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#Damian Wayne x Fem!reader
damianwayne0 · 2 months
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Y/n: Damian!
Damian: Yes beloved?
Y/n , putting on her shoe: I am going out ! Do u want something to eat !?
Damian, smirking : Yeah, you.
Y/n : ....*beep beep* *beep beep* Hey , Raven imma little sick, can we go out later? Thanks love ya~
Damian : I was kidding-
•The rest is unfortunately a history•
Raven: *sighs* I better get some nephews and nieces
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froggyfics · 7 months
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The Deadliest Poisons Are The Sweetest Masterlist
Marriage is unlike anything you ever thought it would be.
Pairing: LOA!medieval!Damian Wayne x fem!reader
Theme: Fluff, Angst, Smut
Warning: I will indicate which chapters contain smut (🍉).
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1 - The prince is looking for a new bride.
2 - You come face-to-face with your future.
3 - You remember the little boy and his rabbit.
4 - You meet someone new.
5 - Your wedding day arrives.
6 - Conflict arises within the Al Ghul household. 🍉
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Damian x reader where she is having a bad day and he comforts her! A lot of kisses and cuddles and Damian being a low key flirt! Please and thank u!
Promise - Damian Wayne x Reader
"Y/N! you will never believe what Penguin tried today at the charity luncheon! Amid the chicken fingers too! It was quite a hilarious event and- oh. Oh shit. What's wrong?" the hero had easily flitted through your window like a leaf on the cold breeze- a chill which had been blowing into your room for almost two, frozen hours.
"Hey Dames. I'm fine, what happened with Penguin?" you muttered, pushing hair behind your ear to look up at the shocked man in front of you. You quickly wiped away at running mascara, frustrated you even let your emotions get the better of you tonight.
Damian didn't reply, instead he firmly shut your window behind him with one hand, his eyes not leaving your curled figure buried in a corner of your bed. Next he backed up to your closet, continuing to analyze your every move while he changed out of his Batman suit, a new suit that was truly meant for him, into sweats you kept for him a one of your drawers.
You felt the bed dip and Damian was sat at the edge staring at you as if you were going to get up and run away.
You were still curled in a ball, knees to your chest and head resting on your arms as you grumbled, "I asked what happened with Penguin" and Damian gave you a slight frown, "what happened with you?"
"Rude"
"You've been crying"
"Have not"
"So pretty even when lying to me" he mumbled, sliding into place next to you, draping a long arm around you to pull you into his chest. You huffed in response, but it was more an excuse to inhale the smell of dry cedar, vanilla, and just a hint of sweat- overwhelmingly perfect (for my connoisseurs I'm talking ORMAIE Toï Toï Toï).
Giving into your silence he pulled out his phone, pulling up footage clearly from the day's events. You watched Penguin try to steal a highly expensive painting being auctioned, but before he could get away, Damian was bounding towards the thief, using Penguin's own henchmen's heads as stepping stones. They fell almost like bowling pins as your hero flipped and spun through the air, Penguin kept trying to shoot at the blur but Damian just had the villain spinning in circles until he too collapsed without Damian even having to lift a finger.
"Dick would be soooo proud" you giggled leaning your head up to look at Damian who was grinning proudly at the film himself.
"There's that smile. And yeah, I already sent it to him! He says he's gonna try the same move next week." Damian mused, tucking the phone back into his pocket, his arm still draped around you as he mindlessly tapped his fingers on your side.
You realized he wasn't going to drop it so you broke the silence, "I just had a bad day Dames, nothing to it, it happens."
"You know I would literally kill anyone who hurt yo-"
"I know Dames, I know. But this wasn't really anyones fault, I just get in my own head sometimes." you huffed, actually relaxing after getting the thoughts off your chest.
He tapped your skill with a frown, "well, then let the people in there know I'm coming for them next."
"You're coming for my thoughts?" you snorted.
"If that's what is takes to make you happy, I'll call Zatanna we can magic school bus this shit or something-" Damian was joking, but you appreciated the sentiment.
"Sometimes you've just gotta be a little sad D, I'll be okay,"
"Promise?"
"With you by my side? I could never be upset for long, I promise."
"That's what I like to hear!"
"I could totally use some pizza though, you know, to cure me"
"For you, Beloved, the world" your hero responded, pulling out his phone to order your favorites, clearly excited just to spend time with you. Seriously though, with him around it was impossible to be upset for long.
"You know I love you, Damian Wayne."
"I sure hope so, no other heroes better be coming through your window at night!" he teased back, pressing a kiss to your forehead while you shook your head with a laugh, feeling the pressure and weight get lifted off your shoulders already.
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Short but sweet, ty for the request!! <3
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nylpad · 20 days
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SHADOWS AND DREAMS
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Warnings: none (I think)
In the shadowed alleys of Gotham, where secrets and dangers lurk in equal measure, there lived a young man named Damian Wayne. Heir to the Wayne legacy, Damian was more accustomed to the life of a vigilante than the trivialities of teenage romance. His nights were spent patrolling the streets, his mind focused on justice, not love.
Y/N was a newcomer to Gotham, her presence a mystery wrapped in an enigma. She moved through the city like a whisper, her origins unknown, her purpose concealed. To Damian, she was just another citizen of Gotham, perhaps in need of protection, but nothing more.
Their paths crossed during a rare moment of peace, atop the gargoyle-studded rooftops. Y/N, with her keen observation, had noticed the young Wayne and his nightly escapades. She approached him not with fear, but with curiosity, a trait that piqued Damian's interest despite himself.
As the son of Batman, Damian was trained to trust no one, yet there was something about Y/N that disarmed him. She didn't flinch at the sight of his combat gear, nor did she swoon over his family's wealth. Instead, she challenged him with her intellect, her laughter echoing against the backdrop of the city's chaos.
In the weeks that followed, Damian found himself drawn to Y/N's resilience and wit. She wasn't just another face in the crowd; she was a beacon of light in Gotham's perpetual darkness. Her strength reminded him of his own, yet her compassion opened doors he thought were forever closed.
One evening, as the city bathed in the glow of the Bat-Signal, Y/N shared a poem she had written. It spoke of finding beauty in the unexpected, of love blossoming in the midst of turmoil. Damian listened, his guarded heart resonating with every word.
He had been raised to be a warrior, a defender, not a lover. Yet, as he stood beside Y/N, the city sprawling beneath them, he realized that she had become his confidant, his ally, his unexpected solace.
"I didn't care for you when we first met," Damian confessed, his voice barely above the hum of the city. "But now, you've become someone I can't ignore. You've shown me that even in Gotham, there's room for something more."
Y/N smiled, her eyes reflecting the night sky, and in that moment, Damian Wayne, the boy trained to be a hero, understood the true power of connection. For in a city that never sleeps, he had found a reason to dream.
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writing-blog-iguess · 5 months
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Bruce, Talia finds, has an uncanny ability to know when she arrives in the city, and exactly where he can find her.
So when night falls and she hears a light thump on the roof behind her, she isn’t surprised in the slightest. “Bruce,” she greeted, her attention never straying from the apartment building in front of her.
From where she’s standing, she can see you sitting on your living floor, hunched over the coffee table, writing as you flipped through a book. And judging the frustration shadowing your face, it looks like you're in the middle of work of some kind.
Damian’s there too, laying on the couch with a book in his hands. Whatever he had said caused you to laugh, moving to poke his sides, making him chuckle. He’s happy, content even and it stirs something inside Talia.
“Talia,” Bruce grunted, moving to stand beside her, “what brings you to Gotham?”
“A little birdy told me my little Damian is to be married,” she answered, attention still on the window she can see you through. “I was merely curious is all.”
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coffee-latte-sprite · 2 years
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Damian Al Ghul and the Annoying Reporter
Series Masterlist
Epilogue
Aged up!Damian Al Ghul x fem!reader
WC: 2,000
Warnings: blood mention (nothing graphic, it was used as an example), language
Synopsis:
A year after the famous interview with Damian Al Ghul, life isn't as good as she thought it would be.
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“Hello and welcome back viewers to Metro News. I am your host Camilia Carmen and here today with me is the CEO of People’s Press, Y/N L/N.” Camilia said as her bright smile stared back at the TV camera. 
“Hello everyone.” Y/N said as she sat by the TV primetime news anchor. 
“Thank you so much for taking time out of your incredibly busy schedule to speak with us today Y/N.” Camilia said as she turned towards her guest. 
Y/N smiled and waved her off, “Of course! I have been watching this show for years, big fan.” 
“Oh thank you! And we are very big fans of your new book and news outlet. Your book,” Camilia brought out Y/N’s book and showed it to the camera, “is now the #1 bestseller not only in the United States, but now in France, Germany, Italy, South Korea, and coming up into the ranks of other countries. How does this success feel for you?” 
Y/N blushed, “You know, this fame doesn’t quite feel like I am famous. Many people come up to me and ask me for an autograph and a picture and go on their way with some words of praise. The fame of my book though, did help my company to take off which I am truly grateful for.�� 
Camilia jumped onto the transition segment.
Y/N has done so many interviews, she knows exactly how to transition seamlessly. 
“Yes, your company is also dominating as a news article distributor, the People’s Press. This company is also doing significantly well, even better than your competitor the Daily Planet. Its CEO has not given a statement to its recent surface of favoritism.” Camilia said with a twang of venom.
Y/N couldn’t help but smile. She proved all of them wrong. She proved her boss wrong, her parents, her best friend, and even her dog wrong. 
“My company truly is my pride and joy. I am glad I am able to create articles about our local and international news. I want to bring new and young and old voices alike to retell stories or their take on recent events. It has created a healthy work environment for all workers and everyone is benefiting from this, my writers and readers.” Y/N said with passion. Her joy was contagious as everyone in the room felt her extreme happiness for the new direction of news and diversity in voices. 
“Very well put Y/N. Also, speaking of new voices, in your groundbreaking novel, you brought a new voice to light and helped all of us have compassion for our enemies. Would you like to give a little explanation to your book, or inspiration?” Camilia asked as she sat back in her chair. 
“Oh of course! My novel, How to Shatter an Heir, is about my experience towards the heir of the League of Assassins. I wanted to expand on his personal stories and trama. He has experienced so much since the literal day he was born. He lost a childhood and a father. I wanted to show the world their is more to a villian than just a sword and blood.” Y/N said as her heart sped up faster. She couldn’t hear her own voice anymore, it was just the thrumming of her heart. 
“And you definitely accomplished that, but are you sure there was nothing else to this novel?” Camilia asked with a sly smile. 
Y/N deflated and anger rose up in the back of her throat. “Yes, in this novel I wanted to show how a person is more than their parents and who they have a relationship with.” Y/N said pointedly. 
Camilia picked up on the hint and dropped the subject, “Well, thank you so much for your time today Y/N and again, congratulations on your success, you deserve it all.” Camilia smiled and turned back to the camera, “thank you for your time today viewers, and remember, Superman, is for all.” 
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Y/N walked down the rainy sidewalk as people ran past her with their hoods up and racing against the raindrops. Y/N didn’t mind, she was to lost in thoughts to care about her hair or jacket. 
Besides, the rain reminds her of when Damian left. 
She doesn’t remember what happened to her after she was kidnapped, she just remembers pain, being shot, then Damian’s embrace. After that,  all was fuzzy. 
She remembers waking up in a hospital and being all alone. She never saw Damian again, but all of the nurses kept saying how their was a man who was frantic in making sure she was okay. 
It was definitely Damian by the description, but she didn’t understand why he would leave her with nothing more than $1,000 to get home. 
Y/N was broken from her thoughts when her phone rang, she picked it up immediately. “Hello?” 
“Your dog hates me and you need to come home.” Jon said from the line as she heard Bella barking. 
After Y/N created her company, the Kent's son, Jon, knocked on her door and asked if he could work with her. And as one for cold revenge, Y/N hired him on the spot.
He was her personal assistant as he helped her with everything. She was honestly thinking of giving him the company if she were to retire anytime soon. 
“Bella does not hate you, she just misses me.” Y/N said as she laughed to herself. 
“Yeah, well come home.” He said bitterly. 
“You can go home Jon, I’ll be there in half an hour.” Y/N said as she stood under a near by awning. 
“Thank God! Okay, bye!” And the line went dead. 
Y/N laughed to herself and looked up at the rumbling sky. This is what fame and fortune felt like. 
Y/N then frowned.
If this is what it felt like, then why was it so lonely? 
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Y/N kicked off her heels and threw her wet coat across the back of her couch. From her wealth, she was able to move from her little apartment to a penthouse suite, and from this she adopted more little furry friends, which Bella wasn’t 100% sold on as she liked the attention only on her. 
“Bells, I’m home!” Y/N yelled as she stretched out her back and legs. 
Only silence welcomed her back. 
“Bella?” She asked again as this was out of the ordinary. 
She then started to run around the suite looking for her dog. 
Then, as she got to her room, she saw a dark figure over Bella on her back. She screamed in terror as she picked up her lamp and chucked it at the figure. 
They cursed and jumped out of the way. 
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” A man yelled. 
“Bella!” She screamed as she ran to her dog, who was very much alive and happy. She jumped up and was wagging her tail with her tongue hanging out. “Wait, you’re okay?” 
“Of course she is!” The man said again. 
She then turned to look at the intruder to stop in her tracks.
Before her stood a Damian Al Ghul in a tailored suite and slicked back hair. 
“Damian?” 
“The one and only. And I see your aim with your lamps has gotten better.” He said with a slight chuckle. 
She didn’t share the same happiness. 
All joy of seeing him left in an instant, “Get out, you have no right being here and breaking an entry.” 
Damian stilled as the smile dropped from his face. 
“Don’t you dare give me that look. You left me, remember? You left me in a country I didn’t know and I was scared. When I literally needed you the most of all of the time we were together, you were nowhere. All I got was that some man was worried about me, nothing else. So get out!” Y/N said as the sting of tears was strong, but she would not allow herself to cry, not in front of this coward. 
“I knew you would be mad,” He began. 
“And you still did it anyway?” She said coldly. 
He winced, “Yes, because Slade’s men were still after me.” He said reluctantly. 
Y/N stopped for a moment. “What do you mean?”
