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maanae · 3 years

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Holidays

I would like to thank you all because by the gods, I didn't have that much notifications since way too long, love you all ♥

(and warn you because I don't have a rythm. At all. It's 2 OC in 10 days, it'll probably be wayy much before the next one :'))

I didn't find any real fanfic on Daminette x Teen Titans and I really think it can have a lot of potential (and I like the Titans) so here a little thing. It's more of a "throw all ideas before I forget them" so it's not really organised but I think it's sweet, so enjoy! (like last time, make what you want of it, if you want to write it just @/me I want to see!)

Aged-Up Characters! Marinette 17 years old more or less and Damian 18 I suppose. I'm not really up to date on the ages of all the characters but they're close to be or are adults.

Marinette is tired. Really really tired. She needs holidays. Far away from Paris, from Hawkmoth, from Malizia, from Lila Rossi and her court of lies, from her Order and her responsabilities and just... holidays. And her friends know that. Even the new members of the Order who don't know her very well know that. So they scheme. (Because she needs it but she won't take holidays obviously. Self -sacrifiyng and way too hard-working demoiselle.)

She'll keep the Coccinelle because she's one of the two persons who can wield it and the Chat isn't a good idea for holidays (like yeah okay he's fun but he's also chaos and Marinette needs rest. So Ladybug it is). She also has the Cheval, in case of akuma or amok or mirage or idk what they want to throw at her. All of her Gardians duties will go to Adrien and Nino, her fellow gardians-in-training (because there is no way she can be a full-fledged Gardian without much guidance, even X years after, don't fight me). And yeah, it's not perfect but it's something and it's way better than what she has now.

That's good, all good. They just need a location now.

It was an idea from Alix, with her weird smile they learn to not ask about. But it's Adrien and Chloe who talk to Jon and Damian. And it's Kor'i who concretises it by inviting Marinette at Jump City, in the Titans Tower.

And she accepts, because she knows she needs holidays and she wants to see Damian and to meet his friends (just coworkers dixit himself and she doesn't believe him at all).

So she goes.

Of course, Damian haven't let the Titans know who their guest would be and Kor'i wanted it to be a surprise (and a little mischief, maybe, it'll be fun). So when the car parks in front of the tower, they wait for an hero, or a celebrity, or someone they know, or or... anyone really. Not an asian girl with dark rings under her eyes, half-asleep and clinging to Damian. Nor the ease of Damian when he takes her bags with his arm around her waist.

... Damian has a girlfriend !?

(Kor'i was right, it's fun.)

Damian has indeed a girlfriend but she just says hello and then go crash on the bed. Damian's bed in fact. In his room. Where he takes her bags. The Damian. Who doesn't like anyone in his venicity or in the venicity of his things (and okay, he's more... less... than in the beginning but still it's a huge thing for him!). The following hours are eventful for the Titans who doesn't get what the fuck is happening, Kor'i who just wants popcorns and Damian who hides in his room. With his girlfriend. (The Titan have a hard time swallowing that).

Marinette wakes up in the middle of the night and finds Rachel in the kitchen, in front of a cup of black coffee. She smiles, a little shy and a lot eager and buzzes with energy. Her dark circles are a little less pronunced but she takes a double coffee with enough sugar and creme to wake the dead. Heh. The girls bond across coffee, late nights, Damian and art. It's cool. And when the sun rises and the boys and Kor'i wake up one by one, they're friends. And Marinette makes divine coffee and all the boys are enamored in a minute.

(Damian is Not jealous. But he keeps close to Marinette. Just in case.)

Marinette is all smiles and flowers, adorable in this not-naive way of helping others like it's a second nature and asking if she oversteps, always cautious of the boundaries. She has the look of heroes, mature and wary, but her eyes shine when she talks and she's sunshine, lighting up all that she sees. Damian is at ease when she's at his side, hands fluttering around to explain her last idea, he rolls his eyes when she hits walls and furnitures and apologizes and smiles when she lits up in joy and passion. He looks like his dad when Bruce gets out of his multiple costumes, serene in a way they never know him to be.

Sometimes she disappears and she explains she's a hero at home and they can't know her alter-ego without being banned from her city. They look at the thundering look on Damian at that and understand that he hates that truth. When she reappears, she looks dead on her feet and the first time they couldn't do a thing - too surprised to see Damian fuss over someone. After, they learn that she needs distractions so Garfield and Victor organized video game contests and they discover someone who can, in fact, stand up to Cybord. Sometimes the enemy is too much and Rachel comes to meditate with her, her calm a great help for the buzy mind of Marinette. Other times she just sleeps on Damian and they keep quiet (with pictures because they're cute and it's Robin).

Another time, it's their turn to go on mission and Marinette waves them with a smile and hopes of good fortune. And, okay it's a little weird but hey she's nice, let her have that. (And she's French so maybe she had a case of weird translation of a French saying even if she's bilingue). They're weary when they return and Marinette regards them with something grave in her eyes, like she can see more, like she knows somehow. They advert their eyes first, except for Damian who goes to her and she stands on her toes to kiss him on the forehead and there is a weird shimmer. When Kor'i goes to her after him and receives the same treatment, Garfield asks if it's a cult thing of something and Marinette smiles but her eyes are still too deep, too obscure and explains that she can heal them a little, if they want. Raven is the first to accept and the weight on her shoulders is lift a little when Marinette delivers. At the very moment her lips touch her forehead - just beneath her cristal - she knows the healing is not only physical even if it's not really psychological either.

Damian's girlfriend is adorable and hero but she's also magical in a way so very different of what she saw before.

When Marinette's holidays come to an end, she has new friends, knows new people she can trust to have her back, and her smile is much more genuine than two weeks ago. And Damian is teased relentlessly (but also a little enviously, she really is too good for him! Even Raven said it).

(or the AU where the kwamis doesn't exist so Marinette is Magic. I love Tikki and Plagg and all the others but I really love a good kwamiless AU, it's so much magic. So here it is.) (btw it's the DCMAU version of Teen Titans, sometimes in the future, it's the only one I know enough to write about. and I don't even recall how the Judas Contract end so.)

#maribat #daminette #teen titans #dc #damian #marinette #titans #kwamiless AU

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wajjs · 3 years

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prompt part: the taliajaybru continuation of your bb dami fic? where everyone is still soft and nothing hurts (too much) and bruce catches up on how to be with the people he loves?

omegaverse, omega!jay (ft. male breastfeeding - a very short scene at the very beginning)

continuation of this fic

In my darkness I search for you

Breeze comes in through the window that had been closed.

Breeze comes in, makes the curtains flutter, and Jason doesn't look up from where Dami's head is nestled in his arms, face pressed to his chest. He doesn't look up as he strokes the thin hairs on the back of the head, as he smiles down at the expression of pure concentration Damian has while staying latched onto his nipple.

Jason doesn't look up and he doesn't need to, because he knows who is standing in front of him, tense and agitated and—he wonders what kind of thoughts are plaguing that head. What kind of picture does he paint, and how is it being interpreted?

Damian's tiny hands flex on Jason's chest and it makes him laugh.

He also thinks he can hear a single broken sob coming from the pillar of kevlar, weapons and living, breathing anguish.

When he goes back to the manor, he's carrying a small travel bag with diapers, a few onesies, towels, and Damian's favorite toys. It's clear he's not here for a prolonged stay. He also doesn't come back to the family house through the cave in the middle of the night, like a ghost from days past that descends upon everyone present like a curse. Instead, he walks up the steps to the front door and bounces his baby in his arms. And he waits.

Not for long, though. Because there it is Alfred, looking like he always does and if Jason notices new wrinkles, he doesn't say a thing. He smiles, a small, shy thing, and shifts Damian to just one arm, propping him up on his side.

"Hey there, Alfie," Jason says. If there's a pang of nostalgia clanging in between his ribs, he stays quiet about it.

Alfred's eyes are wide open. This is the most caught he's ever looked.

"Master Jason," he gasps, hand shaking around the doorknob. The lack of steadiness becomes even more obvious when the older man's eyes drift until they are focused on the baby.

Jason understands the surprise. But also, it's getting cold and Damian is still getting better from that trip to—

"I apologize," Alfred quickly recomposes himself, stands to the side as he opens the door as far as it goes, "please, master Jason, please come in."

He smiles and steps inside. Familiarity rushes through him. The house seems stuck in time, as always, and he… he's changed so much.

Bruce can't stop looking at him. The man is pale and silent and he looks at Jason and his baby like they are both going to vanish the minute he blinks. Jason doesn't reassure him that this isn't a half-crazed delusion, this isn't a vision, he's here, he's real. No, he makes no attempt at comforting him. Jason knows more than well it would fall upon stubborn ears.

Alfred is the one sitting by his side and smiling as he watches with an avid eye while Damian plays in his baby chair. Well, not his, but the one that's never left the manor, much like everything else that ever entered here. Still sturdy as ever, and Jason sits next to his child and he kisses the soft hairs.

Sometimes he can't believe this is his reality.

"How," Bruce finally asks.

Even with the fireplace lit up, the room drops to sub-zero temperatures.

"I think you're well acquainted with how babies are made, B."

That's not it, though. The three adults present know.

"How did you come back?"

At least they are talking, Jason thinks, and Bruce has yet to force him into completing one medical scan after the other. It's only a matter of time for that, though. Everyone is well aware.

At the end of the day, well into the night, he's sitting by the small table in the kitchen, Damian dozing off in his arms, waiting for the kettle to start whistling. It's late, now. Late enough for Batman to be expected to be seen prowling the city, and yet the man under the cape is here, by Jason's side. Closer, so much closer than before.

"He looks like Talia," Bruce says and the air he exhales as he speaks brushes Jason's cheek.

"I know," with a rogue smile, he turns towards the other, shifts his hold so his intentions are clear. "Do you want to hold him?"

In typical Bruce fashion, the answer he gets is: "Stay."

And there are so many things left to be said. So many silenced truths waiting round the corner for their best moment to strike. Speeches Jason has rehearsed, over and over, in front of a mirror—fueled by fear and pain and anger and… and grief. Things he's thought about in the middle of training around the world with Talia's guidance.

Things that moved to the very back of his priorities when he discovered that he was—

And so he resigns himself to be, for once, the bigger person.

"I'll stay for the night."

Talia's a beauty that escapes definition, elegantly sprawled on the couch, and Jason feels warmth when he sees her the moment he crosses the door. It's as much his instincts telling him that's my alpha as it is him loving her beyond all that. There's a soft noise forming deep within his chest that has Damian reacting as well, and she laughs with such a wonderful melody.

"We missed you," he says as Damian tries to reach out, both arms extended towards her.

"I'm happy to see you doing much better," Talia stands and picks the baby in her arms. He belongs there as much as he belongs in Jason's hold. "I apologize I couldn't help when you needed me."

"Nonsense," Jason huffs a little, his cheeks getting warm, "you help us all the time. We wouldn't—"

She shushes him with a soft kiss on his lips. It makes Jason's blush grow darker, stirs up half asleep needs and wants and…

He exhales shakily, slumping against the nearest wall and letting the bag fall to the floor. Talia's eyes shine with a new light, one he's seen quite a few times before. They both know what this means.

"I shouldn't," he swallows, runs his hand over his forehead to push his hair out of his face, "I shouldn't go through one so soon, right?"

"You've been with him," her words are not reprimanding. They never are, when she gets it so well, "you've been around him more and more, lately. There are even rumors going around in high society circles. Gossip."

"But," looking at her face, taking in her expression, he shakes again, bites his fist because he needs a distraction. It's not happening just yet, but it's coming. The one thing he did not miss at all. "That… that couldn't be it…"

Talia smiles. She steps closer to him so she can kiss him again. "You've always loved him, dearest."

