#demons head damian x right hand reader

[hollyharper]

Shattered- Demons Head Damian x Right Hand Reader

I'm such a fan of these fics, so I had to make one too.

“You’re free to go.” The Demon’s Head dismisses the gathered officers with a bored wave of his hand. 

You flick through the document in hand, as you slowly turn away. Lower ranked officers surrey around you. Head buried in the paperwork, you catch the door before it closes behind the second to last officer.

“Y/n” Your head jerks up, as he addresses you. “I need a word.”

Ever since Damian had returned and taken over the league, things had been stagnant between you two. Damian had appointed you his second and command the moment he had taken power. You were thankful for the position. It felt good to be needed and to have your loyalty rewarded. Over the last three months, you have done everything to prove yourself worthy of the honor, yet you never were given any sign of pleasure in your work. The only difference between you and the other ‘lesser’ officers, was that Damian referred to you by your first name, instead of last as he did for all the others. That little thing was enough to deprive you of sleep.

His green eyes, which had darkened science his childhood, lock onto your gaze.

“Yes, my Lord?” You reply in the expected format. 

“I require your assistance.”

“Anything you ask, Sir.” With his eyes on you, you mean every word far too much. 

“Good. There is a formal event and political conference in Beijing, to which I have been invited to attend.” 

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he going to leave you in charge while he was gone?

“I believe it may be too unsettling for the other guests, if my personal guard accompanied me. Instead, I ask for you to come.”

Your jaw proverbially dropped. “Of course.” 

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. “Good. I will send a servant to help you pack.”

“Thank you, My Lord.” Was it just you, or did he seem somewhat eager for you to come?

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[mostly-imagines]

Dear God Get Out

jason todd x fem!reader

aka not a moment of privacy

warnings: mild sexual activities, more people than jason would ever want in your apartment during those times

The second Jason’s through the door his arms are out, seeking to pull you into him. You let him engulf you in his arms without thought, this being the first time you’ve seen him all day.

“Missed you.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

You hum and rake your fingers through his hair. “I know, my love. Missed you too.”

He pulls back to look at you and holds your neck gingerly in his hands. “You’re good?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” You nod and kiss his collarbone softly, wrapping your hands around his forearms. He gives your forehead a kiss and walks you backwards to the couch, leaning down over you until you have to sit.

He follows you down and kisses your lips and guides you backwards to lay. He drapes himself over you, inserting himself between your legs. He refocuses his attention to your neck, and sucks at a very particular spot below your jaw that you know he targeted on purpose.

“Okay, that’s not fair.” You breathe out, halfway to a sigh.

“No? How ‘bout this?”

He nips at you, startling you to a near moan. Your reaction only encourages him, as he holds your jaw and tilts your head to the side for more access.

He slips his hands under your shirt, grazing the skin underneath. He leaves open kisses all across your collarbone, trailing them down your stomach once he has your top off and strewn half away across the room.

You stop him, pulling him back up to you for a kiss. He furrows his brows at first, only understanding when you start to pry at his shirt too. He removes it for you, tossing it with startling accuracy right by yours.

He resumes kissing down your body, hands trailing down your sides along with him. He peppers kisses on your thighs and hooks his fingers into the seam of your underwear, readying to remove them.

It’s almost astonishing how silently he'd managed to open the window only to stumble and flail his way to the floor.

The sudden clatter scares the hell out of both you and Jason, who jumps to a stand immediately.

“Tim!”

“Evening. D’you guys still have any—oh.” Tim finally regains his coordination and stands up to see you sprawled out on the couch, bra and underwear your only cover.

His eyes go to the floor real quick and Jason lets out an exasperated sigh, looking around for something nearby to cover you up with.

“—you know, wait up means wait up!”

Oh good, Dick’s here too.

You sit up quickly and try to cover yourself with your arms, though there’s not much of a difference you can really make.

Dick ducks in from the fire escape and lands significantly more gracefully than his counterpart had.

It takes him no time at all to assess the room and see you, knees to chest on the couch, trying very hard to appear as though you’re not half naked. Takes him even less time to see Jason, standing in front of you, fuming.

“Oh. Oops…”

Jason chucks the tv remote at Dick and uses the distraction to pull you up from the couch, pushing you behind him. His massive frame is more than enough to cover what his brothers have no business seeing.

“Get the fuck—”

And just for good measure, Damian jumps down next and crouches in the window.

“Jesus Christ,” your boyfriend mutters, hands covering his face in exasperation.

Damian takes one glance at the room and grimaces—Tim’s eyes are glued to the floor, Dick’s acting as though there’s something very interesting on the ceiling, and Jason’s shirtless. He can’t quite see you behind Jason, though he doesn’t need to in order to guess what he’d just walked in on.

“Ugh, seriously Todd? That’s disgusting.”

You let your forehead hit Jason’s back, thoroughly embarrassed. He reaches back to caress your waist, and you know somewhere in that action there’s a reassurance that he’s going to get them out as soon as humanly possible.

“Yeah, seriously. This is our apartment, demon brat. Get out.”

“Maybe we should come back later…” Dick suggests, more awkward than in his usual character.

Jason glares up at the heavens. “Or never.”

“At least keep it in the bedroom, you animals.” Damian chastises.

Jason suddenly wishes he hadn’t thrown the remote so soon. “Our apartment.”

He looks back at you without moving the shield of his body, eyes apologetic. You meet gaze and turn your head to rest your cheek on him instead, your own hidden meaning of reassurance. It’s fine.

You can’t see them but you hear a shuffle and hope to god it’s not another vigilante.

You place a hand on Jason’s lower back and peer around his shoulder, seeing Tim turned back around towards the window and trying desperately to get Damian to move out of the way—Damian, seemingly having no regard for Tim’s urgency.

You’re not quite sure if it’s over discomfort or embarrassment in seeing you so undressed, or if it’s because his self-preservation kicked in when he saw the look on Jason’s face. Maybe both. Probably both.

Both.

“Will you stop?” Damian slaps his hand away. “We came here for a reason.” He looks past Tim at you, “Do you have—”

“No.” Jason cuts in, growing visibly more agitated.

Damian’s face contorts as he looks back up to Jason, “What is your—”

Now Dick cuts in, “Okay, that’s fine, we’ll just ask the old man.”

“Great.”

Dick pauses. “On the couch though, Jaybird?”

Jason takes a deep breath.

“Alright, ten seconds, then I get the gun taped under the table.”

That’s warning enough for Damian—he’s called that bluff once before and learned the hard way.

Tim doesn’t even take a second glance before hauling it out of your apartment, his cape getting caught on the window frame briefly before he scrambles away.

Dick calls out an apology to you before trailing out the window after him.

Jason lets out a heavy exhale and turns to you, hands gliding naturally to your waist.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “Don’t need to be.”

He gives a low hum and wraps his arms around you, pulling you down with him as he crashes down onto the sofa.

“Should I feel bad about almost railing you into the couch?”

“I wouldn’t waste any tears over it. Not like it would’ve been the first time we did it.”

He laughs and tugs you further into his chest. You curl into him and close your eyes, thinking.

“Jay?”

“Hm?”

“How did Tim survive as Robin?”

“I’ve been asking that question for years.”

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[orionremastered]

Damian Wayne x Paramedic!Reader

Soulmate AU

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

CW: Poisoning, respiratory failure (just another Tuesday in Gotham)

When you were born, your parents were eager to see the first words of your soulmate written on your left forearm. You were woken from your sleep, wrapped in a soft blanket, when your mother gently took out your arm from the fluffy fabric.

Yet when she saw the words- no, word, singular- she paled. Your father leaned over and froze to a statue. Written on your wrist was;

Poison.

Yet your family's reaction wasn't even comparable to the confusion felt by the Al Ghul's in Nanda Parbat. When Talia read the words on her son's forearm, she could feel her heart stop for a moment.

You need to breathe.

The first words that the soulmate of Damian- the next Demon Head, next leader of the League of Assassins and the most intimidating and highly-trained man on Earth- would ever say to him shook Talia and Ra's to their core.

And once Damian was old enough to know what it meant, it shook him too.

Twenty Two Years Later...

The day started out as normal; you say hello to Harper, your partner in your ambulance unit, handing him a coffee before getting into the ambulance for a long twelve hour day shift, the day after Halloween.

"I don't want to be here," Harper says immediately.

"Neither," you reply before you pull out of the station and out into the street.

Not two seconds later, a beep sounds and Harper reads from the computer beside him; "Twenty-two year old male has collapsed and is struggling to breathe. Wayne Tower building on the top floor- that elevator better be in service or you're crashing this ambulance into a brick wall."

You snort, flicking on lights and sirens due to the nature of the incident and speed off towards the tower. You don't even need directions; the building looms over the entire city like a god and is a beacon of wealth- something two underpaid paramedics definitely do not have.

Arriving on scene and parking the ambulance hastily so that the back doors opened right next to the entrance, the two of you pull out the stretcher and rush into the building, many thoughts filling your mind as you reach the elevator- luckily in service- and hit the button for the top floor.

What could it be? Countless nights spent studying rather than sleeping fill your head as you sort through knowledge.

The elevator seemed to take forever, and maybe it did- this tower is extremely tall after all. You and Harper exchange glances just before the doors open.

Moving swiftly to the meeting room, full of businessmen in suits, your gazes are immediately drawn to the man on the floor.

Damian Wayne. Probably one of the few people who never needs to introduce himself.

He's not just struggling to breathe; you reckon he's paralyzed, too. Something sours in your gut as you crouch behind his head, Harper at his feet.

The Wayne's eyes lock onto yours as he takes in a raspy breath. "Poison," he chokes out. The words don't register just yet as the two of you lift him up from the floor and onto the stretcher.