“Slade was gone, but his ideology was still strong. All of his men were still after me, they thought you had died. I saw them in the lobby of the hospital, and I ran. Of course, they followed, I then . . . got rid of them. I wasn’t sure how many more of Slade’s men were still alive, so I left. I knew you were safer with me gone. I wish I stayed, you have no idea how that ate away at me.” Damian confessed as his shoulders slumped. 
The rain outside hit the glass harder as the room was drenched in darkness, but neither of them cared. 
“I then left for my father's in America. My mother, I knew, wouldn’t help me, so I left for my father’s. I didn’t know if he would help me, but apparently, he is known for his charity.” He said with an eye roll. “Father took me in with no questions asked and has housed me for over a year. He has been training me to become his successor since his first, second, and third son did not want the company.” 
“What is the name of the company?”
“Wayne Industries.”
Y/N’s heart stopped. Wayne Industries was the first company to invest in hers. She couldn’t believe it. 
“So, why are you back? Asking for a refund since I did get rich off of you.” She asked as she wrapped her arms around herself.
Damian coughed, “Actually no, you got rich on your own merit. Without your crazy, suicidal, idea of interviewing a murderer, you would not be crazy rich.” 
Y/N blushed, “Thanks, but why are you really here?” 
“Well, Titus misses you, and I thought you would like. . . to see him again.” Damain said awkwardly. 
“Oh, if it for Titus, then of course!” She said enthusiastically. 
“Although, there is someone else, someone very naive, stupid, and suicidal who also wanted to see you again.” 
Y/N paused, “who is that?” 
He paused, “Me.” 
“You?” 
“Me.”
“Why?” 
“This is so hard. Well, apparently, you have lasting consequences! You have weakened me and made me insomniatic with the thoughts of you!” He said exasperated. 
Y/N gaped, “W-w-what?” 
“You have,” he stepped closer, “bewitched me. Body,” he took another step, “mind,” step, “and soul.” His fingers pushed her hair behind her ear, “I’m in love with you.” 
Y/N's heart thundered in her chest as she was in sheer disbelief.
“And I wondered, are you in love with me too? Or am I a fool?” He asked if his heart echoed hers. 
Y/N smiled, “You are a fool.” His heart dropped, “but you are my fool.” And she leaned forward closer towards him, waiting for him to catch her, he did. 
“Well, how fortunate am I then.” He responded and leaned down to her lips. 
His lips ghosted hers as his heart squeezed, he wasn’t enough for her. No one was good enough for her. She deserved the world, she deserved all the stars in the sky. 
Y/N spoke, her voice barely heard, “you’re my universe.”
And Damian’s lips crashed into hers. Their lips locked together in perfect harmony as each of their souls shined bright. No storm, assassin, or mother could get between him and his annoyingly perfect reporter.
A/N: wow, this is it. This feels so unreal that this series is over. I have been doing this series for a year and this is the end. This is my favorite series I have ever written and thankful for the journey. I hope everyone loved it as much as me! <3
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roslynrains · 1 year
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young master
prologue
damian wayne x reader
warnings: mentions of violence, abandonment, loneliness
You never saw yourself as a person. You were not born to be one. Your entire conception was a gift for the young Al Ghul heir. You were his protector, his sword, his tool.
You took your title as a tool seriously, always putting your self on the front lines to protect your master and be his right hand. You would give your life for him, and happily die while doing so.
As the both of you grew older, you noticed how Damian grew more unhappy when you were near him. He would put himself in harms way, ignore all set protocol and disobeyed orders just so he could get away from you. And it hurt beyond belief.
When he left to stay with his dad, you were alone. You had no one to serve but vou weren't allowed to leave the league. You spent your time with Talia, continuing your training and going on missions. Even though he was gone, you could never shake the effects he had on you.
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Damian's side of the story was different, completely. He was born to an assassin and a vigilante. He was the heir to the Al Ghul family and the Wayne family, and he was proud of it.
He was an extremely skilled fight. Had incredible strength at such a young age. He knew how to speak and comprehend multiple languages. He was the perfect heir for the Al Ghul dynasty. He didn't need a tool. He had himself.
Admittedly, he hated you. On his 8th birthday, his mother told him your true purpose. You were meant to be his tool, his savior, and his protector. And he couldn't help but start to hate you. But who can blame him? To him you were a walking insult to all his hard work.
He was a skilled assassin. He has killed multiple individuals twice his size with ease. He was next to lead the league of assassins. He didn't need a tool. And when he left with his father, he was happy to leave you behind as well.
Until he wasn’t…
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A/n: Thank you for reading!!! :) This issss a prologue so I hope it wasn’t too long or boring! Anyway, thank you againnnnn!!!! :D
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hollyharper · 2 years
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Shattered- Demons Head Damian x Right Hand Reader
I'm such a fan of these fics, so I had to make one too.
“You’re free to go.” The Demon’s Head dismisses the gathered officers with a bored wave of his hand. 
You flick through the document in hand, as you slowly turn away. Lower ranked officers surrey around you. Head buried in the paperwork, you catch the door before it closes behind the second to last officer.
“Y/n” Your head jerks up, as he addresses you. “I need a word.”
Ever since Damian had returned and taken over the league, things had been stagnant between you two. Damian had appointed you his second and command the moment he had taken power. You were thankful for the position. It felt good to be needed and to have your loyalty rewarded. Over the last three months, you have done everything to prove yourself worthy of the honor, yet you never were given any sign of pleasure in your work. The only difference between you and the other ‘lesser’ officers, was that Damian referred to you by your first name, instead of last as he did for all the others. That little thing was enough to deprive you of sleep.
His green eyes, which had darkened science his childhood, lock onto your gaze.
“Yes, my Lord?” You reply in the expected format. 
“I require your assistance.”
“Anything you ask, Sir.” With his eyes on you, you mean every word far too much. 
“Good. There is a formal event and political conference in Beijing, to which I have been invited to attend.” 
Your heart skipped a beat. Was he going to leave you in charge while he was gone?
“I believe it may be too unsettling for the other guests, if my personal guard accompanied me. Instead, I ask for you to come.”
Your jaw proverbially dropped. “Of course.” 
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. “Good. I will send a servant to help you pack.”
“Thank you, My Lord.” Was it just you, or did he seem somewhat eager for you to come?
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kimjun · 10 months
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Y/N: We need to get through this locked door. Bruce, give me your credit card.
Bruce: Here.
Y/N, pocketing it: Thanks. Jason kick down the door.
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lunasfics · 6 months
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Found Family
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summary: In which Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent engage in a custody battle over a clone created from both their DNA, or, in which you get saved from a lab and gain two new families who would move mountains for you.
pairing: Bat Family x f! Reader, Supers x f! Reader
word count: 8.2k
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a/n: hello! IT'S FINALLY OUT WOOHOO, it's a bit long but i had a lot of fun writing it. certain characters may be a bit ooc so i do apologize as i'm still getting my footing on how to characterize certain people. let me know what you think! constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated (just pls don't be mean lol)! i left a somewhat open-ish ending because i wanna make this into a series/universe, and will start taking requests for drabbles in this universe, depending on how this is received! - luna :)
reblogs are appreciated!
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“I’m in. Robin, what’s your status?” Bruce spoke into the earpiece, swiftly moving through the shadows of the lab. It was a simple mission: get into the lab Lex Luthor had created under Gotham City, collect intel needed to take down said lab, and leave. Unfortunately, it’s never really that simple, is it? 
“I’m in, making my way through the west wing, cover is still intact,” Damian muttered back. 
“Good. Nightwing?” 
“Just entered the center lab, heading down to the bottom level now, haven't been spotted,” Dick said, making his way down the steps, careful to remain silent. 
“Good. Remember the objective. In and Out.” Bruce muttered as he continued, searching for the locked file cabinet he was looking for. 
“Files located. Ready for extraction” Damian said quietly through the intercom. 
“I’ve made it to the bottom level. Requesting immediate backup, there's something here you guys need to see” Dick’s voice echoed through the earpiece, “They’ve made another clone.” 
Bruce stopped what he was doing, silently making his way down the hall towards the staircase Dick took around a half hour before, “I'm on my way. Damian?”
“Heading there now. Files are downloaded.” 
Upon arriving at the lower level, Dick bypasses security to let them in, making sure to reactivate the lock behind them, “Look.”
He gestured to the incubation tube not far from them, inside of it stood a young woman, who looked no older than 20, wearing a black skin-tight suit, a familiar “S” symbol adorning her chest, only it was the center of another symbol, the bat symbol, with bat ears at the top and bat wings on either side of it, a dark burgundy color with gold lining along the edges. The plaque below the tube read: 
Attempt 1: G6B24 
Specimen 1: Superman (Identity: Unknown)
Specimen 2: Batman (Identity: Unknown) 
Status: Failed - Shows excessive signs of emotional intelligence (unfit for purpose), Subject is not invulnerable, Lacks thermal vision
‘Emotional Intelligence’ you must have shown hesitation, a moral compass. 
“Father… what are we going to do?” Damian asked, he was at a loss, part of him felt slightly threatened, if you were taken in, he would no longer be the only child related to Bruce by DNA, and you were older, stronger— perhaps you would take his place, the place he’d finally felt he truly belonged; however he remained silent, his past self likely would have attempted to argue against your rescue, but he’d grown, he knew deep down you deserved a chance at this life just as much as he did. 
Bruce looked up at your unconscious figure, at a loss for words, you were his daughter, intentional or not, there was a part of him in you, he only hoped that part wouldn't screw you over for life. As surprised as he was, he had an obligation to you the same way he did with Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Steph, Barbara, Duke, Damian, and every other vigilante he had taken under his wing.
His Batman instincts kicked in very quickly though, immediately refocusing himself, reading through the files, in an attempt to prepare himself for any possible scenario, he turned to Dick. 
“Find all the DNA samples they have belonging to both me and Superman, we’re taking them,” he said, making sure to not hyper-focus on the thoughts flooding his mind. 
“We’re not just leaving her here, are we? The plaque says ‘failed’. Who knows what could happen to her?” Dick said, he was frustrated.
Conner had gotten a chance to build a life for himself. You deserved one too, the mere thought of Bruce wanting to leave you there angered him. 
“She’s coming with us. Damian, watch the door, Dick, find the samples," Bruce said gruffly, moving to the tube, bypassing the database to open it, without setting off any system safeguards. He reached into his utility belt and pulled out his shard of kryptonite, just in case it was needed to neutralize you. 
The tube opened slowly, a swoosh sound filling the air as the cold fog escaped the tube, spilling into the air, your eyes fluttering open as you looked around, your eyes focusing on him.
You flew at him, full speed, pushing him against the wall with a thud, knocking the wind out of him, your eyes boring into his, glowing red, just as you were about to terminate him with your heat vision, he uttered the safe word he had seen in your file. 
“Blue Pineapple” he grunted out, the red in your eyes fading away instantly, as you stared at him with wide eyes. You backed away slowly, lowering yourself to the floor. Your eyes fixed on him once again.
You recognized him from your programming, the man whose combat skills were engraved into your mind.
“Batman?” 
Dick and Damian rushed over, making sure Bruce was okay. He was fine.
Dick turned to you, holding out his hand, “Come with me. We need to get you out of here, you aren’t safe here.” 
You stared at him, your eyes narrowing, “Why should I trust you?” 
Dick sighed, Those damn Wayne genetics, he kept his hand extended to you, “Because we’re helping you escape, if you come with us, you can meet Superman, be a hero just like him and Batman, you could actually see the world” he promised. 
"I know what the world looks like." you stated bluntly.
He sighed, his hand not wavering, "But have you ever experienced it? Let us show you what that's like. You can have a life."
You thought for a moment, before letting out a small grunt, nodding at him and taking his hand, allowing them to lead you out of the lab grounds seemingly undetected. 
When you stepped out, you stopped, eyes completely transfixed on the brilliant night sky. Blends of blues and purples and grays danced together to make the beautiful endless abyss above you. You knew every color there was. You knew everything, but at the same time you really didn't. You stared up at the stars, you knew how they came to be, you knew every scientific explanation there was yet seeing them… it made you feel a way you couldn’t explain.
They led you to the batmobile, situating you in the back seat with Damian, starting the drive to the Batcave. Bruce dialed Clark’s number into the keypad, it rang twice before he picked up. 
“Hello?” 
“Meet me in the Batcave. It’s urgent. Bring Conner.”
“What’s going o-”
He hung up. 
Dick covered his mouth to hide his snicker, “So, Bruce, you and Clark have an official love child now, right? What will Lois think?” he feigned concern, placing the back of his hand over his forehead, committing to the drama, “Oh, how scandalous, I mean really, the shame! I can already see the headlines ‘Billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne turned common whore after breaking up happy metropolis family’” 
Damian covered his laugh with a cough.
You looked at the three of them, utterly confused, still processing what was going on. 
Bruce huffed, shooting them both a glare, “Dick, be mature.” 
Dick smiled, “I can't help myself, just wait til Jason finds out.” He smiled in excitement, as they pulled into the side entrance of the Batcave. 
Bruce let out a deep, tired sigh.
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Clark sat in silence in the Batcave, Conner standing to his left, his eyes wide as he stared at you, possessing some features belonging to both he and Bruce, and other features that seemed to be entirely your own.
You stared back, that same stoic nature radiating off of you that radiates off the Batman, however, he noted the defensive look in your eyes, one so similar to the one he saw in Conner when he first met him. He eyed your suit, noting the familiar “S” symbol, only it was a burgundy color, a rather interesting combination of the Batman and Superman emblems, and he was utterly confused.
He looked over at Bruce, still in his bat suit, his cowl pulled off, “Bruce, what the hell is going on?” 
“I had to call you here because Luthor decided to create another clone. I did the DNA test, Clark, she’s a combination of both our DNA” Bruce looked at him, Dick and Damian standing to his right. It was silent for a moment, you felt like a guinea pig, the way they all stared at you. It made you angry. 
Conner was the first to speak, stepping forward before opening his mouth, choosing his words carefully, “What’s your name?” 
You responded immediately, it felt automatic. “Experiment attempt number one. Code G6B24. I was made to be the future killer of the Batman and the Kriptonian.” 
He nodded slowly, “I’m a clone too, and Clark took me in— well, he took me in eventually— that’s besides the point. He showed me how to become my own person, we can help you do that too.”
You looked at him, eyes softening ever so slightly, but you kept your guard up like your Batman programming taught you to. “I was made to be a killer, if I don’t do what I was made to do, what am I worth?” you said quietly, voice unwavering.