Jason's knees get a little weaker. He tries not to cry.

"I love you," he says. Desperation adds weight to his voice.

"I know you do," cradling Damian in her arms, she brushes his cheek with her lips, feels his exhale close to her ear, "and I love you, too, dearest."

What Talia doesn't have to say out loud, because he gets it, is: worry not. I'll find a solution.

The ridiculous thought of he's too big for this room keeps repeating itself, like a blinking neon billboard, inside Jason's head. Over and over, till words lose meaning and—

His breath hitches high in his throat and Bruce, god, Bruce Bruce Bruce, he gives him a twitch of his lips that passes for reassurance, an almost smile that Jason used to live for. He's different now, he's grown, he's, he… Talia is right, and Jason looks for her, sees her sitting by the edge of the bed, right next to him. He feels exposed, vulnerable in ways he hates, but he's safe. He's the safest he can be, here, with them paying attention to him.

"Jason," Bruce's voice is soft yet commanding and their eyes meet again. "I can leave if you—"

"No," he says too quickly, reaching out, sitting up on the bed so he can hold onto the other's clothes, "no, don't."

"Beloved," Talia scolds Bruce from behind Jason's shoulders. She's the one pushing him back down onto the mattress, the one massaging away the lines of tension taking over. "Don't tease him like this. Surely you know he's been waiting for you all this time."

Forced into view, being made to be seen, Jason gulps, closes his eyes so he doesn't get to see whatever expression is forming on Bruce's face. He's. He's embarrassed but there is warmth simmering low and insistent in his gut, warmth that gets stronger the more he's made to wait. All the scents, the smell of alpha, they are all making him dizzy, making him want. And he's achingly empty. Why aren't they…?

"I'm sorry, Jason," Bruce whispers and Jason gasps, there's the dip in the mattress, the line of heat of a body broad and big like his own laying on top of him.

Then, then there are the touches. The softest drag of fingertips over his cheek, the line of his jaw, the dip of his collarbones.

"I didn't mean to make you wait so long."

When he blinks and looks at them, at Talia, at Bruce, he's both lost and found. He needs. Legs falling open in the most natural of invitations, he bares his neck, presents himself, shivers and swallows back breathless gasps that betray just how much he craves. Like this, in the cradle of their embrace, like this Jason doesn't have to think of his fears, his anger, the wounds that never heal.

With Bruce on top of him, shedding their clothes, with Talia's fingers in his hair, with all this thorough attention, Jason doesn't have to think about all that he's lost or given up.

Like this, for this moment, he can pretend.

In the peak of winter, bundled up in worn out sweaters, cheeks red and an easy smile on his face, Jason sits on a cushion on the floor, watching as Damian plays next to him. He's giggling, babbling, round and soft and so happy, it's like there are actual stars in his eyes. The two of them paint the most incredible and magical of pictures. An allegory of second chances and new beginnings, of love, of dedication. Of loyalty.

Talia stands by the door, she's always looking, always from a certain distance, like someone who's always protecting. And there is much to protect, here. Much to keep safe.

Bruce stops by her side and his eyes follow the line of her sight. The smile that he gives, it's the most natural smile he's shown in years.

"You saved him," Bruce speaks barely above a whisper.

"Beloved," Talia sighs, leans into his side like all three of them are indeed normal people, like this arrangement won't bring problems, like they get to have a chance at a normal life, "I didn't do anything. He actually saved all three of us."

#jaytalia #brujay #taliajaybru #talia al ghul #jason todd #bruce wayne #omega jason todd #blob writes #blob's prompt party #the very last one!#setsailslash

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shmowlwrites · 5 years

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The Tattoos of Fate

Tattoo Soulmate AU where your and your soulmate's spirit animals are on your skin. Yours moves freely across your skin with your soulmate's will be stuck in one place before you start getting close to your soulmate. Then, it will move to your fingers and guide you. Once you've met, both creatures will move freely.

Oneshot, might do a follow up if y'all want

Maribat, @ozmav the great's ship

Marinette had interesting soulmate tattoos. Normally, people would have creatures that complimented each other or were the same species.

She had a ladybug. It would crawl were it pleased, mostly hiding out of sight, as if it were shy. Its favorite place was her shoulder. It was an interesting little bug.

Now, her soulmate's, however, was strange. It was a robin. It was all splayed out and frozen on the back of her hand. It's head was turned so that an eye was always looking at her. It was unnerving.

What was also unnerving was how their spirit animals were predator and prey.

Marinette had long since gotten over it, only finding the position of the robin the strange thing.

She was eleven, in the middle of class when her heart felt like it shattered into pieces and the robin contorted painfully. It wasn't fair how while she felt like she was dying that her skin tickled as her ladybug scrambled to her hand.

It wasn't fair that her ladybug got to mourn her robin when all Marinette got was getting sent home.

Marinette was quiet as she watched the robin slowly splay back out, but the eye was closed now.

Marinette was traumatized as she watched it fade over the next week.

Her soulmate was dead.

Chloe was there. Chloe was nice enough to not bring up soulmates even though she knew it was a button. Chloe was nice enough to give Marinette a sense of normalcy while everyone gave her pitying looks.

Depressing, wasn't it? Your bully is what you hope others give you.

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Marinette was thirteen. She had just finished Stoneheart and had landed back in school. She wore gloves because she was tired of the stares.

She was breathless as she walked back to class. Her dominant hand itched so heavily. She felt her ladybug tickle her as it scrambled down her arm.

Marinette was scared to peel her glove off. But she couldn't breathe and her hand was burning-

Marinette had only just pulled the glove off of her hand as she passed through her classroom door. She collapsed on the floor right there as she watched the ink spill back into the robin.

Tears threatened her eyes as she watched the ladybug poke the robin for the first time in two years. The robin shifted comfortably before opening its visible eye.

Marinette was an incomprehensible mess as she bawled in the front of her entire class on the second day of the school year.

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Marinette accepts the umbrella, but returns it the day after, crush free. She has a soulmate. Back from the dead, sure, but she decides to stomp any feelings for anyone. Besides, she sees the snake coiled around his wrist and decides to stay away.

She keeps the gloves, mainly because it's a habit now. Partly because she's scared to look at it and see it pale again.

Ladybug doesn't humour Chat Noir's flirting, not when she's seen a few jellyfish strings poke out from under his collar. He's not her soulmate, no matter his persistence.

It's a professional relationship that she's happy to have fun with- if her partner wouldn't see it as her leading him on.

She sours quickly when he pouts. She sneers when she learns that he threatened giving up his Miraculous because she wasn't handing out her very limited knowledge. She demands for a new test. A proper test, when she learns how pathetic his test was. She demands proper tests for both of them when she realizes how dumb hers was too.

She passes it with flying colors.

Chat Noir hardly noticed and was ignorant unless it was an immediate issue.

Chat Noir disappears and a blond bee comes in. The two thrive on each other. Their insect spirit animals like to say hello and hang out on their ears when nearby. The two joke that it's a sign that they were meant to be platonic soulmates.

A year passes and Marinette celebrates the anniversary of her soulmate being alive alone.

Lila.

The girl had lied and lied and Adrien thought that Marinette had a crush on him and thought that he could use it to make her quiet. Marinette, ever a people pleaser, had stayed quiet for a little bit. But that only gave Lila time to sink her teeth in and for Adrien to be swayed.

Lila had crowed about meeting her soulmate but his animal was so shy that she couldn't show them. So she showed off her cobra instead.

Marinette remembers vividly watching Adrien grasp his wrist, where a snake once was. Where mass amounts of bracelets now covered the area.

Marinette remembers vividly Lila asking about other's soulmates- courtesy, of course. Lila would never intentionally draw attention away from herself.

Chloe hadn't meet hers yet, but she had a honey bee that moved from finger to finger and a bore bee that represented her.

Sabrina had a pretty King Charles that happily poked its head out before going back to sleep on her abdomen. A cat slinked across her arms and she refused to say who.

Alix and Kim shared the monkey and rabbit, but they already swore to each other that their bond was platonic, a congratulated choice.

Nathanial revealed his rooster and the hen on his hands, pecking at a certain finger. He was always afraid of meeting his soulmate, but he didn't say that to them.

Juleka and Rose happily showed off their tiger and pig. They always seemed fit for each other.

Mylene and Ivan revealed the ox and mouse, and for once Ivan let others kid about his size and his spirit animal.

Nino and Alya revealed their raven and turtle. They never noticed movement until Ladybug had shoved them together that they noticed their animals gravitate towards the other.

The attention turned to Marinette. The eyes found her gloves. Everyone knew something happened with her soulmate, but only Chloe remembered the first time Marinette broke because of them. Only Chloe remembered that Marinette's soulmate already died.

"Oh, Marinette! You should've said something! I didn't want you to be… Ah… Uncomfortable," Lila blinked innocently. "If you don't mind, though…"

"Oh, shut up!" Chloe rolled her eyes. "Marinette's soulmate died, don't be so utterly, ridiculously, insensitive."

"Chloe!" Alya scathingly gasped.

"No, it's alright," Marinette sighed. "I don't know what's happening, but my soulmate did die, back when I was eleven. But for some reason-" she took off the glove, "the robin came back at the beginning of the school year."

Lila blinked a few times before cocking an eyebrow. "Marinette…" she began softly, as if she was talking to a baby, "people don't come back from the dead."

And that made everyone think the gloves and the breakdown and any moment she had about losing her gloves, they thought it was so she could have attention and pity.

Marinette could very well prove that her robin had been pale. Dead. But Lila would find a way. So she dropped it with a last retort.

"Who in their right mind would fake the death of their soulmate?"

It made some waver in their rage, but most forgot. Not Chloe. Not the girl who had seen the darkest day of Marinette's life. Not the girl who happily tore down the girl who had everything and had backed off majorly after that day.

But Marinette was alone today. So she kissed her robin and took him around Paris as if the robin hadn't already been exposed to most of the city while she was Ladybug.

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Chloe was the only thing Marinette could consider a friend the next school year. Both lost their best friends and acted too late. So they turned to each other.

The visit to Gotham only pulled them closer. Chloe was a loud complainer, giving the late Marinette time to rush to the group. Chloe had issues with being late and normally woke up an hour early and forced Marinette to wake up and get ready with her. Any lateness on her part was due to not finding her items in the storm that is Chloe.

The visit to Gotham got her robin to flutter and explore her fingers. The visit to Wayne Enterprises set her robin fluttering everywhere. Chloe was the one to notice.

They had stopped for a moment, watching as the robin paused and settled on her dominant hand's rightmost finger. Pointing away from the group.

Dick Grayson saw the robin and ladybug under her collar. He knew. But he couldn't interrupt without an emergency, so he painfully called them back over.

The girls reluctantly followed.

A free day had been given to them and the two had gone off to a fabric store so that Marinette could make varsity jackets. Chloe, of course, spent forever helping Marinette pick out fabric for hers.

They left at the darker hours. Marinette's robin was hopping on her hand until she rose it, there it tried flying straight up on her middle finger. There, she saw figures jumping across the street from the rooftops.

Chloe wanted her to follow. Marinette wanted to go the hotel before anything happened to them.

...When your friend is stubborn, don’t give them a chance to do as they please. Do what Marinette did not do, and drag them home. Don’t do what Marinette did, and get dragged along.

Because you would be saved of the fate of being circled by three thugs and no place to run.

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Damian never knew he had a soulmate mark. He knew he had a robin that represented him, but he never saw the other creature. So he got acquainted with the cheery robin. It liked to rest on his hand or his shoulder and puff its chest out.

It wasn't until after he died and came back and was changing with Dick that he found where his soulmate's creature had been hiding. It was a little ladybug, hiding between his shoulder blades, on his spine.

He's never seen the ladybug move to guide him to his soulmate.

