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Would they or would they not catch you…
Dick: yes. 100% yes but he’s -no pun intended- a little bit of a teasing dick about it.
He will catch you but then act as though he’s going to drop you by loosening his grip, making you scream out of surprise and cling onto him tighter, all the while beaming that bright and beautiful smile of his as though he wasn’t about to willingly let you fall flat on your ass on multiple occasions.
‘I fucking hate you!’ You whined, smacking Dick on the bicep.
‘Oh do you now?’ Dick inquires as he slowly begins to losses his grip on you, smirking.
‘Did I say hate you? I meant love you, a lot! Please don’t drop me.’ You cried as you tightened your grip on his neck whilst struggling to keep your feet from touching the floor. ‘Awww I love you too gorgeous.’ Dick coos as he pressed kisses into your face as you could only glare at the cheeky bastard.
You hate him sometimes but you weren’t going to complain about the affection you were being given. So you guess you’ll suffer for now.
Side note: he might even try and see if you can catch him. 💀
Jason: He will catch you but makes it a big deal whenever he can. He loves holding you in his arms.
He could keep you in his arms forever if he could but knew that he can’t, so he settles for going about his day carrying you throughout the apartment instead.
‘You can put down any day now.’ You’d tell him but that only makes Jason tighten his grip on you as he moved in his makeshift library for a book to read.
‘No.’ He simply replied, scouring the many book titles in front of him in the hopes that one might speak to him. You pout. ‘What do you mean no?’ Jason then looks at you and says. ‘No means no. As in no I will not put you down because I do as I like and will not be told otherwise, so the cutie currently in my arms has to deal with it.’ He then smiles as he presses a kiss to your forehead before looking back towards the bookshelves.
You end up falling asleep in his arms and Jason couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were, even if you did look like the living dead.
Damian: says no but will in fact catch you without hesitation.
However if you do try to tease him about it, then he will drop you without a second thought. ‘You can catch yourself next time.’ He would say as he walks away, leaving you with a bruised ass. Titus -who saw the whole thing- would come up to you to make sure you weren’t genuinely hurt and encourage you to get up by nudging you with his head.
Don’t test him because he will do it and then act like the whole thing didn’t happen if you were to bring it up.
‘Dick.’ You’d say as you stood up.
‘I heard that.’ He’d call back, his voice echoing off the walls. ‘You were meant to.’ You reply. ‘And at least Titus came to check up on me to see if I wasn’t hurt.’ You’d add while scratching Titus behind the ear.
Needless to say you were more cautious when choosing Damian to catch you. However he does apologise for dropping you on your ass by gifting you something he himself drew by hand; He secretly doesn’t like it when you’re upset with him and will do anything to rectify it.
What a sweetheart.
Bruce: he’s too use to you pulling this type of shit that it’s basically muscle memory for him to catch you as you’re running towards him, all with a straight face mind you.
Be grateful because he risked a much needed bowl of Mulligatawny soup just to catch you in his arms, but then again the kisses you bombard his cheek is more than reward enough, a small almost missable smile appears on his lips as he then proceeds to carry you for the rest of the day as “punishment.”
( this only occurs when Bruce is feeling particularly affectionate or playful)
Much to your batkids -Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke, Cass and Steph- dismay. They’d want to use this as blackmail, but they know that it will backfire as you’ll probably hang the photo on a wall somewhere in the manor, reminding them of how disgustingly their parents can be when given the opportunity.
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anothertimdrakestan · 11 months
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Pinky Promise - Damian Wayne x Reader !Soulmate AU
~ where your birthmark is where you'll first touch your soulmate ~
A pinky finger is an odd place to have a soulmate mark. Most people had full hands, a set of lips marked on their cheek, or a hand print on their hip. Yet yours was just the length of your left hand pinky finger.
No matter, you'd had the habit of locking pinky's with people since you were born. Call it natural habit or a desperation to link fingers with your soulmate, it was your thing.
So when you started your internship at the Bludhaven Police Department Sheriff's office and got finger printed you didn't think anything of it when officer Grayson paused on your last finger.
"This your soulmate mark?" he gestured to your pinky, which was darker than the rest of your skin colour.
"Funny right! Just the pinky. Most people have normal ones! Where's yours? Wait. Is it on your lips?" you glanced up at the officer with a grin as he flushed.
"We all meet our soulmates in strange ways." he mumbled with a smile.
"Truth or dare? Or Suck and Blow? It had to be a party game right?" you leaned in as Officer Grayson pressed your pinky into ink.
"It was more of a greeting, she's not from around here so it was her way of saying hello." he stated, eyes twinkling with a familiar joy. God you wanted that. He continued, "I'll tell you, I know a kid with a pinky mark too. Cant remember which hand though. I'll bring him in soon, though neither of you seem like each other's type." you noticed his brows furrowed thinking about the "kid" he mentioned.
"Bring him in like, a bad guy? Not sure that's my type! I'm just here to learn about forensics!" you giggled. The officer just shook his head and told you to go start reviewing the steps to finger print collection and storage. Sounded super fun and interesting (not).
Turns out there's a lot to learn about crime forensics. By the end of the day you had a backpack full of materials to study on your transit ride back to Gotham. Hiking up fire escapes to the top of your apartment building, you decided to study via the lights from the top of your building. Nothing like the haze of Gotham to comfort you through pages of reading.
"Glad to see you're back." A familiar voice chided from your side.
"C'mon, you're excited to see me!" you grinned into the darkness, willing the shadowy figure to come forward. Like usual, he did.
"Good to see you, Robin." you waved with a teasing smile as he visibly shook his head.
"Can't say the same Y/N. I had more peaceful nights when you weren't here. What's got you up late this time?" he grumbled, keeping his distance as you held up your bunches of papers exclaiming "studying! Always studying."
"And you can't do that from the safety of your apartment?" he questioned. You shook your head no in response. "Need I remind you of the multiple times I've had to throw people off this balcony for you?" he yawned, gesturing to the ledge of the rooftop.
"Aren't I so lucky you're protecting me!" you teased. He wasn't wrong, sketchy people had on more than one occasion lurked on top the Gotham's tallest buildings, but you enjoyed the view and trusted Robin far too much to change your place of comfort.
"Protecting Gotham." he retorted, moving towards the rooftop to jump towards a night full of crime fighting. You never tried to stop him from leaving, you still thought it was insane that he even paused to talk to you, so you just waved and watched as he launched into darkness. Curling back up with your notes you appreciated the blanket of safety his presence had placed on you.
~
"Damian I'm telling you she has the mark on her pinky!" Dick screeched, chasing after Damian who was not willing to hear anything he had to say. "What do I care Grayson? I don't want a soulmate, I'm busy," he retorted, cascading through the batcave to get away from Dick's prying eyes.
"Just let me see! I wanna know!" Dick cried but Damian had already slammed his door closed.
"Word on the street is Dames found a rooftop girl. You didn't hear it from me though." Tim called from the adjacent room. The two were usually stuck on patrol together so it did make sense. But Dick still couldn't believe it.
"Which goddamn rooftop." Dick's voice was a low hum, the determination dripping from his tongue. He had a theory.
~
"Morning Officer Grayson!" you called down the hallways of the BPD office. You'd finally gotten a full night of sleep last night because you had finished studying a couple days ago, free from the piles of work. Your morning glee quickly dissipated when you were promptly handed a stack of papers and binders.
"You're doing great work, so we're moving you up to sample analysis. Lots of reading for ya!" the officer sounded congratulatory as he handed you the piles of paperwork. You couldn't deny, this was what you wanted, but it was definitely more work than you could do in one day. Needless to say, you hoped you'd get to see a familiar bird brain that night.
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Cozying up on the rooftop you were so deep into the inner-workings of a microscope you hardly noticed the shadowy figure that had appeared across from you.
"Studying again are we?" Robin's snarky voice made you jump, eyes snapping to his face. "Tons of work! Calls for an all nighter, what about you?" you simply replied.
"Patrol." His response was curt but you wanted more this time.
"What after? Tell me- what does a hero do in his free time?" you leaned in with a teasing smile. To your surprise Robin leaned back against the railing and responded "I like to draw." Giving you more of a key into him than you'd ever gotten.
"I'm a terrible artist but I bet you're amazing! Keen eyes and steady hands always make for good art. You should show me sometime! If you want!" you rambled with a grin. You figured it would be an automatic no, but the corner of his mouth twitched up, almost like a smile as he said, "maybe I will." Something blossomed in your chest.
"Well, you're always welcome here! Like, all night. It's brutal." you joked, gesturing at the piles of papers in your lap.
"I may just take you up on that, my brother has been overwhelmingly obnoxious at home. Have a good night." Robin muttered as he left over the rooftop railing once again. You smiled to yourself, he likes to draw and he has a brother? Fascinating.
You were practically asleep in your notes when you felt something bump into your chest. A surprisingly elegant paper airplane. From the shadows you could see Robin sitting across from you, back against the rooftop railing, a notepad and pencil in his arms as he starred up at you.
"What? You were practically snoring." he said matter-of-factly.
"For the record, I do not snore. Also, how'd you make this? It's beautiful!" you exclaimed, delicately holding up the paper airplane to appreciate the little curves of the thick paper.
"I was into origami for a while. It's almost mathematical, very satisfying." his reply was short again, seemingly focused on the sketching at hand. So you fell into silence with him, focusing up on your note taking.
You didn't exactly notice the sun starting to rise. It was hard to see in Gotham, smog and all, but the inkling of light from the hazy sky gave you a clearer picture of the boy wonder then you'd ever gotten.
It felt strange but he was gorgeous. Silky black hair tousled from running his hands through it in between pencil scratches, when he was focused he bit the inside of his cheek, eyebrows knit into determination. You appreciated the reds and yellows of his costume, noting the various weapons hitched across his body. But the rest was hidden. Whether behind his domino mask, his suit, or his silence.
"It's rude to stare at a working artist" he grumbled, chin tilting up to show that his eyes were meeting yours.
"You've never stayed this long." you replied breathlessly. Squirming in your chair, knowing that you couldn't get any closer without him running off.
"Your presence isn't, unbearable, for what it's worth." his voice was so low but you could hear the sincerity in his voice. "Same to you." you whispered back, letting your tired eyes drift back to your notes which were pretty much done. It was an all nighter after all.
It felt like a few minutes but the billowing light from the rising sun told you it had been longer, and your head was severely drooping into your lap. "Y/n, you need sleep. Go to bed," his voice was warm but stern, enough to get you to lazily collect your papers and stand up with a yawn.
"Well! Thanks for hanging with me!" deliriously you held out your fist, Robin tilted his head to the side in confusion. You chuckled, "it's a fist bump dumbass." And to your surprise he closed the distance between the two of you, and slowly touched his knuckled to yours. His gloves were cold but you were focused on the fact that you were just inches from the boy wonder.
But a few seconds was all you got to realize how much taller he was than you before he melted back into the shadows. You stood stunned for a moment before stumbling back to your apartment, desperate for sleep.