"You need to breathe," you chide, and swear his eyes widen the slightest fraction. Harper straps him to the stretcher before giving you a nod. The only other person more famous than Damian follows you when you and Harper walk out with the stretcher. Bruce Wayne.

The elevator ride seems even slower going down. Bruce grips the side of the stretcher, knuckles white as Damian fights for each breath he wishes to take. But every second or so, Bruce's gaze flicks to you and makes you prickle with unease. Soon you realise Harper is doing the same thing.

Why- It hits you like a semi truck hitting a motorcyclist without a helmet on a highway. Damian Wayne's first word to you was 'poison', the same as it is written on your forearm.

The elevator dings and the door slides open. When you finally get him into the ambulance, Harper tosses you the keys without a word and settles beside the stretcher in the back, Bruce beside him.

You'll thank Harper later; right now, you need to get your soulmate to hospital.

"You should go check on him," Harper says at the end of your shift after handing the keys to the next crew. The two of you walk to the parking lot, tired and still processing the things you've seen. "Like, now. You've been angsty all shift."

"How can I not be?" you sigh. "Yeah, I guess I will, then. See you in two days."

Getting in your car, you pull out the parking lot and out into Gotham. The sky's getting dark- or darker- and the traffic is thinning. No one wants to be out at night, especially first responders. Yet instead of going straight home like normal, you drive to Gotham General Hospital.

The lady at the front desk frowns slightly when you ask for Damian Wayne. It's understandable; you're practically a nobody yet you're one of the most important people in the city.

"You are not immediate family or friends," the nurse says after a long back and forth. You bit your lip to stop yourself from saying anything you'll regret, but then again, she's a nurse. Nurses and paramedics don't get along.

"She's allowed," a low voice says from the hallway. Bruce Wayne, now changed into more comfortable clothing, looks almost as tired as you. Almost. He beckons for you to follow, leaving the nurse at the front desk flustered.

Damian's ward is private and more... luxury, if that's even a word used in the sense of hospitals. He's still asleep, and you find yourself checking his vitals with a glance. Not too bad, all things considered. He's definitely breathing better.

A weight lifts from you chest as you take a seat beside his bed. Bruce sits beside you in almost a casual way, yet you couldn't be further apart.

"What was it?" you say after a long moment of silence.

"Pardon?"

"The poison. He said it was poison."

"... right. It was curare," Bruce responds, rubbing his eyes. "Someone poisoned him with curare."

The only question left to answer now was who.

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Masterlist

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #batfam #batfamily #bruce wayne #batman #x reader

[luizd3ad]

When in Doubt, Blame Damian | Jason x Reader One shot

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN! Reader

WC: 928

TW: Swearing, over thinking. It’s mostly kinda fluffy. No use of Y/N.

Author's Note: I got this idea while giving my dog a bath sooo here you go idk lol hope you like it🖤

Summary: You get a dog!! … but you didn’t tell Jason.

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You blamed Damian.

You normally blame Damian for a lot. More than you're willing to admit, sometimes for stuff he wasn't even involved in.

But this time you think it's actually his fault.

How could you not blame him? If he hadn't asked for a ride to the pet store. If he didn't insist that Titus absolutely needed a new friend. If he never put that little puppy in your arms basically forcing you to fall in love with the little baby that was giving you kisses, then you wouldn't be here right now.

You wouldn't be in yours and your boyfriend's apartment trying to figure out how to tell said boyfriend that you guys now had a dog. 

Would Jason be mad? Honestly? You didn't know. The topic of getting a dog or a cat has came up a few times.

He would usually say things like ‘Maybe’ or ‘Now's just probably not a good time’ it was never a definite yes or no.

So maybe it wouldn't be that bad, you thought to yourself trying to give yourself some confidence. 

I mean it was your apartment too. You contributed. And it would feel nice to have something to keep you company while Jason was on patrol or had to go somewhere for a while.

You'd hyped yourself up at this point you had some good arguments lined up for why it was a good idea.

You felt confident about your choice, especially when you looked down at the little puppy sleeping peacefully in his bed that was in your shared bedroom. You got this, you told yourself and you really believed that. You genuinely did.

That was until you heard the front door unlock. 

You rush out the room, closing the door softly trying not to wake up the puppy. 

You walked into the living room to greet Jason who was out all morning and most of the afternoon training with Dick, Cass and Duke. 

“Hey Jay.” You say giving him a soft kiss.

“Hi my love. How was your day?”

Jason says, giving you a tight hug, holding you for a moment. 

“Umm it was you know. It was fine. Hung out with Dames. Nothing crazy you know? How about you?”

You rambled pulling away from Jason trying not to sound suspicious while walking to the couch in the living room. 

Jason gives you a questioning look but ends up just dropping it and following you to the couch.

“It was fine. Just the normal shit. I missed you though.”

Jay pulls you into him while giving you a kiss on your head. You feel kinda guilty at this point.

You don't like keeping things from Jason. He has a lot of trust issues so it was important that you guys had a lot of honesty and communication in your relationship. 

You pull away from Jason and look at him, giving him a slightly guilty look.

“Jay, I have something to tell you. Don't be mad.”

“Did something happen when you were out with the Demon Spawn? Did he do something? What did he say? I'm gonna kick that little brats ass.”

Jason runs his hand through his hair already mad at Damian for whatever Jason thinks he did. 

“Jay calm down Dames didn't technically do anything. I did something, and before you get mad-”

You were interrupted when you heard a puppy bark and a slight clawing sound at the bedroom door and judging by Jasons face he also heard it. 

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

You give a little chuckle, now trying to play it off. Hoping that this isn't how Jason finds out but knowing that it is. 

“Babe Is there a dog here?”

“Um technically..? Yes?”

Jason sighs and gets up to the bedroom and opens the door letting the dog run up to you as he tries to climb up on you. You pick him up, putting him on your lap while he starts playing with your hand. 

“Babe, who’s dog is that?”

“Umm… Ours?”

“When did we get a dog?”

Jason says wide eyed and raises his eyebrows at you.

“It's all Damian's fault! He told me how lonely Titus gets sometimes and I felt bad and just look at how cute he is!”

You try to explain picking the dog up so Jason can look at him.

 “Don't be mad jay..”

You say putting the puppy on the floor so he can run around a little all while you look extremely guilty.

“Mad? Why would I be mad? Wait baby, is this what you were trying to tell me?”

Jason says sitting next to you on the couch while looking at you concerned. 

“Yes… I felt bad making a choice like that without you and I know how you don't like it when people hide stuff from you and I just don't want to make you mad.”

“Baby, I'm not mad. I'm not thrilled that you got a dog without me, especially because it was with the Demon Spawn. But I'm not mad.”

Jason says pulling you into him kissing the top of your head.

“You're not mad? Really?”

“I can't be mad at you baby. You mean everything to me.”

Jason says while the puppy runs up to you guys laying down at your feet.

“I'm still sorry Jay.”

“I know you are, baby. It's okay, promise. Now what's this little guy's name?”

Jason says picking up the puppy and looking at his face while you smile at them.

Maybe you shouldn't blame Damian… this time.

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[lyralaneoriginal12]

Your Voice is My Reality (Platonic Older! Damian Wayne x baby boy reader)

“There there, my sweet angel... Baba isn't going anywhere...”

Aged-Up Damian Wayne as Demon's Head of League of Shadows who also the loving and protective father of you. (It gives 'I will burn the world for you' kinda vibe, but oh well)

(WARNING! OOC)

Damian felt like his heart was about to explode, he fell on the ground and was wounded. The enemy had shot him right in his chest. The pain is unbearable but worst of all, his baby witnesses all this. It was a mistake already to bring you to this type of meeting. Here you are now, witness his assassination.

The League's assassins quickly neutralize all the threats and manage to take control of the situation. You was crying in fear. The enemy also looked scared of what he just did to the Demon Head. You pry release the hold of the nannies and quickly run towards your father.

Damian tried to breathe, he was struggling to stay alive and awake. The assassins and the nannies were shocked because Damian stayed in a pool of his on blood, with a gunshot wound on his torso. The Demon Head was bleeding profusely on the ground after being shot.

“Baba, no!”

Notice his son now right beside him, Damian raises his hand and slowly caressed your head. Even in this state, Damian’s mind only filled the need to protect you and to make sure that you are okay and safe.

“There there, my sweet angel... Baba isn't going anywhere...”

Says Damian in between pain while looking at you with a sad and concerned expression. He tried to fight the pain of the gunshot wound, which was making him feel a bit weaker each moment that passed. Damian vision start to blur. You were crying while clutching on your father's chest. Your beautiful blue robe completely soaks in Damian's blood.

Damian looks at his baby, with a loving, concerned and tender look on his face. With that, Damian closes his eyes. The vision is becoming more and more blurred until... the darkness comes slowly and gradually.

Time Skip

There’s many people wearing all black cloaks, circle the Lazarus Pit. The very pit glow in green and had a very rotten aroma. The smell that was coming from the green pit was awful, it was as if a lot of dead bodies were buried there. Damian's body being carried by the monks. He's ready to be revived from death.

You currently in the arms of Marie, one of the nannies of the League. You suckles quietly on your pacifier, with tiny cloak covering your body, watching the whole ritual carefully and looking closely at the monks.

The monks, Damian's advisors and the assassins were surrounding the pit, waiting for the moment.

You saw how the monks submerge their body until they were waist-deep while gently carrying Damian's corpse. Then, they carefully placed Damian’s corpse into the waters.

You watched as your father was completely submerged in the water. You squirms a little at Marie's arms, feel a little distress when you sees your father being submerged into the toxic green water.

“Hush, Master (Y/N)”

Assure the nanny at his young master to calm you down.

