

Suddenly your stomach rumbles loudly, and you want to leave the place mentally. It was full of silence with other people nearby hearing you. “Great.” You muttered. You could pass out straight there after a long day, and just sitting in an uncomfortable seat all day was not your go.

“You must be hungry,” Damian stated, and you glared at him again. Was he making sarcasm? His tone was flat out with no emotion, so you weren’t too sure, and he stated it like you couldn’t tell about yourself.

“Thanks, captain, obviously I didn’t know.”

He then looked at his backpack on the floor and grabbed it while zipping it open and holding something in there. “I got an orange. You can have it.” Giving it to you, and you grabbed the orange from his hand, and you then thanked him. Was he beginning to be nice? You wondered while looking at the orange, then looked up from him, still staring at you.

“You know you don’t have to keep staring at me.” You finally pointed out, annoyed. You wanted to question yourself if he’s doing this on purpose to annoy you a lot or perhaps even get you irritated quickly, but even you didn’t know your answer to the question even if it was, so you wouldn’t let that get to you if that was the case. He still stayed silent before now, looking at the laptop instead. “I still don’t know the answer, Damian.” You then added, and he made a sigh.

“Tch, You aren’t completely getting it. I’ll show you.” He then got up off his seat and went near your face close to type on the laptop while his face was staring at the computer, so you had a view on his side face up close. To say in summary was that you were distracted by what he was telling and that you had an option to stare at him or the laptop. Instead, you admire the way he looked, and how Damian's raven hair was near to you and how thick he was, cheekbones were slightly showing and a pointed chin he had you also inhaled some cologne he had on him, and it was strong even though there wasn’t much on him. He began to notice, “You know you don’t have to keep staring at me.” He mocked, copying the exact words that you said to him earlier moments ago. You felt like you suddenly turned red in humiliation.

“No, I wasn’t.” You quickly denied and then staring at the screen to see the complete answers he did for you, avoiding his stare at confronting you.

Damian raised his eyebrow, “Tch tell me what I said again.”

He reminded you of those teachers where they noticed people daydreaming in class or were distracted. Hence, they purposely called you out and asked you if you were paying attention, and if you replied yes, they made you repeat what they said right in front of them the whole class, listening in on seeing you paid attention or not. Once you fail, they either just put you in detention or leave you embarrassed the entire period wishing people forget after. It’s temporary, but those who have anxiety or don’t like being put on the spot suffer. You were one of those people.

Damian flicks his finger, earning a noise at you while you were being distracted thinking about that moment, “I asked you a question (Y/N).”

You supposed you should just come out saying it, or else you would be stuck in a library even extended and earning this awkward that he was engaging you about, “Fine, I stared at you while you were helping me, and I didn’t pay attention and got distracted. There.” You were expecting him to nod or scold you and move on instead; he sighs again.

“Although you did not hear what I said, I must confess I was staring as well and admiring your view.”

Was that a flirt? So he liked looking at you? You couldn’t tell if you’re tired, but the way it sounded was more like a flirt and random thing he looked like he wouldn’t say, especially during school he would ignore or be a jerk towards you. “You were just staring?” You had a tone that sounded like you didn’t comprehend what he said or acted confused. You didn’t mean to make it sound like that at all, but what else could you exactly say? Unexpectedly he got closer to your face until you felt like each other’s nose was reaching or an inch away from it.

“Do you want me to ‘just’ closely look at you then?” He asks slowly at each word like a toddler not comprehending what a person was saying, so he had to spell it out for you. You weren’t sure if you and he were going to kiss. Do you have to make the first move? Or was he teasing?

Damian truthfully didn’t predict this to happen precisely and believed this would’ve occurred back at school in a different scenario. However, even he knows he was awful at describing words when it comes from feelings and emotions. Damian doesn’t even know if he’s feeling feelings for you or they are beginning to appear? He isn’t good with knowing himself at all and himself. But now, at each other's faces, Damian wonders if he should do it. Would it change how he felt for you or at least thought he did feel? But accordingly again, he wanted to kiss you at least to confirm that he felt it deep inside if he liked or even close to a strong word, “Love.” It must be those hormones that are kicking in his existence and entering in, making him think and do crazy things that he doesn’t need to believe and do. His emotions never matter to him while growing up until now. It’s all appearing back. He cursed himself mentally for feeling like this, and he didn’t even know if it’s natural for an age like him who’s in high school to feel this much.

All you let out that came out of your mouth was, “Maybe.”

He looked at your eyes, adoring the (E/C) you had, “Do you ‘maybe’ wanna fix that with me? Go a little closer?” And you nodded soon without hesitation.

You undoubtedly didn’t know what you were doing, but you were okay with it. It’s not like people in the library never witness two classmates that were about to kiss like it’s nothing, right? More like flirting and then kissing, technically confessing? You weren’t too sure anymore, but you noticed you felt excited while around him, especially ever since he basically saved you from Thomas, and even though he’s a jerk, you still felt something. Recalling you said to yourself you had terrible taste in men. Oh, how true that was. Instead, you made sure if this is what he meant, so you slowly put your hand in his hair and expected him to take it off and then yell why you would do that, but he didn’t at all.

Okay, so this is what’s going to happen then. Damian's raven hair was softly thick. It's like you can pat it and won’t stop patting it after giving it one pat. You then put an arm on his shoulder and went through his hair furthermore, which still didn't stop you from doing it.

He put his thumb on your cheek, rubbing it while you unexpectedly began showing a light shade of red again on your face while he was staring at your lips, appearing closer and hovering over a bit with a question of, “Okay. Do you want me to?”

You nodded again. Keeping note of what you liked about Damian on top of everything was him just being gentle and sometimes caring. The critical word sometimes. He asks consent first and makes sure that you are comfortable with it. You don’t see many people do that much, and they go without caring and asking about it, but after all, you are still in shock from the occurrence that Thomas attempted to do. It was hard even to move on, coming from how you ever dated him and what he tried to do to you.

He was about to kiss you slowly until you both of yours and his lips would reach, but something stopped you quickly from your phone. There was a sudden specific ringtone you had on your phone. You automatically knew who it was—your dad. You knew you got many notifications from Kayla or some of your classmates, so you made a unique ringtone that makes a sound of birds whistling. Okay, maybe not that unique, but it has a ringtone that shows the rest of the notifications, and besides, you promise yourself you’ll find a custom ringtone that gets any clip or music to download.

Grabbing your phone quickly while putting back your shoulder away, you open your phone to look at the text. The text read from your dad, “Dad: Time changed. Please meet me back now. Something important.” Your dad's text made you feel worried, with a lot of questions about what he meant by the message. Time changed? How? You gave a confused look at your phone.

Damian watched you get up and suddenly start opening your backpack and putting the laptop in it. He noticed you just rushing now.

You texted him you would be there as soon as possible. Then after zipping your bag, you were about to run just for your dad until Damian stops you and stares, turning your head to look at him, “Where are you going (Y/N)?”

You realized he doesn’t know about your dad because you never mentioned it to anyone, even Damian only Kayla knows your issues and what’s going on in your life. “It's my dad; I haven't seen him in a long time.” You quickly added, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” And then hugged Damian speedily and took a moment before letting him go, running off outside to find your home leaving him there alone in the library.

Damian took the information in his mind. Maybe he was overthinking about it when it simply meant nothing. But then again, noticing your reaction to this “text” that you mentioned. He wasn’t dumb; of course, his fathers a detective just like the rest of his family. After all, aren't you supposed to be happy and smiling if you get a text from your father that mentions that you haven’t seen him in a long time to go and see him? Shaking his head, shoving the thought off, he was reacting, he convinced himself and now looking at the orange he gave you left behind.

You made it after it was ten minutes far away. Already exhausted, you still push it through when a message from your dad mentions, “Something important.”

What did he do now? You had a worrying thought. Is he already in debt with the people he’s working with?

Please tell me it’s not true.

Making into the house, you had the key somewhere in your backpack you put in but noticed somebody already left it unlocked. You got questioning thinking maybe he just finally made it in. You opened the door and walked in quickly.