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"You look like hell kid" Officer Grayson greeted you with a questioning look as you waved him off of you. "Your fault for giving me hours of reading buddy." He grinned glancing down at the now filled notebook you'd brought to work. "You actually look dead kid, on lunch break we'll grab coffee," you rolled your eyes at his promise but knew you needed the caffeine.
Getting to know Officer Grayson, Dick, was surprisingly rewarding. He had years of experience and hundreds of stories that had you folded over from laughter. But there was something you were begging to learn more about, someone rather.
"Have you worked with Robin much?" your question broke the calm silence. Dick's eyes shone with some sort of pride, "I have, yeah. Good kid. Cold as hell but a damn good hero." and you nodded in reply, although cold wasn't exactly the way you'd describe Robin.
Dick's eyes lit up at something behind you, he shot up out of his cafe chair and said "look what the cat dragged! Glad to see you lil bro!" A loud enough exclamation that you turned around and locked eyes with a boy with jet black hair and piercing green eyes. The boy stood stunned at the door, starring at you and Dick before slowly approaching, eyes trained to yours before Dick pulled him into a hug. Immediately, he pushed himself out of Dick's embrace with a scowl, you couldn't help but grin at the reaction.
"Y/N meet Damian, Dames this is Y/N she's an intern at the office! Damian has classes over here so I figured we'd catch him during our break!" Dick babbled as he forcefully guided Damian into the seat next to him. Damian looked almost stunned, eyes flicking between you and his brother.
You broke Dick's rambling saying "Hi! You're a student too?" and he nodded slowly, glancing between you and Dick. "Studying what?" you tried to guide the conversation but he interrupted:
"You live in the area?"
"Nope, Gotham."
"Oh, me too." was all Damian muttered before his name was called, and he shot up, mumbling a "nice to meet you" and giving Dick another glare. Dick just grinned in response and the two of you soon headed back to the office.
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"You had no right to do that!" Damian's roar was echoing in the cave that night. He'd just finished throwing almost everything on his person at Dick who was still uncontrollably laughing.
"C'mon Dames, were you just gonna visit your soulmate every once and a while on a rooftop for the rest of your life? Make a move lil bro. You're Bruce's kid you've got to have some game!" Dick teased back before a stray batarang was lobbed towards him.
"I've got it handled." Damian retorted angrily.
"Fine. fine. But blame Tim cuz he's the one who snitched on the rooftop hookups." Dick cooed before ducking out of the room to avoid further assault. Another screech filled the cave.
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A few nights later, you were perched on the rooftop once again. This time you didn't have nearly enough work, but were hoping a certain distraction would stick around this time.
And he did.
"Hey" his voice was soft, and your head rose from your book to smile into the shadows.
"Hi! Whatcha got?" you noticed the silhouette was holding something.
"Come see." you could hear his chest rumbling. You felt like you were floating towards the thick railing of the rooftop.
And there he was again. Holding a sketchpad.
"You brought drawings!" you cooed, grinning as he inched closer, leather gloves flipping pages as you drank in the beautiful sketches, watercolours, and poems that filled the pages.
"What do you think?" he whispered, you swore warmth was vibrating off of him, just a few inches away from each other.
"They're beautiful" you quietly replied. He flipped another page, and it was a pencil sketch of you half asleep in your studies, on the rooftop. "From the other night!" you giggled, delicately tracing the sketch with your pinky. Robin drew a sharp breath, loud enough that your eyes were drawn up to his domino mask.
"I've got one more sketch to show you. But, I fear you won't like it." his head dropped slightly, his gloved hand toying with the bottom of the paper, as if debating whether or not to flip it.
"I'll be okay! Promise." you nudged his shoulder, holding up your pinky, a true promise, and a dangerous solution to the question making you dizzy standing next to him.
He shook his head, "look first, promise after" to which you nodded, dropping your hand and eyes to the paper.
As the page turned, you couldn't help but gasp. On the last page of the sketchbook, in the most intricate detail, were two hands. Pinky's locked.
"Take your glove off." you shot your gaze back to the hero.
"Wait." he took a step back.
You took one forward, reaching for the glove yourself.
Back again. "Y/N, wait." you froze at your name on his tongue.
"You and I both know what's under my glove, but I'm giving you an out. I've sat here for months thinking about doing this, wanting to do this. But, you deserve someone who doesn't throw their life away, who can be there for you, someone who isn't... isn't me" he gestured to his outfit, stocked with weapons.
"Who can be there for me? You've protected me more than anyone else in my life. Someone who deserves me? I'm not a trophy, I'm, I'm your soulmate."
"I know, but-" he began but you weren't finished:
"All I deserve, is someone who can love me. Can you do that?" you closed the distance, and he didn't back away.
"It's all I've ever done." he whispered. Delicately, you reached for his hand. He let you draw it from his side, holding desperately still as you peeled the glove from his left hand. And there, in the same pattern as yours, stood his mark.
"You promise?" you gave a small smile, holding up your pinky for the final time.
"Always." he closed the distance, locking your hands together as a warmth like you'd never felt spread through your hand, dancing up your arm, and bursting in your chest.
"Oh my god do you feel that?" you asked breathlessly, your right hand touching your chest.
He nodded, letting your hands drop as his right hand tilted your chin up, your eyes once again meeting a mask.
"I never thought I'd ever do this" his voice was soft, drinking in your closeness to him.
"I would've found you" you said with a grin, you had always had the sixth sense that Robin's visits to your study sessions were more than patrol.
He scoffed, "yeah my brother was gonna make sure of it."
"Your brother?" you dug deeper, fighting the itch to reach up for the mask he wore, your heart begging to see his eyes.
You felt him tug his pinky from yours, "I suppose a promise is a promise." he reached up for you, pulling the mask from his face as familiar green eyes met yours.
"Oh. My god." your jaw dropped, fitting the puzzle together.
"I guess the universe decided I was taking too long and put Richard Grayson on job. I must apologize for the coffee shop, I wasn't expecting to see my Gothamite soulmate seated across from my brother, in Bludhaven. " he sighed, eyes twinkling. You laughed in agreement.
"Quite the wingman" you mused.
Damian nodded, closing the distance as he said "don't ever tell him, but I'm thinking he was right all along" before pressing his lips to yours.
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Weeks later you were far less sleep deprived, still loving your job in Bludhaven. Especially because a certain student was always waiting to pick you up for the ride home.
"Hi Dames!" you strolled up to your now boyfriend, pressing a kiss to his cheek while he locked your pinky in his, the two of you strolling towards the cafe that has become your shared favorite place. Settling down in a booth, you both fell into routine: sketching and studying while enjoying the other's presence.
A crazy few weeks, a huge change to your life, but a good one nonetheless. You had to hand it to-
"I knew you lovebirds would be here!" The bell on the cafe door rang, drawing you and Damian out of your focus. Damian rolled his eyes with a scoff and you gave Dick a wave.
Dick was stroll strutting around, "call me cupid the way I matched you two up!" he crooned.
Damian dryly replied, "Richard we are quite literally soulmates." but the oaf wasn't listening, too busy pretending to shoot you both with an invisible bow "cupid style".
You smiled to yourself, if only Dick knew how grateful you and Damian were to have each other... thank to him.
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A/N: pure fluff for your timeline <3 hope you enjoyed!
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igotanidea · 3 months
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Family rules: Damian Wayne x reader
Christmas bingo day 23 : midnight kiss
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The first time she truly understood the meaning of the proverb heart over mind was on a school trip in September.
He was just standing by the wall, doing nothing except staring into space with those piercing green eyes.
Such pretty eyes
Such devilish, snake eyes.
Acting like he was who knows who.
Arrogant, cold, keeping his distant, rough, self-absorbed, not caring about anything or anyone.
Just like his father.
Damian Wayne.
***
Y/N had the misfortune of being born into a technological company family. Obviously she didn’t know it when she was a kid, but the word Wayne was inflected in her home on all occasions.
Wayne this, Wayne that...
 sort of spell or- more likely - a curse.
Damn it!
She was 12 when she gathered enough courage to ask her father what this was about. A mistake she only made once, cause even the mention of the Bruce Wayne and his famous, profitable company made her father see red.
That's how she found about the on-going competition between her father and Damian's one.
Obviously it was not like she was excluded from family rules and allowed to live in a bubble. Y/N was supposed to hate the entire Wayne family, the progenitor, his adopted kids and everyone who even came close to them. The only blood son included.
The only problem?
Said blood son was attending the same school, the same class as Y/N was. Which meant a lot of time spend together.
And you just command a teenager to do something and hope they'll listen. It's pretty much impossible, if not foolish belief.
***
In her defence - she tried.
She really tried to hate Damian.
But for five years, his name has been coming to her from every way on every occasion.
Wayne this, Wayne that.
Damn it!!
She could tear her hair out in utter desperation. How was she supposed to not think about him when all the world seemed to be dead set to remind her of his existence.
Of his stupid, unnecessary existence.
With his stupid, idiotic smile and his ridiculous handsome face and infuriating behaviour and the tendency to just be mean all the fucking time.
The internal fight between what she felt and how she acted made her clench her fist and grit her teeth every time Damian came into her view. The little bastard has been doing it on purpose just to see her flustered and enraged. It was like he was trying this best to show his superiority and just rub it into her face.
„L/N.”
„The hell you want Wayne?”
„Will you be attending this year’s New Year's Eve?”
„Will I what now?” she raised her gaze, unable to hide the confusion.
„want me to spell it out for you or something”?”
„Hm.” she muttered „I had no idea you knew how to do that Wayne.”
„I;m only telling you because I know you have problems with reading.”
„Clearly you have a problem with understanding simple things.”
„What I understand is that your father was left out when the invitations were being send. Are you finally going bankrupt”
„You little piece of-!” before she could stop herself her palm met with his cheek with a loud slap.
Shit.
He got exactly what he wanted. Provoked her and got the awaited reaction. She exposed herself, cause acting so dramatically only proved her contradictory, violent emotions he evoked in her.
„Nice one. Didn’t think you had it in you.” he wiped the little drop of blood she drew with her nails.
„Trust me I had it in me ever since you invaded the class.”
„I’ll let you make it even when you invade Wayne Manor for the party.”
„Though you said my family wasn’t invited?”
„It’s a charitable thing to open the door for the poor. I’ll see to it personally.”
„Such a generosity on your part, Mr. Wayne.” she rolled her eyes. „You can take your fake bounty and shove it up-”
„I can’t wait till you meet Todd. You two have so much in common.”
„Your older brother? Yeah, from what I heard you two have quite a rocky relationship. Maybe we’ll gang up on you.”
„Can’t wait.” Damian laughed dryly and with a mischievious glint in his eyes walked away not bothering to say another word.
***
„I;m not going.”
„You;re going.”
„I am so not going!”
„You don’t have a say in the matter!”
„Last year you said that new year’s party is not a place for kids!”
„You’re not a kid!”
„I’m 17! I;m a kid!”
„You ran away from home few months ago. You’re not a kid. You’re going. End of discussion.”