There's a long pause until Damian broke through the water with a feral cry, his jade eyes were glowing an eerie green. The greenish mist coming from the water then filled his eyes, making Damian see the surroundings very weirdly. Damian snarls at the monks and feel how his body is moving and healing on its own.

Damian starts to go wild and attacking the monks and assassins. Everyone knows the effects of being dipped into the Pit, how the user is driven temporarily insane. But well... Damian had used it quite a lot, so the effect doesn’t take toll on him completely. Damian keeps attacking the monks and assassins like a wild animal. Tearing them apart with his bare hands.

The madness continues until you calls out for him.

“Baba...”

The Demon Head stopped immediately and turned his gaze to those angelic voices, looking at the baby with malicious gaze. Damian saw that you was being held by Marie. You makes a grabby hand at Damian, which scares Marie who tries to protect you from Damian rampage.

Damian stops attacking everybody once he hears his name being called by his angel. Damian closed and opened his eyes once again, as his sweet angel's voice snapped him back to reality. Slowly but surely, recognition was in his eyes. Damian’s rage and feral behavior are over.

“(Y/N)…”

Damian slowly stands up, while look at all the shocked faces of the advisors, assassins, and monks, who are watching the whole scene with a confused and scared expression on their faces.

Damian slowly walks out of the Pit and goes to you whose still in the nanny arms. The green water wetted the concrete floor, but he didn’t care, he needed to embrace his son now. The servants quickly cover Damian's body with his majestic red robe, so he won’t catch cold. Like there’s no tomorrow, Damian takes you from the protective hold of your nanny. You quickly hugs your father in a loving manner.

“Baba”

Damian gently holds the baby in his arms, with the loving and caring eyes of a father, who's glad to be back with his little boy. Damian looks at the whole room, with all the advisors, assassins and monks looking at both Damian and his son, with a confused expression on their faces. Damian couldn’t help but chuckle a little especially to the monks and assassins he accidentally hurt previously.

“Well, this is... awkward...”

The people in the room couldn’t help but giggle a little at Damian’s remark.

Damian looked at his baby with a happy smile on his face.

“Hey, beloved. I missed you so much.”

Damian kisses you on your chubby cheek, as your cute smile touches Damian’s heart. You giggles softly when his father does so while pinching his your own nose cutely.

“Baba stinky. You are stinky!”

Damian chuckles a bit when you says that he is stinky. You didn’t go wrong though.

“Yes, yes, beloved. I must admit... I need to get a bath but now that I'm back with you again, my precious angel.”

Damian smiles a little at you again, feeling his heart being touched by your adorable words and the little pinch you gives yourself after making this sweet and funny remark. Then, you happily claps your hand.

“Bubble bath, Baba! Bubble bath!”

Damian chuckles after your comment as he gently touches your small and soft chubby hands.

“Yes, bubble bath it is.”

The servants quickly scatter to prepare bubble bath at the grand bathroom of the League of Shadows base.

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[rapz-rites]

Demon Daughter

Damian Wayne x Reader, Damian Wayne x Daughter!OC, Reader x Daughter!OC

Time travel is tricky. So of course your daughter is accidentally going to come home early, 20 years too early to be exact.

Inspired by @cipheress-to-k-pop

A/N: this was kinda requested after Demon Spawns which some of you really enjoyed so I hope you all enjoy this one too. I did merge several dc worlds together so sorry if it’s a little confusing

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warning(s): idk 🤷🏾‍♀️ (I’m honestly too lazy atm)

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

“I’m never time traveling with Willow every again!” Milena whispers harshly to herself as she sneaks back into the manor. She sighs as her feet hit her bedroom floor only to realize she forgot something in the Cave from earlier in the day.

After being chased by dinosaurs and almost dying from a meteor shower, Milena decided to be lazy and just boom tube to the Cave. It was only a 5 minute walk but hey, it’s okay to be lazy every now and then. What she didn’t expect to see was strangers in costumes ready to attack her.

“Who the hell are you?” A voice asks as she readies her weapons in response to seeing them. She turns to face the voice.

“I should be the one asking you,” she says as she faces one of her weapons toward them. “Who are you people and the hell did you get in here?”

They could see Milena was a bit shaken up and confused. But it didn’t explain what she was doing in the Cave. After a few moments of silence, Dick was the first to speak.

“How about we all put our weapons down and talk like adults,” he said hands up in surrender. His hands have been up since the moment Milena pointed a weapon at him. Normally, he wouldn’t be fazed but when the weapon looks like one of Cyborg’s, he wasn’t going to take the chance. Especially considering that Cyborg’s canons can easily blast through thick walls of concrete.

“Listen kid-”Jason started thinking he might try and break the tension, only for you to cut him off. “I’m not a kid. I’m 19.”

“Why are you dressed like old heros?” Milena asked. “Those costumes aren’t even sold anymore.”

“What do you mean old?” Dick asked, clearly confused.

“Old as in 2010s-2020s old get with the times,” you say, as if you just stated the obvious. Now they were all confused.

“It’s 2023,” Tim said.

“What?” you questioned in a confused voice. How could it be 2023? How could you be 20 years in the past?

After retracting your weapons you let out a sign. Under your breath you whisper, “I’m going to kill Willow.”

“Willow?” Dick asked.

With slumped shoulders, you turned to look at him.

“Willow West. Wally West and Athemis’ daughter,'' you stated nonchalantly. At this point, you were done with everything. Heading back into the manor you say, “I'll try to reach Willow and get back to my time.I'm going to bed.”

“Hey hey hey! We can't just let you in the manor. You know our identities and we have no idea who you are” Jason retorted. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. Was he being serious right now? How does he think you got in the Cave?

‘Dimwit’ Milena thought to herself. But just as she was going to say something three people entered the Cave. It was Bruce, Damian, and you. Milena couldn’t help but stare in awe.

“Who is this?” Bruce asked in a husky voice.

She paid him no mind, eyes trained on you and Damian. You stood 7 inches below Damian’s 6’1 frame, head tilted up to look at him as you spoke to each other. No one could mistake the look of love in Damian’s eyes as he looked at you while you spoke. He listened intently as you talked about God knows what. But what really struck her was your swollen belly. You were possibly 4 or 5 months pregnant: at the stage were it was kinda obvious you were pregnant but your belly wasn’t huge.

In your peripheral, you saw a girl looking at you and Damian. You gave a small smile as you walked towards her to greet her. Every step you took, you realized she looked more and more familiar. However, just as you were about to reach her, Dick stopped you.

“We don't know who she is or how she got in here. She could be dangerous and she could hurt you,” Dick spoke. But the entire time he was speaking you just looked at the girl. Taking in her features you realized who she was. Your daughter.

“Dangerous? Most likely, but i know my daughter wouldn’t hurt me”, you said smiling at her, your hands on her cheek. Milena couldn’t help but smile at you too. She let out a soft, “Hi mom.”

You didn’t even realize the tears streaming off your face until Milena wiped them away. You turned to look at Damian, teary eyed with a huge smile, “She looks exactly like I dreamed.”

Looking back and forth from Milena and Damian you started to list any and all similarities between them. “She has your eyes. The shape is sharp and green like yours, but is kind of softer like mine.Oh her nose. And-”

“Beloved, she’s tired, let's give her a break,” Damian said. If Damian hadn’t stopped you then you would’ve done a full head to toe assessment to find any similarities you could. The others didn’t know how to react. Tim honestly couldn’t care less. He just wanted to finish his work to go to sleep.

With the help of Alfred, Damian ushered everyone back into the manor for bed.

“Well this is my room.. Well it’s supposed to be. It’s probably a nursery now isn’t it?” You mutter shyly, stopping in front of your room. You and Damian stood in front of the room across from her. With a sorry look you gave her a small nod.

“You can stay with us,” you offered without even thinking about it.

“Absolutely not,” Milena and Damian said at the same time. Milena grew up with you. So she knows how you get sometimes, especially when you were pregnant with her siblings. She’d rather let her father deal with a pregnant and hormonal you. “Thanks but I’m pretty sure there’s an empty room somewhere.”

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The next morning you and Damian were in the kitchen having breakfast with the family. That’s when Milena came rushing in from up stairs. You watched her as she hurriedly greeted everyone while fixing herself a plate. Once she sat she began inhaling her food. You don’t even think she chewed any of her food. “Mina, honey, maybe you want to slow down a bit and actually chew your food.”

“Sorry Mom-” Milena started. She whipped around the kitchen like it was second nature. Like she did this all the time. She placed her dirty dishes in the sink and thanked Alfred for the breakfast. “My ride is going to be here soon.”

Suddenly what even one thought was a boom tube appeared at the entryway of the kitchen. Everyone looked back at it to find a teen girl, not too much younger than Milena walking out of it.

“Sorry to drop in unannounced,” she said with a small smile. You could tell by her fighting to stay still that she was a speedster, most likely Wally’s daughter at that. “Milena time to go.”

Milena came around and gave Damian quick hug and a ‘see you son’ before stopping in front of you. You couldn’t stop the tears in your eyes as she hugged you goodbye.

Walking up to the boom tube, she turned to look at you. “Don’t worry. You’re an amazing mom. I couldn’t ask for a better one,” she says, disappearing.

Hugging your side, Damian rubbing his hand up and down your arm. Tears were flowing down your cheeks as you muttered to yourself . “Damn hormones. I’ll see you in a couple months, Milena.”

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FUTURE

Walking out of the boom tube, Milena was face to face with her father. She couldn’t help but crumble into his arms. Keeping them both steady, Damian brings them to the floor.

“I saw her. I saw her Dad.” Milena cries into her father’s chest. Damian just rubbed her back, trying to console his crying daughter. “But she’s gone and I miss her so much.”

“I miss her too,” he said in a low whisper. “Every single day.”