Until yesterday.

He was bringing in some paperwork that Tim had forgotten. Tim had raised an eyebrow at his hands before thanking him and turning away. Confused, Damian checked his hands once he was out of sight. Lo and behold, the ladybug was pushing on his leftmost finger. It… tickled, compared to the robin's feeling of cold air.

His soulmate was nearby. Was he ready to meet them? Was he prepared to meet them?

Damian had turned away, a weed of an emotion picking at his head.

Later, during patrol, he felt the ladybug moving this time. He felt its frantic pushing. Growling, he decided he'd at least look at them, if it'll ease the stupid ladybug.

He was glad he did, when he saw two girls surrounded by petty criminals. He dropped down in for combat at the same time the noirette shot a hand out to the nearest man's throat while pushing the blonde and all their items behind her.

He quickly jumped into battle, pulling one away so that the girl could handle a one on one situation rather than a two on one. Finished, he turned to notice the noirette digging through her bag while the blonde was pulling a rope out.

"What are you doing?" He asked, genuinely curious.

Three blonde looked to the noirette before turning back to one of the unconscious men.

"Sorry," the noirette giggled nervously. "We're used to having to deal with… criminals and tying them up and leaving them." French. Huh, he wondered what city that was.

"That's… Interesting. I can take them to the police. Where were you two headed?" Robin asks, popping out handcuffs from one of her utility belt's pockets.

The noirette gave a hotel's name.

"French tourists?" He asks once he had called Batman about the thugs.

"Yes," the noirette nodded. "I'm Marinette, this is Chloe. She can only say yes and no." She giggled and Chloe rattled in French about how she shouldn't be talking bad about her.

"I think tonight has demonstrated how Gotham isn't safe at night. Once the police have come, would you mind if I walked you back to your hotel?" He smirked. "I don't want to have to save you both again."

That got a chuckle out of Marinette and she repeated what he had said to Chloe. She was… Easy. Comforting. Was this his soulmate? He didn't dare take his glove off right now, so instead he looked at her. He saw the robin on her hand, comfortably tucking its head into its wing.

His face softened. Marinette.

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Marinette didn't notice the Robin having free will until she and Chloe were back in their hotel room. Chloe noticed first before happily crowing about his fitting it was that she ended up with a hero.

Marinette didn't know how to feel about it. How quaint, a hero and a hero. But she didn't know if she could approach Robin again about the marks. She didn't even know if she could find Robin again without becoming Ladybug. Could she even ask him for his identity? God, this was messed up.

Marinette fell asleep watching the ladybug and robin happily play with each other.

#maribat #daminette #tattoo soulmates

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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just wondering who your fav characters are and like your top fav things about them 🥰 i'm an aspiring writer and i like the way your write your characters

ahhh thank you! also you (and any other new writers!) should tag me in your stuff and i'll hype it up!!! i love seeing new writing and my fluff ass will 🥺 at any cliche period!

my fav characters... that's so hard erm okay here are my thoughts:

tim drake: i mean it says it in the user. i like to portray him as kind of shy and dorky (my homies know i'm a simp for dork boys you'll see in my favs) but insanely loving and honest. i find tim drake refreshing and often use him as a character to pull the truth out of others because he is so observant, kind, and understanding but simutainiously often cant say how he specifically feels! i like putting him in social situations and playing with his reactions and we cannot forget his caffine addiction and sleep deprivation for adorable moments. also i mean god damn he's hot af and i stan timkon for clear skin!

damian wayne: i know some people really don't like him but i think there's a lot of room for character growth that WE AS FANFIC WRITERS THAT ARENT ILLERATE ASSHOLE DC WRITERS can add that makes him loveable and soft clashing against his rugged facade. Unlike Tim he uses honesty as snark and sometimes cruelty which makes me love writing the little asshole. I think damian has clear interests in acting, animals, literature, and other ~tasteful~ activities which makes him fun to write for! also damijon/jondami gives me so so so much seratonin

gar logan: i love this boi! as a 2000s teen titans stan he has a special place in my heart and i loved his confidence in young justice season 3! I like portraying him as a little less of a flirt than wally/bart but still goofy, constantly trying to make you laugh! I think bb is the easiest to portray in the media because we see him do so in the comics/shows so i think it's fun to play into him taking the reader on tv or posting tik toks that make you famous and whatnot. i like that he's so happy and upbeat but will go angy tiger mode when his loved ones are in danger!

bart mf allen: idk why because he's so not my type but i'm madly in love with him. i think he carries such a heavy load knowing the impending doom of the future and his own existence that he covers it up in adorable humor and goofy one liners. i like that he's childish to an extent and he's a perfect character for the "he's funny and outgoing on the outside but with you he's soft and honest" and i eat that shit up. sometime soon i want to write a 2000s TT kid flash/jinx relationship style because they're my all time favorite but idk we will see!

stephanie brown: i think she's hilarious and often forgotten and i love to use her in shorts/moments where someone needs to progress the plot because she gets shit done! i think of her as the first to call out her brothers on their bullshit while also defend them with her life if anyone so much as misplaced a hair on their body. she's fiercely fun and can be written with humor based on how random she is. she's also my favorite character to tell bruce to shut up she's just a queen i love her!

raven: again tt 2000s there is nothing better i'm fr. don't @ me with the titans tv show raven she's not my fav. i've never written for her on tumblr but her story and lifestyle are fascinating and i think my inner dark and twisty soul wants to emulate raven's collected demeanor! if anyone writes for her lmk cuz i'd love to read it!

those are my current favs! don't get me wrong jason todd makes my heart flutter and if dick smiled at me i would pass out and that doesn't mean i dislike writing for them! i'll write anything once so send in whomever you'd like and i'll give it a try! thank you to the anon this was rly rly fun i love answering your questions!

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peterxwade24 · 4 years

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BWYD Chapter 8

How Marinette and Damian Acquired Their Pets

Bruce sat in his office, looking at apartment listings in Paris, when the door to his office was flung open and several heads of black hair flew into the room. Several voices spoke, trying to be heard over each other. He closed his laptop and pinched the bridge of his nose. “One at a time.” He sighed and looked at the boys. “Please.”

“Tiny Bat thought it’d be a good idea to practice flying-” Dick began.

“But, Pixie Pop got stuck-” Jason interrupted.

“And it’s all Grayson and Todd’s fault.” Damian finished, shooting a glare at his two older brothers. “Drake and Thomas are trying to coax her down but she won’t look down.”

Bruce’s eyes had blown wide and looked from Dick to Jason to Damian before he shot up out of his seat. He, followed by his three sons, ran out of the office and towards the cave. He took the stairs three at a time, pushing himself to go faster with every step.

“Mon Chou!” He called as soon as he caught sight of the red of her suit. He ran to stand underneath her form, his arms extended. “Mon Chou, you’ll be okay. Trust me.”

Marinette, her eyes catching sight of Bruce’s and never wavering from there, let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and let go, trusting him to catch her. She relaxed while she plummeted from the high roof of the ceiling into his waiting arms, until at the last second when she flexed her wings and fluttered down to him. A giant smile blossomed on her face as a giggle fell from her lips. “Hi Ubaba.”

Bruce pressed a kiss to her forehead and looked at his sons. “That’s how it’s done.” He looked over Marinette (her suit being comprised of an oversized dark red long-sleeved top tucked into black and dark red striped cargo pants over black combat boots, a black and dark red reversible hooded cape hanging from her shoulders, a dark red and black spotted domino mask concealing her identity covering her face from the tip of her nose to her hairline, with her hair (usually styled in a braid of some sort) pulled back into a low bun in order to allow her to easily pull her hood up) and smiled. “Okay Mon Chou. What have we told you?”

Marinette flushed, her translucent wings folding back underneath her cape and out of the way, before speaking. “Not to try flying unless it’s around Oiseau bleu’s gymnastic equipment.” She looked up at Bruce, the eye lenses shining with the same blue of her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. Just be more careful next time.” He looked over the six children in the cave before his eyes lit up. “Family meeting in my office. Whoever makes it to the office the fastest and the safest gets to pick what we’re having tonight for supper.”

All six of the kids took off, Marinette dropping her transformation after she’d reached the stairs, and Bruce shook his head at the antics of his children. He took the secret elevator back to his office and sat down in his plush office chair.

Tim and Duke ran into the office in unison, followed closely by Jason carrying Damian and Marinette with Dick bringing up the rear. Tim and Duke high-fived before turning to Bruce with matching smiles.

“What’s the meeting about?” Tim asked, plopping down into one of the chairs across from the desk.

Bruce looked over his family, his eyes counting, before turning to Marinette. “Mon Chou, can you go get Colin?”

Marinette nodded, passing Tikki a cookie before striding over to the window and pushing it open. “Tikki, spots on,” Marinette whispered and with that done she dove out of the window and flew off.

Marinette returned a few minutes later, Colin with his arms wrapped around Marinette’s neck and his face pressed into her cape, and set him down on the hard floor of the office.

Colin looked around the room. “So, as nice as that was. Why was I summoned?”

Bruce smiled at the children before turning his laptop around to let them see what was on his screen. “So,” he looked over the children, his youngest just shy of thirteen years old and his oldest thirty-one years old but still behaving like he was twelve, “who wants to go to Paris?”

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Marinette looked around her room, a frown on her face, before she strode to the bathroom door. She walked through the bathroom and through the door to her brother’s room, where she threw herself onto his bed. “How can you decide what to bring?”

Damian looked at her over his shoulder and shrugged. “Just decide what you can’t live without. We’ll come back home every so often.”

Marinette nodded before a mischievous smile spread across her face. “You wanna go raid Jason and Dick’s rooms?”

Damian dropped the shirt in his hands before grabbing Marinette’s and the two ran from his room towards their oldest brothers’ rooms. They two broke apart, Damian going into Jason’s room while Marinette went into Dick’s. The two emerged, five minutes later, with four or five shirts tucked under their arms before they went into the other room and repeated the process. The two siblings, laden down with eight or ten shirts or hoodies each, ran to Damian’s room with mischievous smiles on their faces and chuckles streaming behind them. They collapsed onto Damian’s bed, the shirts and hoodies surrounding them.

“Okay. So, what did you take from Todd?” Damian inquired, his green eyes boring into Marientte’s blue eyes. “Huh?”

Marinette smiled a smile full of teeth, showing how happy she was. “His two favourite hoodies, one of his older shirts that smells like him, the hoodie he stole from Ubaba and one of his favourite shirts to steal from Ubaba.” She pursed her lips and looked at him. “You?”

Damian’s face broke out in a smirk. “All of his shirts from Alfred and all of Grayson’s hoodies from Alfred. What’d you take from Grayson?”

Marinette giggled. “I snatched the ones he snatched from Ubaba and the super soft hoodies.”

He held his hand up, “high five?”

Marinette high fived Damian before Alfred the cat jumped onto her abdomen. She let out a breath of air and laughed. “Are you going to bring any of your pets with us?”

Damian turned to lay on his side before he scratched Alfred behind the ears. “Probably Alfred and Titus. Goliath doesn’t really like people and Batcow likes the part of the cave she lives in. Do you wanna get some pets to take with you?”

Marinette shot up, earning a hiss from Alfred the cat who slunk away to lay in a stream of sunlight, and turned to look at Damian. “Can we go and bug Ubaba to take us to the shelter?’

Damian grabbed her hand after he sat up and dragged her through the manor. “Father! Father!”

“Ubaba!!” Marinette called, easily keeping pace with her older brother, her hair flowing behind them and acting much like her cape. She smiled and tumbled into Damian when he suddenly stopped, drawing a laugh from her brother.

“Can you stay on your feet for five minutes?” Damian laughed and pulled her back to her feet before he looked up at Bruce. “Father. We demand you take us to the shelter.”