„If I’m not a kid then how come I can’t make a decision on this?” she smiled at her father with absolutely innocent eyes, pointing out all the holes in his logic.
Well-
He didn’t take her defiance in a good way.
Almost dragging her to the wayne manor, but dragging nevertheless.
***
Vomiting.
That’s how she felt entering the place,
Running away.
That’s how she felt walking up the steps and being thrown to the sharks when all the gazes landed on her and her father.
Hiding.
That’s how she felt when the gravity of being judged only based on her clothes and outlook sunk in.
Instead Y/N was forced to fake a smile, dance and do the rounds pretending to have fun.
All for the glory and good publicity of her father’s company.
Worst part?
He has been watching.
Like a predator in the darkness, waiting to strike when she was least suspecting it.
„Mr L/N.” Damian crept behind the girl and her father and she was sure he only did it on purpose to startle her. „Would you mind if I steal your daughter for a dance.
The tragicomic of the situation was truly poetic.
Her father went pale. Then red. His jaw got tense. Then loose. And then he smiled forcefully nodding his head, unable to say the dreaded yes. Apparently being torn between the devil (his daughter dancing with the son of his archenemy) and the deep blue sea (offending the host) was too much to handle.,
Too bad, Y/N had no chance to object or get away before Damian led her to the dancefloor.
„It’s not XVIth century Wayne, women can make their own decisions.” she hissed not really happy about his hands circling around her waist.
„Then run away if that’s what you want. I dare you.”
„I’m not going to make a scene here!”
„thought so.” he chuckled, capably leading her in the dance.
„what the hell is that supposed to mean!?”
„absolutely nothing.”
„I’ve known you for five years. There’s never nothing with you Damian.”
‘You used my name, Y/N.”
‘And you repeated my mistake.”
„Maybe it’s not a mistake?” he pulled her slightly closer, causing her to let out an involuntarily gasp. „I’m just saying-”
„I’m supposed to hate you.” she whispered making a turn and then a swirl
„So you don’t.” this was not a question but a statement, his hands trembling slightly. It was hard for him to keep the attitude while dealing with a whirlwind inside. He was 17 and liked a girl, having no idea how to behave to not make a fool out of himself, get embarrassed and lose in her eyes.
„don’t let it get into your head.” she whispered pressing herself closer to his body. They were dancing and it was only because of that.
„Me?” Damian smiled but it came unnoticed due to her head leaning on his shoulder „I think you’re the one who’s fantasising.”
„You sure you’re not hoping for a midnight kiss?” she mocked
„Are you?”
„no.”
„me neither.”
Bruce and f/n were carefully watching their kids.
Damian and Y/n couldn’t care less.
Family drama and conflicts seemed light years away at that moment.
 Future could be figured out later.
Part 2: moment of weakness
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forestsxcieti · 9 months
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he was not prepared for this photo!
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innerwomen · 1 month
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You accept requests for Damian Wayne? I was super happy when I saw that you do! I really love your blog theme and your writing is really good. This is my first time requesting, so I'm really sorry if I'm doing this wrong.
It's where Damian and Reader are already married. Reader decided to prank Damian. Reader is visiting Damian at his big fancy office, Wayne Industries. When basically the desk lady comes in with a huge bouquet and say's it's for, "Y/n" and obviously Damian is like mad. He's not mad at Reader he's just mad someone doesn't know Y/n is taken. He's going berserk. And then Y/n tells him it's just a prank.
I hope you have/had a great day!!
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Oh my god- anon you’re so freaking sweet; and you did a great request I love it so much! Thank you. I hope you enjoyed it, I really loved writing it for you! 💗💗💗
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They’re lovely! I hate them.
Paring: Damien x (female) reader
TYPE: ask!
WARNINGS: cursing.
Reminder: if you have any characters you want to write a request for, check my Masterlist to see if I write for them and then send the ask in! I love writing for a variety of character.
Help: F/F - favorite flower. L/N - last name.
Things have gotten pretty, predictable, in your life lately, to say the least. Once the ‘honeymoon’ faze faded, and you and your husband had gotten into a regular routine, things have gotten very mundane. Boring if you were being bold.
It wasn’t that the marriage was any of these things, goodness no, just, the living in it. You just wanted a little more spontaneity from life than what you were getting. So… what’s a little prank going to do? Oh, a lot. A lot a lot, especially to a man like your husband, Damien.
Now it wasn’t a secret that your husband was a very stern person or that he was very planned… organized… basically; he didn’t like things that he didn’t schedule or predict for. Which you loved about him; but which you were also going to take slight advantage of.
Every Friday you visited Damien at Wayne Enterprises, both of you had lunch together, it had become something you both looked forward to since no other week day would you see each other before nine P.M. This Friday was the perfect day to do the prank; because Damien had no meetings.
You were a little scared to do the prank at the beginning but, hey, you only live once and death comes for us all, you possible sooner than most because of this.
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When you walked through the double doors of the multi-story building, you were instantly recognized by the receptionist sitting behind the big obsidian desk in the middle of the room.
“Mrs. Wayne! Hello! Good to see you, Mr.Wayne should be on his way down now. I’ll let him know you’re here.” She kindly says as she begins to pick up the phone and dial Damien’s floor before you can even say ‘Hello’ back.
It wasn’t long until you heard the ‘ding’ from the elevator signaling its doors to open, Damien walking out and smiling once he sees you. “Y/n, my love, how has your day been?” He asks as he greets you with a kiss and his hand on the small of your back.
“Absolutely wonderfully pleasant. And yours?” You ask as you just imagine what is about to go down in this poor innocent lobby.
“Better now that you’re here. What do you want for lunch? Craving anything, my love?” He asks as he begins conjuring up names of Cafés and Restaurants.
Just as you both decided on where to spend your afternoon break together, a delivery man comes in with a buque of your favorite flowers. A bundle of around two hundred of them. The man places them on the desk in front of the receptionist and asks for signature.
Damien, confused by the delivery asks the man, “Excuse me, to whom are those for? I didn’t order them.” He assumed that’s someone significant other order it for them and they worked here.
The man looks at his papers, “To a, Y/n L/n?”
You had to keep a neutral face or your cover would be blown, but Damien’s face almost made you laugh, his brows knitted together in confusion and you could see him biting his cheek inside his mouth, a sign of anger. “Who is the sender?” He asks, teeth gritting. You were sure the cherry on the top was the use of your surname and not ‘Wayne’ for your last name.
The delivery man looks up, bored, “It’s an anonymous sender. We don’t have a name or an address.” The man then pressed forward a pen and a paper with a dotted line.
“I’m not signing that! It’s from someone trying to get my wife, my wife.” Damien says with ultimate disgust.
The man then hands you the pen and paper, asking for your signature. You look up at Damien who is giving you the biggest ‘what are you about to do’ look you’ve ever seen, then you remember, whats a little bit of drama?
….
You signed for the flowers.
The man leaves, leaving the flower behind and Damien is in absolute shock, disgust, and anger. “Who the hell is sending my wife flowers?!” He asks to no one in particular. “And your favorite ones at that, this creep knows you!”
“This is weird…I don’t know anyone who likes me romantically.” You say trying to act the part.
Damien grabs the flowers and rereads the note attached to it, “To Y/n L/n. Y/n L/n! Do they not know you married? Fucking married!”
“Well, you can’t deny they are lovely flowers.” You say as you look at the buque of F/F, admiring its aroma and color
“They are lovely….” Damien mimics you then says, “I hate them!” He couldn’t believe someone had the actual audacity to send his wife, in his work place, flowers only he should be giving to her. “You’d think with a different last name and a rock on you finger, people would know your married!”
You could see Damien’s wheel turning trying to think of someone, trying to put a name and face behind the gift of flowers. “It doesn’t matter, Damien. It’s just flowers.”
“Doesn’t matter?! Flowers now, a whole ass proposal next! Your married. People shouldn’t be doing this type of shit!” He then calls in his assistant and says, “Find out where these flowers are from! I want the florist, recipe, address and names!” He then hands off the bundle to the man.
You decided to come clean, once the assistant left, “Hey baby, I think I know who those flowers are from…”
At hearing that Damien’s eyes wide, “Who, Y/n?”
“The person who sent them was, me.” You smile, coyly, evilly in Damien’s eyes.
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“Man, baby, you were ready to kill someone weren’t you?” You couldn’t hold it in anymore and began laughing, not at Damien’s reaction, you found it kinda hot, but just the situation in general.
Seeing you laugh, and realizing this was a joke on him, Damien relaxed, “My love, I was ready to beat a bastard down.” He then suddenly grabbed you by the waist, “You know what made me furious?”
There was barely any distance between the two of you, your heartbeat beginning to quicken, “What…?”
His grip on your waist tightens as he presses your body against his, “The thought of someone not knowing you are mine.” He then pulls you in and kisses you.
For anyone who didn’t know the relationship between the two of you…. They did now.
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kumori-suwan · 1 year
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Batboys Scenarios: When They Find You Alive After Your Fake Death
Featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne
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Dick Grayson
No one is aware of your undercover mission, only Bruce is aware and he silently watches as Dick deteriorates from his broken heart. He has half a mind to tell him you’re alright but Dick would compromise the mission in hopes of seeing if it were true. Days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months, before anyone knows it almost a whole year passes since your death. Dick never recovers, becoming an empty shell that only seeks vengeance. It’s only during a rage fueled patrol that Dick comes across you, while he’s beating thugs that we’re trafficking young girls in BludHaven. It’s in the midst of it all that he meets your eyes, those beautiful soft eyes that he loved so much. You hesitate to join him and he knows that and rushes towards you with a newfound passion, beating all those that stand in his way until he’s just feet apart from you.
“(Y/n)? Baby is that you?”, he’s hysterical, practically shaking as he reaches out for you, “It is. It is you, oh my god. I can’t believe it, baby.”
Your boss is watching you know it, so you play innocent, pretending to smile and fall into his arms. Nightwing can’t help but smile with joy to the sight of you but he’s let his guard down so much that the moment you drive a swinging kick to his head he passes out on contact.
“Nice work there girly! Knew adding you to the team would benefit me eventually.”, your boss cackled.
You stepped on Nightwing’s unconscious back and smiled up at your boss, “Told you I was more than just a fine piece of ass.”, you chuckled, “I’ll get rid of the trash, no point making you lift anymore fingers because of this idiot.”
Your boss chuckled and nodded letting you drag the young hero away to an unknown alley, you lay him down on his back and check his head immediately for any bleeding you may have caused. Your tough character breaks immediately and you begin to cry over your poor ex-fiancé, he looks so tired but he was so happy to see you.
“Oh Dick I’m so sorry.”, you sobbed, “Baby I’m so so sorry.”
You press several kisses to his lips before turning on his emergency beacon. It sends an immediate alert to the rest of the Batfamily that he needs help so you know he’ll be okay.
“Just a bit longer hun, I’m almost finished.”