Plot twist 🫢

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[your-regular-toast-enjoyer]

Headcanons: Yandere Damian Wayne x Reader : Reader escapes him.

Damian Wayne x reader. Yandere!Damian Wayne x reader/ Yandere Damian Wayne x Reader

Word count: 1460 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, kidnapping, adult Damian Wayne (inspired and mostly based off of Damian in Batman beyond & Injustice 2: Gods among us), toxic family relations, obsession. Also, I have a friend that informed me that at the end of the Bruce and Grayson chapters the last sentence is cut off for phone users, I've tried to fix it by just rewriting the cut-off part below the original sentence.

First of all, it would have to be by some incredible stroke of luck that you managed to escape his grip. I imagine that if Damian turns yandere, he’ll indulge more in his “evil” side, so to speak. By that, I mean that he would probably return to his grandfather’s side and retake his place as the heir to the demon’s head, as the Al Ghuls’ less strict moral codes allow him to better keep you to himself. But let’s say that you somehow managed to sneak out without his knowledge, (likely with the help from Bruce and his brothers). Damian would stop at nothing to get you back.

 

Does anyone remember that glimpse we got of Damian as Batman in Batman #666? Yeah…That is how I imagine Damian would be if his beloved ever escaped. He would see you being away from him as an attempt on your life. He’s your protector…At least in his mind. To take you away from your protector is a not-so-hidden attempt to endanger you, right? Well no…But Damian certainly thinks so. So, if you got help from anyone… Good luck to them. Because Damian would blame them for your escape, and he has never been known for being superbly generous to his enemies. They’ll suffer. He’ll make sure of it.

But let’s say that the person helping you escape is one of his brothers or his father. How would he react? Well… It depends on who:

If Bruce is the one helping you, Damian realises that he has a relatively low chance of winning a hand-to-hand combat with his father. That doesn’t mean he’ll give up on you, though. Damian would at first try to negotiate with his father. Explain the reasoning behind his actions. He would attempt to invoke his father’s sympathy. As pathetic as Damian finds the entire thing, he is willing to put down his pride momentarily if it means he’ll get you back. 

If Bruce cooperates and Damian gets you back, you might gain more freedom. Damian would feel indebted to his father for giving him another chance, and he’d attempt to pay his father back by trying to treat you more like a normal lover would.

If his father refuses to give you back to Damian, despite his downright begging, Damian would go ballistic. I’m pretty sure he’d either ask his mother for help, (unsuccessfully since his mother is borderline yandere for his father and doesn’t want him to hate her for aiding in their son’s unhealthy attachment). When that doesn’t work. He’d simply kill his father using underhanded tricks, (probably use one of his brothers as bait to lure his father into a death trap). He won’t like it. No. He’ll despise himself for having done it for the rest of his near-eternal life, but it’ll be worth all the self-loathing as long as he can have you back in his arms. That’s not to mention Talia, who will forever blame you for Bruce’s death. She may or may not attempt to kill you... as retribution for her one true love's death ...

(death ... ) - (for phone users)

If it’s Grayson who helps you, which is probably the most likely as I can imagine Damian informing his oldest brother of where he, (and subsequently you), is, in case he wants to visit. So if Grayson takes you. Damian still rages, but he’ll be more inclined to listen to reason than he would have been otherwise. 

Damian has never hidden the fact that Grayson is his favourite brother, probably his favourite family member, (except you). He can’t bring himself to kill him. But…That doesn’t mean that he won’t extort him. Yeah… He’ll kidnap Barbara, (or Koriand’r, if you’re a Starfire fan), and propose a tradeoff with Richard. If his brother doesn’t bite, he’ll just up the gamble. He’ll kidnap Tim as well, maybe even the rest of Grayson’s old Teen Titan’s/Young Justice team. With all of his friends’ lives in danger, it’s unlikely that Richard will keep protecting you. Even if he does, Damian will fight him. Not to the point of lethality, but hard enough so his brother doesn’t become suspicious. While Grayson is distracted, Damian will have one of the assassins bring you back to the league.

(bring you back to the league.) (For phone users)

If Jason is the one who took you from Damian. Damian would downright cut his brother’s legs off. He really likes Todd, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Damian doesn’t want him dead, even if Jason took you away from him. He won’t go to the same lengths as with Grayson to keep from killing, but he’ll sooner incapacitate Jason than end his life. I see the whole thing going a little like this:

Jason takes you from the league. (He knows Talia well, and I can see Jason convincing her to let him take you with him. She probably never thought you were quite good enough for her son. It’s nothing personal. She doesn’t dislike you more than anyone else. She just doesn’t think that anyone could ever be worthy of her son).

When you’re back in Gotham, Jason will hide you in one of his many safehouses while waiting for Damian in another. He couldn’t lead his younger brother straight to you by staying with you, so you’ll have to sit tight.

Damian finds Jason. He already knows that you won’t be with his brother. Damian knows Jason isn’t stupid despite having the same muscle mass as Batcow.

The two of them fight, but Damian doesn’t play fair. He probably brought a crowbar or enlisted the help of the Joker, (as stupid of a move as that might seem. Damian knows that the clown is only craving chaos. So chaos is what he’ll get. Joker has no interest in you. He wants to torment Batman, and what better way to do that than to work with Batman’s youngest son to kidnap someone). Jason takes one look at either the crowbar or the Joker, and he feels himself fall back into the memory of the warehouse. He’s horrified, and no matter how hard he tries to push it all away, it’s too much. 

Jason is weakened by Damian’s tricks, and the younger Wayne promptly breaks his brother’s legs beyond repair. Thus making sure that he won’t be a future problem. He’ll interrogate Jason about your whereabouts, but Jason doesn’t break.

In the end, one of Damian’s assassins finds you and brings you to him. Jason is devastated. He failed you, and all he can do is yell profanities at Damian as you’re carried away, out of his sight.

If it’s Tim who tried to save you… Oh, dear… Damian won’t care about what happens to the “replacement”. Damian will find Tim and if you’re with him, Damian will simply take you, kill Tim and go back to the League of Assassins’ base. If you’re not with Tim, Damian grows furious. Not only did his most “useless” brother take you away from him, but he also let you out of his sight. You could’ve hurt yourself! Damian’s ire only grows as Tim prepares to fight him. For Damian, this is not just a question of Tim taking you from him. It’s also a fight to prove whether Tim was really ever worthy of his position next to Bruce, his position as the former Robin and his current position as Red Robin. With Damian’s rage and his lack of morals, he easily wins the fight. Perhaps Tim let his brother win to show Damian that he actually follows Bruce’s rules and would never kill, as opposed to Damian, thus mocking the green-eyed warrior one last time. Damian draws Tim’s final moments out. An assassin has already found you. You were hiding nearby, having followed Tim’s instructions, which turned out to be faulty due to Damian arriving sooner than expected. A last “Demon spawn” leaves Tim’s bloodied lips as Damian slowly drags his katana out of Tim’s chest, cleaning it with an old handkerchief, which is left stained red.

No matter whether you escaped on your own or with the help of someone else. Damian will lock you in your shared bedroom whenever he isn’t available, putting twice as many guards near you at all times. He might even have you sit next to him or on his lap while he commands the League by his mother and grandfather’s side, (if he isn’t already the head of the league at this point). He won’t punish you too harshly, but he might smack you to the ground once when you get home. That’s only if you escaped on your own, though. If someone else helped you, he’d delusionally think that they simply kidnapped you against your will and that you honestly love being with him.

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[smartycvnt]

Haunted Hotel

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader Prompt: "That wasn't so scary." "Speak for yourself, I'm calling the Ghost Hunters."

"Rhea, what was the name of our hotel?" you asked as you shifted in the passenger's seat. You had been staring out the window for the majority of the drive just looking at all of the billboards and scenery. None of them were particularly interesting until you saw one for a haunted hotel that had a suspiciously familiar name.

"The Ashcroft," Rhea answered. For a moment, you could have believed that it was an accident, but you saw the little tightening of her grip on the steering wheel.

"The Ashcroft, the apparently famously haunted hotel. That's very interesting, who exactly did you make the reservations with?" you asked. Rhea turned her head away from you to avoid the harshness of your glare. You knew that it had to be Damian, the only other one in Judgement Day who liked scary shit nearly as much as Rhea did. Dominick may have done whatever Rhea wanted, but at least he had some boundaries when it came to spiritual things like ghosts and demons. Finn had his demon gimmick, but you didn't take him as the type for roadside attraction scares.

"Um, well, Priest and I were looking for a nice place on the way. This hotel looked way cooler than the one the company was gonna put us up in. Oh, and we're not going to be the only ones staying here. Maybe we can all have like a little party or something in one of our rooms. You still like Alexa, right?" Rhea sounded genuinely excited, which was the only reason that you weren't currently texting either Bayley or Mia to come and get you from this hotel. However, something told you as you saw the building off in the distance that you'd be making that call anyways.

"Rhea, I'm not staying in there," you told her. Rhea pouted as she pulled into her parking spot. Damian was standing outside with Dominick and two keys in his hands. You hadn't stayed in a hotel that still used physical keys instead of cards or codes to lock the doors. You couldn't explain it, but this building gave you a horrendously bad vibe. "You know I don't like scary stuff."

"Come on, it'll be fine. I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but Liv, Tegan, and Shotzi are all waiting in the lobby to see you. They're pretty excited," Rhea said. You sighed in defeat as Rhea undid your seatbelt. You very slowly got out of the car and sent Damian a glare on your way into the hotel. Just like Rhea had said, your friends from Smackdown had been waiting for you, all of them, except for Tegan, seemed stoked to be staying at this hotel for the night.