“Please?” Marinette pouted up at Bruce, her cheeks flushed.

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Marinette, Colin and Damian wandered around the shelter, Damian leading the two around and pointing out the more desirable pets. Colin let out a gasp and ran towards a single cage with a solitary dog within. He fell to his knees before the cage and held out his hand. Marinette and Damian followed at a much slower pace, appearing behind him and Marinette fell to her knees beside Colin.

In the cage was a single grey-silver labrador retriever puppy. The puppy’s eyes met Colin’s and Colin waited with baited breath for the puppy to come towards him. The puppy’s blue eyes looked over the three teens before stopping on Colin and letting out a happy yip.

Colin’s eyes widened and he let out a happy gasp. “This one. I want this one.”

Marinette smiled and nodded. “Okay. Ubaba!” She waved down Bruce and gestured wildly towards the cage in front of them. “Colin says this one!”

Bruce came over with the shelter worker, “this is the one?”

Colin nodded, not looking away from the puppy. “The one.”

The shelter worker nodded before they opened the cage, the puppy running out of the cage and into Colin’s waiting arms.

They all continued to roam the shelter before Colin spotted a tortoiseshell cat. He smiled at the cat and looked at Bruce. “This one.”

The shelter worker collected the cat and they continued walking. Marinette blocked out Damian’s words as she continued walking, no Damian she isn’t going to get a female Great Dane so they can have little Great Danes running around, before she comes to a stop in front of a cage.

The dog within the cage had a reverse brindle coat and the biggest, saddest brown eyes Marinette had ever seen. The dog was stocky in build and its ears were pinned back against its head. Marinette’s eyes widened and she crouched down in front of the cage, holding out her hand to the poor dog.

Damian scoffed but held his tongue, knowing that his sister would bond with a rabid hyena (and has (accidentally)) and would glare at him if he said anything. Colin crouched beside Marinette, a smile on his face. “He seems sweet.”

Marinette nodded as the dog, an American Pit Bull Terrier, hesitantly nudged her hand before giving her fingers a lick. She giggled and scratched the dog behind its ears. “Ubaba.” She turned to find her Ubaba standing next to a fear stricken shelter worker, the tortoiseshell cat held securely in his arms while the worker’s hand were clenched in front of their chest. “I want this one.”

Bruce nodded before turning to the worker next to him. “Will that be a problem?” His lips were pulled back in a tight smile but his voice came out icily.

“Are you sure?” The worker asked, narrowing their eyes at the dog. “It was a fighting dog. Are you sure that’s the one you want?” Their voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” Marinette appeared at the worker’s elbow, her blue eyes boring into the worker’s skull. “Why wouldn’t I?” Her voice was soft and giving the worker an out, “what’s wrong with him? He’s gentle and beautiful and was so afraid I would hit him that he cowered away when I approached him.” Her voice grew hard and she glared at the worker before turning away and opening the cage to let the dog out. Her heart broke when she saw how thin he was and his docked tail before she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Marinette turned to look for a cat and stopped in front of an albino Maine Coon. She waggled her fingers in front of the cat and smiled when the cat bit her fingers. “Ubaba! Look! It’s Damian as a cat!”

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Marinette walked out of the shelter, Oberon, her American Pit Bull Terrier, in front of her and Houdini, her Maine Coon, held in her arms. Colin followed Marinette with Gypsy, his silver Labrador Retriever, happily barking at everything from Colin’s arms while Rayas, his tortoiseshell cat, was wrapped around his shoulders. Damian brought up the rear with Bruce, glaring at the shelter worker as they walked out. They had a long night of packing ahead of them and like Hell were they about to let some bigot bring down Marinette.

@dast218 @toodaloo-kangaroo @amayakans @crazylittlemunchkin @marinettepotterandplagg

#maribat #mlb x dc #ml x dc #ml crossover #mlb crossover #pets #protective dad!Bruce Wayne #protective brother!Damian Wayne #bruce wayne's youngest daughter

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lovecinnatwist · 5 years

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Cute RomCom Meeting - JayDick Flashfic

Dick feels confident when he walks into the quaint cafe. He looks good, he knows he does. He had gotten the seal of approval from both Tam and Tim. His outfit casual but showing off his fit figure.

Blue eyes look over the room quickly. Trying to secretly find the person he's meeting. His gaze finally catches sight of a leather jacket. Making his breath hitch.

The guy is gorgeous. Actually scratch that he's beyond gorgeous. He's Godly. Dick walks to the bathroom, checking his appearance again. Suddenly feeling under done in the tight white jeans, a blue button down and black shoes. Musing up his hair he takes a deep breath. Summoning all the courage and confidence 'Brucie' Wayne put into him as a child.

He could do this- blind date here he comes.

After giving the mirror a wink Dick sashays out and over to the table. He takes a seat. Fluttering his eyelashes as he places down his phone, keys and wallet.

" Sorry- am I late? Were you waiting long? "

The man in front of him straightens. When he looks up. Dick stares into the most beautiful pair of seafoam eyes he's ever seen. This close he can really appreciate the man's features. Plump pink lips, straight white teeth, goofy smile and high cheekbones with a jawline that Chip and Dale would kill for. He's almost drooling.

" No- I just got here. "

The man is shy. His gaze dropping down to the menu. Hands slightly fidgeting. He was cute. The leather jacket fit him well.

" When you said the hottest guy in leather I must admit I thought you were being conceited. Now though I see that it's definitely an accurate statement. "

The man gives him a funny look. Before he can speak however the waitress sweeps in to get their orders. Dick settles on a smoothie. While Redhood_670 orders an iced tea.

" Oh shoot where are my manners. I'm Dick- Dick Grayson. "

He offers a hand which the man readily accepts.

" Jason, Jason Todd. "

Even his name was dreamy.

" Jason, nice- guess that means I can fantasize about Jason Mamoa sometimes without worrying about a name slip. "

He fixes Jason with one of his killer smiles. The man sputters cheeks flush. Dick wants to coo at him. He didn't expect the man to be so shy, especially after their Rated R IMs. Still it's something Dick finds incredibly charming.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he hears the cafe door ring.

" you're pretty forward aren't you? "

It seems once the embarrassment fades away Jason can give as good as he gets. He raises an eyebrow. When he does Dick's eyes get drawn to the piercing there.

" I prefer the term shameless actually."

Jason laughs and Dick's heart tightens in his chest. For a moment he look ethereal and perfect. The sun from the streets making his features glow. From the smile lines and dimples to the crinkles of his eyes. Dick wishes he had his phone out to snap a picture.

It would probably be rude on a first date though.

Dick's phone buzzes. Apologetically he checks the message quickly.

Redhood_670: I'm here. Are you on your way?

Dick's eyebrows wrinkle. He looks at Jason then back at his phone.

" I'm sorry just a moment ".

Dick types a response quickly. Cheeks turning pink under Jason's gaze.

Night_Wing52: What are you wearing?

Redhood_670 is typing…

Redhood_670: black leather jacket, ripped jeans, white undershirt and choker.

Fuck.

Jason was wearing a brown leather jacket, black undershirt and casual cargo pants. No choker in sight. Well wasn't this awkward.

" Uh- well it seems there's been a misunderstanding. "

Amusement colors Jason's expression.

"Figured as much. Blind date? "

Dick nods, suppressing his urge to bang his head on the table. Of course he wasn't the right person. Studs like Jason didn't need to use dating apps to get laid.

Blue green eyes discretely scan the room. A moment later he's gesturing to the corner.

Dick peeks over his shoulder and groans. There's an anxious gentleman in the booth. He's shorter than Jason and Dick. With ashy blonde hair and brown eyes. He's cute but next to Jason he might as well be a potato.

Looking back at Jason, the man looks curious . Expression clearly asking ' watcha gonna do? '

Going back to his phone Dick types furiously. Sending a message into the open app.

Nightwing_52: Something came up sorry. Msg you when i'm free again.

Redhood_670 is typing…

Redhood_670: Bummer babe. : (

Dick doesn't watch for his expression. He doesn't have to because Jason decides to narrate it.

" aw Dickie he looks heart broken. "

The teasing way the man speaks has Dick's heart picking up again.

" Can't blame him though. You're definitely worth being heartbroken over. "

They smile at each other. The waitress coming back over with their drinks. Yea, he definitely made the right decision.

3 months later.

" So how did you two meet? "

They're at the manor having tea. Bruce is sitting in the leather arm chair. Tim in the love seat, while he and Jason share the couch. Damian took Titus for a walk half an hour ago.

Jason flashes a grin making Dick groan.

" Well Dickie here confused me for his Grindr hookup and made the executive decision to upgrade. "

" Jason-"

Dick's face burns in embarrassment. Jason loves telling this God awful story. Even though it's the most humiliating thing in the world.

After their accidental date. He met up with Redhood_670 a few days later and it went horribly. Not that it was the guys fault. Dick was just head over heels for Jason already.

Tim laughs out loud. " Sounds like something out of a romcom."

Jason's eyes light up. " I told him that. I'm the 'misunderstood bad boy with rock hard abs ' and he's the ' ditzy heiress who falls in love at first sight.' "

Tim and Jason laugh.

" It was love at first sight for you too asshole. " Dick hisses. Hiding his burning face into his boyfriend's shoulder.

Jason gives him a dorky grin and Dick can't help but forgive him immediately. He could never stay mad at Jay for long.

" What can I say baby? You're irresistible. "

There it was again. That warm feeling Jay carefully grew in his heart. It's so lovely Dick feels his toes curling in his boots.

Looking over privately. He judges his father's expression. Bruce scrunching his nose down at his tea cup.

"What's Grindr?"

Jason snorts while Tim howls with laughter.

Could this be more embarrassing?

*Thanks for reading! This was a really fun prompt to do.

Feel free to check out more of my fics if you liked this one!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/CinnaTwist/pseuds/CinnaTwist

#jaydick-flashfic #jaydick #jaydick-flashfic: romcom meet cute #Jason Todd #dick grayson #red hood #nightwing #fanfiction #prompt #ficlets

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prettylittlebrownskingyal · 5 years

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We Protect Each Other ✨

Damian Wayne X Reader

Request: #3 "stop looking at me like that" from the best friends to lovers with Damian, pretty please? You write him so well!

Note: Thanks for the request angel!! (Btw this is my second time writing this because my computer hates me. So I apologize if it isn’t as satisfactory as I wanted it to be.)

Warnings: none 🥀

You were warm under the blankets Alfred had draped over you. Sleep hazed your vision as the combination of the crackling fire and the patter of raindrops against the window soothed you into repose.

Being tucked up into Damian’s bed was something you always imagined under different circumstances. Usually, ones that involved more movement and less clothing and bit-back curses but for an entirely different reason. You twist under the thick wool and swear as searing pain lances up your left leg.

You shifted your head to the right slightly and find him staring up at you. His sea-green eyes were awash with emotion as his chin lay flat against the mattress. The guilty frown that tainted his face made your stomach twist uncomfortably. You couldn’t help but feel responsible for putting it there and for the internal monologue you knew he was placating himself with.

You don’t shy away from his gaze. His intensity had become something you usually expected, but under the circumstances, the concern written all over his face needled you with annoyance.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you spit, your voice sounding rough even to your own ears.

“Like what?” he returned your tone with a sharp biting snap that made the anger flare up inside you.

“Like this was your fault. Me, nearly breaking my ass was my fault, because I’m clumsy. You’ve always known that.”

His glare softened. “It was my fault too. If I had just…I should have…” his voice trailed off. He slapped his palms flat against the sheets and pushed himself off the floor, stalking around the bed. He gently lowered himself next to you with a drawn-out sigh. “If my reaction time had been better, I would have caught you.”