You press one more kiss to his lips before wrapping his fingers around your engagement ring, that you had protected ever since your fake death. You disappear into the night and once Dick has recovered in the Batcave he lashes out at his adoptive father. Driving his fist square into his left cheek for hiding the fact that you were alive!
“She’s on mission because of you isn’t she? How could you do this to me? To us? We were supposed to be married and you fucked it all up!”, Dick screamed, forcing his brothers to pin him to the ground.
Your ring rolls out of his hand and he’s quick to elbow Jason in the face to get him off his back and chase after it. Once he has it safely in his hands again he takes a deep breath and tries to relax.
“Two more weeks. Just two more weeks and she’ll come back, what you two do after that is beyond me. She doesn’t expect you to forgive her but she was the only person we could send on this mission to bust this trafficking ring.”, Bruce explained.
Dick can’t believe what he’s hearing, to have put you through such danger for some stupid arrest that anyone could’ve done was unbelievable. He shook his head, nothing but pain flashing in his eyes as he ran away from his family. He needed to see you again, he needed to bring you home right this instance but he wouldn’t find you, you were long gone with your crew. For another two weeks you were pretending to help this trafficking ring with their kidnapping and sales of young women from all over the globe until one night it was all over. Several buyers were indeed League members waiting for you signal to attack and finish this. Once you had incapacitated the ring leader, you placed the highest bet on a horrified young girl but it was truly the signal for the League members to attack. In just a few short hours all the women had been saved and all involved were arrested and extradited back to Gotham for trial.
Batman met your eyes and simply nodded, silently telling you that you could finally go home. You nodded and disappeared once more heading back to Gotham. You returned home to your apartment only to see Nightwing sitting in your living room, back to the door as he waited for you to return.
“Dick?”, you called, body shaking in fear of what he’d say to you.
He stood up and turned to you, seeing how guilty and scared you were. Once again he was feet away from you but this time you stayed out, letting him take his time and reach out to you. “How are you still alive?”, he asks.
“I-I have a meta gene, I have a healing factor that keeps me from dying. As long as my heart isn’t affected in any way I can heal.”, you explain, staring down at your feet in shame as tears begin to fill your eyes.
“Did you plan that bombing at the restaurant?”
You shake your head, “That was Wonder Woman and Bruce.”
“Do you have any idea how much pain I’ve been through because I thought you died?”, Dick’s voice grows louder and you flinch, a sign of trauma from your mission.
Just a tears begin to spill from your eyes he’s scooped you up into his arms. You can’t believe what he’s doing but you don’t question it, you hug him back just as tight crying out his name. He holds you for dear life, kissing the side of your head over and over again, he missed you so much and now that you were back he couldn’t bring himself to let go of you.
“I fucking missed you.”, He sobs, burying his nose into your soft hair, taking in your soothing scent that he missed so much.
He holds you close and refuses to let go again, “I’m sorry but I’m okay. If you don’t want to be with me anymore I get it I-“, Dick doesn’t let you finish that sentence.
He kisses you square on the lips and refuses to let you say anything else as he carries you off to the room. You both shed off the year of separation and angst in that single night but go unseen for more than a week. Dick doesn’t report to work or patrol as he takes a break with you, filling you in on everything you’ve missed and listening to everything you did while you were gone. Your engagement ring has been returned to your delicate hand and he kisses it every chance he gets because now, now you were all his.
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Jason Todd
The man responsible for your death, celebrates triumphantly in the secret cave spring that settles just outside his cliff side mansion. His deals have left him filthy rich with dirty money and he could care less. While he shares another bottle of champagne with his two women he’s unaware of the danger lurking nearby, the monstrous scaly humanoid stalking him has finally tracked him down and there was no where for him to run.
“Those dumb heroes didn’t know what hit them when I was done with them. If they hadn’t gotten in my way that has-been would probably still be alive.”, he cackled taking another sip of his glasses until he notices a reflection in his drink.
He turns around and the scaly mouth opens into a jagged grin, flames spilling from its mouth as a giggle echoes in the cave.
“That has-been just tracked you down.”, you giggled, large taloned hands quickly grasping the man by his throat until all he could do was scream in fear.
“Kill it! Kill it, guards where the fuck are you? Kill it!”, he screams in a panic as you carry him out of the cave and dangle him over the edge of the cliff.
He screams in fear, digging his nails into your wrist to cling to you, “No no anything but this!”, he squeals.
The sinister giggle that leave your throat almost sounds equal to that of Harley Quinn’s but you play nice, “I’ll give you two options fuckface. One turn yourself into the police, or two you die here!”
The man squeals and begs you to release him but it’s all an act, you see in the reflection of his eyes that one of the women from the cave now holds a gun to your head. You sigh is disappointment and turn to the woman, “Guess I have my answer.”, you say letting go of her boss.
You crush the gun in you bare hand easily thanks to the strength of your meta gene and quickly fall of the cliff to capture the crying naked man but someone else gets to him before you. It doesn’t take long for you to find out who took your prey but seeing his helmet was just what you needed to pull yourself out of your berserk state. Your body slowly cools down, scales flaking off until your human face is back again, you quickly rush towards the screams and find your target being choked in the air by Red Hood himself.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve thinking you were gonna die without giving me back her body! Where the fuck did you take it? Give it back right now or I swear I’ll put a bullet through your pathetic fucking skull!”, Red Hood growls, already cocking his gun and pointing it between the man’s eyes.
“P-Please don’t kill me! I didn’t take her body I swear! I-I thought it blew up!”, the man cried, begging for his miserable life.
Red Hood simply squeezed the man’s neck tighter, “It took me six fucking months to track down a Lazarus pit and now you’re claiming you didn’t take her body! You took your monster back so why didn’t you take her?”, he growled.
“That thing was worth a lot more then some shitty woman.”
Red Hood gets angrier listening to that response, “Wrong answer.”, he huffs pulling the trigger, but the bullet never reaches the man.
A scaly hand covers the muzzle of the gun, taking the bullet right into your palm. Your scales have returned over your head and face and the man faints from fear, Red Hood drops the target and his gun, pulling another from his holster and pointing it at the scaly humanoid before him. He watches carefully as the creature puts its hands up, like it’s surrendering and watches as the scales fall again revealing your sweet face. Jason can’t believe it, a muffled gasp resonating from his helmet once he’s laid his eyes on you.
“Hey Jay.”, you smile weakly at him, fully expecting him to be furious with you.
To your surprise he drops his gun and rushes towards you, tackling you to the ground and leaving you breathless from the impact. His arms are wrapped tightly around your waist as he simply holds you unable to process what’s going on. You can hear police sirens in the distance and panic realizing you’ll both be caught, “Jay baby, we gotta get up come on. We gotta move.”, you speak ever so softly to him but he doesn’t seem to process what you say.
You smack his back, trying to pull him from his daze as the sirens get closer. You beg him to move before you’re both caught, you can’t help but almost cry as you scream, “Let’s go home!”
That seems to finally pull him out of his train of thought, Jason eyes the police cars coming closer and scoops you up to your feet. Gloved hand wrapped tightly around your wrist as he lead the way and ran, before you knew it Jason had lead you to his motercycle that he’d hidden away nearby. He scooped you onto it quickly and sped off leaving your target to the mercy of the police. You rode away in silence, unsure of what to expect next but the choked sobs were a clear indication that Jason was just happy to have you back. Once you’d arrived at one of his safe houses almost an hour away from cliff sides Jason carried you to the bedroom. Crushing you under his weight, Jason pinned you to the bed, body trembling from the intense emotions he was feeling. Your delicate hands gently removed his helmet, revealing his tear stained face, his eyes were dark from the bags under them, his face sunken in and thin, you could only imagine the pain he’d put himself through.
“Oh Jason.”, you sighed, leaning up to kiss his chapped lips.
You weren’t sure when the questions would come up or when he’d get angry with you for hiding your metagene, but right now all you wanted to do was kiss his pain away and after six long months apart it seemed like the right thing to do.
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Tim Drake
John Constantine is utterly amused as he exhales a puff of nicotine into the face of the demon he’s just captured. The creature is completely chained and cursing his very existence but he knows there’s something different about this creature, he recites a spell that exorcises the demon from its host and watches as a young girl falls to the cold wet ground of the abandoned subway tunnel.
“Well I’ll be damned, it’s host was alive. That breed of demon usually only possesses dead corpses.”, Constantine chuckles leaning down to check on the girl, to his shock you are barely breathing and bullet scars litter your skin, “Christ you’re barely hanging on.”
He tosses his cigarette into a nearby puddle and recites one last spell to heal your wounds and bring you back from Limbo. You fall into a deep sleep and Constantine huffs in annoyance realizing that now he has to take care of you but he notices something that peeks his interest. A special symbol very few could get their hands on.
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Batman arrives at Constantine’s home with the help of Zatanna and is utterly unamused to see the man he could definitely call a thorn in his side.
“Lose something Batsy?”, John chuckles moving aside to show your sleeping form on the couch.
Batman shows actual shock instead of his normal brooding frown, he pushes John aside and hesitantly cups your cheeks as if seeing if you’re real.
“Where did you-how? We thought she was dead.”, Batman asks, pulling away from you as you stirred awake.
John explains how he found your possessed body and how he healed you, you’re alive and well thanks to him. (E/c) hues silently watch the two heroes bickering before you and despite the haze you recall the last memories you had and begin to cry from the fear that once had control over you. Batman notices and quickly assures you that everything is alright, “I think it’s time to take you home. There’s someone waiting for you.”, the masked hero mutters quietly.
You aren’t aware of the months that had passed since your supposed death, or how your death practically destroyed a family, but now everything was made right again. Batman leaves you just outside the Wayne Manor, how he knew of your relationship with this family was beyond you but you walked past the open gates and slowly made your way to the front door. Each step triggering another memory as you neared the door, you’re at the bottom stairs when you hear the door slam open. There he is, raven hair longer and messier then before, blue eyes tired and brimming with tears, and nothing but pure shock written over his face.
“Tim?”, you ask, a bit puzzled by his new appearance.
He’s shaking where he stands, he can’t seem to move despite you being right there. You feel a strong burn against your forehead and flinch in pain, your soft hand brushes away your bangs showing the scar from the bullet hole that killed you, that’s what finally makes him move. He rushes towards you, almost tumbling down the staircase, and throws his arms around your shoulder as he holds you. Tim begins to cry against your shoulder, burying his face into your neck as your shaky arms wrap around him to hold him. He sobs your name and kisses you like it would be his last time. One by one each family member of the Wayne Family emerges, crying and thanking your return.
Tim’s whole body shakes against yours, knees growing weak from the overwhelming emotions bubbling inside of him. You settle on the ground with him, holding him tighter to ground him to life.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I let you get hurt like this. I failed you. I didn’t protect you, I’m the worst.”, he whispers just loud enough for you to hear.
You hum without speaking a word and kiss the exposed skin of his neck. “I’m okay now. Probably traumatized but okay.”, you admit in a weak voice.