"Candace is ready to pick us up if something freaky happens," Tegan said as she linked her arm with yours. Rhea had Damian and Dominick bring the bags to your room while you joined her on a tour of the hotel. It was a really beautiful place, even if every single room did make your skin crawl a little bit. The tour was sort of cool, getting to learn about the history of the hotel, but then Rhea decided that it would extend to the basement. You already didn't like basements, and one that you knew was haunted was bound to be an absolute no-go.

"Come on," Rhea said as she grabbed your hand. She was holding onto it tightly so that you couldn't just opt out and run off. You managed to get about halfway through before you swore that you felt something watching you. You tried to hide yourself with Rhea, but it was no use. Luckily, that part of the tour got cut short by an emergency at the front desk. Whenever your group got back to the lobby, you immediately pulled your phone out and started texting Candace to come get you. "That wasn't so scary. I bet you could stay here all night even."

"Speak for yourself, I'm calling the Ghost Hunters," you told Rhea. She laughed it off, but did tilt your phone screen down so she could see who you were texting. "Candace will be here in about 20. Have a good night here. Please try not to bring anything back home with you, I do not want to have to get our house cleansed."

"No promises. I kinda want whatever made you cuddly in the basement," Rhea joked. One glare stopped that amusement in its tracks. "Not funny, got it."

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[dreeamscapeee]

Forgive and forget

Summary: Damian reflects to moments with Y/N before ‘it’ happened

Damian Wayne x Fem!reader

Warnings: Cheating

A/N: Just so that it not weird both Dami and you are in your early 20’s/ and the ending is kind of weird🫤

Damian never thought that he could ever love someone so much, with his mother drilling it into his brain that he would only ever get married for power. That when he was to have kids, they would only be the best of the best, with only the best of the best.

He remembers the day he met her, she was Jasons reading buddy at the local library, nobody really understood why he still went there considering the vast selection of books in the Maners private library that were exceptionally more well-kept than the books at the local library.

He isn’t sure where he messed up, and why he hurt her but he will forever regret it, and wish he had a chance to apologize.

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''What the hell is wrong will you?!'' Y/n shouted

Damain sat there staring at a wall, The screaming would only last a few minutes, but they felt like hours to him.

He didn't know if he was surprised or not. It always stared the same way; they would say their hellos and y/n would go back to whatever she was doing before he walked in.

It always was 5-10 minutes after he walked in, and Damain was never sure how or why they started but they did.

The first couple times he tried arguing back but he just realized that all it did was make the argument longer than it needed to be, so now all he does it let her curse, and scream at him.

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Y/n was at the library again, only this time she was waiting for Jason to show up.

Jason was late, and He was never late he always made it a point to be on time.

Just as y/n was about to call him the door opened and in walked the billionaire's sons, Jason and Damian Wayne.

The older brother had a look of slight anger on his face while the younger looked smug with a small grin growning on his face.

The h/c girl stood up to greet the boys, as she was walking towards them she heard Damian mutter and soft, “Why are we here again?”

Jason only looked at the boy before turning his head to continue looking for y/n.

As the brunette spotted her she was only a few steps away.

“Jason!” The girl squealed with a smile on her face, “Why are you late?” She added on with a glance towards the youngest Wayne.

Jason sighed as he stared to explain, “ I have to watch the demon seed, and he didn’t want to leave his dog alone” speaking the last part Jason rolled his eyes.

Damian squinted his eyes and replied, “Titus has a name, so use it you imbecile”.

The resurrected man simply rolled his eyes again

Y/n stuck her hand out to Damian. The boy simply looked at it and almost visibly recoiled, Damian was heir to the demon he didn’t need to touch some girl he doesn’t know, but one look from Jason he took y/n’s s/c hand in his.

Y/n felt sparks. That’s the only thing she could describe it as, it the kind of sparks that you see people talk about at the movies, the kind that you never thought would exist.

Jason looked between the two; as they were still hand in hand, he wondered what they were thinking, but Jason knew one thing and it was that he would get them together if it was the last thing he’ll do.

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“I DONT KNOW WHY IM STILL WITH YOU” then a slam.

‘This was new’ Damian thought as he watch the picture frame of them two and Titus fall and shatter. He missed those days, the days were he wanted to go go home; now he dreads it.

The brunette went to go and get a broom to clean the glass before Titus hurt himself. While cleaning the glass he couldn’t help but think of how things escalated that night, and he knew it was his fault.

He doesn’t know why he just doesn’t tell her; if he did it might save their relationship, and right now it desperately needed to be saved.

He was sacred out his mind to tell her though, they were together 2 years and she was adamant about trust and telling each other important things, and this was important.

Maybe he could make dinner and then just tell her “Hey, your boyfriend is a superhero and that why I come home late, I’m not cheating on you!” Damian groaned thinking about it, having a girlfriend is hard.

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Damian didn’t know how it happened, but it did. He became the one thing he prided himself on not being, and the worse part of it all was that he couldn’t hide it.

The now 23 year old sighed at the mess he got himself in; and this was a big mess. Looking around he tried to find a way out of the bed with out waking the h/c girl next to him, who was currently clinging onto his waist.

As he was trying to get her arms off him, he heard the front door open along with some barking.

Damian was really panicking now, and as he heard the footsteps get closer he closed him eyes and waited for the inevitable.

When the door opened he saw a pair of blue eyes and a white patch of hair.

Slowly the door opened before a pissed Jason was fully shown, whisper yelling Jason asked, “What the hell? Is this her? No this can’t be her she was at my apartment crying last night”

The h/c girl next to them stared to move around before opening her eyes and looking around before landing and staying on Jason’s.

With big eyes the girl begged, “Don’t tell her, Please don’t tell her”

Before Jason could get a word out, the front door opened again and everyone got scared.

The h/c girl started to scramble to get out of the bed but found herself on top of Damian, both still bare from the activity’s the night before. Jason stood there and watched as they incriminated themselves.

When Jason was ready to go and help he felt a tap on his back and saw the woman he would spend hours reading with, and couldn’t help but feel pain for her with what she was about to witness. Slowly Jason moved out the way to show y/n the mess going on behind her.

When y/n saw it she wanted to throw up, the man she thought she would spend forever with was underneath her very naked sister.

Her sister. Y/n scoffed and with teary eyes meekly asked, “ Is this why you didn’t come back? I just asked you to get my clothes for me, not sleep with my boyfriend”

Y/n looked around again before shaking her head and starting to walk out. She saw Damian’s lips move but she couldn’t hear anything. As she walked out she stared at the pictures on the wall and just wondered where they went wrong? Where she went wrong. She swears she did everything right, she cooked and cleaned for him, when he got home late.

Grabbing her keys with tears running down her face she walked to her car and just wondered was it normal to feel this much hate for someone.

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[redhead-batgal]

Bombs expert! Reader with Jason or Damian! Please?! Maybe her trying to disable a bomb and the others are anxious and worried? I mean of course you can write it the way you want hehe. It's a great idea anyway

Type: Drabble

Pairing: Bombs expert! Reader x Jason Todd/Red Hood

Content: sibling antics and cute couple fluff

Word Count: 889

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Interactions with the Wayne's wasn't a smart move, but then again, they brought the spark back into your life that disappeared after you were kicked out of school.

So, when Jason, the man you were technically with, call frantically asking you to come over and defuse a bomb he found you nearly died laughing. Life with them was never normal and you actually loved it.

By the time you had made it to the manor, Jason had called twice and sent you dozens of texts. You shook your head, heading up to his room.

Poking your head into the room, you saw a strange object peeking out from underneath the misplaced bed. Tilting your head, you gave the object a confused look and moved to walk in only to hear footsteps pounding.

They skidded across the floor and suddenly arms were around your waist yanking you out of the room. You shrieked slightly before being pulled down the hall. The person set you down and you spun around to see Jason behind you.

You laughed before shaking you head and placing your hand on your hips.

"Dude, what was that for?"

Jason blinked before pointing back to his room.

"Bomb, in there."

You narrowed your eyes and turned back towards the room leaning to the side to barely see the doorway.

"Can I go and disarm it or you gonna yank me out of there again?"

Jason was silent and you took that as a yes. Walking towards the room you walked in. Seeing the small object, you blinked shaking your head.

It looked like a bomb... not a good one, one more a- oh. oh Haha. Walking over to it you looked over the bomb and shook your head. Looking around the room you spotted a pencil on the surprisingly neat desk.

Grabbing the pencil, you walked over to the 'bomb' and pushed a pencil under one of the wires. Yanking upward you smiled hearing someone hiss out behind you. Rolling your eyes, you pressed the pencil tip into another wire and jiggled. Lights on the bomb flashed before a whirling sound echoed, dying out before there was a faint click.

Taking a step back you smiled and reached towards the 'explosives' and pulled them from the bomb. Shaking it you heard a liquid swish around inside and you laughed.

Jason appeared over your shoulder, and you held the explosives up.

"Looks like one of your sibs tried to prank you with a fake bomb."

"Fake?" Jason asked, "no I know bombs."

You turned and looked him in the eyes smiling, "I made this bomb print Jay. Whoever used it made it look like a bomb and even did highly intricate paintings on the bottle to make it look threatening."

Jason took the bottle from your grip and pulled it to his face. He let out a low sound and you raised an eyebrow. Holding the bottle in your face and narrowed his eyes.

"Are you training the demon spawn?"

You shook your head and shrugged, "Old man asked me to teach the kid how to disarm a bomb. That includes making one, Bruce unfortunately didn't know that. So, yeah, I've been teaching-training him."

Jason scowled turning around marching towards the door. However, standing in the doorway was Damian, holding a black cat.

"Todd, Teacher."

You smiled smugly and turned towards Jason to see him glaring.

"Baby bat-brat you didn't do it right." You sighed stopping Jason from talking.