Damian watched you, your words striking him in a way he hadn't expected them to, he understood what you were saying all too well. 
Bruce decided to speak up next, “You were created, it’s not your fault what their intentions were when they did so. What you become from here on out is your choice.” 
You stayed silent, eyes darting around the room—What is this feeling? Vulnerability? You knew it by definition, like you did most other feelings, but feeling them… it was different. 
Dick noted the way you seemed overwhelmed, he approached you slowly, pulling up two chairs, motioning for you to sit, you chose to remain standing until he sat down first. 
“You know, we trust you, we want to figure out a way for you to become the best you can be. On your terms” he said, offering you a small smile. 
You looked around, the others nodded in agreement, “I was made to be only the best parts of you” you said, your gaze focusing on Clark and Bruce, they both put their best qualities forward to help others, how could you use those same qualities to destroy that?
“I… don’t want to be a killer. They said I was too… human. I thought I’d failed them.” 
Damian decided to step forward, “You didn’t fail anyone, you are meant for greater things. You haven't killed anyone, you can choose your path. If the path you choose is the Robin mantle... I am willing to work with that.” 
At this, the other men in the room turned to look at him, Clark and Conner were slack-jawed, this was the same kid who fought Tim tooth and nail over this mantle. The same mantle he was just… willing to give you? 
Meanwhile Dick had a proud smile on his face, you thought you saw a small tear in his eye.
Bruce’s face seemed unreadable, however, you took notice of the way the corners of his lips turned up for a split second. before reverting back to their natural state. 
You weren’t sure what to say, again, you knew what this mantle was, by definition. The reality was you had no sense of what it meant, the weight it carried. And you knew that.
“Thank you, but I feel like that title isn’t mine to take. I think I need to… become something that's true to who I am, whatever that may be.”  
Bruce looked at you, the corner of his lip barely twitching up into a smile, a smile so subtle that only someone of your… background would notice, an attempt of his towards getting you more comfortable, “We should start with a name.” 
You looked at Conner, he gave you an encouraging smile. 
“Like I chose Conner, so now I’m Conner Kent,” he said with a small shrug, “You can choose whatever you want.” 
“I see,” you thought for a moment, “I like Y/n.” 
Clark smiled, standing up and clapping his hands together, “Great! Y/n Kent, has a nice ring to it.” 
“Wayne.” 
He turned towards Bruce, eyes narrowing slightly, “Kent.”
“Wayne.”
This time Conner spoke, “Kent.”
The three men stared at each other, arms crossed mirroring each-other’s glares. 
Dick cut in, “How about Grayson?”
“No.” came their simultaneous response. 
Dick frowned, slumping in the seat next to yours, “Jeez.” 
Damian spoke next, “I suppose Al Ghul is off the table…” 
Dick snorted, breaking out into a fit of laughter, you grinned softly at the sounds of his laughter, it reminded you of a windshield wiper. 
Conner sighed, “Fine, what about Wayne-Kent?”
Bruce huffed, “I suppose.”
Clark nodded, the smile returning to his face as he turned to you, “Y/n Wayne-Kent”
You nodded, “I like it.” 
Dick could help but laugh from beside you, “It's like I'm watching reality tv. Love me some baby mama drama.”
Clark opened his mouth to speak and closed it, before sighing and looking at Bruce, who just pinched the bridge of his nose. 
Conner chuckled at the sight, turning to Damian, who’s lip quirked up in amusement. 
Bruce looked up, his attention directed towards you, “Y/n, you can stay here for the night, I’ve asked Alfred to set up a room for you. Clark, Conner, come by tomorrow with Lois and Jon, I’ve called the others to come by as well, we’ll get everything situated tomorrow. For now, get some rest.” 
Everyone nodded, Clark and Conner heading to the exit of the cave, Damian, Dick and Bruce leading you to the room that was prepared for you. 
Dick brought you a sweater and some sweatpants to change into, closing the door with a soft, “Goodnight, kiddo.” 
You changed in silence, slowly getting under the covers and drifting off to sleep, marking the start of your new life. Tomorrow would be an interesting day. 
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You woke up the next morning, to a soft knock on the door, your super hearing picking it up better than you would have liked. You opened the door, revealing an older man you hadn’t seen before. He smiled softly, giving you an instantaneous sense of comfort you couldn’t explain. 
“Hello Miss Y/n. My name is Alfred, I am the butler,” he greeted you, handing you a folded set of clothes, “Master Kent chose these for you, however if they are not to your liking, do let me know.” 
“They’re fine…Thank you.”
He smiled warmly, the kind old man giving you a nod, “Once you've changed, do come down, I’ve prepared breakfast. The other members of the family will arrive soon to meet you.” 
You gave him a short nod, he smiled again, your demeanor reminding him of the young Bruce he’d looked after all those years ago. He shut your door softly before retreating down the staircase, leaving you in your room to change. 
You picked up the small note that rested at the top of the pile, reading it over. 
Comfortable, Practical, and cool. Hope you like it. - Conner
You looked down at the neatly folded clothes, unfolding a black long sleeve turtleneck shirt, the material was thick but breathable, you slipped it on with ease, the foreign material soft against your skin, you appreciated that it didn’t suffocate you. 
You reached for the pants next, dark gray cargo pants, these were thicker, and the had an overwhelming amount of pockets. You slipped them on before slipping on the boots that were at the bottom of the stack and exiting the room, going down the staircase. 
Upon entering the dining room, you were met with Bruce sitting at the head of the table, reading the paper calmly eating his pancakes, to his right sat Dick chatting excitedly to the boy next to him, who smiled at him as he listened, he was a slender boy with black hair who looked a bit younger than Dick. Then there was Alred, calmly enjoying his breakfast. Finally there was Damian on the other side of Bruce, leaving an empty seat between Damian and Alred. You sat down, the pale boy noticing you first. 
Bruce looked up, “Tim, this is Y/n.” 
“Hello.” You sat up awkwardly. One thing you never learned was how to navigate social interactions.
He studied you for a moment, offering you a small smile, “I’m Tim.” 
You gave a nod, returning his smile with a smaller one of your own. 
“She knows, by the way.” Dick chimed in.
His eyes widened, was that why you were there? 
“How?” 
All eyes are on you. You opened your mouth to speak but Damian spoke first. 
“She’s a clone. Father will explain everything when everyone else arrives so as to not waste time, until then, hold on to your childish curiosity. I’d like to enjoy my breakfast.” 
Dick nodded, “She was literally made for this shit.”
“Watch your language Master Dick, it is deplorable to speak in such a way at the table, much less in the presence of a lady.” 
Dick blushed, “Sorry Alfred.” 
Bruce simply gave a nod. 
Tim slumped back in his seat, wanting to ask you questions about your abilities, your earliest memories, who were you a clone of, how your programming worked, the boy was itching to know it all. 
Breakfast passed by relatively quickly after that, you weren’t bombarded with questions, much to your relief. Alfred kindly asked you how you slept to which you replied that you slept well. The sound of casual conversation and glassware scraping together filling the room. You enjoyed observing the atmosphere.
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Clark and Conner were the first to arrive at the manor, greeting you happily, with them was a woman and a younger boy, who immediately went to sit by Damian. 
Clark brought them over to you, the woman smiled warmly at you. It made you feel safe. 
She held your hand in hers, “My name is Lois,” her voice was kind, genuine. You noted how she carried herself. Strong, secure, honest. 
Clark was quick to bring Jon over, excited to introduce him, “This is my son, Jon.”
“Hi!”  he beamed at you, you smiled, he was cute. Cheerful as he smiled brightly at you. 
“Hello, my name is Y/n.” you greeted the two, who smiled at you.
Conner was the next to approach, “Did you like the clothes? I picked them out cause it was all I used to wear, but who knows, you may want something more… fashionable.”
You smiled softly, “They're nice, thank you.”
“On that note actually,” Clark said, “I was thinking we can take you shopping later, Bruce and I can pay.” 
Bruce deadpanned, “That’s a joke, right?” 
He smiled, “Of course, you’re paying for everything.”
“Sounds about right.” 
Chatter filled the room not long after, Jon and Damian catching up on the couch while Conner and Tim started a conversation of their own. 
The next people to arrive were three young women, blonde, brunette, and red hair. They had arrived together.
The blonde spoke first, “Why'd you call us here Bruce? We had planned for brunch.” She bitterly narrowed her eyes at him, the brunette behind her giving a short nod of agreement.
Bruce sighed, “We’re waiting on Jason. He’s late.” 
“As always.” The redhead said with a sigh, though you could see she wasn't actually upset.  
The blonde girl turned to you first smiling, “I’m Stephanie, but call me Steph. I’m assuming you’ll be joining our vigilante posse.” She seemed funny, and kind, like she truly cared for those around her. 
“Somewhat, I don’t really know. I’m Y/n.” You said bluntly.
“Pretty name.” She smiled, gesturing to the red haired woman behind her, “This is Barbara, but she's really just Babs.” She then gestured to the brunette, “That’s Cass. She’s lovely.” 
You looked at them and nodded, “It’s nice to meet you.”
Barbara smiled warmly at you, “You too, I’m so glad there’ll be another girl around, we can always use more company.” She smiled at you so kindly, despite having only just met you. Her voice was sweet, like honey. 
Cass smiled softly at you, “Come to brunch with us later. Or, lunch, now since Jason is holding us up.” 
You nodded your lip quirking up into a small smile, “I’d enjoy that.” 
Truthfully, you didn't know what the fuck brunch was. But she said lunch and that you knew. You'd find out about brunch later.
Then, as if on cue, the man in question arrived, walking through the door, slipping off his brown jacket and tossing it on the couch. He was tall, with a stocky frame, jet black hair with a white streak on the front. 
“This better be good.” 
Tim mumbled, “Finally” 
“Miss me Timmy?” 
“Quite the contrary.”
The one called Jason laughed before giving him a small nudge, to which Tim swatted his hand away. 
His eyes fixed on you, then on Bruce. 
“Dude, seriously? Another one? You have a problem man. You’d think you would’ve stopped after me.” 
Bruce stood up, “Jason, sit down. Now that you’re all here I wanted to introduce you to Y/n. She’s a clone, made from both mine, and Clark’s DNA.” 
“Holy shit, man.” 
“Jason, will you shut up?” 
“Never.” 
“As I was saying, she’ll be here in the manor for the time being, I’ll be training her and assessing her combat technique.” 
“Hold on,” Clark interjected, “She should come with us, she needs to get the hang of her powers.” 
“Clark, I have a state of the art training area in the cave.” 
“So? We’re supers, all we need is an open field.” 
“We need to assess her combat skills, and also assess the extent of her powers. She isn’t invulnerable. We need to prioritize getting to the bottom of that.” 
Clark huffed but nodded, understanding the full extent of your abilities was vital in actually training you. 
“It’s like I’m watching a custody battle.” muttered Steph, Barbara laughing quietly beside her. 
“Wait- So Y/n is basically if you and Clark had a baby?” Tim gawked at them, his eyes shifting from Bruce to Clark, to you. When his eyes landed on you, he fired questions like he was on a time limit. 
“How do Bruce’s genetics affect your abilities? Are you immune to kryptonite and invulnerable? How does your thermal vision work? Enhanced strength? Can you fly? Can you fly as fast as Superman? Do you have combat training? How do y-” 
Conner smacked a hand over his mouth, leading him back to his seat, “Lets try not to overwhelm her with the questions.” He chuckled. 
Tim nodded, looking up at you, “Sorry, Y/n.” 
“That’s okay. To answer your questions, his genetics don’t necessarily have a huge impact on any of my abilities, I was created with every available video of Batman fighting embedded into my mind, and the combat skills were engraved in my memory, I should be able to replicate his fighting style to a tee. I’m not invulnerable, but in theory, the stealth I was programmed with allows me to stay agile enough that I shouldn’t often get hurt. I don't have thermal vision, but I do have laser vision, enhanced strength, and flight, although I haven’t tested how fast I actually can fly. And like I said, my combat training is essentially the combat footage uploaded into my mind.” 
Tim had nodded, eyes trained on yours in complete interest as you answered each question, occasionally jotting something down on the notes app of his phone. 
Lois narrowed her eyes slightly at both Bruce and Clark, “I do hope you’re factoring in giving her the opportunity to build an actual social life. Maybe get her enrolled in school.” 
“She has doctorate-level information on several different topics stored into her mind, as well as fluency in 8 languages. I think she’ll be fine, Lois,” Bruce replied. 
She rolled her eyes, “Okay, so school’s not necessary, what about building a social life for herself? That’s important.” 
“There’s Young Justice,” Conner said, “I figured she’d join.” 
Tim nodded in agreement, “I can help her get situated.” 
“Where will I stay?” you asked, you didn’t particularly enjoy how they were all discussing you as if you weren't there, but there honestly wasn’t much you could do. 
“You can stay at the manor, or you can stay with the team, but it'd be best if you lived here in the Manor.” Bruce replied.
“Why isn’t Metropolis an option?” Clark muttered. 
“Because it’s more practical to have her here in Gotham, living with Tim will make it easier to adjust to the team.” 
“I want time with her, Bruce.” 
“You’ll get it. We’ll have her assessed, then three times a week she’ll train and get a hold of her powers with you.” 
Clark nodded, satisfied with that answer. 
Lois spoke again, turning to you, “Y/n, how does that sound to you?” 
You blinked. “It sounds fine. My super hearing allows me to hear every conversation proficiently.”
She chuckled softly, “It’s a figure of speech sweetheart, I meant if you’re okay with everything that was said, you’ve been a bit quiet.”
You felt your face grow hot, “Oh. Yeah, I’m okay with it.”
Clark gave you a fond smile. 
Bruce looked at you and smiled softly, a barely noticeable one, but a smile nonetheless. 
The bulk of the conversation was over. The people in the room falling into easy conversation with one another, you look around, not sure what to do. That is until Jason approaches you, a kind smile on his face. 
“Hey Y/n, I’m Jason, I’ll be honest, you probably won't see me too often cause I can barely stand being around Bruce, but… if he’s ever a dick, call me and I’ll either punch him for you and take you somewhere he’s not.” he grinned, “Or both.” 