He sounded small and pathetic and the guilt that lived in your stomach began to crawl up your throat.

“Damian, you don’t know that.”

“It doesn’t matter, TT. I’m supposed to protect you,” he threw his hands up in the air, “And I hate seeing you like this.”

“Hey, we protect each other.”

“I still hate seeing you like this,” he repeats.

“Oh shut up would you?”

You moved to sit up and shift closer to him. His hand automatically went around you, gently moving you until you were comfortably reclined against him. Your back against his broad chest.

In such close proximity, the heat of the fire paled in comparison to the warmth of his body and your brain suddenly reminded you that you were indeed in his bed with a lick of desire that danced up your spine. You quickly pushed the thought away.

You could feel him sighing forlornly into your hair; thoughts of guilt raced through his mind so loudly that you could almost hear them. Keen on providing a distraction, you tugged his palms into your own, his long, nimble fingers dwarfing yours.

Damian didn’t say a word. He compliantly sat still as you manoeuvred his fingers, twining them into your own until his thumb brushed the side of your index finger.

“One,” you whispered with a gentle rap against his knuckles. “Two, three, four. I declare a thumb war.”

A startled huff of his amusement fluttered against your cheek.

“This is a lost cause. I’m better. I’ll win.”

You knew that, but you had successfully distracted him from his placating thoughts and that was a marvellous victory in your opinion.

After his win in the first game, he lets you defeat him in the second. As you turned your head towards him, a snarky comment bubbling in your mouth, his nose brushed ever so slightly against yours. The words died on your tongue as you both sat frozen, eyes glued to each other's lips.

Thunder cracked outside, loud and raucous. You were only separated by a few centimetres. The flash of lightning that followed was not unexpected, it was almost as if it happened in the room with you as he leaned in ever so slightly, his mouth ghosting against yours. The rains picked up, heavy and pounding against the rafters. Finally, he sealed your lips together.

Kissing him felt like two difficult puzzle pieces fitting into place. A tug in your gut told you it was meant to happen. It was like finally living. Kissing him made the whole world feel alive alive alive.

As you pulled away with one last nip at his bottom lip, the corners of his mouth slid upwards.

“You really are quite clumsy. I’m not sure how I’m going to protect you from walking into your own demise.”

#damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul #damian wayne #damian wayne imagine #lilbrowngyal writes #requests #anons #fluff #angst

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cinnamon-crush · 5 years

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rosy cheeks - damian wayne

prompt: “It is incredible you haven’t died yet.” with Damian Wayne

from this prompt list

a/n: this gave off such damian vibe, i just had to write it. also, first post! woohoo!! this is like my first time ever writing a fanfic, pls be gentle :’)

reader has no defined gender!! if i made any mistakes feel free to correct me.

“It is incredible you haven’t died yet,” Damian sniffs as he scolds you, his nose stuck up in the air as he stands at your bedside. He tries to appear intimidating when he reprimands you, but it’s hard to take him seriously when he looks like a puffed out kitten. He’s also a full head shorter than you, which you tease him mercilessly about.

“Yeah, I know right? I must be super lucky Dami,” You grin widely back at him, unperturbed by your current condition. Alfred had confined you to bedrest, but you were probably going to somehow get yourself hurt again.

Damian huffs at your nonchalant behavior, his face set into its customary frown. He acts like he hates the You wink at him, and he desperately tries to ignore the warmth blooming on his face. Your smile widens as his green eyes flicker away. Who knew the great Damian Wayne could get ever get uncomfortable?

Before Damian could open his mouth to spew another lecture about your ‘reckless and inane behavior’, your hand shoots out and you pull Damian close to you. He stumbles over to your bedside, surprised and hovering over you uncertainly. His hand's plant on either side of your shoulders, and you see him swallow audibly.

You take a moment to bask in the beauty of Damian Wayne. His cheeks continue to pink beautifully as his eyelashes flutter, thick yet delicate like butterfly wings. They contrast against his tanned skin so perfectly, and you can smell something distinctly sweet and spicy that’s just so Damian Wayne.

Damian’s eyes, however, were definitely your favorite feature. Up close, the intensity and beauty behind them magnified. His eyes weren’t just green; they were honeyed amber mixed with forest moss, dotted with flecks of golden sunshine and tiny shards of the deep blue sea. They were a kaleidoscope of nature, and simply put, Damian Wayne was more alluring and remarkable than the universe itself.

As for Damian, he felt like his heart was about to burst from his chest from the close proximity with you. Whenever Damian found herself pushing you away, he always ended up finding himself pulling you back. Even among a vast sea of people, you were a gleaming, lustral pearl. It was hard to ignore your luminosity.

Damian couldn't focus on anything except for the curve of your lips, the softness of your skin and the twinkle in your eyes. He’s never felt this way before, never been so attracted to someone. He thinks, at that moment, that you are possibly the most appealing and spellbinding thing he’s ever seen.

He wants, no, needs you.

“I think I haven’t died,” your breath fans over his face as you pull him closer, and Damian thinks his heart has stopped beating altogether as he snaps out of his trance. Belatedly, Damian realizes you were replying to his earlier statement.

“Because I have you to live for.” With that you release him, and you’re pleasantly surprised by how incredibly red his face is. You’re pretty sure you’re rose-cheeked too, and you giggle as he’s left open-mouthed.

Suddenly, Dick bursts through the door with a loud exclamation and the moment is effectively ruined. Damian springs back from you as if you’ve burned him, and coughs into his fists. He’s clearly trying to hide his embarrassment, how cute. You chuckle at his shy behavior.

“Hey, did I miss something?” Dick glances rapidly between the two of you, trying to connect the dots. Damian just buries his face into his hands as he groans, while you laugh openly at Dick’s confusion.

“Oh, nothing. You missed nothing at all.” You smile at Dick, but he doesn’t look quite convinced as he narrows his eyes at you.

As for Damian, he had rosy cheeks for the rest of the day. And when he was asked about it, he promptly refused to answer.

He just couldn’t get the image of you smiling out of his head.

a/n: ye!! first post!! i feel like i kinda butchered it, but this is my first time going off a prompt list, and i feel like i did ok?? it’s eh, but i’m still vvv proud of it!!

feel free to comment/critique/message me via ask box!! i also take requests :) don’t be afraid to talk to me!!

#dc #supersons #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #batman #dc imagine #dc x reader #damian wayne imagine #imagine damian wayne #dc fanfiction #how do you tag man #cinnacrushwrites

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goddamnbatsignal · 6 years

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Hotline Bling

Pairing: Dd

Words: ~6000

A/N: Um. I haven’t written anything in a very long time. This is rough and I have some issues with the movement but if I don’t post it I don’t know if I ever will so have it (and if anyone sees any serious issues pls tell me!)

Warnings: general rough sex

Summary: In which Damian texts like a teenager, consent is super sexy and there’s some really chatty, rough sex to be had post-patrol

Waking is a slow process. The air is cold but the blankets are warm, and he’s ready to let the heaviness in his head overwhelm him, dropping back into unconsciousness. But the phone buzzes again, louder this time, insistent vibrations against the bedside table. He groans, burying his face in the pillows and groping blindly for the cell.

He doesn’t bother looking at the time. It’s late, or maybe it’s early – some hideous hour where dawn is only a distant promise, with cold air bitter enough to bite through tights and Kevlar. An hour where phone calls are inappropriate between civilized people, but he’s long since made peace with the sort of company he keeps. It could be something urgent, some deadly disaster or new flavour of villain. Maybe, if he’s lucky, it something far more pleasurable than a call to arms on Gotham’s frozen rooftops.

Dick knows the message is from Damian, knows the start-stop vibration pattern belongs to him. It was Babs’ doing, months ago when Dick’s cell had stuttered and died. She’d gone with him to find a new one, had plucked it from his hands and programmed his top contacts with personal rings, personal tones, personal vibrations – personal everything. Useful, she’d promised, citing an impressive list of practicalities that Dick had been sceptical of at the time. Now, though, head still dull with sleep, he can ready himself for Damian’s particular brand of messaging even before he manages to pluck the phone from the charger.

The screen is too bright in the darkness, illuminating half the room and making Dick’s eyes ache. He grunts, rubbing a tired hand across his face and squinting blurrily as he clicks into the message. It takes him a moment to focus, blinking at the single word text with wary disbelief.

Usually, Damian sent texts with a syntax that was terrifyingly teenaged – complex arrangements of letters, numbers and shorthand that Dick had given up trying to decipher weeks ago. The language of the future, Damian had told him once, head pillowed on Dick’s chest and eyes drooping closed. Communication is evolving, Grayson. Try to keep up.

(Dick actually had tried, briefly. He even managed to convince Tim to translate, which worked well right up to the point they simultaneously realized that Damian’s chatspeak prose was far more graphic than either of them had anticipated. They’d hastily agreed to never mention it again.)

This message, though, is simple. Too simple, even, and Dick drops his face back into the pillow with a groan. He checks the screen again, cautiously, but nothing changes. One word.

Awake?

Dick smothers a yawn with the back of one hand, fumbling the phone into a better grip as he does. It’s a succinct message, and he thumbs out a response before curling back into the pillows.

Short. Sweet. It’s perfect, Dick thinks, tucking his nose beneath the covers. Could mean ‘yes’, could mean ‘why’. A Damian sort of response, and he’s proud of it even as his eyes drift closed again. He shifts beneath the blankets, finding a more comfortable position even as the phone vibrates again.

Bbs. If ur nt hrd im fckin u

Dick laughs, quick and quiet in the darkness of the room. Missing letters he can understand – a more efficient but still comprehensible message - so he sends a smiley face back before tossing the cell back towards the bedside table and rolling onto his stomach.

He doesn’t end up on the receiving end very often anymore, not when Damian takes such obvious delight in the act. Dick’s happy regardless, loves the way Damian opens up for him, loves the tight heat of his partner’s body and the hitch in Damian’s throat when he comes all over his perfect stomach. It’s a particular sort of high, he knows, making the Robin shatter to pieces with his touch, and sometimes Dick thinks he’ll never be able to get enough of it.

Still, even with Damian in his bed (and on his couch, in his shower, in Bruce’s car) every other night, it’s been months since he’s been fucked, months since he’s felt the slow burn of Damian’s cock deep inside him. Dick loves that, too, loves Damian’s hands bruising his hips and his teeth pricking at his skin, loves getting pushed onto the bed and made to forget his name. It’s a different kind of perfect, but it’s perfect none the less.

Dick smiles against the pillows, carefully extracting himself from the memories. When they first started dating, the promise of pre-dawn post patrol sex would have been enough to have Dick hard and aching in anticipation. It had been a secret, back then, a series of clandestine meetings and longing looks. Even after, when everyone knew, Dick had considered it poor form to be sporting a hard on for his mentor’s kid whenever Damian threw him that shy, sly little smile. It had been a game to Damian, a game of tight pants and yoga stretches, of sinfully intense sparring sessions and touches and greedy, stolen kisses – all under the eyes of Alfred and Bruce, all carried out with the ever-present threat of disembowelment.

Now, though, more than a year into the affair, it’s a slower warmth, a beginning sort of arousal that carries with it the promise of good things to come. And, if he keeps himself from getting carried away, there’s space to breathe through it rather than a desperate need for more immediate completion. He shifts slightly, curling onto his side and bringing the covers up to his chin, protection against the cool night air.

He doesn’t sleep, although it’s a near thing. He wavers in semi-consciousness, lulled by a distant rumble of thunder and the warm promise of Damian’s presence, a gentle radiating pleasure that has Dick sinking, loose-limbed and pliant, into the mattress.

When the window creaks open, he shifts lazily to watch Damian drop onto his floor. It’s a well-rehearsed entrance, and Dick smiles slowly as the Robin stretches back up to latch the shutter into place. When Damian turns to him, he flutters his fingers in greeting.