Damian blinked, tilted his head and let the cat leap from his arms before walking into the room. He walked over towards the bomb and narrowed his eyes.

"What did I do wrong?"

"Well for one you used a canister instead of actual stink bombs and second you made it look too real. You focused on making a forgery instead of a functioning stink bomb. Next time hide it better and make it small, the more details the bigger the punch you can give."

Damian sighed shaking his head, turning back around he nodded.

"I understand. I will correct myself and do better next time."

He then moved to walk out of the room, however you reached out and grabbed onto his arm stopping him. He met your eyes, and you gave him a reprimanding look.

"If you're planning on practicing, do it out of the manor. On the grounds but not inside. Alfred would kill you."

Damian slowly nodded and Jason was suddenly pressed against your side. You pushed him back and let Damian go. He hurried out of the room, and you felt Jason wrap his arms around you once again.

Squeezing slightly, he pressed his head against your back.

"I can't believe you helped my brother sabotage me!"

You slapped his hand laughing, "I can't believe he fooled you!"

Jason grumbled something into your back before raising his head nuzzling your neck.

"Maybe I just wanted an excuse to get you over here."

You laughed and he hugged you tighter.

"I've missed you Y/N."

"I saw you last week."

You laughed against leaning into him with a smile. Jason grumbled something pressing his face against your shoulder blade.

"And? I've missed you. I like your face."

You laughed again cherishing his touch as you closed your eyes and humming.

"I like yours too."

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[veronica-17-hood]

jason todd x reader

- fluff fluff fluff (with slight angst)

- mentions of damian wayne and tim drake

- enjoy ;)

“i’m a little busy right now sweetheart.”

the ruffed voice of the one and only jason todd filled the stale air and static between the phone back to his girl who had called him more times than he can count all within the same beating of the same set of goons.

“you had time to answer the phone.” you answered in a simple voice, earning a huff from your boyfriend. you took a beat, waiting for some sarcastic comment to be fired back at you but when the line comes up empty, “you know i’m right.”

a quick grunt and pause followed, jay’s heavy breathing filling the line before responding “i never question you.”

“so when you asked me if i knew what i was doing early?” your brow raised as your body lifted from the couch in one of the many living rooms in wayne manor, heading toward the kitchen where you heard your name being beckoned from god know which brother.

a sigh and a double click insinuating his helmet was coming off, “you were trying to fix the wiring of the lights in the bathroom.” a pause, silence from the both of you. “you could have electrocuted yourself.”

your hand pushed the swinging door of the kitchen open, hearing the chatter lower as you stepped closer to the figures waiting for you. “you were watching me, not like you would let me get hurt.” your words trailed as you headed towards the two boys rolling their eyes and making gagging noises sat at the kitchen table.

“yeah jay, never gonna let y/n get hurt huh?” tim’s voice took over the conversation now beckoning you to put your boyfriend, his brother on speaker.

before you did anything or jason even had time to process the jab damian’s voice carried his way into the conversation snickering, “y/n was probably trying to find a way to leave todd without having to tell him.”

now this earned the younger boy a slap to the back of the head, his eyes narrowing in skits but his lips curling down to mutter the small sorry toward the woman he did actually see as family but didn’t say it loud enough to so his older brother could hear.

“i’m gonna kill them.” jay snapped through the phone, a kick blown to whomever was currently laying on the ground in front of him.

“you won’t.�� you snapped back, no hesitation.

“i will.” he repeated, heavy steps crushing through gravel that lines gotham alleyways under his shoes.

your brows furrowed in frustration, a small smile on your face because of the situation, tim grabbing your phone and placing in between the three of you, clicking speaker as he sang to his brother “no you won’t.”

“tell why i won’t replacement?” you could hear the humor in your boyfriends voice as he jabbed at his favorite brother (jay told you that once and made you swear to never admit that he really did love timmy) and i was sure the boys could too.

“because you’ll make y/n all sad.” tim faked a sad, hurt voice, fake sobs as he wiped his fake tears toward me all in attempts to make you laugh which of course proves that the younger boys would win this argument.

“y/n will be just fine without you and the demon brat.” your eyes rolled at the comment watching as damian reached across the marble island for your phone, gripping it white knuckles.

“tt” damian looked at you and then back at the phone, smiling up at you like a devil, your heart and grin dropped slightly as you never truly know what the 13 year old is up to. even tim got quite, stopped his laughter as he watched his younger sibling smile at the two of you. “if y/n would be fine without us why is she taking me to see her new art exhibit before you then?”

tim looked back and forth between the two of you, wide eyes and jaw dropped, your one hand slapped to your mouth, the other reaching the twist damian’s ear, and the demons head was smiling ( a rare sight, a somewhat scary sight) waiting for his brother to response but you were all met with silence.

the gravel stopped crushing signaling jason stopped walking. even his breathing sounded like it halted. the silence was loud, no one moved and everyone’s eyes were connected all look at the phone waiting for something.

you were only bringing damian to your new exhibit first a) you knew he would be brutally honest on how the set up should be or if any pieces should or should not included and b) because you knew he would give you the honest opinion on the piece of work you did on and for jason. if damian thought it was too much or it didn’t seem right you would put it up.

making things of or for jason was hard because you never wanted to cross any lines or make him feel uncomfortable. he wasn’t good with gestures and he even though he always said he wish he could see himself through your eyes (which is what the artwork was) you were always so worried that he would feel like he didn’t meet those standards and leave, and you couldn’t have him leave, you would die without him.

“D please give y/n back the phone.” jays voice finally filled the phone and seriousness of the tone and the solemness of the room caused damian’s smile to drop drastically.

he was only teasing, like the group of boys do everyday and night, he didn’t mean to take it this far, he didn’t mean to cause a fight.

if there was one thing everyone knew was that damian did love and respect you. for more reasons then one. you had been around for 4 years now, you knew about the life of crime and vigilantism that occurred in the basement of the manor you were currently in. you respected damian, helped him with everything he needed. you did that with all the boys, they all loved you like family and they always made sure jason didn’t screw anything up so they can keep you around.

but now damian was scared he did the one thing all the boys never wanted jason to do, he thinks he screwed it up.

damian passed the phone back over to you, dropping the hand covering your mouth to pick it up. you didn’t want to move from your spot incase it was nothing serious, in case he was just asking a question.

the whole reason you called him in the first place was because tim had asked you for homework help and you didn’t know the answer but you knew jay did. and then once he helped it him out you were going to ask what the three boys wanted to eat because alfred was out of town and you felt bad making jay cook when he got back from patrol.

“am i off speaker?”

you weren’t sure why you were so nervous of the conversation about to happen but it was clear the boys were too, staring at you like a zoo animal in its cage, waiting to see if you were going to start crying or laughing.

“mhm.” your lip instinctively went between your teeth, free hand tapping on the countertop and taking every few second to pick it up and point at something tim was doing for homework silently asking if he needed help.

“i thought i was always the first to see your pieces?” his voice was small, he was hurt and of course he was hurt, he was always the first.

“you are.” your body turned so your back was to the boys, words mumbled as you kept your lip tucked between your teeth.

“quit mumbling darling, your gonna tear a hole in your lip.” he spoke with a sigh, the gravel sound crushing under his boots returned now just quieter than before, he was walking slow. “so why are you taking damian?”

you couldn’t tell him about your special piece, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go, so you took the route no person ever wants to take, “you trust me, yeah?”

“with my life.”

“so trust me.” you repeated, taking a deep breath, “this is the only time you won’t be the first person to see them, the only time.” your voice held it’s own hearing your boyfriends matching sigh on the other end along with an engine hum going from roaring to a soft purr covering up the sound of the gravel, meaning bats was there waiting to bring the two of them home.

“i love you.” his voice rang through, sending shivers and shocks through your body. a warm feeling and a smile spread across your face, turning your back back around to the boys patiently waiting for the outcome.

“i love you more.” you breathed out, the two younger brothers silently praising god, tim smiling with you and damian finally taking a well needed breath of relief.

“you promise thi-“

“i promise.”

you nodded frantically even though he couldn’t see you. smiling down as you traced shapes on the counter top. you still can’t get over the fact that jason actually said he loved you with the chance of bruce or his sibling might hear it. it’s not a common phrase in his nature. it usually only comes out on special days or every once in a blue moon.

you always know he loves you but to hear it every now and again really just sends you flying.

“i’ll see you when i get home?” he asked, the sound of the hydraulic door opening, his body sounds like he is shuffling in.

“of course.” your voice carried like nothing at all, tim is now making kissy noises and damian texting like a mad men to god knows who. “tim needs help with his essay when you get here too.” you sheepishly added before he could say bye, a small chuckle coming from him just as you expected.

“that’s why you called isn’t it?” the sounds of buckles going down abs doors shutting signifying he’s in the car now with bruce.

“yeah and to ask what you wanted to eat.” you spoke softly, tim and damian now speaking left and right in your ear about where they would like to eat.

“B and I will grab everyone something from the place in 5th.” jason spoke now, turning to bruce who had his brow raised and his usual frown on his face, but he was another who couldn’t say no to you, he loved you like his own kids.

“m’kay.” a small paused, the sound of bruce changing the dials and knobs in the car, “i’ll see you in a few, bye lover boy.”