You laughed softly, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”
He nodded, “I’ll be raiding the kitchen, but if anyone asks, I left.” He shoots you a grin before slipping away. 
It’s not long after that when Jon approaches you, Damian by his side, he shoots you a toothy grin, “So, you’re like, my sister now, right?” 
You’re not sure how to respond, but you feel a puddle of warmth pooling in your heart, it’s nice. You smile at him softly, “I suppose so.” 
He grins, “And that would also make you Damian’s sister. right?”
“I suppose so.” 
“See Damian, we’re blood brothers by extension.” 
“Jon, that is the most imbecilic logic I’ve ever encountered. Just because Y/n is both my blood and yours doesn’t mean–” 
“Blood brothers!” He had shouted cheerfully, before walking away and over to Lois to inform her of the good news. 
Damian sighed, though you took notice of the soft smile that flashed across his face, you concluded that he cared for him. 
A lot of people in this family– Bruce’s family specifically, tend to hide affection, despite the fact that it is apparent to you that they feel it. You decide not to focus on it, people are complicated. 
You chat a bit with various people in the room, Lois telling you that you’re always welcome to visit whenever you’d like, Barbara talking to you about how her work as Oracle, Steph telling you all about the other vigilantes you’ll probably end up crossing paths with. Tim and Conner sat by you, telling you all about the team and the people you’ll meet once all your training is done. 
Slowly, people start to leave, you saw Jason slip out the front door first, sending you a wink. Dick left not long after, needing to return to his responsibilities in Bludhaven, making sure to tell you you’re always welcome to visit him over there. Then Clark left with Lois, Jon, and Conner, leaving the residents of the manor plus, Cass, Steph and Barbara.
Damian and Tim had retreated to their rooms, while Alfred busied himself with household chores, Bruce stood up, approaching you before saying, “Did you still want to go shopping? You’ll need training clothes.” 
You nodded, “Yes, please.” 
Steph perked up, rushing towards the two of you, “Oh, we have to come.” 
“Steph, you go shopping every week. With my card.”
Barbara chimed in, “It’s not about that Bruce, you have a terrible fashion sense. We can’t let you impose that onto Y/n.”
Cass nodded in agreement. 
“We’re just buying training clothes.” 
“She can’t wear training clothes in her daily life,” Steph rolled her eyes, “She needs a wardrobe.” 
You smiled, “I would like a wardrobe.” 
“See?”
Bruce sighed but nodded, “Let's go then.”
Steph cheered while Barbara and Cass high-fived behind her, it was an amusing site. 
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When you arrived at the mall, Steph immediately linked arms with you, dragging you around to her favorite stores, paying no mind to your super strength potentially being able to accidentally break her arm. It caught you off guard, not only the physical display of affection, but the trust.
Again, you felt that soft puddle of warmth pool in your chest. You could get used to that. 
You had gotten to know Barbara and Cass fairly well during the trip as well, Barbara was sweet, she and Steph made you laugh more than you thought you could. Cass and you got along well too, she picked out the clothes you liked the most, always nodding in approval when you would try anything on, a soft smile on her face. The three of them opened their group up to you so quickly, it had surprised you, you felt that with their company you were better able to navigate finding yourself. 
The four of you hadn’t paid much mind to Bruce trailing behind you as you went from store to store, not that he minded. He held a fond smile as he observed the four of you giggling, talking, and having a good time.
He knew his focus on training was important, but he also knew Lois was right (not that he’d admit that to anyone), you needed a social life too. And he knew your heightened emotional intelligence would surely allow you to obtain that, you just needed to blossom, and allow yourself to break free of the restraints you put on yourself. 
He’d lost count of how many times he had swiped his card that day, at some point he had decided to just start waiting by the front, once you guys were ready, he’d walk over, swipe his card, and you guys would move on to the next shop. He wouldn't say this to anyone, but he enjoyed doing things like this, taking care of the people he cares about. 
The last store you had gone to was WayneTech, it was Bruce’s idea. You needed a phone in order to keep everyone’s contacts. So they brought you there where you got the latest model of their cell phone line, it was sleek and thin. You picked out a case and you got a screen protector. Bruce had told you that once you got to the Batcave he’d input league contacts, safety features, as well as league-level security settings. 
By the end of the trip it was early in the evening, Bruce had his arms absolutely filled with shopping bags, and what he couldn’t carry was carried by you and Steph. The five of you stepped out into the parking lot, the sun setting, casting a deep orange hue on the parking lot. You took in the image in front of you, you didn’t know suns could set so beautifully.
The ride home was nice, the car was filled with the soft chatter of the four of you, Bruce didn’t feel the need to listen in. The soft music playing on the stereo as a background was a nice addition to the atmosphere. 
When you’d arrived at the manor, the girls had bid you goodbye, but not before making sure they had your number to add you to their group chat. You were warned by Steph that Cass’s meme game could not be beat. You were slightly confused but nodded, a happy smile on your face. They each gave you a hug before getting in their cars and heading off. 
The walk into the manor was silent, but not awkward, mainly the two of you taking armfuls of bags up to your room.
As he shut the door, Bruce turned to you, “It’s not too late, if you want, we could start out on some training.” 
You nodded, going into your room to change, “I’ll be down there in a bit.” 
He nodded, walking away to change as well. 
You entered the Batcave shortly after, comfortable in your black sweatpants, and a black long sleeve athletic shirt. Now, having a better opportunity to take it all in, it was massive. You looked to your left to see Damian sparring with Tim in one of the further training areas. You walked over to Bruce, he gave you a small smile, leading you to the second training area by Tim and Damian, who by now had stopped sparring, in favor of observing your skill. 
“You can replicate my fighting style to a tee, right?”
You nodded.
“Let’s see it.” 
You charged first, making sure to suppress your strength, your movements swift and calculated, landing a fast right kick to his abdomen. He sidestepped, landing a swift punch to your side. You kept attempting attacks on eachother, each one dodging the other flawlessly.
Tim and Damian watched in awe as the two of you gracefully moved, as if you were dancing. This went on for several minutes, until you attempted a fast left kick to his side, which he caught, using as leverage to flip you over on your back.
Your limbs ached, you looked up at him, “How did you do that?”
He held a hand out to help you up, “I’m not as fast with my left kicks as I am with my right ones. My weaknesses are your weaknesses.”
You nodded. Made sense. 
“You have good technique, and you replicate my fighting perfectly, but that’s all it is. A replication. You need to make it your own. Adapt it in accordance with your abilities, you can’t do that now because Clark hasn’t trained you, but in time you will.” 
You nodded, your chest swelling with pride at his compliment, you knew after your training with Clark you would be able to better adjust your fighting style.
Damian walked over to you, “Y/n. I’d like to spar, you’ve proven to be a worthy opponent.” 
You nodded, it would be good to spar with someone with a different fighting style. Tim sat down to the side, perfectly content with just observing for now, like earlier, he occasionally jotted down some notes on his phone. You decided you didn’t mind it. It was endearing. 
This time, Damian charged first, landing a swift right kick to your ribs, you turned and landed a hard kick to his chest, sending him back, before he flipped and caught himself, running towards you again. His smaller frame provided him with an advantage as he jumped onto your shoulders, before he could land his blow, you flipped your body, sending him to the floor, landing on his back with a thud. You crouched over him, extending your hand.
“You okay?”
“Fine.” he took your hand, getting up to his feet, you gave him a soft smile, which he returned, giving you a nod of approval. He, like Bruce, didn’t often use his words, but you were able to discern their intentions just fine. 
Bruce then led you to a machine he had in the cave, where it analyzed your genetics in comparison to Clark’s, he had determined you were missing the genetic composition that happened to be the main source of invulnerability, therefore the reason you were the way you were. You are unfortunately still weak when exposed to kryptonite. 
You were tired by the end of the night. You felt you had bonded with Damian, he had asked you to spar with him another time, to which you agreed.
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The next day, Bruce had sent you over to Smallville, where Clark had decided on training you, ‘A good old fashioned open field’ were his exact words.
He made sure to send you wearing your original suit, not knowing how fast you would be flying, just in case, only you didn’t like it, so you opted to wear some sweats over the suit. 
And there you were, floating about 300 feet in the air with him, as he explained the basics of flying. 
“You want to create your own leverage, using your flight, you should be able to do this.” He bent one leg, tilting to the right as he effortlessly glided in that direction, he repeated the action only now going in the opposite direction. 
You nodded, imitating his movements, gliding from side to side before stopping and looking at him. He smiled brightly at you, “You’re doing great, kid. There was never a point where you didn’t have powers, so this should be easy. Now, we’ll test your speed.” 
You nodded, “How are we doing that?”
He pulled out a stopwatch, “I’m going to wait here while you fly to Gotham and back. You know the route?” 
You nodded. 
“Okay… and…. Go!”
You immediately shot forward, a slightly bumpy start but your body adapted immediately, you felt the wind whip through your hair, and a smile spread across your face as you made a U-turn around Gotham, making it back to Clark in seconds. 
“2.6 seconds. That’s good.” He smiled at you. 
You went on like that for the next few hours, him giving you encouraging words of advice, and you gained better control over your abilities, him providing you with tips he learned over the years. For that last hour, Jon and Conner joined the two of you, the four of you eventually just playing air tag until Martha and Lois called you in for dinner. 
They insisted you stay for dinner, and you had no mind to refuse, spending time with them was nice. Jon insisted he sat next to you at dinner, excitedly talking your ear off about whatever he’d gotten to that day, and sharing his favorite stories about Damian with you. He acts like he doesn't like people, but he’s got a soft spot for a lot of us, were his exact words. You honestly completely agreed, you smiled at him as he continued talking. 
That day you’d gotten to know Martha and Jonanthan Kent, who insisted you called them Ma and Pa. They instantly coddled you as if they’d known you since birth, though, in a way, that is technically the case. 
They didn't let you leave empty handed, sending you off with tupper-ware filled with leftovers, cookies and pie. You thanked them for their hospitality and headed back to the manor. 
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The next few months were mainly doing morning and evening training with Bruce, occasionally Dick would stop by to train with you, always telling you he was proud of your improvement, which never failed to make you glow just a little brighter with pride. He’d begun a tradition where he would treat you to a burger after training, or whatever it was you were craving. He said that it was his goal to get you to try every fast food joint in Gotham, deciding that it was just an essential part of living there. You quickly decided you hated fast food, but never said anything because that wasn’t at all what mattered to you, what mattered to you was the bond you were creating with your older brother. 
Your relationship with Bruce wasn’t perfect. There were times you saw how focused he was on his mission, neglecting the feelings of those around him, he could be an asshole. And with you still navigating your emotions, you’d get angry and yell, and so would he. If you saw him brushing off Damian, or Tim, one look at the crestfallen expressions on their faces was enough to get you angry. You shouldn’t have been surprised, truthfully, you weren’t. You were too similar. You were just fortunate enough to be surrounded by people early on who could convince you to let them in. 
Regardless of the imperfections between you and Bruce, you knew he cared. He always showed it with the small smile he’d give you as he held up two tickets to the movie you had wanted to see. Or in the way he’d lure everyone into the living room with snacks for a movie night. Or how he’d try his best to always express to you that you were doing well. That you were enough, and that you deserved to be there. 
You’d grown closer with Tim, too, always willing to help him with his assignments (not that he often needed it, but on the rare occasions his sleep deprived self couldn’t wrap his head around a problem). You’d often go to him when you needed help figuring something out on your phone, to which he would offer a simple solution you hadn’t seen before.
Tim was kind, he showed he cared for you by fixing things, when you cracked your screen protector by accidentally tapping it too hard, he made you a new one that could withstand the force of a bullet. He learned to confide in you over time, telling you about Bernard, expressing his worries to you about whether or not he’s good enough. You’d always tell him he was more than good enough. 
Damian had taken to calling you ‘sister’, often challenging and teasing you when he could, you’d developed a relationship where he’d go to you for company. You’d sit in the garden and take in the life around you, while he sat a few feet away and drew it.
Once, he drew you while you weren’t looking, when he finished, he handed it to you without a word and walked away. In the bottom right corner you read ‘Y/n Wayne-Kent’ in neat handwriting, just below that, ‘sister’. That was the first time he’d used that word for you. Your heart swelled. 
You continued seeing Steph, Barbara, and Cass, regularly having lunch with them and talking with them on the phone. Barbara, or as you now called her, Babs, was always there to guide you when you needed it, she’d often send you small gifts from time to time, like jewelry that reminded her of you.
Cass and you would often find the most peaceful company in each other. She would listen to you talk about all the things you'd been learning, telling you about her own experience adjusting to a new life.
Steph and you bonded over poorly written hallmark movies, she always giggled madly when you would point out plot inconsistencies, wearing the most confused expression she had ever seen on a person, you didn’t understand why at first, you would just state facts, but you always enjoyed the time with her. She always says you guys should start a podcast, and you always agree. You hope she never asks you what a podcast is... because you genuinely didn't know.
True to his word, you didn’t see Jason often, but there were a few instances  where you felt particularly suffocated by Bruce’s training that you took him up on his offer to take you somewhere he wasn’t. Those moments were... nice. Every time, he would bring food, and take you to his apartment, where you talked about books and he introduced you to some of his favorite movies. You didn’t know why he and Bruce didn’t get along, but you chose not to pry.
Alfred had taken a liking to you instantly, he enjoyed giving you etiquette lessons, and would bake all kinds of scones and cookies for you to try. His humor was at times very dry and sarcastic, which never failed to make you laugh. He taught you how to bake once, finding you were exceptionally good at it, ‘Miss Y/n, I think we’ve found your natural talent’. You hadn’t expected to be good at it, but Alfred said you were phenomenal. 
You’d also train with Clark 3 times a week, getting even closer with the Kents, integrating yourself in both families. It was interesting being part of two very different families. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. 
Clark had shown you a lot about your powers, but it was never just training. It had become a necessity for the two of you to fly to some famous landmark and have lunch together, before flying back to Smallville for more training.
Clark was constantly trying his best for you, he still had his regrets from his initial relationship with Conner, and although he was forgiven and their relationship was rebuilt, he knew he lost time. And he absolutely refused to repeat that and hurt someone else who didn’t deserve it. 
You always stayed for dinner, you found that you could never say no to Jon, the one time you tried was awful, you felt so bad that you went back the next day and took him shopping. With Bruce's card, duh.