“…did you actually fall asleep?” Damian asks softly, taking an uncertain step towards the bed. Dick grins, making a non-committal sound in the back of his throat. There’s a long moment of hesitation, then Damian sighs and shrugs his cape off. “Glad to see my message was so rousing.”

“You’re awake enough for the both of us,” Dick mumbles back, voice thick and rough with sleep. He shifts, languid and easy, moving to pillow his head on one arm as Damian peels off his uniform. Beneath the black leggings, Damian is already hard and he sheds the last of his clothes with brisk efficiency. Dick huffs out a breath of laugher. “You’re really awake for the both of us.”

“That much was a given,” Damian says, making a small show of folding his uniform. “You should be more concerned with whether or not you’ll be getting fucked.”

“Mm, come over here and find out,” Dick offers, flicking the bed covers open and settling back into the pillows. He watches as Damian sighs, pausing to fish his phone from the folds of his costume and tossing it towards the nightstand. “Planning to text in bed?”

“Perhaps I’ll record your orgasm and set it as my ringtone,” Damian shoots back, soft and sincere, and Dick laughs, reaching out to grab Damian’s wrist and drag him down into a kiss.

It’s a surprisingly dirty kiss, going from a quick touch of chapped lips to open mouths with teeth and tongue, Damian’s thigh hard between his legs and Dick’s hands twisting in the Robin’s hair. Damian works his hands up and under Dick’s shirt, sliding freezing palms down along his side.

“Oh my god, that’s cold!” Dick manages, laughing in between short, sharp kisses, squirming as Damian’s fingers track up his ribs. It’s an unexpected attack, the freezing thumbs pressing into soft skin, and Dick arches away from it. “You’re killing me here, babybat!”

“It’s cold outside,” Damian says, an explanation even as he rubs his palms across Dick’s stomach, grasping for the hem of Dick’s shirt and pulling it up over his head. “Which you would know, if you were out on patrol rather than sleeping.”

“If I was out on patrol, I wouldn’t be here to help warm you up,” Dick counters. He catches Damian’s hands in his own, trying to rub some heat back into them. Damian huffs, collapsing down onto Dick’s chest. “See, this is much better than both of us freezing.”

The next kiss is a little slower, and Damian bumps their foreheads together with a soft, loose smile. Dick kisses his nose and the side of his mouth, letting his hands tangle into the Robin’s hair as Damian reaches down into his sweatpants.

“Glad to see you find me somewhat entertaining,” Damian mumbles, words pressed against his mouth, and Dick clutches at him as firm finger curl around his cock. “I thought perhaps I was losing touch.”

“What, you?” Dick laughs, pressing warm kisses along Damian’s jaw. The grip around him tightens and he moans, hips pressing up into the contact. “Lube’s in the drawer.”

“In a hurry?” Damian asks, hot and low against Dick’s neck, fingers dragging along Dick’s length. He whines, choking on Damian’s name when the Robin gives him a sharp twist. “Maybe I want to take my time.” It’s a hollow threat, and Dick grins up at him.

“Dami, if you wanted nice and slow,” he starts, breaking off as teeth catch against his throat, pressing enough to make him twitch. “…if you wanted nice and slow, you wouldn’t have messaged me first.” Damian’s eyebrows lift, mouth curving up into a quick smile against his skin.

“You’re right, I want it rough.” The words are harsh, pressed into the side of Dick’s throat and accompanied by a hard, fast pump of his cock. He groans, tilting his head to let Damian’s teeth catch against him bottom lip. “I want you unprepared. I want you tight and resisting, I want to feel you trying to take it. I want…”

“Well, shit,” Dick mumbles, sound lost against Damian lips. The Robin pauses, breathes in against his skin, and Dick rubs a thumb over one of his cheekbones before he can pull away. “It’s good, Dami. It’s been a while, yeah? But it’s good, I’m in.”

“Yeah?” Dick nods, dropping his hands away from Damian’s wide-eyed expression to hook his fingers into the waist of his pants instead. He lifts his hips and pushes them down, whining when Damian lets him go and rolls away. “Hush, Grayson, just getting the lube. Like you said, it’s been a while, and I’m not doing you dry. Not tonight, anyway.” The Robin pauses, leaning in to steal a careful, grateful kiss before turning to dig into the bedside drawer.

“Promises, promises,” Dick teases as he sits up, kicking his pants off and tossing them away. His cock is hot and heavy, standing up away from his body. He reaches down for himself, runs a thumb along the slit before giving himself a generous stroke. He hums in the back of his throat, reclining back against the pillows and repeating the process as Damian turns back to face him. With a wink, Dick lets his legs fall open and Damian snorts.

“Show off,” the Robin accuses, and Dick nods, arching his back and quirking an eyebrow when Damian ignores him. “It’s a good thing you’re so pretty, Grayson, otherwise I wouldn’t put up with you.”

“I dunno, babybat,” Dick gasps, hand working up and down his length properly now. He takes a moment, savours the way Damian’s eyes flick down to his cock, the way his jaw goes a little bit slacker. “There are other qualities of mine I think you rather enjoy.”

“Enough,” Damian growls, tossing the lube towards the pillow and surging forward. Dick twists to meet him, opens his legs enough for the Robin to settle between high thighs. Damian’s hands fist in his hair, teeth catching at his lips and dragging hard, dirty kisses from his mouth. He hooks a calf around Damian’s waist, pressing them together as he wraps his hands around their combined lengths.

Damian groans into his mouth, shifting focus and drifting down the curve of his throat. It’s an onslaught of quick, sharp points of contact, marks that will be a hot red in the morning. Visible, too, the first one pressed at the point of his jaw, hard enough to make him jump. He lets his head fall back, hand between them stroking with each pass of the Robin’s teeth.

They’re both leaking now, a slickness between them that covers Dick’s hand. He jerks up into it, a quick thrust that Damian mimics, hips beginning to roll down into the contact, grinding them together. Dick drops his hand away, grabbing instead at Damian’s hair and pulling the teen back up to his lips.

The kiss is bruising, Damian meeting him half way and driving his hips forward. Dick cries out, sound muffled by the Robin’s tongue, trying to spread his thighs wider when Damian thrusts down again. Desperate, he kicks up into it, legs hooking around Damian’s waist as they grind together. Then, Damian’s hand is down between them, wrapping around Dick’s length and pumping. It’s hard and fast, quick rough strokes that have Dick groaning, hips stuttering and sliding until Damian’s hand shifts, abandoning his length to press against his pelvis, fingernails digging in and holding him still against the mattress. Dick squirms, silently protesting the sudden denial of friction, and Damian huffs against his mouth.

“Grayson, we’re not going to rub off against one another like a pair of teenagers in the back seat of a car,” the Robin growls, leaning in for another kiss. Dick breaks the contact with a snort.

“You are a teenager!” he laughs, reaching up to rap his knuckles softly against Damian’s forehead. “As for the car, well, we could go see a drive in movie.”

“Stop talking,” Damian advises, leaning forward to mouth at the underside of Dick’s jaw. Dick sighs, tilting his head back and stroking a thumb over the nape of the Robin’s neck.

“We could go for a drive in the woods,” he continues quietly, closing his eyes and focusing on the softness of Damian’s lips against his skin, counter point to the harsh grip of his fingers digging into Dick’s hips and the burning heat of his arousal. “Maybe after one of those old horror movies, something that will make you want to cuddle up nice and close.” Damian reaches up to try and cover his mouth, fingertips poking at his lips even as Dick laughs and turns away. “Aw Dami, don’t be like that!”

“You’re incorrigible,” the Robin huffs out, low and soft against Dick’s skin. His teeth prick against the lines of his collar bone, sharp and insistent, and Dick swallows a groan. “Horror movies don’t frighten me, Grayson. You might need a better plan.”

“Mm, how about I promise to have you back before your curfew, babybat,” he offers, carding fingers through Damian’s hair, pressing up into the sharp kisses being trailed along his shoulder. “No one would know I’d gotten into your tights - got to keep that sparkling reputation intact.” Damian bites down on his shoulder, a hard nip that has Dick cursing and tugging at the Robin’s hair. “Damian!”

“Would you just shut up?” the Robin demands, leaning forward to steal a rough kiss. He takes another moment to rub his palm across the bite mark on Dick’s shoulder. “Although,” he adds, rubbing a thumb along Dick’s bottom lip with a slow, careful smile. “We actually should go for a drive sometime.”

Dick nods, opens his mouth to agree, but Damian moves in and kisses him again, hard and insistent. Dick goes with it, wrapping his arms around Damian’s neck and trying to push their hips together again. Damian’s hands dart out to his hipbones, gripping and pressing him down hard enough to bruise, and Dick melts back into the mattress as the Robin’s attention drifts lower, mouth tracking down the side of his neck and lips brushing over the shell of his ear.

“Mm, that’s good,” he mumbles, sliding his fingers into Damian’s hair and holding, tugging carefully whenever the Robin’s teeth prick a little too sharp against his skin.

Damian maps out across clavicle, teeth and tongue warm against Dick’s skin, and he presses up into the touch. He tries to push his hips up too, tries to find friction against the hard plains of Damian’s stomach rubbing against him, but the Robin’s hands tighten on his hip, a warning. He ignores it, jerks up again, and Damian bites down on his shoulder.

“Ouch, Dami!” Damian kisses the spot, reaching over to give Dick’s cock an apologetic tug, rough fingers teasing across the head before wrapping around him and pumping. Dick groans, shifting as Damian trails careful bites across his chest, each one timed with a rough twist of the hand wrapped around him. Dick guides him lower, tugging roughly at the Robin’s hair, and Damian looks up to meet his eyes.

“Something you want, Grayson?” he asks softly, thumb reaching the tip of Dick’s cock and rubbing circles, sliding sharply across the slit. Dick inhales, swallowing against the sensation even as his hips jump up to the contact, and Damian laughs. “You know, I forget sometimes how easy it is to get you off.”

“And I always forget how mean you are when you top,” Dick counters, earning himself a sharp nipping kiss as a reward. “Blow me?”

“Well, when you ask so nicely, how can I refuse?” the Robin murmurs, settling himself between Dick’s legs and leaving two chaste kisses against his hip bones. “You do have a pretty cock, Grayson,” he adds, giving him a careful squeeze. Dick grins, reaching down to ruffle Damian’s hair.

When the teen leans in, Dick drops back to the mattress with a contented sigh. Damian’s mouth is wet and warm, teeth carefully girded as he sucks the head into his mouth. Dick grunts, forces himself to lie still and not thrust up into the warmth.

Damian inches down slowly, one hand shifting to curl around the base of Dick’s shaft. His fingers squeeze tight before relaxing again, tongue sliding across the slit even as Damian pulls back again. He runs his mouth down one side, pinching at the head with his fingers, and Dick winces.

“D, you’re so cruel,” he complains, giving a soft grunt of appreciation when Damian drops a kiss to his navel. “C’mon.”

“Patience is a virtue,” Damian offers, succinct and sly, moving to wrap his mouth back around Dick’s length. There’s a moment of tight pressure, Damian’s checks hollowed around his head, then Dick’s hips stutter up and Damian swallows him down.

It’s not an easy rhythm. Damian presses down on his hips, regulating each of Dick’s thrusts as his throat works around Dick’s length. Dick whines, tries to push up further into the friction, murmuring absent sounds of appreciation as Damian breathes him in. He closes his eyes, head dropping back down to the pillow as he focuses on the warm lips on his cock, counterpoint to the soft scrape of teeth against his shaft.