Maybe he’s inside already.

You walked in, calling out your dad, “Dad? Are you there?” It took a moment of silence when you finally heard your dad called back from your voice. He was in the living room.

“I’m here (Y/N).”

So you walked into the living room to see your dad sitting down on the couch waiting for you, and he was fidgeting with his hands. He looked scared, and it made you more worried while feeling your stomach get sick. “Dad, are you okay?” You asked.

He shakes his head, being bluntly honest.

Okay, well, crap.

“My dear (Y/N), I have something you have to do. And I told myself I didn’t want you in this situation, but here we are.” He paused for a second as your own curiously grew, “We are robbing a jewelry store, and I need you as my upper person.”

Your dad was always an honest person. Straightforward, and that’s it. Plain and unambiguous, ever since your mom left and gave custody to your dad to keep you, you didn’t complain, but it hurts that your mom didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. You started learning after that he did small breaking robbery’s, but he assured you that he didn’t hurt anybody when it came to doing theft’s inside people's homes. He explained that he works for some mobs with power, and he was with them but kept telling you he wanted to change into a new person but couldn’t now that he was stuck with this life that he chose and can’t run away from it quickly. That’s why you were motivated to try earning a scholarship so you could move far away and bring your dad along, and he would encourage you to do it as you have to make something good that he couldn’t give you. Now here you are being asked if he could get you to join him in a robbery.

You were utterly shocked and gapped at him until you found the words to speak again, “Dad, you can’t just get me involved with this type of stuff!” Waving your arms around at him. Did you even have a choice at this point? Probably not. Did you want to be out of this sort of thing? Yes.

Your dad shakes his head, trying to attempt to convince you, “I know I don’t want to, but this person backed out, so they got rid of him. I need you to watch out for me if someone like security comes. Or maybe The Batman. Just give me a signal, and we’ll be out of there.”

Oh, you did not want to be involved with Batman and his sidekick. If they even catch you, your life could be ruined, and you have a low chance of joining the college they gave out if you don’t have a bad criminal record. You looked at your dad disappointed, but you could see he looked hurt in his eyes for doing this, and it made you sadder than being disappointed in him.

You breathe slowly before speaking, “Can I wear a mask? So that they won’t recognize me?” He mentioned that you could. You were now a little anxious, but that does not mean you were completely not tense anymore.

“We are going to be doing this at night. It's easier because we can leave as quickly and they won’t spot us. Well, I mean, you get the hint on why we don’t do daytimes.” He explained. You just agreed with whatever he said; you probably would get a panic attack while at the job. Or maybe a heart attack.

Oh please, God, make sure I am safe and not caught from my dad, who’s just stuck.

You prayed in your head, hoping there would be an answer back even though you knew no one would answer it. You still had to make sure, but now you have to convince yourself that you can do this. Just a one-time thing like an experience that you probably would tell your future kids if they ever attempt to do something like you would do at this young age.

During this time around late afternoon, you decided to either do assignments or tell your best friend, Kayla. But then again, you now had doubts that you shouldn’t tell her all of this even though you knew she wouldn’t say anything but telling her how low your dad was and making you try to work with him for robbery jewelry store just because the mob needed someone to be a backup and lord you did not want to know what they did to the other person that refused to do it. You decided to act strong because you also didn’t want your dad to end up on the news, and some people knew your dad, and then it was over for you since it spread like a disease around the Highschool, and you did not like pity.

Instead, you just did all your assignments you can turn them in so you wouldn’t be behind this time. Besides, who knows what happens?

Hours passed by, and you didn’t even realize it. Suddenly you saw yourself in the mirror you had across your bed.

Damn it; women come on (Y/N). You can do this. Just be strong. You thought.

Yeah, you were staring at the mirror, making faces to be imitating even though you were going to wear a mask. Could you even make a baritone voice so they wouldn’t notice? You attempt to make one just to see.

“Hey, leave me alone.” You forced a deep voice, and it kind of hurt to even make one. Okay, that line sucked, but hey, you noticed that it’s different than your other normal voice. The difference is just that you sound like a heavy smoker that smokes packs daily. Then your dad suddenly came into your room without knocking. You turned to see what he wanted.

“Here, princess, I got you a mask.” He gave it to you, a clown mask that looked like you would be apart with the joker gang. You didn’t care, though, and grabbed it because you can make them think you are working with the joker, but you worked for someone else. You thanked him.

“Thanks?”

Your dad looked at you, “it’s time.”

What already?

You looked outside your window to confirm if your dad just thought it was dark, but you were proven wrong. It looked late while hearing crickets.

How was it so fast anyway? You were doing like twenty assignments that were due in English. You then paused yourself in your mind.

Oh, that makes sense.

So how did you somehow get in the car with your dad driving to go to the jewelry store meeting with some two other men that would help us get some expensive jewelry that was close to 11 pm? Who knows anymore.

You thought to yourself, and I guess it’s that YOLO type with you only live once?

You could finally make sense and use the right word for this situation to know how deadly it could be. Hell, you even prayed that the other two men wouldn’t be hurt. You weren’t so quick to judge easily; maybe they were just like your dad. I stuck and having to work with them with no choice. It was survival, after all.

Making it, he parked near the front and stopping. He then reached in the front glove and grabbed a pistol, and handed it to you to get it.

A pistol?!

“Um, dad, I’m not killing someone. You know I would feel guilty for the rest of my life.”

He rolled his eyes, “(Y/N) we are not killing nobody. Just make a warning shot if someone comes and if someone intervenes, point it at them and scare them off. You still have to let us know before cops are going to be called.”

Yeah, nothing terrible is going to happen.

You grabbed it with your hand, and it felt heavy. Heavy that you knew the gun was loaded with, who knew how many bullets it has never even held a real gun before. Sure, you saw them in movies and such but carrying a real weapon was scary. You could easily hurt people with it like it’s nothing. You promised yourself you’re not killing anybody with this gun, and you made sure to keep it.

You were getting out of the car. While you hold the pistol to your side, you meet up with the two men that your dad mentioned. They were taller than you and reached your dad's height, who was close to 5 ft and close to 8 inches? While you just were only 5 feet. Short right? Hopefully, you get a growth spurt you thought for just a few more inches.

You couldn’t even see their faces as they were wearing masks and dark clothing, so anybody nearby wouldn’t be able to tell who they are.

Smart move they made, at least.

Then your dad ordered you to stay outside and watch out if someone comes out, and of course, you nodded to everything while the three finally went walking over to the jewelry store door even though it was locked. You wondered how they would even enter in there without alarms tripping off; then it answered your question after five minutes.

You were wrong.

You jumped, being startled by a loud rang that just kept being loud. You noticed your dad and the other two men just broke the glass door down. So why didn’t they trip the alarm and somehow hack it or find a way not to stumble it? Well, you did see cartoons and movies doing that, so you couldn’t tell if they do that in real life.

It didn’t matter since you became anxious. The more they took long, the more you felt like you would have a panic attack and explode. You knew someone would be coming by now, and you were once right again.

You saw far away from a tall building two shadows. One was smaller than the other one until they kept coming towards you.

Oh, it’s Batman and his Robin.

You started shaking quickly and couldn’t control it. You even didn’t have the voice to scream or say something. Do you wonder if you should pull out a gun and make a warning shot? You started forgetting what your dad even said earlier about this plan and suddenly felt like you were on the verge of crying. So you pulled out the pistol, and not knowing what the hell to do as they came closer running, you pushed the trigger, and a loud bang was heard.

You did it. You did that “warning shot” or whatever the hell your dad said to do if you see someone. Then they appeared closely, and you saw Batman across from you. He looked terrifying in person and never saw him in real life, so the way he was tall with a dark cape and how he looked buff with a Batarang in his hand that looked like if it hit you, it would hurt. Very badly.

A damn Batarang!?

Next to him was Robin, who was a little shorter with a mask and spiked hair that were lifting. Both of them having an angry face by the way they had their mouth frowning, and seeing the crease in the mask was giving you chills. What do you do now?