Jon was stuck to you like glue whenever you were over. He always insisted on sitting by you and talking to you about whatever he’d been up to. He flew around with you a lot, you guys would play games that he taught you how to play. Your favorite moments were when he and Damian would allow you in to watch them play video games because ‘How do you not know how to play video games? That’s just wrong. We’ll teach you.’
Conner had spent more and more time with you as well, telling you about a lot of social cues, the importance of boundaries, etc. He was determined to help you adjust in every way he could, he shared his experiences with you when he first started working in teams. You learned a lot from him, he was very affectionate with you, but in that awkward-older-brother way. He’d give you a soft pat on the back and a smile, he knew you’d do just fine. 
Lois became your role model, you truly admired her. She was strong, outspoken, confident. She helped you not be afraid of forming your own opinions and voicing them. One time she saw you yell at Bruce over something he’d done, and all she could do was smile proudly.
These people whose lives you just appeared in one day, very quickly became your family. Every day you were reminded of how lucky you were to have come to care for them as much as you do. Bonding with them was nice, and you very quickly understood the appeal of having family.
These are people who care for you unconditionally, simply because they want to. Because every moment that they spend with you, they choose to.
And just like that, you were ready to meet the team. You had learned to combine your combat skills with your powers, if you need to, you can fight in mid air. You’d learned to incorporate your abilities into your technique to enhance your own personal style. And it felt amazing.
You knew every possible way to deliver an effective, non-lethal blow.  Of course, you needed a suit. Bruce offered to enhance the one you had worn the day they rescued you, but you wanted a new one. To you, that suit represented what you were created to be, and that is not who you are. You wanted something true to yourself, and he understood and wholeheartedly supported you. Damian helped you make a sketch, and together you’d designed the perfect representation of you. And you became Eclipse. The alignment of two heroes, though unintentional, created a whole new hero. You.
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batfamluvr · 6 months
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Bat-Boys in Bed
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Dick Grayson’s mouth is filthy. And he gets enough praise, so I think he’d be into praising you instead.” You’re so pretty, all fucked-out and dumb…just for me” as he pounds into you, panting in between words.
He’d also be into touchy sex positions, like missionary where he can hook his nose into your neck and wrap his arms around you. Dick would be into you giving him hickies.
I think Dick has an insane stamina—round after round. His hips would meet yours at a punishing pace as he muttered out praise,” this cunt is so warm and wet for me. My beautiful girl.” And he place wet kisses to your neck and cheeks.
Dick isn’t above moaning, but he’s not pornographic about it.i see him whimpering and begging if he’s getting a blow job or if you’re on top and teasing him, but I don’t see him moaning as much or more than you.
Jason Todd isn’t much of a talker during sex, but I do believe he moans. He’d be a lot more gentle with you than popular belief thinks. Especially if we’re talking older, mature Jason who’s passed his “fresh from the pit madness.”
I do believe Jason has a choking kink and I’ll die on this hill. And it doesn’t have to be his hand around your throat or vice versa. It can be him shoving his cock to the back of your throat and feeling you pulse and throb around him.
He enjoys, mature Jason too, seeing your eyes go wide and glassy. Jason loves to pull his cock from your mouth after you’ve had enough and seeing your lips plump and pink. He loves the slight flush of your tits.
Jason is a lot more eager to switch roles and be on the bottom than Dick. If you’re feeling top-ish and want to ride. Jason wouldn’t argue as you ground down on him, rolling your hips and leaving a trail of slick on his pelvis.
He’d beg through covered lips as you shushed him and picked up your pace, driving your hips forward and giving Jason the release he’d been craving.
I don’t know enough about Tim or Duke, sorry.
Bruce is harder to read because there’s decades of lore, canon, and stuff that’s not in the main continuity. Many writers have different versions of him that some favorite—however, here goes.
Bruce is a control freak. Whether you planned it or not, you’d end up in a dom/sub dynamic. He’d be choosing your clothes, picking which jewelry he buys, telling you when to cum before you even realize it.
I also think he has a power imbalance kink, just a little bit. Nothing extreme or megalomaniacal. So I truly believe you wouldn’t be rich (sorry lol); you’d maybe be a lesser known vigilante, and that’s if Bruce is healthily interested in you. I believe you’d be a civilian, but a smart and compassionate one. We know Bruce isn’t one to dumb himself down for company; we know Bruce is attracted to smart women, but none of his past relationships worked because they didn’t have a heart ( I love Talia, but he real; she wasn’t Mother Teresa).
This one may lose people, but I believe Bruce has a breeding kink. It would be a chance for him to restart. His only blood child is an arrogant, cold assassin and the rest of his children are masked vigilantes who dance with death nightly. But with you, his love, he could have a child not born in pain and anger. He’s older and wiser; he’s not as vengeful and mission oriented as he was when he adopted Dick and Jason; Tim sought him out, and Damian came with a chip on his shoulder.
Bruce is unyielding in his refusal to switch places. He’s too paranoid and enjoys control too much to bottom. The closest you’ll get to topping is bossing him around from the bottom.” faster, pretty boy.” You reached up and caressed his face as his pace stuttered and he spilled into you, gasping and groaning as he did.
You wouldn’t be fucked in the suit or the Batmobile. And he hates being called Batman in bed. The closest you’d get to mixing sex with his vigilante life is getting fucked in the Batcomputer seat.
Damian Wayne is the kinkiest Batfam member. I see Damian, who didn’t undergo such a beautiful arc, having a blood and bondage kink.
Damian preferred to tie you down rather than tie you up. He cares for you, and tying you up puts you in an uncomfortable position (he doesn’t want that) and it screws with your circulation. And if he ties you down, he can see your face as he places the vibrator right on your clit. He can see you try to knock your knees—to no avail.
Damian loved to take a small knife and inflict a wound, if you can even call it that. It was feather soft, and you loved when he would wrap his mouth around the wound and suck the blood. Then he’d kiss you, letting the saliva and metallic taste mingle.
I believe Damian would be into hickies and spanking too, but not the for the violence like I see from the kinkier side of the fandom. He would be into hickies, spanking, bandage, and blood play for the markings. It all boiled down to markings. And that’s not to claim that those activities didn’t get you both off, but Damian’s true enjoyment stemmed from the possessiveness of it all.
That’s why he likes to untie you and massage the rope imprints, then walk you to the mirror and spin you around, letting you see all the prints and marks. He could feel himself harden again, but he knew he’d break you if he ever tried to impose his libido and stamina on you.
Don’t kill me, but Damian isn’t into cunnilingus. He also wouldn’t bottom, not like you’d want him to. If, and that’s a huge “if” ( it’s months into the relationship too), he does bottom, it’s not traditional bottoming. Damian would top from the bottom,” go slower, grind harder, beloved.” And he’d grip your hips hard enough to leave prints, because marks, duh!
Damian likes sloppy blow jobs. I know he’s proper and clean, but trust me. Spit, moans, and whimpers; that’s what gets him off. And seeing your cheeks flush and your breathing quicken, but you keep going lower and taking more of him in. He appreciates the determination, and it makes him feel in control, huge, and dominant which strokes his ego.
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damianwayne0 · 2 months
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In the Drawer ||
Pairings : Damian Wayne x reader
Summary : Damian and Y/n had been dating for 3 years . Damian is 19 and reader is also 19
After a long eventful mission, Bruce invited the justice league and the titians in the manor for a well deserved break. Everyone was just chilling since it was stormy outside.
Beast boy, excited : let's play a game!
Everyone : Yes let's play a game
Dick , hopefully: Are u also playing Damian?
Damian: I don't want to play with you all imbeciles.
Tim, rolling his eyes: whatever
Dick : please Dami it will be fun!
Damian: no-
Dick, ✨giving his puppy eyes✨ : And you owe me a favor
Damian, irritated : Fine.
" So what game are we playing ?" says Starfire .
"oh! oh! I know! I know! Truth and dare lets play it" says beast boy with an mischievous grin.
Jason took a bottle and spinned it , it landed on Dick.
Jason : Truth or Dare?
Dick : tru-th
" Were you the one who put fart spray in to the batmobile and blamed replacement for it?" Says Jason smirking know it was really dick.
"ye-s"says dick as he looks at Tim and Tim looks back at him with an betrayed look.
"I am sorry Timmy" says dick feeling a lil guilty.
" hahaha dude ! You really did that to batman ? That's so cool! " Says beast boy in disbelief.
" oh, that's why you were smelling so bad that day?" says Starfire with an disgusted look on her face.
"yeah " says dick with an small nervous laugh.
"By any chance was it also you who put glitter all over my bag?" Says Damian glaring at dick. He would have forgotten about that incident, if the gift he bought for you wasn't cover in glitter . And yeah you thought it was still cute regardless of the glittery mess it had become.
"uhhh" says dick nervously knowing he is screwed.
"you- " says Damian as his chasing dick with an fork begins and everyone was laughing at the sight.
After Damian literally hunted down dick , they came back and sat down , This time Tim spinned the bottle and it landed on Starfire.
" Truth or Dare Starfire?" Says Tim , smirking.
Then on then dick knows he's screwed.
"uhh dare?" Says Starfire hesitating a bit.
" ha! Don't kiss dick for a week " says Tim knowing he got his revenge.
Dick with an betrayed just stares at him . While he just shrugs.
Damian is a tiny bit impressed but he won't admit it .
Raven , impressed says " hmm he can't handle that one .
"Damn replacement you got him" says Jason to Tim while looking at dick who now has a defeated look on his face.
" hahah look at his face " says Beast boy pointing at dick, who just glares at him.
" fine, no kisses for a week I see" says Starfire giggling a bit.
Now its dick turn to spin it and it's lands on Damian.
"truth or dare Dami?" Says dick pressing his lips together so he wouldn't laugh.
"Truth." Says , Damian glaring at dick.
"How many girls have asked you out ?" Says dick already praying for his life .
To everyones suprise Damian begins to count and count and count not stopping.
"Damn dude we understood " says beast boy a shocked and maybe a tiny bit jealous.
" I don't know, I never counted" says Damian shrugging.
" yeah because who could even ask you out". Says Tim smirking.
Damian glared at Tim and Tim glared back.
" okay enough of your staring competition. It's my turn now" says Jason as he spins the bottle and it again lands on Damian.
" Seriously I got demon brat?" Says Jason disappointed.
" whatever just ask already" says Damian rolling his eyes.
" Fine , Fine demon brat. Truth or Dare?" Says Jason.
"Truth" says Damian as he sighs.
" do you hate replacement?" Says Jason with an smug
"I don't hate him but I would pull off his life support to charge my phone" says Damian.
Everyone seems shocked then they all crack up .
"Damn replacement got roasted by the gremlin"says Jason rolling on the floor while holding his stomach from laughing.
"Good one Dami" says dick out of breath from all laughing.
Tim just looks as if he saw a ghost. After everyone calmed down,they all say down and it's was Starfires turn and the bottle landed on raven.
"Truth or Dare raven?" Says Starfire smiling.
"umm dare?" Says raven hesitating .
Everyone than continuous to play. After sometime the justice league comes up from batcave to see the young heros playing. After the game ends. Damian goes into his room for sometime.
Damian than calls you and almost instantly you pick up.
"beloved, I miss you" says Damian wanting to be with her. It's not like he doesn't want to spend time with his family and friends but with you he finds peace that he cannot describe.
"My love, I miss you too but what happened?" Says Y/n worrying that something might happen to the love of her life.
"Nothing, beloved I am just missing you that's it" Damian sighs .
"I wish we could meet but this storm is not stopping anytime soon"
"you're right , beloved"
" I have a little surprise for you when you come back" you say seductively. You were waiting for him for so long because of that mission. You can't lie that you didn't miss his touch, his kisses during your time apart.
" beloved, you really love to make me suffer" Damian frowns
"hehe be patient my love, you will get your reward don't worry. Byeee love ya" and then you cut the call before he would say anything.
Damian heart beating so fast that it could beat the flash in a race . He than heard his brothers calling him for dinner. He goes down but he can't stop thinking about his reward that you were talking about. But he shook it up as his family and friends were watching him.
At the dinner table:
Everyone was seated. When Tim asked Damian if he had the cards game he took from Tim.
" They are in my room , in one of the drawers" says Damian, stabbing his vegetable with fork.
Tim than gets up to go to Damians room.
"So , Bruce did you know someone asked Damian out yesterday?* Says Jason smirking at Damian.
" oh I see , I mean he is a charming boy" says Bruce smiling.
Jon who just arrived flying says : ohhh that girl ? Damian told me about her. Apparently she tried to kiss him but he pushed her off ."
Bruce chokes on the food and Damian drops his fork due to shock and Jason just raises an eyebrow and well dick ,well he is cheering like those cheerleaders as Starfire tries to calm him down.
"He is a charming boy" says Clark repeating Bruce words.
Damian than speaks up.
"she was the daughter of Logan family and shes been trying to get my attention but I was putting her off"
Logan family are one of business partners of Bruce.
"hmm her mother tried the same" says Bruce as his scowls ,remembering those stupid attempts to get his attention.
Dick: where is Timmy? He certainly is taking his time.
Just as he said that Tim came running in and sat down on his seat. After sitting down Tim stares at Damian.
"what are you looking at imbecile?" Says Damian raising an eyebrow at Tim.
Tim with an straight face than says " Are You a virgin?"
Bruce for the second time chokes on his food. Jason starts laughing and dick is just horrid. Clark passes water to Bruce.
"Drake ,what actual heck!?"says Damian standing up .
"I mean , can you than explain why is there two packs of condoms in your drawer?" Says Tim as he puts up those boxes up in the air.
"TWO BOXES!?" says Jason
"CONDOMS!?"says Dick
"I don't think that's any of your business" says Damian. He was quite irritated but mostly embarrassed.
Damian than gets up and goes to his room
"Timmy, I don't think you should've done that"says Dick
"yeah dude"says. Beastboy
"I guess but what if he has a girlfriend?" Says Tim
"Who's gonna like that brat?"says Jason
The next day ,after the teen titan and the justice league left. Damian didn't come down for the whole day .
In Damians room
"ahahahahahahaha"
"Beloved, stop now"
"ahahaha I can't- I swear I can't-"
"seriously?"
"ok ok fine . But really? They saw it?" Pressing your lips together to try to not laugh.
"yeah and now I don't know what to do".says Damian,still irritated and somewhat angry.