It doesn’t take long for the prickle of pleasure to work it’s away alone his spine, blooming out from the way Damian’s free hand circles the base of his cock, squeezing and releasing in time with each delicate movement of his jaw. Dick groans softly, reaching down to grip haphazardly at the Robin’s hair. Damian makes a sound in the back of his throat, a combination of pleased and surprised, relaxing to let Dick thrust further into his throat.

“…holy shit, you’re the best,” Dick manages, a quick gasp as Damian’s fingers tighten again around him, firm against his skin.

He’s preoccupied with Damian’s mouth, preoccupied with the fingers hard around him, and he almost doesn’t notice the cool wetness of lube against him. He squirms, shifts away from the sensation, then there’s the unmistakable feeling of fingertips soothing over his hole. They press in slightly, pushing against resistance before easing back, rubbing carefully over his sensitive skin.

Dick tenses when they slide in again, deeper this time. He winces, breathes out through his nose, and Damian swallows in more of his cock. Dick gasps, appreciating the distraction, and Damian works the finger in deeper, pulsing it in and out until Dick pushes back onto it.

The second finger is easier, the stinging stretch more familiar this time. Dick collapses back against the pillows, gasping for air as Damian’s tongue swirls around his head and fingers press up deeper within him.

The need to come is painful, and he grabs for the back of Damian’s head, tries to press up deeper into his mouth. Damian swallows around him, fingers jabbing up harder inside his body, and Dick’s hips jerk until he’s buried in deep in the teen’s mouth, Damian’s throat tight and wet around him. Damian hums, swallowing sharply even as he scissors his fingers deep in Dick’s body. There’s a shock of discomfort, of being opened too quickly, then Dick’s coming straight down the back of his protégé’s throat. He grabs blindly for the back of Damian’s head, fingers curling and pulling at soft hair even as the Robin’s hand shift to bracket his hips, holding him steady as Damian swallows around him. He half stutters the beginning of an apology, but Damian fixes him with a look that makes him whimper instead, body twitching through the aftershocks.

Dick drops back against the pillows, boneless and pliant as Damian carefully moves back, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth even as Dick huffs out a small laugh.

“I’m going to write sonnets about your mouth,” Dick manages, gasping for air. Damian collapses down beside him, leans over to kiss his forehead, and Dick opens his eyes with a smile. “No, seriously, Dami. I’ll write you sonnets about the way you suck cock, sonnets and ballads and poetry.” Damian laughs, kisses him once on the mouth, and Dick drags him down for a proper kiss, tasting himself on the Robin’s tongue. His hands search lower, fingers curling around Damian’s leaking erection. “Haiku, songs. Anything you want, Dami.”

“Anything I want?” Damian mumbles, hips canting up as Dick rubs a thumb over his head. Dick nods, kisses haphazardly at Damian’s jaw. “Let me fuck you. Now, like this.”

“…not a lot of lube in me, Dami. This where you want to make it hurt?” Dick asks softly, fingers tightening as Damian’s cock jumps in his hand. The Robin nods once, and Dick grins. “Yeah, let’s do it.” Damian kisses him again, long and deep, before pulling out of Dick’s grip and reaching for the lube discarded on the other side of the bed.

“On your stomach, Grayson,” he instructs over his shoulder, and Dick rolls over, pillowing his head on his arms. “I want to see myself vanishing into that ass of yours.”

“…I don’t think I can get hard again,” Dick murmurs, stretching to watch as Damian settles in behind him. Damian pauses, quirking an eyebrow up, and Dick shrugs. “I’m not a teenager anymore, babybat.”

“We don’t have to,” Damian says, smoothing a hand along the curve of Dick’s ass. “If you would rather, we can wait?”

“Nah, I want to. Just, don’t take it personally if I can’t get off again.”

“You will tell me if this is too much,” Damian orders, reaching up to grab a handful of Dick’s hair and shake him. Dick groans, spreading his legs and Damian sighs. “Grayson. Dick. You’ll tell me. I need to hear you say it.”

“…yeah, D, I’ll let you know if I’m not into it.”

“Good,” Damian says, soft and smug as he pulls harder on Dick’s hair before pressing his face back down into the pillows. Dick grins, twisting as Damian’s weight presses down on top of him, the Robin’s arm curling around beneath his shoulders and teeth catching against his shoulder. “Deep breaths, Grayson.”

Dick obeys, swallows against a suddenly dry throat and breathes in. Damian’s thumb slides carefully along his crease, and he breathes out in a rush. He grabs for the arm around him, twining their fingers together and kissing Damian’s palm. Damian hums, giving his hand a tight squeeze, and presses in.

For a moment, the stretch is gentle. Dick relaxes into it, shuffles back towards the pressure and let’s Damian press his thighs further apart. Then, Damian pushes in a little deeper and Dick flinches away from the sudden burn of pain.

“…Grayson, it’s really, you’re really…” Damian’s voice is low and breathless, chest pressing against Dick’s back and arm tight around his shoulder. Dick reaches his free hand up to grab at Damian’s hair, and the Robin’s hips jerk forward. It’s a little too deep, and Dick groans, forehead hitting the pillows. “Steady, Dick,” Damian cautions, easing back until he’s barely inside.

“Mm, less steady, D,” Dick manages, laughing as Damian huffs against his ear. “Let me have it.”

“Safeword?” Damian demands. Dick groans again. “Say it please.”

“Oh my god, Damian Wayne, I love you and I love that you want to make sure I’m okay, but my safeword is flapjacks and I swear if you ask me to consent one more time I’m going to punch you in the throat.”

“Like you could manage that,” Damian returns, and Dick can feel the smile against his shoulder. He starts to say something, a flirty retort, but Damian shushes him softly. “Grayson, keep your tongue inside your mouth. I don’t want you to bite it off.” And with that, he thrusts back in.

Dick cries out, the force of the movement shoving him roughly against the sheets. There’s a sharp, sliding burn between his legs, and he grabs desperately at Damian’s forearm still wrapped tight around him. There’s a brief respite as Damian pulls back again, and Dick takes a gasping breath before the teen pushes back in, stretch greater than before and the burn pressing deeper into Dick’s stomach.

“S-shit, D, you always this big?” he manages, laughing breathlessly even as Damian thrusts again.

“Half way in, Grayson.” Dick swears, arching up as Damian pushes a little deeper. He flinches away from the thrust, trying to press his hips back to the mattress with a soft curse. “Relax. Deep breaths. You’re not a virgin, Grayson, we both know you can take this.”

“You’re gonna cut me in half,” Dick grits out.

“And you’re going to lie here and let me,” Damian purrs, hand squeezing around Dick’s throat as his hips push forward with a particularly rough thrust. Dick whines, and Damian drops down into him.

“Wait, wait!” Dick manages, voice wet. Damian’s fingers tighten around his throat and he whimpers. “G’me a sec, D, just a sec?” He gasps for air, letting himself collapse against the mattress and feeling himself spasm around the length inside him. Damian inches back, and Dick whimpers his relief into the pillow.

“No.” Dick panics for a moment, tightens his grip on the arm wrapped around him, then Damian’s plunging back into him.

Dick yells, sound punching out of his chest and bubbling from his throat. Fingers shift to tighten against his mouth and he screams against them, scrabbling to grasp at Damian’s wrist as the teen breathes encouragement against his ear. There’s a long, careful moment of stillness, then Damian pulls out again and Dick collapses back to the mattress with a wet groan. He can feel Damian’s cock nudge against him, blunt head pressing back between his cheeks, and tenses against the intrusion.

“Grayson, we good?” Damian asks, fingers gentle against his lips. Dick kisses them on instinct, nodding into the pillow. Damian smiles against his neck. “Words, please.”

“y-yeah, fuck, you’re a bastard,” Dick manages.

“Only to you,” Damian responds, hips rocking forward. His cock drags along Dick’s ass, catching briefly before sliding away. Dick flinches, breathing through his nose as he tries to relax again. “Okay?”

“…shit, yeah okay, do it.”

“Hey,” Damian murmurs, low against his ear. “I love you.” Dick blinks at him, turning his head to try and catch the Robin’s expression, but Damian’s hand plasters back across his mouth and his hips slam forwards. There’s an intense pressure and then a terrible, perfect agony that has Dick thrashing against the sheets, toes curling and tears pouring down his cheeks.

“Oh, I hate you, I fucking hate you,” Dick chokes, voice muffled by Damian’s fingers and the tears caught in his throat. Damian hums in his ear, a surprisingly ragged sound, then the Robin is thrusting properly into him.

It’s not comfortable. There’s a steady burn with each movement, a drawn out slide that has Dick sobbing softly into his arms. Damian fists a hand into his hair, pressing him down into the mattress as he finds his rhythm, cock ploughing into Dick’s ass.

He can feel himself shuddering against the intrusion, each bite of discomfort making his shoulders flinch and twist, pushing wounded noises from his mouth. He knows Damian likes them, can feel the intensity of his thrusts rise to match each sound. He can feel himself sinking into it, each hard push pooling painful heat in his abdomen.

There’s the sound of wet, overwrought keening in the room, and it takes Dick a long moment to recognize his own wrecked voice, to connect the sound of muffled agony with to the thickness in his throat. He’s rutting into the blankets, trying to put more space between his ass and Damian’s cock, trying to find friction against the fabric instead.

“Scream for me,” Damian orders, low and dangerous. Dick flinches, sob choking in his throat, and then Damian rams his cock back inside, down to the hilt in one cruel motion. Dick makes a noise, body convulsing with the searing, unexpected hurt even as fingers tighten around his throat. He gasps, tries to make a sound, body coiled tight and vibrating on Damian’s cock. Then, all at once the tension comes apart, the agonizing warmth in his belly making him spasm and cry out, hands grasping for anything to hold onto. He screams, too, a wail that tumbles out of him and catches on Damian’s hand tight across his mouth.

It’s a terrible orgasm, making him writhe beneath Damian’s ministrations. It’s wrung out of him, forced from him, and when it’s done he slumps back to the sheets with a soft sound.

It takes him a while to come back to himself. Vaguely he’s aware of Damian’s warm weight about him, the arms wrapped around him and the softening cock still inside him. There’s a wetness there, too, a familiar sensation that lets him know Damian came inside him at some point. And still the dull, throbbing agony, his hurting flesh making him shudder and shake.

Damian murmurs gentle things to him, soft and careful. It’s mostly nonsense, and Dick closes his eyes as the familiar voice washes over him. He shifts a little, wincing, and turns his face back into the linen.

“…hey, D?” he mumbles into the pillow. Damian’s arm tightens around him, and he gently slides out. Dick hisses, hips flinching away, and Damian’s hand cups around the back of his neck. “Dami?”

“You okay?” Damian asks softly. “That was...more than I expected…” Dick gives a small hiccupping laugh, sound just on the wrong side of a sob, and Damian’s hand tightens. “Dick, did I…”

“I’m gonna have to write a sonnet about your cock, too,” Dick manages after a long moment, turning to flash Damian a tired smile. The teen’s hand smooths up over his cheek, thumb pausing briefly over his mouth.

“You are far too verbose for a man who just got fucked that hard,” Damian complains, dropping down beside him. “I really am losing my edge.”

“How about we give it half an hour, then you can try to render me silent again?” Dick offers, eyes closed as he cuddles in closer to the Robin.

“I could wake you up by burying myself back inside you,” Damian counters, and Dick hums softly in amusement.

“That’s sweet,” He says, letting Damian curl their fingers together. “I’m game if you are.” He presses a sloppy kiss to Damian’s cheek, reaching over to pull the blanket back towards them. “…although, gotta say, if you try to tell me you love me as a distraction again, I might have to hurt you.”

“Hey, you relaxed when I said it,” Damian defends, smoothing a hand through Dick’s hair. “…you’re good, right?” Dick scoffs, eyes already closed, but Damian jostles him gently. “Dick. I deliberately hurt you. I know you didn’t safeword out, but just…you’re good?”