You didn’t know but quickly pulled out the gun towards Batman first while you slightly shook your hand due to being nervous.

“Put the gun down.” You heard Batman speak for the first time since they were here for minutes, and you still forgot that the bell was still ringing, and you felt like you should obey his order but didn’t you quickly wonder what took them so long. Did they not hear a shot? You assume that Batman and Robin were thinking that you were the only one robbing the place.

You warned him, attempting to make a deep voice, “I’ll shoot. I’m not scared!” Still aiming and then the younger boy in a Robin suit spoke,

“You are a pathetic criminal; you look like you've never shot before in your life, seeing from that shaky hand.” He smirked, finishing his sentence.

Well, he was right. You were too scared to even pull the trigger at them. You didn’t have the guts to do it. All you felt was giving up. Then Robin started to walk up towards you quickly, ready to attack you, and you weren’t physically prepared. Hell, you don’t even know how to fight.

Until suddenly, one of the robber men came to save your life only by attempting to attack Batman out of nowhere with a tire iron which Batman grunted and avoided the next hit, then distracted Robin to turn his head around to look at the fight.

This was your chance to get him (Y/N)!

You finally ran up to Robin and prepared to hit him with your fist as he turned around to you, and you punched his face. You got a bit to him. Although it was a weak punch, you thought it would be better in your head thinking you had powerful energy; it was just not in reality.

Well, you tried, at least.

Robin just chuckled at the fact you didn’t even get a bruise on him, and then he suddenly punched you back on the cheek, and that shit hurts so much that you stumble around on the ground, dropping your pistol. You knew a horrible bruise would pop up later but now's not the time to think about it. You had one goal that you screwed up, at least not yet.

You quickly reached for your pistol, but it wasn’t quick enough that Robin stepped on your wrist hard, making you groan in pain. You just gritted your teeth from talking out.

“Pathetic how a lowlife like you can’t even rob a bank properly. This whole thing is too easy.”

Oh, screw you too, Robin. I was forced to be here.

You saw he was reaching to grab your mask off to reveal your face, so you attempt to distract him at least, “Look behind you.” You, of course, said in an attempt a deep voice as, and you saw him turn his head away from you for a second. This was your chance to kick him as hard as you can in the knee. And you did it; then you grinned even though he couldn’t see through your mask.

He let go of you while grabbing on his knee in a bit of pain. “What’s wrong? Being kicked by the knee by a ‘lowlife’ by me?” Okay, you knew you were taking this as an achievement that you took the time to insult back. Were you kind of petty? Well, as a criminal, yes.

“I can tell you are a female. You can’t voice a male voice properly; how low could you be?”

Okay, you hate this Robin very much.

He didn’t need to the point that all. Yes, you should practice more but screw that, this was one experience. Suddenly your dad got out running while the two men fought Batman, but they didn’t last long before they got knocked out. He just grabbed the pistol in the ground while holding your shoulder to run in the alley.

“Dad! Why are we not taking a car?” You were breathing heavily due to having to run fast away from Robin, or less you and your dad be screwed.

“They will follow us! We need to find a way to get the hell out of here or hide nearby.”

You heard far away from Batman ordering Robin to chase you down. “Dad, we aren’t going to make it!”

He was still looking ahead, getting out the alley, “Princess, don't start giving doubts.”

“Even in robbery’s?” You quickly said, giving glances at him and straight ahead where the alley lead near the roads nearby

He answered back, breathing heavily, “Yes. Even in robbery’s.”

Suddenly he pulled you in a twisted turn on the left and noticed a long green color dumpster that looked big enough for the two of you. You didn’t complain because you knew Robin was close by chasing you, so he opened the long heavy lid on top of the dumpster, and both of you quickly got in.

He put a finger towards your mouth to not say anything. “We got to bury ourselves in here.”

“Wait, what?”

“Don’t complain now. He will look in here, so we might as well bury ourselves entirely so he wouldn’t notice us at all. We are blending in. Just be quiet.”

This was the worst day in your life that you’d never forget. Ever.

The pungent smell of trash and mixed with old food and sort bugged you so much you are pretty sure there might be a dead rat as well. But you didn’t care; you weren’t risking you and your dad to be jailed, or worse may be in prison for life just for complaining about the smell and being in here.

So you dug yourself until you were with the trash itself to the point where you couldn’t move your body, couldn’t see, and the smell got worse. You guessed you were to the bottom, and so was your dad. Suddenly you heard footsteps. They were quiet until they walked near the dumpster and opened it.

Don’t breathe. Don’t move. Don’t even move at all slightly, or Robin will see.

You hold your breath, not wanting even to make sudden breathing. It took a while that you thought Robin was gone, but you heard a grumble with an angry hint tone coming from Robin, then he finally closed it with a slam while hearing him walk away as it turned distant.

Finally, you breathe in relief, but the smell just made you want to puke so bad. You heard your dad, “we might need to stay here for a while until we can make sure they are completely gone.”

You replied with a “Yeah, sure.”

It turned awhile into hours of being in the dumpster. You surely will never forget this day that was a horrible event you didn’t want to do anymore.

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Maybe love isn’t bad after all...

Part three.

> (Part one) (Part two) (Part four)

Summary: (Y/N) thought it would be a normal day as usual and talking to Damian but it was surprising day with plans.

Warning: None

Note: Did this entire thing during school so it’s not good as I think it is? I’ll make more soon probably with two more parts. Don’t know yet I’m still thinking.

The next day you were too tired, but you had to force yourself up and get to school before your friend got worried about something happening to you; until then, you heard a knock. Could it be your dad that finally came back from what crime he was doing?

Yes, you know your father does crime working for other people and robbing others for money. It hurts you so bad seeing him being so low and hurting others, but you both needed the money to keep paying rent, or else you would live on the streets, and you didn’t want that. You hoped you would one day apply for a college scholarship to get a better life and job for you and your father. For now, it’s just waiting time.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes while walking to the door, and as you twisted the knob opening it, your eyes landed on your best friend, Kayla. She looked over-excited and also ready for school. “Kayla?” You said, confused as to why she even came all the way over in the morning.

“I couldn’t wait to tell you! So remember me liking Jon?” She quickly said while looking like she was about to shake. You nodded slowly, now fully awake, “I confess that I like him, and he admitted he feels the same!” She screamed while you were wide-eyed by the random scream.

You shake your head, “Woah, Kayla, that’s amazing! But lower the scream; somebody’s going to think I’m murdering someone.” You gave a quick laugh feeling excited for your best friend.

She nodded and covered her mouth. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” She repeated the words still excitedly, and you haven’t seen her like this before in a long time. You hugged her tightly, sharing the same energy you have with Kayla. This was good news that made you awake even though it was her screaming, but it’s related to good news technically, right? After a while, you and Kayla settled inside to get ready and make breakfast for both you and her.

“Wait, does this mean I’m dating Jon?” Kayla asks while then eating the lucky charms you served her, and still confused, she couldn’t tell since they did confess to each other but does that automatically mean they are in a relationship?

You looked at her sharing a confused look, “Well, did he kiss you?” Kayla shakes her head. “Did he say he wanted to date you?” She then shakes her head again.

You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking, “Okay, today you’re going up to him, and you will be asking him what this means.”

Kayla agreed and nodded her head, “Yes! I hope this means he gets to hug me every time.” You just grin and shake your head. Oh brother.

Kayla then stopped a moment and looked at you, “Hey aren’t you going to do the same thing to Damian?” You stopped and stared at her with a questioning look.

“What do you mean?” You ask and crossing your arms, wondering why Kayla would think about that thought,

Kayla ate the lucky charms pieces, “I dunno cause you both to look cute together, and I’m pretty sure you like him, don’t you?”

You gave a shocked expression, “No way. I mean, he’s pretty cute, but I don’t look at him like that!” You had thoughts on how cute he is with his sharp chin and body build, but that’s it; it doesn’t mean that you like him; he’s just attractive, right? Since the party, you realized right now that you forgot to thank him for what he did for you and saved you away from your creepy ex. You decided that once you made it to school, you were going straight to him and gave a thank you proper way.