"it's okay my love. That doesn't really matter"
"hmm but are you gonna wear that green one or the black one ?"
"...... really?"
"what?"
" perv" You could literally hear the mischievousness in his voice.
"Oh come on "
"Nope , you gonna have to find out"
"Fine "
"Damian, you know, we have been dating for a long time now"
"Yes , beloved I understand what you're trying to say.And I also know it's time"
"really!?", You have been dieing to meet his family for a quite time now, and he already met your family so it's only fair if you meet his.
"Yeah, I also been thinking about this. And I can't imagine my life without you anymore"
"Me too , Damian"
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froggyfics · 6 months
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The Deadliest Poisons Are The Sweetest - 6
Conflict arises within the Al Ghul household.
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Pairing: LOA!medieval!Damian Wayne x fem!reader
Word Count: 3,780
Warnings: misogyny?, smut, p in v penetration, oral sex
The Wayne Manor, in all its glory, is quite ordinary. 
Yes, it is perhaps the most magnificent building in all of Gotham – but if you look closely enough, there are little quirks that can only be seen in homes that have been lived in. 
Little chips on the doorframe showed its perpetual use. The floorboards creaked due to constant footsteps. The stained windows were discolored to divulge their age.
The manor gave off a completely different aura when compared to the Al Ghul Castle. The castle was built primarily for defense purposes and was not meant to be lived in. Its bloody history was obvious with its moat, drawbridges, and arrow slits.
Maybe that’s why you instantly felt more at ease at the manor. This was a home. It had no nefarious purpose. Even if the castle was purged of its malignant occupants (namely Talia), it could not erase its bloody history. 
With that being said, you could not say that you were completely comfortable at the manor. 
“How can I make you feel more at home?” Alfred inquires.
You’re not entirely sure how to answer his question. Maybe he could send word for your family to come to the manor instead of staying at the castle. 
You push the idea to the back of your mind almost immediately after thinking it. Your family hasn’t really been acting like your kin since you’ve arrived in the capital. They’re simply too busy schmoozing to notice your plight. After all, you are their ticket to the upper echelon. Damian had you leave the castle so hurriedly that you did not even have the chance to seek them out to say farewell. You doubt they’d care about your absence anyways.
“Where’s Damian?” 
“He’s still speaking with his father. I can have him come to your room as soon as he finishes his discussion.”
“Yes, that would be wonderful.”
Alfred bows before exiting the room. “Your highness.”
You let out a melancholic sigh while plopping on your bed. The absolute silence that surrounds you deafens your ears. The peacefulness reminds you that this is the first time in a long time that you had to yourself. 
Your ladies-in-waiting are out familiarizing themselves with the manor. Rachel returned to her own home, promising to follow you to manor after she packed her own belongings. Alice, your personal servant, is acquainting herself with the servants’ quarters. 
Talia is not breathing down your neck. Your mother is no longer nit-picking at your appearance. Your father is not here to remind you of your dimwittedness. Your older brother is not hounding you to convince your in-laws to give him a council seat. 
It's just you. After so much time surrounded by others, wishing for some alone time, you’re suddenly dumbfounded. How were you able to entertain yourself before him – before Damian?
The embroidery hoop sits longingly in your open chest. Your needlework was in sore need of improvement you realized after moving to Gotham. After all, the noblewoman here had no household chores to take up their time, thereby leaving them experts at embroidery. 
You sit down on a sturdy wooden chair. It’s easy for you to distract yourself in the work that you’re doing. All that there is to distract you are the crackling of the candles and the occasional prick of the needle. 
You nearly fall out of the chair in terror when the door opens suddenly. Your ladies-in-waiting come barging in, talking amongst themselves merrily until they notice you. Their faces sour. 
“C’mere, your highness,” Matilda sneers. “Time for bed.”
A sigh escapes your lips before you can control it. Surely, you cannot be treated this way! After all, you’re a princess now!
Alas, you scurry to Matilda and turn your back towards her. Of course, you can wish for a spine all you’d like, but you’d never stand up to her. Or to Honora. Or Joan. Or Talia. You’re…you. A princess, but you were born among the lowest of aristocrats. Just a generation prior, your family were peasants! Matilda, Joan, and Honora all came from distinguished dynasties that far surpassed your own. 
“Ouch!” You tried with all your might to keep quiet while Matilda yanks you about, but when her nails scratch against your back, you can’t help but let out a screech.
“Oh, hush now!”
“You’re – hurting me.”
Matilda remains quiet and you step out of your dress after it pools at your feet. The fireplace keeps the room warm, but the hostility in the air increases the temperature. She tugs the nightgown over your head rudely. 
“I suppose I’ll stay the night with the princess.” Honora points to the feather mattress near the bed. 
Matilda and Joan nod their heads and curtsy towards you.
“Now, is there anything else you’d like for us to do before we retire for the night, your highness?” Joan’s voice is sickly sweet, but at this point, you know her words are laced with venom.
“No, thank you. You are dismissed. Have a nice night.”
They snicker in each other’s ears and walk towards the door, while Honora looks longingly at them. Joan opens the bedroom door and gasps at the sight. 
“Your highness!”
Damian leisurely strides into the room with his hands behind his back like a soldier. The occupants of the room immediately bow in respect, including you. 
So much time had passed from when you told Alfred to call for Damian, that you didn’t think he’d actually come to see you. But here he was! In your room. You didn’t even know what you wanted to say to him. You didn’t remember why you asked Alfred to send Damian to you in the first place.
He clears his throat and looks around the room. His gaze lands on your discarded embroidery hoop atop your dresser. He picks it up to examine the half-finished red carnation on the fabric. Your entire body heats up in embarrassment. In your lonely haze, you barely recalled poking the red and green thread through the linen fabric. It meant nothing. Damian catches your gaze, and you hope to communicate silently that it meant nothing to you. Boredom took over and flowers were a common item to embroider. It meant nothing. You weren’t thinking about him then, and you certainly didn’t care that he was standing in front of you now. 
“You lot are dismissed for now.”
The ladies scamper out of the room immediately as Damian’s command leaves his lips. No back talk. No snide comment. If only they respected you half as much as they respected him, your day-to-day life would become so much smoother.
“Alfred mentioned that you called upon me.”
Your eye twitches. “Only to say goodnight.” You stare at him until it becomes uncomfortable. “So, goodnight.”
You turn around to get under the warmth of your covers. You pull the coverlet and bedsheet out as calmly as you can, even though a combination of anger and embarrassment courses through you. 
You want to lie back down fully, but Damian remains standing in place. 
“Can you please call my lady-in-waiting in here?”
“No.”
“No?” you scoff. “Why not?”
“We’re having a conversation, that’s why.”
“No, we’re not,” you huff. “I have had quite a tumultuous day. If you’ll excuse me, I will retire for the night.”
“You are angry with me.”
You scowl, but say nothing in return. You are angry. In fact, you are irate. Your marriage has just begun, and you already want to escape. 
“I’ve spoken with my father,” Damian interrupts the silence. “We will be staying here, at Wayne Manor. The castle is not the place for us.”
He exhales loudly when you do not respond. You are looking down at your coverlet, but can sense his movements closing in on you. He tediously sits on the farthest possible corner of the bed.
You shake your head in disbelief and face him with a glare on your face. “I do not bite, your highness, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
His smile momentarily catches you off-guard, but his chuckles reignite your anger. “You look like you will,” he responds once he notices your fury. His attempt at easing the tension does not work.
“I truly apologize for what my mother said to you. It was not…appropriate to say the least. Here at the manor, I can assure you that no one will question our marital bed like she did.”
“Tell that to my ladies-in-waiting. You do know that they are your mother’s spies, right? They’ll report everything to her.”
He shrugs. “I have been known to keep a loyal household.” He winks at you. “I have my ways.”
You simply can’t stand it. He’s being so…friendly. It irks you.
“Thank you, your highness. T’is late. I will not keep you up.” 
Your attempt to dismiss Damian is ignored. He tuts and closes the distance between you two. His new position is right at your side. His thigh touches your own, with just sheets of fabric separating the two of you.
“You’re angry with me,” he repeats.
“What’s it to you?” You do your best to keep your voice steady. “It’s not like you care.”
“Of course, I do. Of course, I care.”
A humorless laugh escapes your throat. “I’m not stupid. I have not grown up with your fancy tutors or privileged background, but I’m not stupid.”
“I never said you were stu –”
“You don’t have to say it for me to know that you and everyone else think it!” you nearly shout. “Your highness –”
“We’ve been over this.” He rubs his forehead. “You are my wife. Refer to me as husband or Damian –”
“I am not your wife!” It’s unintentional, but some of your spit lands on his face. You fight to get the covers off of you, jumping out of bed. You can only stomp a few steps away from Damian before his arm grabs your bicep.
You’re pulled back towards him and he swivels you around to face him once again.
“I am not your wife!” you repeat.
“What are you going on about, woman?” His own anger is evident due to the bulging vein on his neck. “Have you hit your head and lost your memory already?”
You speak through gritted teeth. “Your highness, I am not sure why you have roped me into your lies, but clearly there is another motive behind our so-called marriage.” You rip yourself from his hands, and point at him menacingly. “I don’t think I care to know why you have lied to me, but just know I’m onto you. You cannot deceive me. I know that we are in a sham marriage.”
Damian’s eyes nearly transform to coal black, the green is no longer visible. You slowly drop your accusatory finger, mentally kicking yourself for your tantrum. His disposition is quite fearsome, you realize. You were admittedly terrified of Prince Damian, who comes from a long line of terrifying and tyrannical ancestors. 
“Careful there, woman,” he taunts. “You are speaking to your prince.”
“I thought you were just my husband,” you sneer before you realize what you said. You clamp your mouth shut.
His eyes narrow dangerously. “Same difference. Do you need reminding?”
Well, now you’ve done it. You were going to be beheaded come sunrise, weren’t you? Why couldn’t you have just shut up? Why did you have to believe the lies he said in the garden? Who cares, he’s a man – they all lie. What difference does it make that your man joins in the age-old tradition of lying?
Damian waits expectantly for some sort of response from you, while your mind races. 
“No…husband.”
Damian smiles, but you can tell it’s the coldblooded kind. He takes one step, then another, and then one more until he’s toe-to-toe with you. 
You look up meekly at your prince. He towers over you and it dawns on you just how precarious your situation is. It has been just a day since you’ve married. The marriage could easily be annulled, especially at Damian’s behest. You are replaceable. There are countless others you would kill to be the heir’s wife.
And who could replace Damian? Quite literally, no one. Your family would forever be disgraced. No one would want to interact with the family of the heir’s former wife. It would be an embarrassment. Not to mention, you would forever be the laughingstock of the kingdom. The day-old princess. 
He cups your face, and his thumbs brush your hot cheeks. His other fingers grip the back of your neck, nearly painfully so. “Well, I think you do.”
Your breath hitches in the back of your throat when he plants his lips on your forehead. They travel to your nose before one hand shifts the collar of your nightgown.
“Admittedly, t’is my fault.” He suckles the tender skin at the base of your neck. “I have not truly turned you into a wife yet.” The implications of his words make you shiver, along with the wet kisses he leaves up and down your neck. His actions leave you in shock. This was not the way you expected to be…punished? Reprimanded? You’re not sure what exactly Damian is planning.
He kisses the pulsing point in your neck and the sensitivity nearly makes your moan. You bite your lip in retaliation, but of course, he notices it. 
You want to retort, but his thumb rubs against your nipple. You breathe out heavily as he continues his ministrations, your fiery attitude withers away as your nipple hardens under his touch. 
His hands slowly make their way to your hips and he grabs them firmly to guide you in the direction of the bed. 
You yelp when he pushes you onto the bed roughly, nearly landing completely on your back, but you catch yourself by your arms. You watch in utter curiosity as Damian rolls your nightgown over your knees, exposing you the warm chill of the room. He bites his lip lewdly and sinks to his knees.
You yelp again when he pulls you closer to the edge by the ankles. 
“You can watch if you want.” He gives you wet kisses from your ankle till your inner thigh. When he reaches your thigh, you attempt to close your legs around his head. It’s simply too sensitive. 
He pushes your knees apart and begins the cycle again on the other leg. This time, when he reaches your inner thigh, he takes hold of your legs and spreads them as far apart as he can. 
You squirm and squirm as he continues kissing your inner thighs.
“Damian,” you whimper.
“The lioness suddenly cannot seem to roar, only mewl,” he teases.
You can feel his hot breath on your innermost parts. The intimacy of the situation makes you grip the bed, but once he latches onto you, your hands cramp in the air.
“Oh! Ooh! Oh.” You moan loudly while he deliciously eats you out. His tongue sloppily latches onto your sensitive nub, but he occasionally leaves you long, languid licks on the entire region.
His hand snakes up your body, shirking your nightgown up until it’s over your shirt. He tweaks your nipples, and you can feel your abdomen tightening in response. 
You can feel the cooling wetness when Damian finally releases his hold on your clitoris. You want to mourn the absence of his tongue, but the mourning period ends as quickly as it began when he starts to rub his thumb in firm, circular motions.
There are so many sensations happening simultaneously. His thumb on your clit. His rough shirt agitating your nipples. Wet kisses on your neck. His fingers occasionally swiping the wetness leaking from your hole and spreading it around. You couldn’t stop the tide even if you wanted to.
The only thing to hold onto is his biceps. It starts in small waves. A strange feeling arises in you, but you don’t want it to stop. It roils in faster and faster peaks. You bite your lip in anticipation. When it finally arrives, a sound escapes your throat that has never come out before. Your muscles contract as you reach your peak. 
Damian’s lips leave your neck to latch onto your mouth. You moan into his mouth as the feeling rides itself out. It’s so overwhelming that all modesty flies out the window. You don’t care how loud you are. You don’t care how you must look. All that surrounds you is the pleasure that Damian extracted from you. 
The kiss you share is unlike the one from the day before at your wedding. Your wedding kiss was short and sour. This one is long and sensual. 
You don’t want the kiss to end, but Damian takes the initiative to pull back. He maintains eye contact with you while he removes his tunic and pants. You obscenely take in the sight of his defined abs and strong muscles, but you stop once your eyes meet his hardened member.
You jump slightly when he suddenly spits on it. His hand moves up and down to spread his saliva around. The sight is so lewd that you turn your head to avoid it.