“bye darling.” jason took the phone away from his ear, pressing the red button at the bottom before tossing it into the helmet that was resting in his lap.

his adoptive father turning toward him now with a smirk on his face, proud of his son and the man he’s become. “do you mind telling me why damian texted me an ‘SOS’ about 30 minutes ago but called it off?”

jason smiled, head resting back on the headrest with a shake of his head. “he shouldn’t have called it off, i’m still gonna kill him, but can’t do that on an empty stomach now can we?”

bruce just smiled, starting the car off in the direction of the place on 5th you and jason love so much. which is also subsequently where jason had ditched his motorcycle before trailing after the goons on foot, so just about a block away. jason looking out the window wondering how he got so lucky and wondering how you were able to get his guard so far down that you have him saying i love you in his red hood gear and having batman picking you up food. he doesn’t understand it but he loves it.

pulling into the batcave, food in hand, jason off his bike with a smile on his face heading toward the stairs quickly.

“don’t hurt damian too bad yeah?” bruce voiced knowing no son means to do harm but sometimes, unconsciously they do.

“no promises b.” a small smile and a deep chuckle as he lead the way to the kitchen where the sounds of laughter and shouts of pleads came.

“i’m sorry y/n! please!”

“you better run dami!”

jason pushed the door open, placing the food on the counter, eyeing the situation of his girlfriend chasing damian with a spoon and tim filming the whole thing as bruce trailed in behind, arms crossed, cowl down, smiling before he advised his youngest son,

“you heard the woman, run damian.”

*art by @jjmk-jjmk

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[notwonderlandsworld]

Becoming (Batkid!Reader)

I actually felt like this week was pretty slow for some reason. How are you guys? I’d appreciate it if some of yall actually commented, feels like I'm not really writing for no one. Regardless if you do, I still have a love for writing so…Comment, ask me questions if you want? And please reblog! It helps me a lot! Enjoy!

*(Y/N) is gender neutral; race neutral.

SPECIAL NOTE: all of my child fics/daughter/son/sibling fics will be with an adopted reader and not a biological one. Biological would mean that half of these parents/couples would be mixed, so no I won’t be doing biological. Especially when it comes to predominantly white characters.

pairing(s): Bruce Wayne/Batman x Child!Reader

warning(s): mentions of suicide, details of adolescent murder, disposal of bodies, dark themes and disturbing situations, cursing; read at your own risk!!!

word count: 4.4k

Four months had passed since Damian asked if you wanted to be trained. Since then, your limbs seemed to be more flexible and more smooth with your movements.

You even managed to grow some muscle and tone out your arms some. Then again, Damian ensured when you guys first started that he wouldn’t go easy on you.

Sure enough, the family began to notice the changes as well. Damian would have to hide his smirk of approval whenever someone complimented. It was dinner night with the whole family—which means Dick and Jason came over since they didn’t live at the manor.

Tim sat down next to you and squeezed your arm. You stilled, putting the fork down. Jason looked over and raised a brow. “So…is no one gonna say anything?” Giggling, you stared at Tim who let go.

Impressed, he asked you, “Have you been working out or something? I don’t think I've ever seen a 10 year old have such toned arms.”

You looked over at Damian, who poked at his potatoes. The rest of the family waited for you to speak, even Bruce was interested. He noticed the change in your physique as well, but figured it had been because you had a functioning diet compared to the orphanage.

You scratched at your cheek, “Well…I have been taking an exercise class at school. Guess it’s paid off.” You saw Damian roll his eyes. You looked over at Bruce. “R-Remember when I told you I’d be joining a club.”

Bruce smiled, “That’s right, the weightlifting club was it? What kind of exercise are they making you do? They aren’t too straining I hope?”

“No they aren’t too bad! I promise!”

Dick was about to respond when Alfred came back, an envelope in hand. He walked up to the table, “I do hate to bother, but Mx. (Y/N) there is a letter addressed to you.” Alfred placed it on the kitchen counter.

You were just as confused as everyone else right now. Shrugging, you looked at the butler. “I’ll look at it later. Thanks Alfred.” Dinner continued on.

Long after, you were now sitting on one of the sofas in the main living rooms. Ripping the envelope, you heard Jason ask, “What’s it say, Runt?” You stifled a laugh. It was a nickname he’d given you after sizing you up.

One day, while you finished training with Damian, Jason scooped you up and held you out in front of him.

You blinked at the feeling of hands grabbing underneath your armpits and lifting you up. Going stiff, you had no idea what to do. You don’t recall ever being carried like this (besides Batman, who did a better job than whoever the culprit was).

Turning around, Jason was looking you up and down like people do at the grocery stores with fruit.

“Man,” he mumbled, “You’re so small. Almost like a runt…” Wiggling, Jason saw the lack of comfort and let you go. He placed a straight hand on your head and traced it over to his navel.

You looked at him before walking towards him until you were squished to him.

“You’re just tall.” you muffled out. Jason laughed, pulling you away by the shoulders. He raised a brow at you. “Like I said. Runt.”

Ever since that incident, the name stuck. Jason stopped calling you (Y/N) and settled for ‘Runt’. Hey, it was better than Demon Spawn. Cue Damian’s eye roll—

Throwing the envelope to the side, inside was a taped letter. You faced Bruce, who eventually came into the scene. He rested his arms behind the sofa. He peered down at the paper and looked surprised.

“The orphanage?” This caught the boy's attention. They all settled down on different spots, waiting. You began reading silently. With each word, you felt your heart stop and shook.

Tears welling up—you didn't notice until you saw droplets fall onto the paper—and feeling Bruce rest his hand onto your shoulder, you looked up at him with a blank stare.

“Cassie...”

Bruce grew fearful as you shrugged him off harshly and ran to the door. What was going on? He snapped himself out of it and yelled for you. “(Y/N)!” Luckily, Dick was near the door and managed to catch up to you.

The oldest son felt his knees scrape against the cobblestone of the manor as his arms wrapped around your body. He held you against him as your sobs grew louder and stronger.

Meanwhile everyone followed outside, worried over what caused the child to react in such a way. Bruce felt unsettled at the sight before him.

Dick was trying to ask (Y/N) whereas they seemed to not hear them. Their sobs overpowering any other noise and voice. The brothers followed suit in an attempt to comfort their newest sibling.

Damian was the only one standing next to Bruce now. All-be-it concerned as well, he held out the paper to his father, having read it already. He looked pitiful.

“Read its contents, Father.” He took the paper from his son’s hand and began to examine it:

Dear (Y/N),

With deep sadness we want to inform you that one of our children, Cassandra Vazquez, passed away on XX/XX/XXXX. A funeral will be held to commemorate her life and cherished memories. May her soul rest in peace.

As we know, you seemed to be close friends with her, thus we would like to invite you to remember her and say a final goodbye.

Funeral will be held at Gotham’s Main Memoriam on Oak Nut Road at 1:00PM

Our Main Number: XXX-XXX-XXXX

Sincerely,

G.C. Homes for Children.

Oh no. Looking up at his child who was still sobbing into Dick’s shoulder, he saw the tears continuing to stream down (Y/N)’s face. Looking hopelessly, they blinked up towards their adoptive father.

Bruce clenched his jaw as he tried his hardest not to rip the paper in his grip. He had the phone number memorized, he’d call later for more details on the situation.

-

You sat next to Bruce and Tanika at the funeral. There were about 13 people in total.

Recognizing some familiar faces, you saw Andre, Markus, Erica, hell even Tonya was there.

The whole thing lasted about an hour. While everyone left, you remained with Bruce. Tanika guided you to the burial, squeezing your hand in comfort. She seemed to be taking Cassie’s death as equally bad as you, if not more.

Makes sense, she’d known the girl way longer than you.

Taking one more look over the grave, a hand landed on your shoulder. Looking up, it was Bruce. “How’re you feeling?” he asked softly. It’s not the first time he’s been in a situation like this.

Staying silent, you gave a measly shrug, “Numb.” There was no real way to describe everything you were feeling at the moment. Cassie died, and you haven’t been told why or how.

Not a single staff at the orphanage bothered to explain anything, they just expressed how sympathetic they felt. Someone had to know something. They had to.

Which is why Tanika was currently dragging you to the restroom, leaving a confused Bruce. You were about to question what was going on before she said aloud, “I was hoping you could come with me to the restroom, (Y/N).”

Bruce grabbed the woman before she could leave with you. His instincts kicked in as he looked at the woman suspiciously.

Tanika looked at Bruce and raised a brow. “I’m just taking her to the restroom.” But for some reason he still felt worried. Looking at your direction, Bruce asked if you were certain or ‘ok’.

You looked at him, surprised. He seemed to be…concerned? You weren’t complaining, but he’d never acted protective over you up until now.

Maybe he felt like it was his responsibility, after seeing what happened with Cassie. But why would he—

Then it clicked. Cassie had died in the hands of the orphanage.

Bruce had been informed instead of you. Someone knew something, and it was him. Why hadn’t he said anything? Was he waiting for you to figure it out?

Holding the rush of emotions about to leave your lips, you nodded and dragged Tamika towards the ceremony hall. Once you made it to the bathrooms, you heard her sigh in relief. Letting go of her hand, you crossed your arms.

Tanika had changed so much.

You remember her having blond, curly locks. Now it was all buzzed off and black. She used to wear clear-blue glasses.Now she had these contacts that changed her usual green eyes to a dark brown. She also seemed to have gotten a tan as her face had some evident freckles now.

She looked over at you before heading towards the sink. She gulped, “Looks like it’s a one-person bathroom. I’ll—”

“Tell me why you brought me here.”

“What do you mean? I need—”

“I know I'm only 10, but that doesn’t mean I'm stupid, Tanika. You brought me here for a reason. Please…” Walking close, you gave her a soft look, “You know something. What happened?”

Tanika looked at the bathroom before locking it. She sighed, she hoped no one saw the two of you go in.

“When Cassie died…” she choked back her sob with a gulp, “I found her body in the courtyard. She looked like she was sleeping, but when I went over to wake her up…she was already gone. I screamed and cried for the staff to help. Anyone, anything. The only one who seemed to hear me was Markus…”

You remember Markus.