After you and Kayla decided it’s time to head school, that’s what you both did. During the ride, all you and Kayla talk about how Jonathan would date her and surprised he said it out directly and maybe a bit of Damian. But that’s all you thought.

However, after you and Kayla walked up towards the entrance, you noticed everybody stopped talking once they saw you were there. There were hundreds of eyes staring at you. You suddenly felt nervous and started to wish you instead stayed home. It was a sudden horrible feeling, and you knew it was from the party that happened last night. Maybe they thought about how “oh, a Wayne has to save you.” Or “Shining armor knight.” Added with pity. You realize you felt you were going down until then. It caught you by surprise.

Everyone started clapping and cheering—all of them. You were confused about what and why? You look next to your best friend Kayla, who was also smiling. You were confused. “Kayla? Why are they clapping?”

To your answer, she replied, “What do you think? You got saved, and rumor has that Thomas was exposed to doing the same to other girls. Now he’s locked for good.”

Holy shit, you thought in your head you can feel that you said it loudly. You didn’t notice Kayla was going on her phone, and then she showed you her screen that was all the way bright, so you had no choice but to look at it. And then you saw it. You saw the hashtags and pictures.

Pictures of you hugging Damian and trending on Twitter of you and him being shipped. A hashtag “#Damianand(Y/N)” and one tweet written by the name of ‘RedTooSawg,’ “RedTooSawg: I think what Damian did was cool. Both look wonderful together.” Or another tweet by user CookieLover, “CookieLover: it’s nice for him to defend his GF!” And there were so many more tweets that were recent, and all of them talked about you and Damian being together. You didn’t know if you should be flattered or embarrassed knowing you and Damian weren’t even a thing. It’s just friends. Or at least you thought.

You proceeded to walk in the crowd clapping and saying things out loud as if you and Damian had a secret something together or dating in private. Kayla holds onto you smiling proudly. You thought you and Damian were friends until you entered the classroom and saw Damian sitting and looked tired. Kayla signaled you and gave you a look to go up to him, and you did. But when you went up, he noticed you and went back to staring at the board, ignoring you. It was a weird thought, so you waved at him, and he still ignored you. Was he mad at you? “Hey?” You finally spoke to him, trying to get his attention, but he always ignored you, pretending like he didn’t hear you. You were confused that he ignored you out of nowhere since last night he talked to you and helped you. Now he’s just missing. Ouch.

“Thank you for helping me last night.” It was all you said, and still, he acted like he didn’t hear you. Class started as the teacher spoke about taking seats, so you went to sit down next to your friend away from Damian. Kayla peeked at you and noticed you were quiet thinking,

“So what did he say?”

You looked back at Kayla, “He said nothing. He was ignoring me.”

Damian didn’t mean to ignore you, but he just had to. After last night he went back to the manor and explained to everybody what happened, and he didn’t get in trouble, but he also didn’t get sleep from patrol and thinking about what happened back there. He was just there to save you, and that’s it. Until he woke up for school, and Jason was looking at him, shocked, saying that he needs to check his phone quickly. And so he did and saw pictures, videos, videos of him speaking to Linda how she tasted like fish, everything with hashtags shipping with you. He was annoyed that Damian didn’t like all this attention he got.

He never liked the attention coming from people who were all just there watching and now being shipped with you that he barely talks to. And getting thanked by everyone didn’t help either. He didn’t know how to even react when he saw Twitter. Then his father comes up to him talking about having to apologize to Linda for the way he embarrassed her in the crowd. Damian didn’t want to apologize but was forced to anyway.

During the class, however, he would give glances at you that you didn’t notice since you were staring straight ahead at the board. Until the teacher finally mentioned having to go in groups of two. When Mrs. Campbell said out all the names, of course, it was you and Damian having to be paired. He didn’t know if he wanted to be paired with you, but he didn’t like anything.

Mrs. Campbell gave papers that were then handed to everyone with a list of English mixed with math, and yes, some classes had two subjects together. Why? Who knows. After the bell rang, Kayla grabbed you to leave. Next was PE that she had with Jonathan and, of course, Damian. Would he even talk to you anyway in PE? You weren’t athletic, but you were pretty good with running. The most part you hated about PE is how short the shorts were and how you had to dress in front of other girls. You had low self-esteem even to change even though you shouldn’t but come with it. After asking the female PE coach if you can change in the restrooms, she said “yes.”

After you put on the shorts that were black with a Gotham high logo, you also had the PE shirt with Gotham high logo, and as usual, Kayla always waited for you like you always waited for her. Both of you were inseparable, and you were happy with that. Waiting outside for the coach, you and she were sitting on the ground chatting until she saw Jonathan and Damian.

“Look, there he is! He’s with Damian. Wait, is he staring over here?” You looked at where they were at, and yes, Jonathan was staring over where you and Kayla were at; however, Damian was looking at Jonathan instead. You wonder if you did something terrible. Damian even had to be dragged by Jonathan all the way where you and Kayla were at.

Jonathan was pulling Damian, “Come on, D, there she is!” He was grinning widely, and Damian tried to stop walking, but of course, Jonathan was Superman’s son and is kryptonite, so he was way stronger than Damian. No choice but to just let him.

You, Kalya, Jonathan, and Damian were in a group now chatting, except Damian wasn't. It felt like you both were the third wheel while Kayla was speaking loudly with Jonathan. You wanted to say something on why he’s ignoring you like this until the PE teacher called out everyone to come over to do stretches before doing a dodge ball play against teams.

“Alright, now do some stretching on the arms this way.” Your PE teacher ordered, and you let your arms wide while your other arm was holding on. After a few minutes of doing other stretches, the PE teacher had a list of red and blue. Half and half of the class would be on red and blue teams while throwing the ball at the other side. This was fun.

It turns out that you and Kayla were on the same team as Jonathan and Damian. At least he’s not an enemy on the other side, you thought to yourself. Was this supposed to be happy? Would he try to get you out automatically? However, you were wrong.

When you were about to grab the ball that they tried throwing at you, but you dodged it, suddenly Damian grabbed it instead, and you were puzzled, “Hey, that was mine.” To Damian, he just looked at you.

“It doesn’t say it’s yours.” You were now irritated by his comment, but you made sure it wasn’t displayed on your face. Then a ball hit you hard on the shoulder,

“Ow!” You whimpered and looked at the person that threw it at you. Linda. Seriously, is Linda going to start harassing you now? Why is she suddenly in your life?

Then you hear the PE teacher call out your name, “(Y/N) you’re out!” And you didn’t protest. Instead, you just signed and walked near the wall on the side of the game and sat there watching Kayla and Jonathan babbling and avoiding the balls. “That’s my girl.” You whispered to yourself. Too proudly staring at Kayla, you didn’t notice Damian throwing the ball hard on Linda’s head until you heard your PE teacher yelling.

“Damian Wayne! You’re automatically out, and you do not throw balls at people's heads.”

Damian just glared at the teacher, making his defense “Tch, in my defense, she was in the way, and her head was bigger than her whole body.” You just heard giggles and Linda turning pissed and glaring hard. You couldn’t help but smirk. You felt like Linda deserves it for everything she’s done. Good job, Damian Wayne. Even though he’s ignoring you, you had to give him props though your PE teacher thought differently.

“You knew the rules, and now you have to stay out of that completely. Just be glad I don’t send you to the office Mr. Wayne.”

This means that there’s going to be a new round where everyone can play the second time again, but Damian has to sit for the whole time until the bell dismisses the class. “Wow.” That was all you said.

Your teacher blew a whistle and yelled out how everyone is now free to go back to the court while adding in, “Expect Damian.”

Then you got up and went back on the court with Kayla and Jonathan while she waved at you, “(Y/N) have you seen Jon’s throw? He’s so good. It’s impressive!” And Jonathan was overhearing what she said; he just grinned again.

“Aw, it was nothing, K.” was all he said while scratching his head.