“Don’t get all shy on me now, beloved.”
His words force you to look once more at him. His pushes your shoulders down to where you lay flat on the bed. You crane your neck to at least look at what he’s doing. He holds your neck up with his hand to give you a better view once he realizes what you’re trying to do. 
He pokes at your entrance. “Beloved, breathe for me.”
You have no choice but to follow the instructions of the man that just had his face in between your thighs moments ago. You inhale, then exhale, and repeat the process.
The pain halts your breath. You hiss as the head of his penis is thrust into you. He shallowly inserts the tip in and out, and leans down to pepper your face with light kisses. Slowly but surely, your hiss turns into a whimper. In response, he thrusts deeper and deeper. He whispers tenderly into your ear.
“You feel amazing, my love.”
“This is what I should have done last night.”
“I am all yours.”
You don’t even realize you’ve shed a tear until he swipes it away. The gentleness of the moment wipes away the last month from your memory. All that exists is here and now.
It hurts, but there’s an equal amount of pleasure licking behind the pain. Damian’s ever-increasing groans only add to your own desire. He impales you with every thrust, but he does so as slowly as possible. You can tell he could be rougher if he wanted, as evident by his muscular figure. 
He leans his forehead onto your own, and closes his eyes. You keep yours open to watch him pant. There’s a glow on his skin that highlights every handsome feature about him. 
His breathing becomes erratic and so do his thrusts. His grunts are nearly animalistic until finally he groans loudly in delight. You can feel a gush of wetness around your entrance as he lazily thrusts himself in and out of you. He stills himself inside of you at last before practically crushing you under his weight.
You can hardly breathe under the pressure and feebly push upwards against his chest with your hands that are trapped under him. He pulls out of you completely and rolls over to your side, still panting heavily. 
He shifts you onto your side to face him and pecks your entire face with light kisses. You giggle at his show of affection, wishing that he would never stop. 
But he does. Everything good must come to an end. With one final peck on your lips, he rubs his hands up and down your back before getting up from the bed. The warmth of his body escapes you and you find yourself quite cold suddenly. The fireplace still burns brightly, but Damian’s touch provided a fiery heat that could not be replicated through any other means. 
Once he’s finally dressed, he leans down to give you a passionate kiss. You return the affection to the best of your naïve ability. 
“Our marriage is now officially sealed. Do you feel like our union is a sham still?”
You squirm in embarrassment. You recall the argument that preceded your intimate counter, but shame overcomes you at the way you behaved. 
You nod your head in response. “I apologize, Damian. This past month has just been a whirlwind for me.”
He gazes at you while tying his pants tight. “I understand.” He reaches down and kisses your knuckles, like he did when you first arrived in Gotham. “Goodnight, beloved.”
He strides towards the exit. “Damian, will we spend any time together tomorrow? I’d love a tour of the manor with you as my guide.”
“I don’t think that is possible. I’ll be very busy.” He attempts to walk away, but is stopped by your questioning again.  
“Can we at least have dinner together?” He doesn’t turn to face you entirely, but he does tilt his head in your direction. 
“Would that make you happy?” he finally says.
“Yes,” you immediately answer. You wanted what just happened to continue to happen. Not necessarily the sex, although that was a definitive plus, but the closeness. 
You felt so much closer to Damian within just a night of emotional intimacy that your negative memories of him from the past month shift towards the back of your head. Every kiss he gave you tonight replaced every snide comment made in your direction, the loneliness you felt, and the confusion regarding your relationship status.
“Then, we shall have dinner.” With that, he leaves the room, leaving you bare on the bed. 
His absence makes the pain and soreness in your abdomen and genitals evident. You clutch your belly in an attempt to soothe the cramps away.
Your door bursts open. You scramble to cover yourself with something, with anything, but it’s too late.
Honora glares at you as she makes her way towards the bed. The best you can do in your fumbled state is cover yourself with your arms and make yourself as small as possible. 
She looks you over, and then at the red and transparent stains on the coverlet. 
“Get off the bed,” she snaps. She exits the room and returns a few moments later with two servant girls.
“Hurry up,” she barks at the servants as they scurry to change to the sheets. “I’d like to get some sleep before the sun rises.”
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anothertimdrakestan · 2 years
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Just One Night - Damian Wayne x Reader
request: Can you please do a fic with the tropes of fake dating and idiots in love with Damian and f!Reader please?? 2k words & and a very bold Damian Wayne. Hope you enjoy <3
"When pigs fly." you laughed.
"You know I could make that happen." Damian said with a yawn. He had asked you to accompany him through a day of press. He was under paparazzi fire for allegedly being seen with the domino mask a familiar hero was known to sport, he still claims he would never make such a mistake, the press however, says otherwise.
So in a horribly drafted redirection of attention, you got to be an arm piece to the Prince of Gotham for the day. It made sense, you two were openly close friends being the children of hugely famous Gothamites, and no stranger to the public eye, but this was a stretch.
You whined, "why are you not more upset by this? You hate these events more than I do, let alone with the added drama of a date." you watched him shift uncomfortably before replying, "father made it clear that until my name is separated from Robin, Drake is tasked with the title, and I'm benched. You know I hate to say it, but please y/n, it's just one night" and suddenly his desperate agenda became clear.
"Alright, but I come at a price," you smirked as his eyes met yours, "If we are really going to sell this, you have to be nice to me, a gentleman even, and I want McDonalds afterward, no complaints," you crossed your arms over your chest as Damian rolled his eyes at the preposition.
"Do you really think so lowly of me, my love?" he tacked on the cheesy pet name with a grimace. "Oh I certainly do," you replied with a cackle.
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Damian's PR team had set the agenda, dinner in the public eye then off to a short appearance on a talk show announcing the non-profit both of your families were funding, and finally a short appearance at an after party for a gala, which meant a paparazzi stretch. Overall, nothing either of you haven't done, but so much more stressful with a "partner".
And just like that, you were whisked into a sleek black car, dressed in a dangerously sultry dress, set to arrive at a restaurant Damian would already have a table at, meaning the paparazzi were already en route.
As soon as the car door was opened for you, the flashes began. Pushing forward, eyes trained downward, the shouting began: "Y/n who are you wearing tonight?" "Does this count as a date?" "Damian has an empty seat, is that where you're headed?" "Any comments on your late night appearance tonight?" you managed to glance up and smile before slipping into the restaurant, quickly making your way upstairs to the balcony table where Damian sat, fiddling with silverware like a literal child.
As his eyes met yours they swept your body swiftly, something more than boredom flashing behind his eyes. Quickly he stood up, sauntering to your side he pulled your chair out for you, but not letting you sit down before pecking your cheek, his lips cold to your touch.
"At least they cannot hear what we say," he grumbled as you both sat down.
"Is it that miserable to pretend you like me?" you teased back, glancing down at the fans below.
"No, no it's not," he near whispered, his hand came to rest on yours, a gesture you felt no one could see. Your eyes met his and held his stare for a few seconds too long.
He broke eye contact by glancing at the flashing cameras below. "Are you ready for tonight?" he asked softly, letting you key into just how nervous he actually was.
"There's no one else I would do this for," you breathlessly replied, but his gaze never met yours, stuck on the hoard below.
The rest of dinner was regular, Damian already knew your order so the food came quickly, and the two of you fell into the comfortable friendship you'd always had.
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"10 minutes to go time" your assistant called into your room as you glanced at yourself one more time in the mirror. You hated talk shows: uncomfortable clothes, questions, and all in the public eye.
Damian's voice was muffled from outside your door a minute later, "can I come in?" was all you heard, pushing the door open slightly so he could enter.
"Please don't comment about the dress, this whole thing was last minute and I did my own makeup because I absolutely hated the artist here, and-" you rambled, staring at yourself in the mirror with exhaustion.
"Y/n, you look exquisite." Damian appeared behind you, he was tall enough that his shoulders were at your head, you looked up and met his eyes, noticing his hair neatly slicked back. He looked older, handsome even. Leaning back into his chest you tilted your head back, prompting him to look down at you through thick lashes, your eyes meeting without the mirror.
"Just one night," you whispered up to him with a smile.
His hand found it's way to your hip, steadying you against him, "one night," he hummed in agreement.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Damian Wayne and Y/N L/N!" applause echoed in the studio as you both walked on stage. Almost instinctually Damian stopped in front of you, his hand catching your hip, guiding you in front of him, into the chair to his left. You glanced up at him with a smile before sitting down, letting you attention fall to the host.
"What an honor to have the two of you here together! Y/n we are so excited you brought your date tonight," the host slid in the remark hoping to catch any type of reaction, but you just smiled before answering "it is so exciting to bring my partner to announce our family's non profit! This effort is such a huge step towards a brighter future for Gotham, we are so, so excited," you grinned, turning to face Damian who's eyes were trained on you.
"I noticed she said partner, how does that feel Mr. Wayne?" the host waggled his eyebrows at Damian who finally met his eyes. "It feels incredible to call our families partners, I know I speak for the Wayne family when I express how honored we are to join this program as benefactors." you bit your cheeks to withhold a smile at his question dodge.
"So you don't mind me asking if there's really nothing between the two of you?" the host leaned in, knowing eyes meeting yours. Feeling your cheeks heat up you whipped your head to Damian, eyes telling him to speak.
He simply smirked, lightly pushing a piece of fallen hair behind your ear while saying "nothing," his eyes only looking into yours. The silence had you in a chokehold, unable to look anywhere but Damian.
You knew the host was saying something cheeky in response, but you couldn't pull your eyes from Damians until he broke the electric feeling. With a cool smile he responded to the host, leaning back to place his arm on the back of your chair. His wingspan large enough that your head rested against his forearm.
The rest of the interview was a blur, you mindlessly answered questions until your 30 minute segment was up. Finally the host stood up, ready to set you free. As applause filled the room you shook the hosts hand, pausing to wait for Damian who did the same before following you out of the studio and into another black car.
"That went perfectly," Damian hummed while you looked out the darkened window to the city. The ride was short but you couldn't help but ask, "how is this, all the pretending and flirting so easy for you?" your voice cracked, raw emotion pushing through as you turned to face him.
He went quiet, strictly staring ahead as the car pulled up outside the paparazzi stretch into the after party you two had to attended. As the driver stopped the car and stepped out to get your door Damian turned to face you, his voice low and raspy like he'd been sitting on the words the entire drive there.
"You think this is just all fake? Darling, I'm not pretending."
Before you could catch your breath he stepped out of the car, flashing cameras and yelling started almost on queue. Your door opened, with Damian standing stoically outside, waiting for you. Legs damn near shaking you got out of the car, immediately clinging to his side as he led you down the carpet.
When the screeching and pleading to stop for photos got too intense Damian paused, stepping in front of the cameras to let you adjust your straps and hair, this put his face inches from yours, but this time his eyes failed to meet yours, trained only on your lips. When he fell back into place besides you his hand found its place on your hip once again, this time his thumb rubbed circles around your waist through the whole photo-op.
Once inside the cold air met your blushing cheeks, knocking a breath of fresh air into your lungs, enough to give you the confidence to drag Damian into a corner of the room.
"You think you're funny Wayne? Flirting with me all day then saying it was real? Toying with me like that? Absolutely not." you were talking animatedly with your hands while he just towered above you with a smirk.
"And what if I meant it?" Damian cocked his head to the side, smirk still plastered on his face. "Then you would've done something! Anything! You just get the chance to be with me today so take it!" you exclaimed, waving your hands in front of you.
"Ok," was all Damian said before his hands grasped either side of your face, leaning down to your height and crashing your lips to his. You threw your hands up in confusion, eyes opened wide, but his were closed, squeezed shut as if he couldn't think of anything else to do but kiss you.
And suddenly you melted, deepening the kiss as your eyes fluttered closed, hands pulling desperately on either side of his tuxedo.
Lightheaded from the aggression behind the kiss you pulled away, your chest rising and falling in unison with his. "That was something," you whispered.
"Had to take the chance," he whispered in response. Suddenly he was on the move, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the entire ballroom, out the back door, and into another car.
As he slid into the drivers seat he mumbled "I believe there was one more requirement for the night." You couldn't find the words to respond, your fingertips dancing on your lips, feeling how puffy they were from the kiss, the only reminder that it really happened.
After a short interaction with the McDonalds employee who happened to recognize both you, you were parked in an empty lot, silence grasping the car.
"Not how I thought today would go," you whispered. Damian glanced at you, eyes searching yours, "better or worse than expected?" you appreciated how blunt he was.
"I- honestly, better. Way better." you sighed, smiling to yourself while looking back on the nights events.
"As promised, it was just one night. You can hold me to that promise." Damian looked earnest, like he was saying it as much to you as himself.
You paused, deciding to test the waters. "And what if it wasn't just one night? Brunch tomorrow maybe? Movies at yours after? Maybe one week only, or a month?" you glanced in his direction, unable to contain a smile as his eyes lit up.
"Could I interest you in a lifetime?" he raised his eyebrows, frozen in waiting for your response.
"Only for a lifetime D? I'm in."
"Only for a lifetime beloved," he whispered, leaning in to seal the promise with a kiss.
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dead-sane-stuff · 8 months
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* Damian telling some story*
Jason: That is such bullshit
Damian: NO IT IS NOT
Y/n: Jason, if Damian says it's true then who are we to believe otherwise
Jason: Oh Okay, but no one believes me when I say I beat the last level of Mortal Kombat.
Y/n: Because that's just ridiculous Jason, no one beats Sub-Zero or Kronika
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kumori-suwan · 4 months
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Batboys Arranged Marriage Series (Part 2): When They Try to Apologize but You Have Another Idea
Featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne
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Dick Grayson
He’d said so much in just a few cruel words and now he had to live with the guilt of your broken heart. In the span of a few weeks after the fight you’d changed all because of him. Your eyes no longer glowed at the sight of him, you didn’t seem shy or nervous anymore, you hardly even acknowledge him. It was his fault he knew that but the worst part of all was the way you were slowly taking yourself out of the picture, you picked up a new shift at work, an early morning one that kept you well over twelve hours. Dick would wake up to an empty apartment and would leave an empty apartment by the time patrol started. You became a ghost in your shared home, the only evidence of you being home was your shoes at the door or dishes in the sink.