Tim nods, finally showing you his face, he gently rests his forehead against yours and takes a deep relieving breath. You smile and steal a kiss from him only to have him chase after you again when you pull away. His brothers tease and gag to the display before them before picking you both up and dragging you inside to celebrate your return. Tim doesn’t leave your side after that, he won’t ever let you go through that experience again for as long as he lived!
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Damian Wayne
Perhaps it was his pedigree that drove Damian to revert back to his old ways, having failed to protect you left him permanently broken. His way of coping with grief was self destructive, he refused to eat or sleep, became angrier then before, and trained nonstop even through the searing pain of his screaming muscles and tired body. Damian was no fool, he knew his mother had the location of a Lazarus Pit but he also knew that she’d mold you into the perfect weapon against him and when that day came then he’d let you kill him. He failed you and in a way that was the only way he thought he could redeem himself. Yet there was no sight of his mother, for months the League of Assassins disappeared. Smaller threat’s occupied the time of the Titans but Damian couldn’t see the point of being a hero anymore.
“I’m going out on patrol.”, he sighed leaving the tower without another word to his team.
As he sped through the streets of Jump City all he could seem to think of was you. In a bittersweet way Damian did want to see you one last time, at least before his mindset drove him to a darker place. As if on cue he noticed a hooded woman from the rooftop of a nearby building, the woman shot at him from her spot, destroying his motorcycle. He landed a few feet away and scoffed in disgust, within seconds his grappling hook carried him to the rooftop the woman was waiting on. She hopped away, his mother appearing next to her.
“Please don’t tell me you did it.”, Damian growls.
“Now Damian, I had warned you before that loving someone was a weakness. A weakness that any good assassin would utilize in order to kill their target. You need to rid yourself of that weakness and she is here to help you do that.”, Thalia scolded her son in a stern voice, pulling down the hood on the girl that revealed your dazed state.
“The pit did bring her back to life but the residual effects of the poison destroyed most of her mind. She neither feels pain nor can speak, she is but a mere shell of who she once was.”
Damian’s eyes blurred beneath his mask, the very thought of you before him made his heart hurt. He couldn’t do this, even if it cost him his life. Thalia ordered you to attack and in an instant you were face to face with your old lover. Damian blocked your attack with the scabbard of his sword, you pushed him back with several punches and kicks but he refused to attack. His mother was unimpressed, she glared at her son for failing her expectations and threw you a gun that you quickly caught. You fired a bullet, leaving Damian stunned before you, you’d just missed his ear but the ringing left him momentarily deaf. Damian stared into your lifeless eyes and get the tears spill from his own.
“I’m sorry beloved.”, he whimpered, closing his eyes as you pressed the gun to his head.
Thalia frowned and shook her head ordering you to kill him, and you did fire but the bullet wasn’t aimed at him, you had turned around and aimed it at Thalia. The bullet pierced her right shoulder, leaving her screaming in pain, you began to chuckle and then laughed.
“You should never let your guard down Thalia. Any good assassin should know that.”, you teased, turning to her.
“How are yo-“
You stuck your tongue out at her, and hugged Damian before leaning forward and tumbling off the building with him. Thalia expected you both dead but she only watched as you both swung away into the night. Damian carried you off to a random alleyway before setting you down, only to have you tackle him into a kiss.
“I’ve missed you so much! You know your mom talks way to much about control and power.”, you huffed, kissing him again.
His gloved hands cup your cheeks to keep you still and you smile as you lean into his touch. “H-How are you-“
“Not a zombie? I have a metagene, basic healing factor, just didn’t activate fast enough since my body had never been attacked by a poison like that before. Your mom tossed me in a Lazarus pit but it didn’t heal anything and I pretended to be a mindless idiot.”, you hummed, removing his mask so you could see his pretty emerald eyes.
Damian’s heart finally relaxes and he can’t help but laugh at that fact that you played his mother like a fiddle. You cup his face in your palms and lean forward stealing another kiss while his hands slide down your body to your hips to hold you.
“Let’s go home, I’m pretty sure I need a bath and I’m starving.”, you whine.
Damian chuckles, realizing that he could honestly use the same, “Yeah, let’s go home Habibti.”
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bomber-grl · 5 months
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A winter night with Damian Wayne
CW: reader is really lovey dovey and embarrassingly bold
Authors note: I’m aware it’s barely October , I want winter neow
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It had never occurred to you how sensitive Damian was to the cold until he knocked on your door a few days ago, requesting to cuddle on your bed. Now,a week later you hear a knock at your door.
You get up from your bed, going from laying to sitting upright.”who is it?” You call out.
Without a second thought the door swings wide open.“Who else?” Damian says this with a very annoyed tone, almost enough to make you laugh considering his wild bed hair and the Jammie’s that he’s in.
Still you choose silence over him getting upset over being teased.
“Bad dream?” You asked. “No” he replied and then crawled onto the bed and besides you as if it were his own.
You choose to ask another question, “cold?” He glared at you and answers “here.” He grabs your hands and places them on his face, they’re freezing. “Does that answer your question, I always come here because you’re so warm.
“Really?” That’s the reason you come and visit me at night? Not any other reason? You ask this knowing the only reason he ever comes late at night is to cuddle and bask in your affection, still it doesn’t hurt to tease, right?
“Shut up before I leave” he says this but you know damn well he wouldn’t (🤭)
“Sureee… well here” you grab the other blanket and cover Damian with it.
He snuggled in next to you and intertwined your legs with one another, he faces you and begins telling you random things that happened throughout his day despite his very indifferent reactions to your affection.
“ Yknow, I saw this super obese squirrel, it was honestly concerning. why would people continue feeding it when it’s already obese?
Gosh you love him.
Well soon he quiets down and it kinda concerns you. However, before you get the chance to ask he says something.
“Yknow, I did have a nightmare. I know I denied it when you had asked but I actually did. I was also cold, so that wasn’t a complete lie.”
You face him, “do you want to tell me about it?”
He visibly hesitates but then continues, “something…not so good happened to you and me.”
He doesn’t elaborate, and you pull him into a hug. You don’t say anything and just hold him, and although you don’t know it, he really appreciates it.
You pull away “hey Damian, you smell really good yknow? Especially your hair.” He laughs.
Oh his laugh
“Shut up you weirdo” he says this while stifling his laugh. Thank goodness you brought the mood up again.
“Hey Damian”
“What is it?”
“I really really like you” you say this, emphasizing the “really”. Damian’s face was hilarious, although it was dark you could still see it through the moonlight creeping through the window.
To say he was hardly blushing would be a lie.
“Oh, shut up” he pushes you away and turns the other way, but then you grab him.
“Hey look at me”
“N-no get away!”
“Why not? Scared I’ll see your cute face!” This calls his attention and he turns to face you.
“I’m not cute whatsoever!” Now his eyebrows are furrowed accompanied by his very much blushing face.
You grab his hands and trap them “yes you are”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are”
“How?!” Damian’s totally falling for your teasing
“Well for starters you’re so cute that whenever I see you I just want to kiss you” you pull him closer.
You swear you hear him whisper something under his breath
“Huh? What’s you say?” You tease
He doesn’t even bother looking up at your eyes, instead he stays staring at your lips.
“I said, then why don’t you? Why don’t you just kiss me already?”
Now it was your turn to get flustered, and you’re not the only one. You guess that really took a Damian out since he now refuses to look at you.
“Really?” You ask just to make sure
“Yes!” He responds embarrassingly fast
You lean forward and you and Damian’s lips collide. He’s so stiff but as you continue kissing he loosens up with your lips against his you begin to hear him let out little pants in between, then you separate.
Damian’s cheeks are flushed and you can only imagine what you look like right now. You suddenly become aware of the time and look at it on your phone.
It’s already 3:00 a.m
“Hey Damian, I really liked our little make out sesh, if we can even call it that, but I think we really need to go mimis now” you show him the time.
“Yea alright…just one more?” He asks.
“Yea” you lean in and kiss him once more, neither of you miss how your lips lingered on his but neither of you mentions it.
He lays down on his back once again as do you, you get the blankets over the two of you and get comfortable.
You snuggle into Damian as he does to you, and you both go to bed with the comfort of each others warmth.
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You both wake up the next morning and when you go down into the dining room where all the batfam are Alfred asks you guys “sleep well?” Queue Tim bursting out laughing and everyone giving you knowing looks.
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Authors note hi guys! Hope you enjoyed and if there is any spelling mistakes feel free to point it out! :)
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certifiedredhoodlover · 4 months
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Love whatever you do
Damian Wayne x fem!reader request by: anonymous (prompt : carnival)
TW: teeth rotting fluff, Damian being head over heels for reader, pure sweetness.
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Damian hated carnivals. He hated the people there. Especially the ones dressed up as clowns. Why would anyone find this amusing and exciting?
Only reason he was going now was because you asked him to accompany you. He couldn’t say no to those round puppy eyes of yours. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t grumpy all the way to the carnival.
He thought he was too old for these childish events. So were you but he wasn’t going to tell you that of course. He knew you loved these and went to them every single year.
So there he was now sitting on the carousel beside you holding a stick of cotton candy. A grumpy expression graced his face, especially because of the Mickey ears you put on his head.
But his grumpy expression immediately melted into a soft smile when he saw you talking and laughing with a little girl that was sitting on a little porcelain horse beside you. Your laughter always brought his joy.
Getting off the carousel you both sat on a bench farther away from the crowd,eating your cotton candy. Feeling your stare burn the side of his face he turned to look at you. What caught him off guard was the soft kiss you laid on his lips.
“Thank you for doing this with me, even though you hate carnivals.” You whispered but he didn’t pay attention to what you said. His mind was clouded by the feeling of your lips on his. So he softly grabbed your face with both of his hands and kissed you.
He could feel you smile through the kiss. Breaking the kiss you both smiled at each other knowing this won’t be a one time thing.
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[Fluff fics will always be my favourite fics to read ever, especially Damian ones.]
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Ask me about my sins (and I'll tell you about my love)
carry me slowly, my sunlight (these colours, they fade for you only) - series masterlist here
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pairing: damian wayne x reader (gender neutral)
length: 1.8k
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff
warnings: the initial awkwardness of enemies to lovers who have JUST moved on to the lovers stage, there's a lil jealousy but it's smoothed over pretty easily
a/n: this is a bit of a longer one but whatever I hope y'all like it <3
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The galas Bruce Wayne holds may have become a normal occurrence for Damian, but the thought of them and everything they entail still makes something uneasy stir in your gut. Damian assures you that it's fine - that it's understandable. He stares intently in the mirror, straightening his suit as he speaks soothing words.
"You haven't been in Gotham for very long," he says. "No one expects you to adjust to life here immediately… and no one will demand you do anything you're not comfortable with. Ever. If you never go to one of these galas, that's fine with me."
You stare at the pattern of the wood floor in Damian's room, your hands bunching the covers of his bed where you sit as he moves to stand in front of you. He doesn't touch you - he's not sure enough, yet. This newfound peace between the two of you is still so fragile and neither of you know exactly how to navigate it yet. It pains him, though - he often finds himself wishing he could reach out, wishing there was something he could do to bridge the gap between the two of you.