You then look on the other side to see Linda. She was staring at you with a ball in her hand and squeezing the ball. You knew what this was. This was a war between you and her, and you might as well accept it because you’re not holding back in this game to get at her. The whistle blew once more, starting the game.

As the balls kept throwing at you and other teams, of course, some were faster than others to run and grab the ball quickly before there’s another one thrown at them. You dodged them quickly, avoiding the balls in colors red, blue, orange, and even green. You will not lose this round. Once you hit Linda, you can finally be complete for today.

“(Y/N) watch out from the right!” Jonathan shouted and warned, so you instantly moved as quickly as you can avoid it. You got sidetracked, being surprised that you were getting good. You thought this was just some goal that kept you off your feet, and you smiled.

You looked at him quickly while saying, “Thanks, Jon!”

He gave you a nod, now focusing on himself and Kayla trying to grab the ball without getting hit.

Linda could see the dedication in your eyes that made Linda pissed as she thought to herself, “(Y/N) you are a fool.” Giving her strength on her arm, she throws the ball, but she misses and gapes. It was inches close to you while you decided to make a random move. It was a fast reflex.

All you said to yourself was, “Holy shit.” You were shocked and slightly scared since you didn’t expect yourself to do so, then you saw to your left that Kayla throws the ball to hand it to you quickly. This is your time to make sure to grab and throw it at a good aim. If you miss, you would curse yourself and would be a fool. Even though everything was going all so fast, you had to get your chance.

And you did.

While running in the front where the rope court is, you jumped and threw it at Linda, and she could’ve missed it if she weren’t slow, but she got touched by the ball. “Holy fucking shit.” You said out loud, automatically not thinking.

Kayla grabbed and hugged you sharing the same excitement. “(Y/N) you did it.” But then both of you suddenly got hit, forgetting about the other players on Linda’s side.

It didn’t matter much since you did this to get Linda out, and now you can finally find peace within yourself, knowing you are better than her. Both you and Kayla were sweating since it was inside a gym, and it was getting hot from moving around too much.

Damian slightly smiled at your victory before he went back to his familiar face so no one would notice.

The bell rang at the right time, and everyone got up and ready to head to the lockers to change. Some were able to go home since they had an earlier different schedule, and you were one of them. The difference between a late and earlier program is that you wake up late and go to school during 10:15 but get out at 4:15. For a previous schedule, you get up early, starting at 8:30 but head out at 2:30. So you decided to take it before even though you were not a morning person, but it’s better than getting out late, already late afternoon. Changing back to your usual clothes in the restroom, you got out trying to look at your phone. Two things you miss were you wondering if your dad would come home and having to ask Damian to work with her on the assignment they both have together in a group. You spotted Damian outside and quickly went up to him, and tapping his shoulder, he turned his head around and stared at you.

“If you don’t know, we are in a group between two and have to work together.” You explained to him.

The words he said next made you pissed, “We both can do this individually alone.” Then he was about to walk away until now; you forcefully grabbed his shoulder, tired of him ignoring and becoming an asshole.

“Okay, listen, I get you are angry at me for something, but I need help with this. I'm not as smart as you.”

Damian still has his face stoned. “I’m not angry at you.”

You just looked, “What? So why are you ignoring and avoiding me?”

His eyebrow rose. “Can I not do that? Is that illegal?” While putting his arms together.

You were about to come up saying something but didn’t think what to say until he sighs heavily, “Fine. I assume you know where Gotham City Public Library is, yes?” You nodded, “Then meet me there in the front in one hour.” And he walks off before stopping, “Don’t be late. It would be a waste.”

“Can’t we just exchange numbers?”

“No.” Then he walked off away from you, heading out in the front.

You muttered something until you got a phone call, and you grabbed it. It was your dad, so you quickly answered, “Dad?”

Your dad's voice comes out the phone speaker, “Hey (Y/N) sweetie, and I finally got money. I'm going to head back home and get you some groceries, and then I’m going to leave.” You were sad because you didn’t get to see him in person and wanted to hug him and see if he was okay.

“Yeah. But I wanna see you!”

You heard your dad quiet again until he finally spoke, “Okay (Y/N), I’ll come back later tonight, but it has to be quick. They wouldn’t like it if I leave again.”

They. They are in mobs and criminals that pay people to do what they want or else they would kill them. Meaning they could kill your dad. You were hurt about that but didn’t mention it since it wouldn’t change anything even if you wish it to change. “Thank you dad I love you.” Your dad proceeded to say it back and that’s when he hung up. Okay at least you get to see him until he's gone for weeks, you thought.

Kayla walks up to you, and then you explained your plans with what will happen for today. One hour before you have to meet up with Damian and that’s it. Easy homework finished.

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Maybe love isn’t bad after all...

Part 2

> Part 1 (Part three)

Summary: After (Y/N) decides you have no choice but to join this party you meet up with others. But it took a turn when your ex Thomas has other plans.

Warning: Attempt R@pe (don’t worry it don’t show much and well you gotta read at the end to see :D)

Damian was grumbling himself. He didn’t know what it was. Was he supposed to dress fancy or plain? Is this party just full of people that wear costumes? He didn’t get specific information. All he knows is that he has to go on a date with Linda that wasn’t all too serious. He planned on just ditching her to find where you were at, and he felt in his gut that you shouldn’t be around Thomas. Seeing a boy with ill intentions on whatever he was going to do. It already pissed Damian off overhearing what Thomas would do if you didn’t obey what he said.

He was interrupted by Richard coming into his room without even noticing him entering until he said something.

Dick smiled goofy, “I see you are getting ready for something or someone.” He said slowly, raising the voice to Damian, just rolling his eyes while looking at his mirror, trying to see if it fits him.

“It is none of your concern Richard.” Damian was considering just wearing a plain jacket with plain dark pants. After all, isn't he going in visible mode? Does he want you to see him purposely? Why is he even doing this anyway? It didn’t matter to him; he had a goal to keep you safe, as he said that to himself.

“But Dami, I'm so proud of you! Who’s this girl you’re going with?”

Knowing he wouldn’t leave him alone until he gets his answer, Damian sighs, ready to answer, after all, he is technically going with someone to a party anyways “I’m just going with a female that doesn’t matter to me besides I’m inviting Kent to come with me because he’s suitable to help me in case something would happen at that party.”

Dick nodded slowly, “Uh-huh, well, if something does happen, you know what to do.” He points at himself even though Damian knew what he meant. After it went, quiet Dick took a signal to go away.

A moment after a while, Damian was finally ready to leave now that he was satisfied with what he should wear. Nothing to be fancy about. Damian thought in his head. He was also happy that he could finally drive in his car now without having Alfred taking him somewhere all the time, and Damian feels like he should give Alfred a break now that Damian knows how to drive and since he’s older as well close to the adult age. Close.

Walking out of his room down the stairs, he passed the kitchen, where he took a glance and saw Cassandra, Tim, and Richard in there. Damian knew they were talking about him and where he was going. It was annoying, but Damian told himself not to pay attention to it and that they do this as what they say “brotherly love,” meaning where they make fun of him and won’t leave him alone for probably weeks. He could imagine hearing Richard gasp dramatically and saying things such as “I’m so proud, Dami” and “I can’t believe you're grown up.” And then Todd would talk about how he can’t believe a girl would like him, and lastly, his father most likely gave him “the talk.” Damian was not prepared for that one.

Walking out the door, he opens it and locks it while closing it to head to his car quickly to pick up Kent and that female he has to get. Just put on a smile. He said to himself.

Tim was on the computer typing whatever he had to do for some essay with the Wayne’s. It was a project he had to introduce for new workers that made it on board, and now that he had to make a long speech with the press and such, in summary, it was boring. But he had to do it, or else he would be behind everything, and he did not need that.

While Cassandra sat next to Tim, watching what he was doing, she could see dick grinning wide. It’s his usual mood, but this time she could tell something happened that made him all in a great spirit by the way he’s waiting for Tim to speak, and Tim even noticed it too before he sighs, “Okay. Let it out; what is it?”