“She’s pulling away from me…I messed up. I royally screwed this up.”, Dick sighed, running his fingers through his raven locks.
Ever since the fight he decided to break things off with Kori, your words had struck a chord in his heart and the wheels in his head finally started to turn. He realized that he was the cause of your misery and reflected on it, he wanted to change and be better for you but how could he if you avoided him like the plague. You were a human, a woman with a big heart that just wanted to love and be loved.
‘I’m trying to be worthy…it’s not fair that I’m the only one putting in effort…I have to beg to go out on a date…-‘
Your words and tears had become ingrained into his mind, forcing him to continually remember the pain he’s caused you. Ideas and thoughts floated around in his brain, trying to think of the best plan of action to apologize and make things right between you two.
“A date…a date should be a good start.”, he thought aloud.
Dawning his Nightwing uniform he waited patiently for you to come home, according to the ring camera you always arrived home at about 12:40 in the morning. He waited patiently for you to arrive, the pamphlet for a fancy restaurant you’d mentioned to Bruce a few weeks ago now sitting in his hands. His eyes softened to the sight of your photo hanging up on the wall, a smile so genuine and bright making you glow in the frame. He wanted to be the reason you smiled like that…he just hoped that it wasn’t to late to fix his mistake and take back what he said. The lock to the front door clicked open as you walked in from another grueling twelve hour shift.
Your eyes were sunken in from the lack of sleep, your cheeks flushed red with a fever, and your skin pale from lack of self care. “(Y/n)?”, a quiet voice called to you.
You looked up, the blurry image of black and blue hazy before your eyes. “What are you doing here?”, you sighed, rubbing the sleep from your tired eyes.
He wants to say so much, hiding the pamphlet behind his back as he tries to center himself. How could a woman so tired and angry seem so beautiful in his eyes, he wanted to spoil you…hold you in his arms and let you rest. When he doesn’t offer you an answer you decide that he only wants to fight and opt to fleeing back to your room.
“W-Wait! Wait look about the fight, I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have done it…I just…just I don’t know. I don’t want to fight anymore. I wanna put my half into this relationship if you’ll still let me.”, he stutters every few words but he hopes you understand what he’s trying to say.
You scoff, unknowingly shattering any hope of reconciliation between you two. You’re body is aching and tired, you’re ready to collapse from the growing fever you’ve been ignoring the past couple of days. Without skipping a beat you turn and stare Dick right in the eyes, the few feet separating you seeming so much farther than it really is when you say, “No need. I’m breaking off the engagement.”
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Jason Todd
While he slabs the drywall mud over the patch Jason can only remember the intense fear in your eyes as he raised his fist to you. Lost in his rage he never thought to hurt you but even still he made you scared of him, so scared that you decided to run back home to your cruel family without so much as saying goodbye. It’s been less that forty-eight hours and Jason is on edge, he wants to go out and look for you but he can’t bare to see that look on your face again if he does.
“Why am I such a fuck up?”, he sighs.
He stares at the wall admiring his patch job before looking down at his bandaged hands, that night he did indeed clean his own wounds just like you’d said. His cheek still stung from the strong open handed slap you’d striked across his face for what he’d done to you, but the pain under the bandages seemed to hurt more than usual. Before you, he always had to clean his own wounds but then you arrived and you took care of it for him, your soft gentle touch always putting him at ease and making him feel better.
He sighed and plopped onto the couch out of frustration, “Why’d I get mad at her like that? Why’d I say anything about the mission to her, it’s hard to play someone when you’ve actually fallen in love with them.”, Jason groans to himself finally admitting his feelings for you.
Jason was a broken man even before his first death, nothing changed about that after he was revived but Bruce thought that having someone like you would be the perfect idea. In a way he wasn’t wrong, Jason had grown to love you in the few months you two had been together. Nobody cared for him the way you did, nobody worried for him and nobody listened to him like you did. That’s why this separation hurts so much, he lied in his fit of rage and unveiled the true reason you two were arranged together.
“That was a secret I wanted to take to the grave with me, I wanted to marry that woman and never let her go. Now I won’t even be able to apologize…(Y/n) please come back home.”, Jason sighed.
“I’m back!”
Just the sound of your cheerful voice was enough to make his heart skip a beat, he stood up straight and turned to see you taking off your shoes at the door in a business suit.
“(Y/n)…wh-where have you been? Why’re you dressed like that?”, Jason asked.
Within a few short strides he was in front of you yet again but this time your eyes didn’t show fear, no there was something indifferent and cold about them despite the smile on your face. You shooed him away asking him to sit down at the table, he offered you some food instead so that you could sit down and relax. At the stove he felt something unsettling building in the pit of his stomach, he didn’t like how you were acting but he chalked it up to being the after effect of the fight.
“Here Hun…umm about the fight…I’m sorry I never should’ve done what I did to you and I know it’s to late to take back what I said but I do love you. I really do I swear I just-“
Jason stopped when you raised a hand up, he stayed quiet waiting for what you had to say. You pulled out a manila envelope from your bag and slid it towards him with a gleeful smile.
“This is all the evidence of my father’s misdeeds and illegal transactions between the company and a gang he’s been sponsoring. The gang will be trafficking high tech weapons through Gotham for the black market community here and one particular item is listed as a planet destroyer. This is everything you needed from me right?”, you giggled, Jason’s blood ran cold.
In the matter of hours you accomplished his goal, everything Bruce needed was right here in front of him but he didn’t want it…not when he knew what you were about to do next.
“(Y/n)…b-baby please don’t do this. I’m sorry okay? I won’t take this if it means you will-“
“That I’ll leave you and call off the engagement? It’s a little to late for that. Gift giving and quality time is my love language, consider this my final gift I’ll ever give you.”, you stood up from the table returning to the front door to leave, “Goodbye Jason thanks for loving me…even if it was all just a lie.”
You left without even looking back at him, Jason was stupidly glued to his seat from shock and guilt. His metallic blue eyes hyperfocused on the engagement ring you’d left behind on the table. He couldn’t believe that you were gone and it was all his fault.
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Tim Drake
‘-reflect on your behavior while I’m gone!’
Your behavior wasn’t the problem, your fiancé was the problem! Ignoring you, choosing others over you, overworking while you stupidly waited for him at home, not keeping even the simplest of promises! Normal people would’ve already left or cheated on people like him, Tim gaslights you and manipulates the situation so that you’re the problem and you’re tired of that! If he didn’t love you there was no point staying in this stupid miserable relationship!
Little did you know that Cassie had ripped him a new one after finding out he’d forgotten your birthday. Tim felt horrible when he realized what day it was, the reminder on his calendar had been overlooked due to the rest of his work schedule on the same day. He buried his face in his hands in shame, he argued with you and forgotten your birthday! Now he understood why you were all dressed up and your outburst.
“Sorry Cassie I’ve gotta go home and fix this.”, Tim whispers, recalling the heartbreak in your eyes before he left.
He’s been treating you terribly lately, it was unforgivable but you were always so sweet and always forgave him. He could only hope you’d be lenient this time like always.
“(Y/n)? Hey sweetie I’m back. I’m sorry about earlier I just-“, Tim’s voice fell silent when he noticed how destroyed the apartment had become.
At first he panicked, fearing that you’d been robbed or worse hurt but he soon found you unconscious on the couch with a bottle of expensive alcohol emptied next to you. Never had Tim seen you drink or drunk if he was being honest, he noticed your knuckles cut and bleeding as you slept on the couch. He felt worse about what he’d done to you, if he was so smart how come he couldn’t tell that you were breaking?
“(Y/n), hey baby…c’mon wake up. Let’s get you to bed.”, he begged softly, lifting you up into his arms bridal style. He’d clean up the mess from your outrage while you slept.
You woke up a bit, lost in your drunken haze and sadness as you stared up at him.
“Oh hey Conner~ wh-when did you…you get here?”, you giggled, unable to recognize the hazy image of your fiancé.
Hearing you call his best friend’s name made a pit form in his stomach, had you confided in Conner about your relationship issues? Tim settled you into the bed and listened to your drunken rambling, “Y’know he forgot about me again. I wish I was sadder about it…hic…h-honestly I’m over it Con. I think it’s time for me to end it.”, you hiccupped.
“D-Don’t end your life over this.”, Tim begged, he knew about your poor mental health but he didn’t think he’d push you to this.
You squinted your eyes, trying to focus on the inage before, “No!~ Not that you goob! I meant our engagement, it’s not working out. I’m so sad that I’m just angry plus Tim doesn’t love me. It’s for the best.”, you giggle softly, gently letting sleep take over your body again.
Hearing you say that made Tim’s stomach flip, he wasn’t sure how to deal with such a horrible thought. He couldn’t bare to think of you leaving him, he did love you! He truly did, he couldn’t bare to lose you like this! If he had to make up for it for the rest of his life he would.
“S-She’s drunk…t-that’s not how she really feels. No…no I’ll fix this I will.”, Tim promised himself, watching you curl up into fetal position on the bed mumbling to yourself. Tim was almost afraid but he had to know what you were saying, the pit in his stomach only growing larger when he heard you whisper, “No more. No Mrs. Drake.”
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Damian Wayne
It didn’t take a genius to understand that Damian had messed up, he held onto your ring for dear life the rest of the night and gave you space. He’d hoped by the next day you would’ve felt better, he sent your ring back to you on a tray of breakfast he had asked Alfred to make for you. The old butler gave a judgemental hum that Damian knew all to well from his youth. Much to his surprise Alfred returned to the kitchen with the food and ring just a few minutes later.
“Apologies young master, it seems Miss (Y/n) is not here at the moment. She left a note saying she was off to work.”, Alfred chuckled, handing Damian the note you’d left.
Damian read over the simple letter and panicked, were you avoiding him now after what he’d said?
“Work? She doesn’t have work. How could she be working when I never see her go out?”, Damian’s mind was reeling with questions.
He was grateful now that he’d decided to put a tracker into the necklace he’d given you as a gift, much to his surprise you were in the art district of Gotham in a fashion design company?! Damian decided it was better for him to suck up his pride and apologize to you. He sped off to your location on his motorcycle, hoping to ease your heart of any unnecessary pain he’d caused you. Within the hour he’d arrived at the building of a popular up and coming fashion design company that was known for their creative street looks. His emerald hues paid close attention to everything around him, searching the sea of faces for any sign of you.
“Excuse me, I’m here to see (F/n) Wayne.”, Damian huffed to the receptionist, annoyed at not having already found you.
The young woman smiled at him, instantly recognizing him from the papers and news.
“My apologies sir, we don’t have anyone by that name here today. Maria do you know who (F/n) is?”, she asked her fellow coworker.
The other girl glared at Damian and chuckled, “It’s (nickname), the stage designer for the next fashion show.”, Maria smiled standing up from her seat, “Come along sir, I’ll take you to her.”
Damian was shocked to hear your title in the company, he never knew you were certified to be a stage designer. That takes years of experience and education from a particular academy here in Gotham. The receptionist walked him to the Runway stage in the building and opened the door for him, “Fair warning several of us are (Y/n)’s best friends from high school and college, we already heard about the little incident last night so don’t be surprised by what she’ll say next. She deserves better.”, Maria clicked her tongue in annoyance, leaving Damian there alone.
Now Damian was really starting to feel nervous, what had your friends told you? What had you told them? He decided to walk into the stage room and was shocked to see how beautiful the runway looked thanks to you and your stage crew. The room reeked of spray paint and to his surprise the artist was you, decorating the backwall with a gorgeous street design to reflect the street wear that would be shown here.
“Can I help you? The stage area is closed to the public you shouldn’t be here.”, A male voice growled.
Damian quickly took in his surroundings and realized two employees were glaring at him, a woman with half a shaved head, and a muscled looking gym guy wearing a tight black compression shirt and drapey pants.
“I’m here to see my fiancée.”, Damian quickly huffed.
Both employees looked at each other and then Damian before the woman turned around and screamed your name. You were startled by the scream and quickly turned around to see who it was, much to your annoyance Damian was here. You put your spray paint down and hopped off stage taking off your breathing mask and leaving it at the edge of the runway.
“Go away.”, you ordered your friends, the guy frowned and glared at Damian.
“Just be careful if you need anything we’re here.”, he promised, pressing a soft peck to the top of your head, the woman following his lead and staining your cheek black with her lipstick.
The bubbly giggle that fell from your lips made Damian’s blood boil with jealousy, he wasn’t used to this side of you. You were happier, more expressive, mischievous, confident even, he wanted to see you like this all the time. Your bubbly personality instantly vanished when you finally looked up at him.
He didn’t mean to come off rude but he quickly started off with, “I thought you said you didn’t have friends?”
You glared at him, unamused and irritated by him, “I said I don’t really have that many friends, these aren’t exactly people who get invited to Galas. They’re not rish socialites that only talk business and degrade the lower class.”, you growled defending your friends from his mindset.
Damian raised his hands up as a sign that he meant no harm with his words, “Okay sorry. Look I’m just here to check on you…you weren’t home and I thought you’d still be upset about yesterday. I just want to make sure we’re okay.”, Damian explained pulling out your engagement ring in a small velvet box.
You glared at the ring, reaching out for it as if to put it back on but you hesitated, to Damian’s surprise you closed the box and took a step back.
“Last night was pretty eye opening for me, I’m nothing like you and frankly you’ve shown time and time again that you dont really like me. My sister would’ve been a better pick for you, I’m not some snobby rich heiress that wants money and a wallet for a husband to provide for me. These people and I have more in common then you and I, this is where I belong.”, you offered Damian a sad smile.
For once in his life Damian found himself suddenly anxious and worried, he knew what you’d say next but he didn’t want to hear it. He could fix this, he would swear it to you on his hands and knees if he had to.
“I…I…(Y/n) I’m sorry. Everything you said last night was very true, I’m so sorry that I hurt you like this. If I’d realized sooner I would’ve done better for you.”, Damian was quick to apologize, panic quickly filling his eyes for you to see.
You shook your head, stepping back more, “I can’t do this anymore, you won’t ever love me for me. I’m calling off the engagement, I’m sure you’ll forget me and move on fast. Goodbye Damian.”
Damian watches as you hop back onstage to finish your work, without realizing he’s in tears he quietly leaves without saying another word. The pathetic ring in his hand feeling heavy and weighing him down the farther he got from you. This felt like the biggest mistake he’d ever made.
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