"You've adapted to life outside of the League very well," you say quietly, a sharpness coating your words. There's an accusation there somewhere, maybe born of jealousy, maybe born of fear. Damian doesn't take the bait, though - another indicator of the ways in which he's grown since coming here. Another moment that leaves a bitterness on your tongue.
"No," he responds simply. "It's just that the years I spent learning this new life, you were… still back there. You knew me in the League and you know me now. There was an in-between that you just didn't see."
You don't respond to his words, a swirling sort of panic rising in your chest at the reminder that there was so much of him that you missed, so much of his life that you were so far away for. Damian kneels in front of you, tilting his head to lock his eyes with yours, a gentle love shining in his irises that makes you wish you could run away - again. 
"Please be here tonight when I get back?" he asks softly. "We can talk more about this then." You nod at his words and he reaches out slowly, taking your hand in his and pressing a series of delicate kisses to your knuckles. There are words neither of you can say yet, bridges neither of you are ready to cross, but he hopes - every day he hopes that you know how much he loves you. And every day you pray he can see how much you love him back.
Having spent his whole life circling you and watching you circle back, it's almost second nature for Damian, now, to check for you. No one else is aware of your presence, too focused on the press and the dresses and the endless champagne that comes with these events - not that any of them could find you if they tried, Damian thinks smugly. He knows, of course. He always knows. The flicker of a shadow seen through a window, a rustle on the balcony near him, the ever-present feeling of eyes on him. 
Damian doesn't mind, he realizes. He takes no issue with your hawk-like gaze trained on him from a vantage point no one else can find. In a way, it makes him feel better. You're not here, in front of him, where he can keep you safe - but if you're around, then you must be okay. It soothes something in him - something new and foreign that pleads with him and demands he take care of you. It's an unfamiliar feeling, one that trips him up and knocks him off balance. He has a hard time placing the moment he stopped being possessive of you as his enemy and started becoming protective of you as his… well, he doesn't even really know yet.
He does mind when a girl his age bumps into him at the gala, a glass of something sparkling in her hand as she giggles and promises that it was an accident, her hand finding itself placed on his chest. And he minds even more when, amidst his attempts to escape the sudden intrusion on his train of thought he suddenly… can't find you or feel you anywhere.  He removes the girl's hands quickly, excusing himself and slipping out, away from the noise and the politeness and the showiness of it all.
"You cut your party short," you say quietly, not turning to look at where Damian's climbed onto the roof of the Manor behind you, dress shirt ruffled and jacket unbuttoned. You don't need to turn to know he's there, silent as he is. You always know.
"It's not my party. I made my appearance," he shrugs, sitting down next to you and staring at you intently. You keep your gaze trained up, staring at the night sky as you sit stiffly, back straight and shoulders back. 
"She means nothing to me," Damian says firmly when you remain silent. You tense at his words. "I don't even know who she was."
"...It's fine," you say stubbornly. Damian sighs. Silence covers the two of you, the weight of it bearing down on the uneasiness - the stubbornness and the frustration of you both. Damian shifts, finding himself unsure, once again. You had always been better at this than him - always been more sure of yourself when it came to mind games. He finds himself wishing suddenly that he had a sword in his hands - it was always easier to fight you like that.
"You're… jealous," he says slowly, like he's trying to figure out where you stand in the situation. You snap your head around to look at him and he winces internally. Wrong guess, he thinks.
"I'm not," you respond stubbornly and he thinks briefly that this isn't the tact he's used to seeing you use in verbal sparring matches. He's not sure if it soothes or stresses him that he seems to unarm you the same way you so effortlessly unarm him. 
"We were apart for years, Damian," you continue quietly, looking away from him pointedly. "And… we were never actually together. And we were so young when you left the League. And…" you trail off, eyes shifting as you seemingly search for the right words.
"And…?" he prompts patiently. You sigh, slumping over ever so slightly, cracking your perfect posture for just a moment. Damian wonders if anyone else has ever seen you like this or if he's an exception - then kicks himself mentally for focusing on something like that right now.
"You came to Gotham for a second chance - a new life. I don't expect that you sat here waiting for me… I don't expect that there was never anyone else," you finish glumly, still pointedly looking anywhere but Damian as you speak. He makes a strange sound at your words, a strangled sort of panicked noise at the idea that you're presenting to him.
He turns suddenly, facing you completely as he reaches out, hands outstretching towards you so fast and determinedly that you jerk back, years of the two of you on opposite sides of a bloody fight flashing in front of your eyes. But there's no fight in Damian tonight. There's no violence in the way he cups your cheeks tenderly in his hands, pulling himself forward to press a kiss to your lips. 
Your own surprised sound leaves your throat at the action, your hands reaching up to wrap around Damian's wrists as he kisses you. Maybe you both expect for you to pull him away, but you find your fingers wrapping around the delicate bones of his wrists and keeping him there, pressed against you.
By the time the two of you part, you're both gasping for breath and you find yourself half in Damian's lap, your chest heaving against his as his hands anchor you to him. He tips his head forward to touch his forehead to yours, leaning into you as you relax against him. A faint smile flits over his lips at the way you sag against his chest, letting the tension you've lived with for so long slip ever so slightly off your shoulders.
Eventually, he brings a hand to cup your cheek again, firmly this time, moving just enough to look at you. You're close still - close enough that you can feel his lips brush against yours as he talks and you can't help but notice the way his heart beats against his chest and into yours. 
"It was always you," he says in that voice that you know is reserved for you - that voice that's gentle and loving and full of so much emotion that it nearly wavers. "There was never anyone else - not even in my thoughts. Certainly not pressed up against me like this."
You huff at his words, your cheeks beginning to feel hot as you pull away from him just enough to let your head fall to his shoulder, your face hidden from him. He lets you, thankfully, humming in contentment and just a touch of smugness as he pulls you closer to him, your weight a welcoming blanket.
"I think…"  you begin, pulling your face away from his neck to look at him again. "I think this may have been inevitable. I think we… might have been inevitable." Damian grins at your words, his smile flashing in a way that makes your stomach swoop.
"I think you're right," he says firmly. Sounds of the gala float up towards the two of you as you sit together, leaning against each other. "I was, by the way," he continues. You cock your head to the side.
"What?"
"I was waiting for you. And I would again, if I needed to. Until the end of my days." Damian says it so simply, so matter-of-factly, and something in your brain feels fuzzy because of it.
"Well… I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long," you respond gently, a smile passing across your lips quickly. Damian's returning smile is just as small - just as shy. His voice, in his response, is soft in a way that blankets you.
"You don't need to apologize. Your mistakes are not sins to me and your missteps do not demand penance. You will never have to ask for my forgiveness because it will always be given… without question, without hesitation, without uncertainty. It's… inevitable."
You laugh at his words and Damian feels his heart soar.
"Yes," you agree. "I suppose it is."
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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year
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JASON TODD & DAMIAN WAYNE (generalized fanon | maybe wfa)
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“Reaction Time” (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader) and (Damian Wayne & Platonic!Reader)
| Reader is introduced to the first of her new boyfriend’s extended family.
| SFW, breaking in, Damian Logic™ -frazzled!reader
| pic sources: beg.=rebirth rhato, middle=batman & robin#12, and end=rebirth teen titans • all comics
| part of the meet the bats series
| 1k+ words
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It’s the small hours of the morning still, you can tell by the heat of Jason’s body pressed along your side. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, the comforter hasn’t fallen off your body at any point, you're not too hot, and when you listen over the sound of your own breathing you don’t hear anything off.
Your soft breaths sound normal, nothing concerning there. You hold your breath so you can hear better. You want to go back to sleep but you have to get rid of the nagging ✨wrongness✨ that had you awake in the first place.
You find Jason’s breathing fine, luckily calm, and when you focus harder you can make out the tiny murmurs - Jason consistently had nightmares, whether they woke him or you up or not - and the more pronounced huffs of breath that were a product of wherever the Sandman had taken him. There was something off about it though, like it was louder.
Your nose scrunches and you finally open your eyes, sliding blurry sleep crusted orbs to watch your boyfriend you piece it together. His breaths weren’t louder; they were overlapping. Or-
You blink your eyes open wider, watching his chest rise up and down. Both sets of breaths weren’t matching. Your world stutters.
The breaths were coming from opposite directions too.
It’s as your head’s whipping around that you feel the barely there scrape across your neck and the flash of metal in the corner of your eye. Your body freezes, breaths quickening in your chest just as Jason jumps up and your eyes lock on a small shadowy figure.
“If I was you I wouldn’t move another inch,” Jason warns.
You whimper, barely registering the safety of a gun clicking off and Jason's arm raised over you.
Then you scream.
A small voice talks right over you.
“Tt, this is who you want to be your girlfriend? She has terrible response time.”
“Damian?”
Jason’s exclamation makes you gasp.
“You know him?”
Jason glances at you when you talk through your screaming, face creasing in worry, before he groans and clicks back on the safety of the gun. Putting it back underneath his pillow and then easing the blade away from your neck.
“Baby, breath, okay? I’m gonna deal with him,” he nods at the shadow who sounds like a fucking baby - what the fuck? “And you're gonna be fine. Sheath this shit Damian or so help me god,” he grounds out.
You’ve stopped screaming but your chest is heaving as you watch the kid move and put away the sword. That’s a suspicious amount of stop light colors.
“Is that Robin?”
Another scoff from Robin. There’s a superhero in your apartment, why in the world?
“Y/n baby-”
Jason’s voice is only the tiniest bit hysteric, which is utterly inappropriate because you are buzzing out of your skin right now. You scramble up when Jason tries to keep you down, squeezing as close to the other side of the bed as you can with him in the way.
“Why are you so calm? What the fuck is Batman’s sidekick doing in my apartment, Jason?”
“Leaving,” he shoos the boy harshly. “He was fucking leaving.”
Robin shrugs and you find yourself laughing lightly.
“Oh my god….”
What if you were naked? You could’ve so easily been naked right now.
“Oh my god…”
Robin waves towards you with a scowl.
“She is an insufficient choice for a partner.”
“What the- get out! I’ll deal with you in a minute.”
“You are also losing your touch, Todd, you should have sensed me seconds before my weapon got that close-”
Jason grits his teeth and whips around to point at the door.
“I’m not losing shit. Now, go. The fuck. Outside.”
Robin purses his lips, domino creasing in what you can only guess is a glare, before marching out. You stare wide eyed after his back, eyes drawn specifically to the hilt of his sword.
“Jason…”
“I am so sorry. Is your neck okay?”
All you can do is nod.
He moves so he’s in front of you, blocking your view of the door and the tiny vigilante behind it. His hands hover awkwardly over your body while he speaks in hushed tones.
“That’s good at least.” He huffs, “I told them to give me space because you weren’t ready, I did. I promise.”
“Mhm,” you nod then drop your head in your hands. “Jason?”
“Yes baby?”
“I’m about to cry.”
He sucks in a breath.