Dick grinned widely and moved his hands, shaking them, “He’s going out with a girl! A girl, oh my God! A girl!” Dick whisper shouted, not to make any sound just if Alfred or anyone was sleeping; they could hear his screams if he did that. And by this, Tim's eyes wide open, staring at Dick.

Tim was honestly surprised by this. When did the demon spawn start going out with a girl that Damian claims before that he didn’t like girls and would never go out with one? Since when? There must be an endgame to this. Shocked, he finally found his sense and started speaking, “Are you sure this is a girl?”

Dick nodded quickly, “Yes! Well, he did say she doesn’t matter to him, but like it’s a girl? Right? It’s, either way, it’s still a girl.” Then he looked at Cassandra, “Cassandra, I know you saw Damian. Did you see any emotion in him? What were his thoughts?!”

To this, Cassandra just glared at him wanting to smack him. He couldn’t be serious with the “what were his thoughts?” And acting like she knows how he's feeling. She only knows body emotions, not some feelings that are feelings. It’s difficult to say, but he gets what she means.

“I am not a wizard.” Cassandra started giving him a severely annoyed look. Seriously though, she sometimes feels like her whole family forgets that she does notice reaction emotions. Not love emotions. It depends on a person how strongly they felt, making a minor reaction that only Cassandra sees.

Tim just snorted, “Yeah, well, I still think there’s an endgame. No way he would start going out of nowhere with a girl. Also, don’t let Jason find out about that.” Tim smirked, knowing what Jason would exactly do if he had found out about Damian and this anonymous girl that he went with. It was already skeptical, but then again, perhaps Damian finally dropped balls and hit puberty where he would go after girls. It was still surprising, but he didn’t believe it was possible.

Dick yawned, stretching his arms, “Yeah, you’re right anyway; I’m heading to bed now that I have a break day off. Bruce should be here soon. Goodnight Cass, goodnight Timber’s.” Dick finally walked out of the kitchen to go to his room and get some rest for tomorrow before he had to go to Bludhaven again for patrolling.

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Makeup wasn’t your best go. You weren’t always a fan of makeup, to be honest. It just makes girls try to look prettier for other people to be impressed, but you always find it that everyone changes their looks just for someone to love and care about them for approval and accept them truly. It was a sad thing, you thought. You were naturally pretty, but it was average pretty. Not ugly or too cute but just average in the middle, but whenever you face Linda, you get jealous knowing that she looks like she would be a supermodel out of a magazine where everyone wanted to be her or with her. It wasn't delightful, but your best friend Kayla noticed your thoughts.

“Don’t worry (Y/N). Even if she’s there, it’s no problem. We can just avoid her.” She paused, “The best part is the food.” That's when you smiled, knowing both of you attend boring parties or prom for the food they have there—soda cans, junk food, chips, cake, and everything sweet and lovely. But you also take note not to eat all the sweets or else the next day you end up with a big tummy ache from all the junk food you ate at last night's party.

Kayla puts her makeup on and is satisfied with herself and then looks at you, “Hey, you wanna try some on? If it’s going to be this party, we might as well come in all nice and dressed; maybe you can also find someone there and meet a nice guy for you.”

That is true. Although you weren’t looking for another relationship, maybe you can discover new friends to talk to and hang out with. It didn’t sound like a bad idea at all, so you agreed to do whatever Kayla does for your makeup. After that was done, you both decided to find what clothes you should wear.

It ended up with a whole dress that covered your knees and everything since you didn’t like showing off a lot of skin, and even in these days, it’s considered a slut, but you still weren’t even comfortable doing so anyways.

After everything was done, you and Kayla went to her car, and she offered to drive both where the location was, so you agreed because you felt a little tired, but you were forced to go anyways because of your horrible, stupid ex. You regretted dating him. A guy who seems like he was a boy who’s friendly until you finally saw his true colors after dating him for a month.

Driving in the night, you looked out your window, looking at the moon and darkness. It was quiet yet looked peaceful as ever that you could probably take a quick nap. As you were about to close your eyes near passing out, Kayla woke you up with, “We’re here.”

You and Kayla both looked at the party where Thomas hosted. It looked packed as you saw some people on the front lawn chilling, talking with groups or two, and seeing a couple making out on the yawn. You could see the windows inside where lights were showing and music playing loud. You were surprised that a cop has not come over to stop the party due to disturbing the peace on the quiet streets where everyone was most likely sleeping. Getting out of the car with Kayla, you both went walking up the steps, and then as you were about to open the door, someone quickly opened it to be revealed, Thomas. He grinned. That made you sick in your stomach.

“Well, well, I’m glad you and your friend could make it.” He paused and then quickly added, “Come in! Make yourself at home.” Opening the door wide and putting his arm out to a gesture letting them in where there was a pack of people chilling and dancing everywhere, you thought that most of them might be drunk as hell.

Kayla grabbed onto you, making sure she wouldn’t lose you as she promised she wouldn’t go anywhere since there might be creeps in the party. But as you prepared, you had a knife in your pocket and a little pepper spray hidden in your other bag, so if a creep were to grab hold of you, you would pull it out to defend yourself. Then you hear Kayla gasp loudly, turning your head around, and you look at her confused.

Kayla was jumping up and down, “Omg! Jon is here!” She started clapping her hands together, looking so happy.

“As in Jonathan Kent? The boy from our school?” You questioned and then turned your head to where she was staring. Kayla was right there indeed was Jon over in the corner talking to Damian and… Linda. You paid no attention to it and stared at your best friend again. “Wait, you like him? I thought you liked that other dude Damian?”

Kayla stared at you, still in awe, “No! I don’t even like a rich kid with issues who probably would cheat every week. I like Jon because he’s so sweet! He invited me to have dinner with his mom and dad. It was amazing.” She sputtered and turned to nervousness and shyness.

You had an idea. “Well, if you like Jon, I heard Jon is pretty single. I want you to ask him out.” You dared her, and to her reaction, she shakes her head hard.

“(Y/N) you know I’m shy! What if he rejects me? Shit, he probably doesn't even like me like that.” Kayla spoke as she felt shaky out of surprise. It was apparent she had feelings, but you thought it was for Damian. Then again, Kayla has good taste in men, unlike you. You mentally want to chuckle at that.

Then you put a hand on her, “You know that saying with the ‘You only live once? Well, I say screw it and at least try.” You said it with a courageous voice to Kayla, agreeing with what you said. Kayla felt the confidence in your voice to the point that it somehow reached hers.

“You’re right. But you are coming with me, right?” Kayla asks for your response. You nodded and smiled. You’d hope that Jon would accept Kayla and maybe start somewhere from there since Kayla deserves so much for everything she does and does for you when you needed someone to be there with you.

You and Kayla went towards Jon, but you can feel how nervous Kayla was, and you also felt uneasy. Imagine in your place with Kayla, who liked a boy who was so sweet it would hurt if Jon rejected, and then it would be all over. Please don’t let Jon do this, you thought to yourself, hoping this would turn out good for Kayla. And if not, you had hoped they could both remain as friends and act as nothing happened. You didn’t realize that you were already there when Kayla spoke to Jon getting his attention.

“H-Hello Jon. It’s me, um Kayla. From school.” Kayla said while controlling her words not to stutter and mess up. You saw Jon grinned, and he quickly hugged her and greeted her back, even though you knew Kayla was going to be in awe and turn red and maybe even scream in joy when she comes home.

Damian noticed you quickly, and he was stunned. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he saw you cute even though he tells himself he doesn’t like you in that way. Hell, you two haven't even met yet or interacted with each other at all from school.

“Hello, you must be (Y/N)?” Damian took the first move and went up to you. You were surprised by a rich boy, and people would say that he acted like he was above everyone and made sure he made it look like that. Why was he even talking to you, though? Probably a friendly reaction.

You responded, “Yes, that's my name. And I know who you are, Damian.” You then pull out your hand to shake, but Damian didn’t shake hands with you; instead, he just stood there watching you without giving an interaction back. You felt embarrassed and quickly put your hand away. Well, that wasn't polite.