“Yeah, D, I’m good,” Dick says softly, pressing a chase kiss to Damian’s mouth. “You’re going to come up with a brilliant excuse for me limping around for the next week, but I’m good.”

“I’ll do your patrol,” the Robin promises, letting Dick settle back against him.

“And let me fuck you on the trapeze?” Dick adds. Damian manages to bite off his startled laugh. There’s a long stretch of silence, then Damian shifts beneath him, and Dick grumbles as he buries his head further into the Robin’s shoulder. There’s a long moment of silence, then the soft click of a phone camera. “That better not be of my ass, D.”

“Not this time,” Damian murmurs, stroking a hand through Dick’s hair. There’s another click and Dick sighs. “Shh, I want a selfie with you looking fucked out.”

“…a selfie?” Damian shrugs, and Dick opens his eyes to blink at the Robin. “Do I need to learn how to selfie as well?” Damian laughs, loud in the silence of the room. “What?”

“Go to sleep, Dick,” the teen advises, tossing the phone away and curling in close. Dick resists for a moment, then sighs and relaxes into the embrace. “I’ll teach you all about it tomorrow.”

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Chapter 15

The doctors kept Dick in the med bay for a couple of days. I didn’t leave his side. When he was asleep people could see me sitting in there talking to him. When he was awake I was invisible. I didn’t want to him to see me just yet. To be honest I wasn’t ready to have the awkward talk with him.

“Lydia, can you meet me in the conference room.” Bruce says in a whispers as he peeks his head into Dick’s room. I nod my head and leave the room. I quickly fall in step beside Bruce as I make my way to the conference room.

I take a seat and I watch Bruce closely. “His leg isn’t broken but he will be in crutches for a while.” I nod my head and give a sigh of relief. “He is going to want to get back to Bludhaven as soon as possible. Meaning he needs someone to watch him.“ My eyes widen at Bruce’s statement.

“What you’re saying is you want me to stay with him and watch him.” I look from Bruce to the door. I had to think for a moment, Would Dick want me to help take care of him? I want to be there and help him. Bruce was watching my face as I thought. I startled him when I spoke, “Yes, I’ll take care of him.”

Bruce smiles, “Good. Now I don’t have to worry about him. He’ll be in good hands.” I smile back at Bruce as I stand up and head back to where Dick was. “Lydia, He leaves the Watchtower tomorrow morning to go back,” Bruce calls after me. I give him a thumbs up and leave the room.

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I’ve been at Dick’s apartment for two days now. I haven’t really been sleeping out of fear that something would happen to Dick or myself. I sat beside his bed and smiled at him. As far as I knew, Dick had no idea I was there. I’ve been invisible since I entered his apartment. I also kept a constant presence in his mind that way I could get things for him, or make things easier for him.

I give off a yawn as I watch Dick sleep. Maybe one nap wouldn’t hurt. I think as I pull the chair closer to Dicks bed. I lean over and rest my head on the edge of the bed and quickly fell asleep. My dream is a good one. It’s of Dick and myself surrounded by four children. The youngest child is in Dick’s arms until Dick leans down to me and slips the child in my arms while he kisses me.

Dick wakes up to me silently saying his name. He smiles, the whole time he has been home he knew I was here with him. “Do you know I love you?” He asks as he starts stroking my hair.

“I love you to, Richard.” I’m still asleep but I respond. This causes Dick to smile. He remembers the Clark used to say I could hold a conversation with someone while I slept.

“Lyds, please forgive me?” He whispers as he moves my hair out of my face.

I give off a small but happy sigh. “I already have.” I smile while I slept, causing Dick to give a small chuckle.

He runs his fingers through my hair again, “Don’t leave me. Ever!”

“Only if you promise not to leave me again.” I tell him snuggling into his touch. This makes Dick’s heart hurt. He only left because he wanted Slade brought to justice for what he did to me. So Dick slides over closer to me. He starts running his hand over my hair again. That’s when my eyes start to flutter.

“Hey, it’s ok. Shh. Lyds, it's ok.” Dick softly tells me trying to keep me calm and asleep. But it didn’t help, my eyes fly open at my name and I’m staring into Dick’s amazingly wonderful Blue eyes. I stiffen and become very still. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” His thumb slides along your cheek.

“It’s, It’s ok. You can see me?” I ask nervously. Dick just smiles and nods his head. I mouth the word ‘oh’ and smile back at him. His hand hasn’t stopped running over I hair, and that’s fine with me because I like how it feels. So I try to snuggle into his touch even more.

“Would you like to join me?” Dick asks pointing to the bed. My eyes widen slightly but then they go back to their normal size. Dick just smiles at that and moves over where I can lay next to him. “You need to sleep also, Cat.” He gives me a stern look and I just sigh.

Kicking off my shoes, I crawl under the blankets and lay beside Dick. He reaches an arm around me and pulls me close to him. "Trust me I won’t let anything happen. Just sleep.“ I give Dick a shy smile then close my eyes.

This feels right. Being close to him, it feels like I belong here. With that thought I fall asleep.

Dick smiles, "It does feel right, doesn’t it.” Then he falls back to sleep after a while.

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When the two of us finally woke up I saw Damian sitting in the chair beside Dick’s bed. “Hello Dami.” I smile as I stretch, I stop when I realize I was in Dick’s apartment and that was Dicks arm around my waist.

Damian smirks seeing that I just realized where I am. But then he raises his eyebrow, “Dinner at the Manor tomorrow. Bring Grayson with you.” With that Damian stands up looks over Dick and walks to the door. He turns around at the door, “Did you kiss him yet?”

I shake my head no.

“Tt, pity.” And then Damian’s gone.

Dick pulls me close to him, “So, should we go on a date before tomorrow night?” I giggle as I turn over and look at him.

“I would love that.” I place a hand on his cheek. He repeats my movement. I close the gap between our faces as I place my lips on his.

I pull away, “Did we just, um.” I’m blushing, which causes Dick to smile.

“Kiss? Yeah we did.” He smiles and pulls me close to him. I giggle and wrap my arms around Dick. But I let go when he flinches.

“I’m sorry, I forgot you’re hurt.” I let go of Dick but keep my face against his shoulder. He just chuckles and pulls me closer.

"I’ll be fine.“ Dick lets me go as he turns on his side to look at me. “Where should we go for our second first date?” Dick gives me a wink as I turn to face him. I just giggle and meet his eyes. He leans close to my face again and his lips meet mine. My eyes close as I feel his chapped lips meet mine.

Dick pulls back from me as I let out a deep content sigh, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” I say without giving Dick time to registered what I just said. With the last word barely out of my mouth, Dick just feels a gust of wind rush past him. He looks around really quickly then just chuckles and lays back on his bed.

I flew out of his room so fast, I’m surprised I didn’t cause a sonic boom. I flew to my place in Metropolis. Scrambling around my house grabbing food left and right putting it into a basket. Once I’m done I look around again and nod my head. Grabbing the basket, I fly out of my house as fast as I flew out of Dick’s apartment.

Dick feels the gust of wind again and he peeks open one of his eyes to see me standing beside his bed unpacking a picnic basket. “I have food you know.” Dick says as he pulls himself in a sitting position, he winces a couple of times.

That causes me to stop unpacking and rush to his side. Helping him sit up, I respond to his food comment, “Cereal isn’t food. And our date should be a picnic.” I smile at him.

Dick glares at me, “Cereal is to food.” I just roll my eyes and give Dick a kiss on his forehead. He smiles at me as he watches me go back to setting up a picnic on his floor. “We could have gone to the park to have our first date.”

“Nope. You’re on bed rest. And I like the idea of just being inside away from everyone else.” I say as I finish putting everything in it’s place on the floor. I turn to look at Dick, “Besides, I’ve never been on a picnic. Well Clark and my mom took me once, but that doesn’t really count.” I hovering now as I’m thinking about how Dick is going to sit on the floor with me.

“I’ll sit up here and you can sit beside me on the bed,” Dick pats the bed beside him, “or you could hover beside me while we eat and talk.”

I narrow my eyes at him, then I remember he is able to hear my thoughts. So I nod and hand him a sandwich that I packed while I hover next to him.

“You didn’t have to go after Slade.” I say as I take a bite from my sandwich. Dick stops before he takes a bite and looks at me. “I know you did it because he deserved to be locked up and never should never see the light of day again.” I sigh as Dick reaches for my hand.

“True, but I also did it because he was hunting you down. He wanted to use you as a weapon.” He squeezes my hand.

I set my plate down on the bed and look him in the eyes. “Dick, I am a weapon. They made me a weapon. People are looking for me all the time. I’m just hiding in plain sight.” I interlaced my fingers with his and offer Dick a smile. “I know why Lex did this to me. It was because he wanted something or someone as powerful as,” I puff up my chest,“Superman. That way if my dad ever got out of hand someone could take him down.”

Dick nods his head, “So when you became uncontrollable they made Conner. That way Conner could hurt you and your dad.”

I clinch my jaw at the sound of Conner’s name. I still feel like he is the kid my dad wants, not me.

“Anyways, I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. Besides, You're my girlfriend now, I’ll protect you from everyone.” Dick gives me a smile as I eat.

I’m your, girlfriend. I sigh and just smile. The two of us finish eating and just sit there for a while. “It’s only 2 in the morning. Wanna watch a movie?”

Dick looks at me for a moment then he speaks up, “Sure, but it has to be a Disney movie.”

I just start laughing. “Disney movies? Honestly? Sure we can watch Disney movies, but if I fall asleep don’t wake me up.” I softly land on the bed beside Dick and he pulls me up against him.

“We could just go back to sleep. I mean you have gone two days without sleep and my apartment is very clean because of you.” I smile up at him and he chuckles, “Thank you for that Princess. But Maybe we both should sleep.” I smile at him and nod my head.

“I’ll be back marshmallow.” I get off of Dicks bed and walk into the bathroom. He scoots to one side of the bed and makes room for me when I get back. I smile while I look at myself in the mirror.

Dick and his thoughts. I’m sleeping with Lydia. I mean I’m sleeping with her. Not Sleeping with. Plus she’s my girlfriend. She’s finally my girlfriend. I can’t let her down. I hope she has actually forgiven me. She’s mine. FINALLY.

I giggle and then throw water on my face. I smile in the mirror and mouth the word ‘girlfriend.’ I smile at the thought then walk out of the bathroom. “Dick, I’m going to run home and get clothes. I’ll be back. ” He nods his head and like that I fly away again.

Not even five minutes later I fly back in and close the window. There’s a duffel bag full of clothes with me and I changed into my Eeyore pj’s. Dick raises an eyebrow and I shrug. Setting the bag down at the end of the bed I look up at Dick. He holds the blankets open for me and I get under them.

I help Dick out of the sitting position he was in. Now he is on his back with one arm under my head. I’m on my side looking at him. “Close your eyes Cat. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.” I smile and nod my head. “Wait!” I open my eyes back up, he moves his free hand to cup my face. His eyes look at my lips then back to meet my eyes. He leans closer to me while he is pulling me closer to him. My lips meet his lips and it’s a soft but firm kiss.

Dick lets go but pulls me close into a hug where I can hear his heartbeat even more than I already do. “Now let’s sleep.” I nod and close my eyes. Dick just smiles and pulls me a little closer. He mouths the word ‘finally’ and then he closes his eyes and falls asleep after awhile of just holding me close to him.

Unaware of what who was sitting outside of Dicks window Dick and I both slept peacefully. Jason sat by the window and smiled. He then grunted, “He hurts you, I hurt him. But it took you two long enough.” With that he jumped away from the building to go on patrol for Dick while he was recovering.

A/N: Finally! They kissed! And even though Lyds was asleep they finally admitted their feelings!!! Stay Tuned

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