“Okay, alright okay, just hold on. I-” he jumps out of the bed. “I’m gonna draw you a bath and get you some tea and send my little brother home, alright?”
“Yeah okay,” you mumble. Bless him but your boyfriend never knew what the hell to do with blatant emotions.
Or, scratch that, he knew what to do and could talk it out just fine when they were your feelings. He also just overcompensated for the teary stuff.
You take in a deep breath, rubbing at your temples.
This time when Jason reaches for you he touches. Warm hands grab your own and bring them down to his lap, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles.
“It’s fine. You’re fine. I’ll handle it.”
“Yeah,” you breath, blinking wet eyes at him. “I trust you.”
He blinks, “You trust me?”
His brows move up and his head tilts, and it’s all very endearing but-
“I know, okay, but not right now. Let’s shelve that for when I’m more awake and your kid brother who’s Robin isn’t in my living room.”
“Agreed,” he licks his lips. “We’ll talk about everything tomorrow.”
“Amazing,” you lean in and the two of you share a brief kiss. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom.”
“You deserve it, get in there.”
You laugh faintly, pulling your sleep shirt over your head and grabbing a shower cap to switch out your bonnet with.
“Passion flower tea?”
You give him a thumbs up and a ‘yes please’ before disappearing behind the bathroom door. You miss the way Jason smiles at your retreating form.
The last thing you hear before you slip into the rising warm water and flowery scented bath salts is a litany of soft curses before Jason forces himself to go have that conversation with his brother.
- - -
“So how’d it go?”
You lean against your closet door, new set of pajamas on.
“He’s embarrassed but he’ll live,” Jason heaves a sigh, hands running down his face. “I’m sorry again.”
You shrug, “It’s fine. Not like you planned it. Now, are you okay?”
“No, yeah, I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
You walk up and wrap your hands around his wrists, he gives in to your request and lets you pull his hands away. You bring them down to his sides and run your palms up his arms, rubbing out some of the tension, before cradling the sides of his face.
He cracks his neck before looking at you and you give him a little smile.
“It’s cool, I’m not going anywhere.”
“If you say so,” he hums, hands coming up to rub at your forearms. He turns to press a kiss into your palm.
“I do say so. You told me your family was weird Jason.”
“Yeah, but that wasn’t regular people weird and I can’t even promise he won’t do it again. Or that one of the others won’t just show up one day too.”
“Uh huh,” you shrug and move in so you can peck him on the lips. “I’ll just have to get used to your brand of weirdness then. No big deal.”
He scoffs, “‘No big deal’ she says. Just wait.”
You laugh much less tinged with panic this time.
“I will, because I want to be a part of your life.”
His eyes crinkle.
“Yeah yeah,” he murmurs before kissing you longer this time. When you pull away he’s smiling. “I love you too.”
He clams up, casts this guarded look at you, and you shake your head.
“Oh my god, Jason. I also love you. Can we go back to bed now?”
“Yeah,” he sighs. “Sounds good.”
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!
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luwritesomething · 1 year
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Damian Wayne x Reader: slow mornings.
Words: 596
Reader pronouns: not stated (was coded as black reader since this was written with my oc in mind)
Warnings: None, just fluff. Like, a lot. Also, too short.
Edited?: Not yet, sorry.
Summary: Damian has get out of bed and workout, but you're too bewitching.
Author's note: I wrote this with my DC oc, Blake, on mind. She's black, so I guess you could find this little blurb somewhat black-coded. It accepts every type of reader, really, no skinny or hair or skin or eyes mentions, so there you go!! If you've liked it, know my requests are open w the anon option. I also mainly listened to Farewell, Neverland by TXT while writing this lol. OF COURSE, this is older!damian we're talking about.
Criticism is appreciated and request are open! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea! The list for the characters I write is HERE.
Damian always woke up before you did. His routine was rather strict, but simple if he followed it right, and he had enough discipline to follow through with it everyday. A quick breakfast, a heavy workout, a proper breakfast, a heavier and more physical workout, showering and meditation, then the rest of his day. Considering the amount of responsibilities he had as Wayne Enterprises’ VP, he had to wake up really early to fulfill his routine during work days and still arrive on time to the building. Weekends were easier, because they were slower and lacked obnoxious work meetings, and he almost never missed his workouts. Almost.
When he woke that morning, early enough for the light coming through the window to be still weak, his first impulse was to slide out of the bed — pushing the white sheets off his body. But he had barely moved in order to do that, when he noticed your arm around his torso. It made him smile slightly, lovingly, watching your hair all messy around your face, semi buried in the soft, silk pillow.
Damian had had to go to bed before you had even been able to get out of your company’s meeting. In one of the intense but short lived breaks in between your meeting, you had called him and asked not to wait for you, and out of pure exhaustion Damian had actually listened to you and gone to bed once midnight striked. So, this was the first time he was seeing you since early the morning before that.
At least you hadn’t been tired enough not to take your makeup off out of sleepiness, given now she was barefaced. Your skin shone there where the sun, shyly coming in from the barely pulled together curtains, caressed you; and Damian couldn’t help but follow with his eyes the path of happiness on it. His smile widened as his eyes moved slowly, thumb coming to caress your arm again and again and again and again. Damian knew he should have forced himself to lift from the bed more than five minutes ago, but how could he when you could bewitch him by just existing?
Damian’s fingers drew patterns everywhere he could reach, gently easing up as you awakened as you snuggled closer to him. You hid on the crook of his neck, groaning quietly when Damian tickled you slightly, but a smile blossoming on your face because God, it was hard to be mad with Damian when he was this soft. You looked even more precious now to him, as your eyes fluttered, fighting to keep them close.
“Good morning, beloved.” He whispered to your ear, ticklish enough to make you chuckle cheerfully and writhe involuntarily against his body.
You rolled to the side to face him better, but you didn’t open your eyes just yet. “I thought you had to workout today.”
“Something more important came up.”
With that, your eyes opened, glimmering sweetly — Damian’s breath almost caught on the back of your throat. He wanted to stay like this forever. “Oh, yeah?” You hummed, eyebrows up and slightly teasing. Damian just stared, knowing well you appreciated the way he would include you in his mornings from time to time, putting his discipline aside. “And what is that?”
Damian’s lip corner twisted slightly, prompting that charming grin of his. His hand came to your waist, squeezing with the right amount of strength to make you feel terribly loved and important, and then his grin twisted to a genuine smile. “Why don’t you stay and find out?”
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How high on the clingy/protective scale these boys are …
Dick: a solid 8.5/10.
A very clingy bean.
Dick would be attached to your hip 24/7 if he could but he couldn’t answer that makes him sad.
In the wise words of @obsessedwithromance on one of my recent posts; ‘if Dick was a dog, he’d be a husky.’
And he’d make a very vocal husky at that with how often he whines and whinges whenever you tried to move from his grasp, acting as though every attempt in removing yourself from his arms were an attack against his character. So he will take personal offence to you wanting to leave him out in the cold and desolate place that was your bedroom. 💀
‘Stop trying to get out of my arms.’ He moans, tightening his hold on you as he buried his head into your neck, locking legs with you for extra measure. ‘Dick, I love you but you’re being too clingy for me right now.’ You reply and had just noticed the error of your ways almost immediately and were about to explain yourself but it was already too late, for you had set Dick the human husky off.
‘Me? Clingy? I thought you liked it when I was clingy? Why the sudden change? What did I do wrong? Why don’t you love me?’ Dick began his tirade and you could only lay there and let him talk your ear off -and loudly might I add- about how you apparently didn’t love him enough, which was a bunch of bullshit, but dick was too in his feelings to listen to reason. You’ll have to kiss him to shut him up, there’s no other option.
So once he’s settled down, he’ll go back to cuddling against your back,smiling dopily while you could only congratulate for a job well done at defusing the situation form getting any worse. You love your dramatic human husky and you wouldn’t change anything for anyone.
Jason: 7.5/10 or a 8/10.
The only time you’re seeing this man be clingy as all hell if he’s in a particular mood and want your affection, which might as well be all the time with this man, or after a not so great nightmare.
He would wake up in a cold sweat and immediately look for you and hold you against his chest as though you were his personal teddy bear, only just until his breathing evens out and not so tense in the muscles. Until then he holds onto you tightly and familiarises himself with you in anyway that he could, whether that be counting your eyelashes, noting the different shades that make up your eyes and much more.
At least just enough to help him gain some sense of self and awareness that he was safe and sound from all harm.
Like Jaime, Jason would watch over you like a hawk as Red Hood without a shadow of a doubt, and Jason has his reasons to do so as he knows the type of people who litter the streets of Gotham at night like the back of his hand. He doesn’t want to subject you to that sort of life of constant fear of having to look over your shoulder in hopes that there wasn’t someone following you home.
For in his minds eye, he’s your sole protector and the one thing that stands between the scumbags of the street and you. Jason doesn’t take this position he’s given himself lightly, it’s unlike him to anyway, as your safety is his top priority and he’d do anything to obtain it; whether they way it’s obtained was morally questionable or not, he doesn’t care for as long as your safe, he’ll live to learn with having permanent blood on his hands.
Damian: 5/10 on a good day. 2/10 in general.
He’s not an overly clingy person. Protective? yes. Clingy? No. It’s just not in just nature and he can be very awkward going about it too.
Damian knows he doesn’t have to constantly survey you 24/7, he has more faith in you and your abilities then most. He knows that you won’t call upon him if at all when faced with a situation that you could easily resolve yourself.
However if you were to get hurt on his watch or otherwise, that’s when he gets slightly clingy and will attempt to be within any space with you possible. Damian shows care in a completely different way than most and will more or less act like a guard dog when it came to you.
This little dude will point his sword at anyone that comes into close contact with you while glaring at them, meanwhile you’re having to push the blade of his sword down and away from the poor victim, only for Damian to raise his sword back towards their throat once more.
‘Pack it in.’ You’d hiss.
‘No. You’re practically useless when hurt, so let me deal with this one.’ Damian said.
You purposely ignored the fact that he had just called you useless and instead pushed the blade of his sword down until it was pointing at the floor again. ‘He’s not even a threat, just a regular citizen. So you can stop it with the fear attics now.’ You told him in a hushed tone. Damian meets your eyes with a glare of his own. ‘How you can be certain he’s a harmless civilian? What if he’s a low life thug of an underground drug syndicate on the rise? You can’t allow yourself to trust every face you meet.’ He replies, not one to back down for anyone, not even you.
You sigh as you rubbed the sides of your head. ‘Well at least try not to cause more issue for your dad. I swear between you, Jason, Tim and Dick I don’t know who gives him the most grey hairs.’
Jaime: runner up for Dick’s crown with also a 8.5/10
He’s clingy in a sense that he fears of loosing you constantly.
Khaji-Da doesn’t make the situation any better as it only encourages Jaime’s Innate clinginess tenfold, and now Jaime can’t go a couple of minutes without offering to join you on wherever your going.
He just cares about you very deeply and wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he’d ever lost you despite having the ability to stop any harm from coming your way. So needless to say that you spend most of your time with him and his family is a severe understatement.