You didn’t know what to say at all exactly. It seems Damian wasn’t a social talker, which made both of you feel awkward until he finally spoke again, “I saw you answer the problem on the board earlier. I found it amusing since the teacher doesn’t know how to explain math adequately, but somehow, you still got it right.”

“Oh, it was nothing really.” you corrected yourself, “Well, kind of it was difficult, and I was scared to make a mistake, but I did my best even though I wasn’t paying attention. Thank God I got it right. Otherwise, I would’ve switched schools.” You made a joke at the end but noticed Damian rose one eyebrow up at that statement. Okay. Horrible joke. You thought.

Damian was about to say something until Linda popped in between you and Damian. She gave you a glared death look, and you knew exactly what it meant. It would be a “Why are you near my man.” Look. But you didn’t care. After all, it’s Damian’s choice whether he wanted to talk to you or not. But you didn’t bother to argue. Instead, you just stood there like a person who just walked in on a couple of making-out scenarios. That’s when Linda grabs onto Damian’s neck and kisses him against her lips to show off what she has in power. Damian was unaware this would happen and caught him by surprise. Of course, you didn’t care, but it made you a little pissed, so instead of standing there, you just walked away from them; you didn’t want your mood to be ruined all ready for this party you were forced to, and then you stared at your best friend giggling at Jonathan, and he was giving the same giggle back vibes as well. You smiled before heading over to the drinks and snacks where they would be.

You were getting a plastic cup for coca-cola until a hand reached on your shoulder, so you turned your head around to see Thomas. Thomas, that asshole. He grinned as usual at you; he’s been doing that the whole time since you got there.

“So I see you got away from your friend. Now it’s just you and me, babe.” He winked, and you got instantly disgusted again. You put his arm away from your shoulder while crossing your arms.

“Look, Thomas, I don’t like you like that anymore. How about you go fuck Linda again like you did last time.” With a hint mixed with anger and hurt, he seemed not to care; instead, he got pissed.

Thomas got his eyes glared down hard at you, “You were the one that made me do it (Y/N). Your fault that you didn’t give me what a man needs, so instead Linda helped me.”

No. Fucking. Way. You wished this was a joke, but you can tell that Thomas was severe that he thinks it wasn’t his fault, but instead, it was your fault he cheated. You can tell it was toxic, and it was a red flag from the beginning when you started dating him, but you choose to ignore it, thinking he wasn’t what he was. You were naive and young at the time, and now that was a big mistake you’ve ever made in your life.

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Damian was angry. Not even mad, he was furious. Not the fact that you walked away but the fact that he didn’t have consent to this. Yes, maybe that sounded childish in his head, but he took it seriously when it came from consent to do such acts for one another. Coming from where he was from and how females would be seducing without giving a damn as his mother and grandfather said that females are one of the most dangerous to make your heart weak. To let your guard down so they can destroy you.

He shoved Linda away, disgusted and wiping the saliva on his lips from hers that she placed. To her, she was shocked, “What?! Why are you pushing me away!”

“Because I don’t like you at all. And I don’t like your saliva. You taste like fish.”

That’s when Damian heard Jon and Kayla laughing hard as they heard Damian roast Linda right in front of other people that we're listening to. Even there were gasps and giggles while Linda’s whole face quickly turned to red, and too shocked to talk.

He even heard Jon whisper to Kayla, “That’s my best friend.” In a proud tone that Damian could guess in.

He doesn’t care at all when it comes to being honest. He was never the type to hide it from someone; instead, he just bluntly says it, but that’s when his father taught him not only to say things that aren’t the nice ones. He hated that, but it felt good letting out to the female he dislikes. After the incident with bullying, he found you pretty chill that you stood up for someone who you didn’t even know, but you still defended them. Speaking of which, he suddenly remembers you and how you walked off in the crowd somewhere.

Shit.

Damian suddenly leaves off where Linda looked like she was about to cry, but he didn’t care at all. His mission was to find you and make sure you are away from ‘Thomas’ off to search for you. He noticed you weren’t around downstairs. He could guess that Thomas acts like the type to get all handy and controlling. Which means that he could be…

Upstairs.

Damian rushed up the stairs pushing people who were in the way; it was too crowded, but he didn’t care either way. As he ran up the stairs, he noticed up there were three doors. He could guess this is where you could be in one of those rooms right now. And could also suppose that there might be other couples doing acts in the other rooms. So he then went to the first door close to him and attempted to twist the knob, but after he realized it was jammed or something that got stuck in it. Thoughts quickly raced in his head, and he had no choice but to break down the door until a hole or the door opened.

Using all his strength, he uses his foot to run to the door and kicks it hard until the door broke through, making a huge hole; thanks to all his training from his childhood to now, it wasn’t difficult for him to do this.

He thought he saw you and Thomas, but it was just another couple making out and almost half-naked until they heard a loud noise leading to the door getting broken down. They both started screaming in shock and fear while they did this, and it also attracted a lot of people to why they were screaming and staring at the sound coming from.

It has to be next door. So Damian went to the third one and made a massive break in slamming his foot with all his strength to the next door. And finally, he saw you. Saw you trying to get away from Thomas as he tried to touch you and take off your pants. But Thomas suddenly came to a halt as Damian broke it down.

Now that made Damian very angry. It made him mad that the next he started attacking Thomas and punching him in the face until his fist started having blood all over due to Thomas bleeding as he tried to avoid getting hit. Damian heard many gasps and screams were heard behind him, and he couldn’t pay attention as he got lost in his thoughts of violence.

It affected him a lot when it came to people trying to attempt touching others without any consent. It hurt him a lot that you almost went there in fear. He’d always hate crimes like this and found it to be the worst crime anybody could do. Worst than robbery and worst than the joker himself.

He was about to punch more until he felt his hand unable to get to beat him, and he turned his head up to see you. You were stopping him from basically murdering Thomas, who was on the ground unconscious already. He finally got back into his state of mind and got up away from Thomas, and then stared at you for a moment. He grabbed on your shoulders, “(Y/N) are you okay? Are you hurt?”

To which you tried to smile, reassuring him that you were now okay, but you couldn’t seem to smile after everything happened. What Thomas was trying to do instead, you nodded quietly and then hugged Damian, which he didn’t resist the hug, but he knew that you needed it, so he relaxed into the hug and put his hand on your back, rubbing.

It was shocking the next that the people watching started clapping. After they witnessed everything, they just all clapped together, and some said out loud, “Hey, that Wayne kid saved her!” “Thank God that boy deserves jail time.” and “Someone should put that bastard in Arkham.”

After a while, police came because Kayla called the cops on Thomas and wanted to kick him in the balls, but Jon stopped her from doing it and convinced her that he already got a beating from Damian.

Damian tries to convince you that you should come along with him to drop you off, but you decline, saying, “It's okay. Besides, your girlfriend wouldn’t like it if I came with you two.” He gave her a confused look but realized what you meant.

“She’s not my girlfriend. She can also take the taxi home. So please come with me?” He begged at the last sentence that at that point, you couldn’t resist by the way he just cared a lot about you.

Jon decided that he would be the one in Kayla's car to keep her safe while she drove to her place, and Damian would be driving you back to your home.

During the ride, you realized something, “Um, Damian? How is Jon going to his place if he’s dropping Kayla off at hers with her car?”

Damian answered your question keeping his eyes on the road, “He can walk back to his place. He’ll be fine.”

Then another question pops in your head that comes out of your mouth, “But doesn’t he live far away? He’s living in Metropolis?”

“I assure you he’ll just call his dad anyways on half the walk, and he’ll pick him up.” Damian was careful about the words he said. What he knows is that Kent can just fly away after no one is looking. Of course, you and Kayla didn’t know what Damian thought. After that, the car ride went quiet, and you were passing out.

He noticed when you were asleep, he breathed slowly and muttered, “What the hell am I going to say to the others?” He knew that Dick was probably notified by the Gotham police and is perhaps waiting for him to come back to the manor, pausing to explain what happened during the party. Damian was noticing that he arrived at your place. He tapped your shoulder and called out your name, “(Y/N) we’re here.”

It took a moment for you to wait up when he tapped again and gently shook you to wake up. You opened your eyes slowly and forgot that you came back from a party that had horrible events happening. You looked at Damian, but you were too tired to say anything, so you got out of the car slowly and shut it while waving at him tiredly, and then you went up to your doors, locking it.

Damian seeing you enter your home felt relaxed, knowing you are now safe, and that’s when he drove off, trying to think of ways of explaining to Dick and others what happened at that party.

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Maybe love isn’t bad after all...

Part one.

> part two

Summary: (Y/N) is just a student that attends Gotham high. Damian Wayne is just a boy who has no feelings for any other female and sees it as a weakness. But when he lays eyes at you, something he feels like isn’t what he felt before slowly realizing that you might be the one.

Warning: None

Class was usually dull. There would be teachers that ramble on not making sense and getting everything incorrect. Damian was bugged out and said that he could teach a whole class if he wanted to and make the teachers feel embarrassed by teaching. That's not helping everyone. After all, he was supposed to get a paper saying he passed high grade math since he did have his mother and grandfather raising him. He always was a perfect child, or at least supposed to be. Damian grumbled himself while then grabbing his pencil and doing little sketches here and there out of boredom. The class would be over in a few, even though staring at the clock is a bad idea. Richard would tell him that “staring at a clock would feel like a long time” and “makes times slower than usual.” So he took his word and focused on his sketching again.

While ignoring the teacher, he still heard your name, “(Y/N) would you like to solve a problem on the board? This is just a last question before we move on.”

You were nervous. You weren't exactly good at math, or at least you told yourself even though your friends praised you many times and said they are impressed, but you felt that maybe they’re saying that to make you feel better. Oh well. So you got up and went all the way to the front of the class and stared at your teacher, Mrs. Campbell. Everyone has anxiety while being up in the show as every eye stares at you, making you feel like if you make one mistake, then it’s over for yourself. You might as well switch schools. Instead, you nodded and took the marker for the board, and looked at the question. It was hard to answer as you have to divide and fractions, so you did it.

You got the answer right. But you still looked up for the teacher to see if it’s confirmed to be correct. And there Mrs. Campbell went as she smiled nodding, “Good job, (Y/N) that is indeed correct.”

Thank God you thought to yourself as you live for another day in that boring class. You went to go sit down but didn’t notice Damian staring at you the whole time since you were rushing to go to your desk. Your friend next to you smiled,

“See? (Y/N) you did it.” Kayla whispered to you and giggled, not to get the teacher to look at them, and to that, you smiled in relief. Suddenly the bell rang for class to be over as both of you packed up.

While getting out of the class door, though, you noticed a girl that looked like a model, and instantly you recognize her. Linda Viotto. A bitch and a bully with her group of friends.

You could see her teasing a helpless, poor girl who did nothing wrong and looked like she minded her business until, of course, Linda came along, and you can hear her while grabbing the poor girl's glasses and throwing it on the ground, “What’s wrong? Can’t see anymore?” Linda smirked while her backup friends laughed along.

You saw enough of this and went walking up towards them. You couldn’t stand Linda and her friends tormenting everyone who did nothing wrong to them. You couldn’t stand it anymore. Your friend, of course, smiled and was proud, knowing you were friendly to everyone and liked helping.

“Hey, Linda, can you leave the poor girl alone? She’s done nothing to you.” You said with a pissed tone, and then Linda turned around to see a surprised look to then an annoyed one.

“How about you mind your own fucking business (Y/N) like in elementary?” Linda said back matching your tone.

Ah yes, you couldn’t forget. In elementary when you still were young, you were also shy and didn’t make any friends at the time. And to your rescue (or so you thought at the time), Linda befriended you, and at first, she was friendly and caring. But by the end of fifth grade, she changed to a whole different person. It went from being nice to being horrible and rude to other teachers and students, and you couldn’t take it anymore. She became fake.

You stared at Linda pushing a younger female who looked like she was in a younger grade. “Where’s your mommy? Dead?”

You gasped so hard and surprised by her words that day. You couldn’t believe it while shocked at why she would even do that.

“Linda… that’s pretty messed up.” You whispered loudly, and to Linda’s reply, she smiled and went focusing on the younger one not paying attention to you.

By the end of the fifth grade, you decided to stop being friends with Linda and confronted her about it. She didn’t like that and yelled while then walking away and started to ignore you from thereon.

And here you are. Stopping Linda from tormenting the other girl who looked like she could have a panic attack any second. “Please, Linda. Why do you do this?”

Linda replied, “As I said, none of your business (Y/N). I can do whatever the hell I want, and if you don’t leave, something might ha-“ she quickly stopped talking when she noticed Damian nearby watching. Linda’s heart skipped a beat, and she forgot she was angry. Then Linda’s smile started grinning.

You were confused by her sudden reaction and turned your head around to see Damian. Damian Wayne. Nearby just standing there with a stone face.

Linda quickly walked up and shoved you while heading towards Damian. “Hey, Damian. If I knew you were watching, I would’ve come up to you earlier,” her voice full of attempt seducing tone, and to Damian’s reaction, it was more pissed as she tried to hug him, but he rejected it

You didn’t care much since he’s just some rich boy who could do whatever he wants, and that’s the only information you know about. It didn’t matter to you much even though he’s quiet most of the time and noticed that he doesn’t hang with anybody much except the other kid that goes by Jonathan Kent. He is nice.

Your friend put her hand on your shoulder and was shaking it by whispering, “Girl, your ex is walking up towards you right now!”

Shit. That’s not good, you thought. But it was too late.

“Hey (Y/N)? Are you free anytime? Or you are just going to be lame and ditch my invitation to my party inviting you to.” This was the ex that cheated on you with Linda. Fucking Linda Viotto.

You quickly rejected with, “No thanks, Thomas, I’m not interested in your party. Thank you, though.” You and your friend were about to walk away until he grabbed your shoulder, stopping you from walking away.

“Come on (Y/N), don’t be boring. Seriously remember what you said to me with the ‘You only live once’ with that yolo stuff while we were, of course, making out.” He smiled in the wrong way, and he knew that pissed you off. You were easily disgusted by him and didn’t want anything to do with him, and he knew that. So instead of leaving you alone, Thomas is just going to torment your words and using them against you.

Kayla was also sharing the same reaction with you and defended you, “Listen here, she said she’s not interested in your party. Just leave her alone .” And inside you, you were happy your friend was a real one, and that’s how both of you and Kayla instantly connected.

Thomas didn’t care and rolled his eyes, glaring at Kayla, “Well, if you two don’t come to my party, I might blackmail (Y/N) into making her come. Don’t worry; you can join as well, Kayla.” He threatened, knowing how he’s going to win by the end of this conversation.

Blackmail?

Kayla huffed, “And what is that you might do?” Crossing her arms.

“Nudes.”

That fucking douchebag . You thought hard, and you gaped at Thomas with a disgusted look on your face to Thomas in response to what he said, but in his face, he looked like he didn’t care with a smug. “I hate you.” You said slowly at each word with anger.

“Yeah yeah if you don’t show up well I’ll do it. You know my place. It starts at 8:30 tonight. Don’t be late!” He said while walking away to his other class.

Kayla saw your emotions on your face and hugged you. “He’s a bitch (Y/N). But don’t worry I’ll come with you.” She said still holding on to you while you were on the verge of tears coming out.

You looked at Kayla asking her even though she doesn’t have the answer to your question. “Why does he want me at his party so bad?” To which Kayla shrugs and then you both started heading over to class.

Damian overhead everything, blocking out Linda from talking too much about how she was single and asking if he could date her.

Damian decided that he’s going to attend that party just to make sure you were safe there. He then had an instant good idea.

He looks at Linda, “You know that party where this ‘Thomas’ has? You wanna go with me there?” He hated saying those words since he’s not romantic but he had no choice otherwise he’ll look suspicious with no one to hold hands or whatever males his age does. And as he predicted it Linda smiles and laughs agreeing to what he says.

Perfect.

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