It’s not as though he doesn’t trust you, he wholeheartedly does, but that trust doesn’t extend to potential outside threats. Hell, he would even go as far as to watch over you as Blue Beatle, much to the behest of literally everyone that isn’t Khaji-Da because the scarab is just as clingy over you in a sense that you were Jaime’s mate and there for should be within close proximity to him at all times.
It’s endearing but I think it’s about time you told Kahji-Da to cool it on the whole threatening people you talked to with plans to eliminate them…
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Damian x reader where she is having a bad day and he comforts her! A lot of kisses and cuddles and Damian being a low key flirt! Please and thank u!
Promise - Damian Wayne x Reader
"Y/N! you will never believe what Penguin tried today at the charity luncheon! Amid the chicken fingers too! It was quite a hilarious event and- oh. Oh shit. What's wrong?" the hero had easily flitted through your window like a leaf on the cold breeze- a chill which had been blowing into your room for almost two, frozen hours.
"Hey Dames. I'm fine, what happened with Penguin?" you muttered, pushing hair behind your ear to look up at the shocked man in front of you. You quickly wiped away at running mascara, frustrated you even let your emotions get the better of you tonight.
Damian didn't reply, instead he firmly shut your window behind him with one hand, his eyes not leaving your curled figure buried in a corner of your bed. Next he backed up to your closet, continuing to analyze your every move while he changed out of his Batman suit, a new suit that was truly meant for him, into sweats you kept for him a one of your drawers.
You felt the bed dip and Damian was sat at the edge staring at you as if you were going to get up and run away.
You were still curled in a ball, knees to your chest and head resting on your arms as you grumbled, "I asked what happened with Penguin" and Damian gave you a slight frown, "what happened with you?"
"Rude"
"You've been crying"
"Have not"
"So pretty even when lying to me" he mumbled, sliding into place next to you, draping a long arm around you to pull you into his chest. You huffed in response, but it was more an excuse to inhale the smell of dry cedar, vanilla, and just a hint of sweat- overwhelmingly perfect (for my connoisseurs I'm talking ORMAIE Toï Toï Toï).
Giving into your silence he pulled out his phone, pulling up footage clearly from the day's events. You watched Penguin try to steal a highly expensive painting being auctioned, but before he could get away, Damian was bounding towards the thief, using Penguin's own henchmen's heads as stepping stones. They fell almost like bowling pins as your hero flipped and spun through the air, Penguin kept trying to shoot at the blur but Damian just had the villain spinning in circles until he too collapsed without Damian even having to lift a finger.
"Dick would be soooo proud" you giggled leaning your head up to look at Damian who was grinning proudly at the film himself.
"There's that smile. And yeah, I already sent it to him! He says he's gonna try the same move next week." Damian mused, tucking the phone back into his pocket, his arm still draped around you as he mindlessly tapped his fingers on your side.
You realized he wasn't going to drop it so you broke the silence, "I just had a bad day Dames, nothing to it, it happens."
"You know I would literally kill anyone who hurt yo-"
"I know Dames, I know. But this wasn't really anyones fault, I just get in my own head sometimes." you huffed, actually relaxing after getting the thoughts off your chest.
He tapped your skill with a frown, "well, then let the people in there know I'm coming for them next."
"You're coming for my thoughts?" you snorted.
"If that's what is takes to make you happy, I'll call Zatanna we can magic school bus this shit or something-" Damian was joking, but you appreciated the sentiment.
"Sometimes you've just gotta be a little sad D, I'll be okay,"
"Promise?"
"With you by my side? I could never be upset for long, I promise."
"That's what I like to hear!"
"I could totally use some pizza though, you know, to cure me"
"For you, Beloved, the world" your hero responded, pulling out his phone to order your favorites, clearly excited just to spend time with you. Seriously though, with him around it was impossible to be upset for long.
"You know I love you, Damian Wayne."
"I sure hope so, no other heroes better be coming through your window at night!" he teased back, pressing a kiss to your forehead while you shook your head with a laugh, feeling the pressure and weight get lifted off your shoulders already.
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Short but sweet, ty for the request!! <3
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igotanidea · 1 month
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A moment of weakness: Damian Wayne x reader
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part 1 : Family rules
***
Everything that happened after seemed like a blur.
Her hand in his when they were sneaking out the ballroom.
Escaping watchful gazes of both their fathers.
The rustle of her dress on the carpeted floor that muffled the sound of their feet.
And then.
His lips on hers.
One of his hand on her cheek, and the other on her waist as he was pulling her closer to him. Stubbornly yet lacking the proficiency his older brothers may possess. Which was perfectly understandable since she was the first girl to capture Damian Wayne’s attention. The first that put so much charm on him that beyond all that hateful, snarky attitude something much more delicate and caring started to bloom.
“I still hate you…” she whispered pulling back, feeling the need to make it very clear that this kiss was stemming only from that emotion and nothing beyond. Even if her ragged breath and dilated pupils were enough of an evidence of her lying.
“Naturally” he responded. His rapidly beating heart and the sensation of her body in his arms causing this young boy to almost tremble. At this moment, when they were finally alone for the first time in years since they have known each other he was torn in two directions. Not making a fool of himself in front of her and proving that he wasn’t a foolish boy who could be easily charmed but a strong, capable and dominant man. Regardless of the fact they were both seventeen.
“I hate you too. And if you think there’s something more just because of the fact I’m kissing you right now you’re gravely mistaken.” Damian whispered brushing his lips over hers again, already intoxicated and losing his cool head.
“Kissing?” she mocked melting into him and snuggling closer to his embrace “Didn’t notice…”
“Mhm…”
“We shouldn’t…”
‘You’re absolutely right…”
“No one should know about it…”
“No one will. You won’t tell anyone out of fear of daddy dearest, right?” he looked at her with eyes shining with the familiar mischief and mockery.
“And you will keep the steam out of your mouth due to embarrassment, won’t you?” she retorted, matching his level of sarcasm.
And then they kissed again.
Her hands in his hair, running through soft dark strands.
His arms wrapping around her securely as if never wanting to let her go.
Just a little moment of weakness they both would deny if asked.
But for now, with no one around they decided to indulge in the lack of rationality, with both intensity and shyness of two teenagers confused by their own emotions.
So good. So right. So messed up.
Lost in the best meaning of the word, as if the world stopped turning and even existing just because they wanted to cherish the moment.
Foolish little kids.
Torn from the fantasy by the sound of cameras and flashes of light shooting straight into their eyes.
“Damian! Damian, look here!”
“Damian, who’s your mystery girl!?”
“Come on, pretty one, smile for the picture!”
“What is your name girl?!”
Too many questions and sounds for the person who was not used to having any attention at all. And being attacked by paparazzi and reporters who were skilled in intimidating was simply too much for poor Y/N whose head started spinning immediately.
‘Hey, I know that girl!” one of the scribblers yelled “she’s the daughter of Wayne’s competitor on the market!”
Shit.
Now that was a problem.
While her first instinct was to run away and hide in whatever hole would appear first, Damian stood proudly without an ounce of emotion on his face, preventing her from doing anything stupid or reckless.
And that cold, strong façade, making him look just like his father, finally got the reporters to stop yelling and taking photos.
“leave.” He said coldly spurring on another wave of shouting. ‘LEAVE. You were not invited here nor asked to interrupt the private life of the habitants. Your sole purpose on this gala was to focus on the official part. Therefore, you are trespassing beyond your scope of passage. And that will not be tolerated. I will not repeat myself. LEAVE NOW unless you want to deal with the consequences.”
Under any other circumstances this would probably be grotesque, but no one wanted any trouble from the son of the Bruce Wayne aka Bruce Wayne himself, so the intruders finally retreated.
“Damian—”
“I’ll take care of it.” He retorted coldly moving away from her turning back to his cold self, hiding in the shell.
“But what if-?” she could only fear what were to happen if the photos of them together leaked into the press – or worse – internet.
“I said I’ll take care of it, haven’t you heard?!” he snapped.
“Oh I heard loud enough! You’re just not very capable in taking care of things, forgive my audacity. So are you really that surprised I’m skeptical about it?!”
“Don’t you dare—” he took step forward reaching for her arm but she wriggled out swiftly
“You stay the hell away from me Wayne.”
“No. you stay the hell away from me Y/L/N.”
“With pleasure!”
“Great!”
“fine!” she cried out crossing arms over her chest
“fine!” he barely held back from sticking tongue out at her
And with that they got back to the gala, using two different ways to not be seen together and pretended like nothing had happened.
***
The next day, Sunday passed without anything extraordinary happening.
Not a word from either of them.
Even if she was reaching for her phone countless times ready to shot him a quick message and check up if he was doing fine.
Even if he was one foot out the door every time a thought of her crossed his mind.
“Idiot” she was thinking throwing her phone away for a hundredth time scrolling through her contact list.
“Harridan.” he was smacking his forehead trying to get some sense in his brain throwing the coat away and retrieving into his room.
***
And then there was Monday.
One of those grey-clouds, rainy, windy Monday when getting out of bed and focusing on duties seemed impossible.
But from the moment she walked through the school door something felt odd. Just like in those stupid teenage movies she was met with whispers and furtive glances followed by malicious giggles and finger pointing.
The hell?
Y/N barely got to her locker when one of the most popular and obviously, the meanest girl in school crossed her way slamming the locker door into her face.
“Lisa.” Y/N almost rolled her eyes.
“Y/N.” the self-appointed queen B grinned like a predator “did anything fun this weekend?”
“Are you trying to make yourself feel better now or something?”
“Don’t you dare talk back at me, you little slut!”
“I’m sorry, what did you just call me?!”
“oh, it’s not just my opinion.” Lisa smiled mockingly “the whole internet keeps talking about the entertainment you got yourself on Saturday.”
“What--?”
Lisa clicked on something in her phone and put the screen into her face.
So it was officially settled.
Damian fucking Wayne was completely helpless when it came to dealing with things.
And the fact that she was looking at the picture of them both, taken at the gala, showing each details of them kissing and holding each other was enough of a prove.
All the problems stemming from the leak put aside as she focused on one thing and one thing only.
She was going to kill him.
***
Meanwhile Damian was greeted in school with charming smiles and encouraging shouts.
It’s always easier for the boys.
“Was she good?” one of the boys smirked at him.
“What-?”
“Y/N Y/L/N. Was she good?”
“Huh?” none of that were making any sense to Damian who frowned in confusion.
And then he saw the same photo and the blood drained from his face.
Someone was going to pay for this.
That is- if he could actually convince Y/N that he had nothing to do with the publishing of it. That it was his intention to actually protect her himself from scandal.
However, judging by the way she was walking his way, with the rage of a buffalo, it was going to be rather complicated.  
@gabriiiiiiii @6000-fandoms @jinviktor
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froggyfics · 7 months
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Damian Wayne/Robin Masterlist
Fluff = 💚
Angst = 🧪
Smut = 🍉
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ssak-i · 2 years
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Damian with cats :))
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