He had been around a couple times at the orphanage when you were still there. He was a nice, young man in his mid 20s. Markus would come every weekend with his nail polish set and offer to paint any child who wanted their nails done.

He would always paint his red because he said it was his favorite color. You remember how he painted yours yellow one time.

He also had a crush on Tamika, who denied liking him back every time you asked.

Letting out a shaky breath, Tamika continued, “He came out of nowhere and called an ambulance while heading inside to bring help. While I was holding Cassie, I saw a water bottle at the end of her feet. It looked like a water bottle, she must’ve drank from it. But something was off…”

“Like what?” you asked quietly, fearing someone would hear.

She closed her eyes before answering, “Water bottles are supposed to be clear. Hers was a bit red, and there were hints of powder inside it.” Oh god, you covered your mouth in horror.

Could Cassie have possibly tried to…no. In those months you had gotten to know your friend, she would never let herself get to that point.

Looking up at the woman, you asked the question, “You don't think she…” but Tamika shook her head.

“Not even close…when I checked for a pulse on her neck, there were scratch marks and bruises. Almost as if someone was trying to…strangle her.” You tried to cover up your sob, but failed. Tamika brought you in for a hug.

She did her best to attempt to calm you before adding, “There were some red specks on her. I thought it was blood at first, but it had this weird consistency. I picked it up, and gathered several pieces for the police. But they had no idea what it could be. They figured it was pieces of her jacket that must’ve shed off…”

Your head was now resting on the woman’s shoulder. “Do you think it was that?” you asked, feeling her hair rub against your own. She shook her head ‘no’.

“It had this weird, gel-like, gooey texture. I don’t think fleece would feel like that. Especially on a jacket.”

You stiffened at the mention of the gooey-like feel. Eyes blank, you felt your hands clench into her jacket.

After a few minutes, the both of you headed out. Seeing Bruce not far away, you waved goodbye to Tanika and ran towards your adoptive father. He looked you over before guiding you outside. Tanika rubbed her face before walking away, looking abashed.

-

Heading back home, you ignored Bruce’s attempts to comfort you, only responding with a simple ‘yes’ and ‘no’. The man grew worried. He decided not to hover over you as he made way inside the house, you following not too far behind.

The boys were waiting in the living room. Dick was the first one to get up and wrap you into a hug. Jason sat up, crossing his arms and checking you over. Tim followed his oldest brother and kneeled beside you, a hand on your shoulder. Damian sat still.

“Oh (Y/N)…” Dick began as he felt your head fall onto his shoulder. He held you closer as you decided to snuggle further into him. Tim’s hand left your shoulder and looked back at the other two. “What should we do…” Of course he rolled his eyes when they both shrugged at him.

“You guys don’t have to do anything…” pulling away from Dick, you gave him a small smile. Although it didn’t look too convincing, you hoped it would at least give you a chance to escape. “I’m alright now. Feel a lot better than a week ago…”

You turned to Bruce, who seemed to be observing the scene before him, and gestured up the stairs. “I think I wanna be alone in my room. Just for a bit…is that ok?” you asked.

The man nodded, “Of course. Remember, this is your house too, (Y/N). You don’t have to ask me.” He gave a pat to your head, awaiting your next move.

Everyone was shocked when you turned to the youngest Robin. “Damian.” The boy stiffened at his name. He stood up from his spot and faced you.

“What?”

A small ‘ow’ escaped him as Tim hit his arm, glaring at the boy to not act so straight-forward. Damian was about to yell at him before you stopped any further altercation with a question. “Can you come upstairs with me, quickly? I just wanna talk to you a little bit.”

Jason raised a brow at you, now heading upstairs with Damian not far behind.

Once reaching your room, you pushed Damian inside. He was about to retort, but you threw a pamphlet—you received it during the funeral—at his chest. Damian looked it over. It highlighted Cassie’s achievements and life. Glaring at the floor, you looked at the boy with a stoic face.

“You need to train me…”

Huh? Damian was confused as you focused on nothing in particular, walking around your room. He had already been training you extensively.

You had already managed to bring him down in fights, were quick with your dodges—a little reckless with your punches—and overall ready to be considered a skilled fighter in his eyes.

“I don’t follow.” he answered. Stopping, you looked over at him, vendetta written across your features. “I need you to train me…specifically on how to kill someone.”

Ok now that caught his attention. “Why?” he asked. You decided to explain everything. Damian sat there and took in every word.

He might’ve left the League of Assassins long ago, but that didn’t mean the skills he acquired there did.

Once finished, he stood up and shrugged, “You sure it was him?” you glared.

“Who the fuck else would it be?”

Damian scoffed and rolled his eyes before scowling back at you, “So you’re not even sure if it was actually him? We’ve already covered that you’re not an imbecile, so don’t start acting like one now.”

“Well what am I supposed to do?! If you’re not gonna help me then I'll just do this thing myself.”

“I never said I didn’t want to help, but being impatient will help no one. Trust me when I say you need to learn how to control yourself, emotions and actions.”

He looked earnestly, “You’ll never find a solution if you don't see the problem.”

“What problem?”

Damian groaned, rubbing a hand over his face before scorning. “Don’t you see? You wanna assassinate someone before even knowing it was actually him!”

“I know it was him!”

“How?”

“Because Tanika told me what she found! She saw Markus being alone with Cassie when she found her dead!”

Damian sighed, rubbing at his chin before grabbing the pamphlet. Looking it over, he showed you the pamphlet while pointing at one of the pictures, “Who’s this?” You observed and gave a sad look.

It was a picture of Cassie at the park with you and Tamika; you had gotten in trouble earlier and they both wanted to cheer you up. Tamika took the picture with her phone.

“That’s me with Cassie. The older woman was one of the staff working at the orphanage.” You chuckled, grabbing the pamphlet from him. “You know what’s funny, she doesn’t even look like this anymore.”

“She got a new look?” Damian asked.

“Completely. I almost didn’t recognize her when I saw her again. Don’t know why she changed completely.”

It was silent for a few seconds before you apologized to Damian. He waited for you to continue.

“Look, I know I'm sounding impatient…but I really do think it’s Markus who killed Cassie. Everything Tamika told me is leading to him. Why would he randomly appear out of nowhere the exact moment Tamika found Cassie’s body.”

“...you do have a point, but we still need to make sure. You know where they live.”

You shook your head, “No, but I do know he still works at the orphanage.”

Damian nodded before stepping aside, “Alright…we’ll head out tomorrow and check it out. I have patrol with Father today.” He headed towards the door.

Looking back at you, he warned, “I could get in serious trouble for this. I mean really deep trouble; so you better hope you're right about your instincts.”

Before he headed out he also told you, “I’m not wearing my Robin suit for it either, we’ll have to wear some disguises.”

“Wait, why?” you asked. Damian rolled his eyes, scoffing. Imbecile.

“Do you want to get caught trespassing on residential property?”

Oh. You shook your head. Damian didn’t say anything further as he closed the door behind him.

-

The next day came by fast and soon it was already nighttime. Twelve to be exact.

Bruce and Tim had already left while Dick and Jason decided to stay the night, hoping you’d feel better with the extra company. Poor things were fast asleep on the couch, a movie playing in the background.

Meanwhile you and Damian were upstairs already changing. Combining an all black outfit, you settled for a black beanie on your head when Damian ordered you to cover completely.

Facing the mirror, you scowled. Damian was in your room putting on some black shoes.

“I look like a robber.”

“Tch, that’s the point, idiot.”

Soon the two of you headed out the window, successfully avoiding the cameras in the yard and headed towards the garage. Damian slowly headed inside after opening it and told you to stay put. He later came out with a motorcycle.

“Who’s bike is that—”

“Todds,” Damian answered before getting on it, “Get on, before he wakes up and sees us.”

“If you don’t want him to catch us then why did you grab his?!”

“Because the other one’s are in the Batcave and this moron decided to leave it here instead! Now if you don’t want to get caught then get on the bike and stop talking!”

Groaning, you sat behind him and wrapped your arms around his midsection. Damian turned on the motor-vehicle as quiet as he could and sped out of the driveway.

Arriving at the orphanage, you saw it was closed. All the lights were off. The coast seemed clear. Turning to Damian, you pulled out a crooked, bent wire. He didn’t seem to understand your insinuation until you gestured to the main doors.

“I used to have my fair-share of sneaking out during my time here.”

“Why?”

“It got boring sometimes.” you said with a shrug. Damian groaned in annoyance before throwing you a scowl. “Well?”

“What?” you asked.

“Open the door!”

You jammed the wire inside the locks and wiggled it a few times. After three minutes, you managed to hear a beautiful ‘click’ noise and the door opened up. You went inside, Damian following behind.

Everyone seemed to be asleep, except for the door unhinged with the bright light blasting through. Upon closer inspection you heard wet noises followed by lips smacking and moans. Someone was making out; gross.

Slowly hiding in a corner, you peeked around. Your jaw hit the floor.

Markus and Tanika were fucking swapping spit.

You were about to leave when you heard them pull away from each other. Markus cupped the woman's face; she looked remorseful. At the mention of Cassie, you felt your heart stop.

“I got rid of the girl for ya. Now we can be together like you said; you can give me what I want.” Markus told her. Tanika looked unsure and scared. She shoved the man off her.

“You really think I’m gonna be with you after what you did?! I-I didn’t think you’d actually do it. Cassie was just a child and you—” she choked when Markus grabbed her by the throat.

Squeezing harder he said, “You fuckin’ asked me too. You said you wanted to get rid of her so you can leave with the money her parents donated to the foundation. I get 40 percent, remember?”

“But I didn't mean to k-kill her! Just have her disappear, you monster! Cassie’s gone and it’s all your fault!! What good does this money even mean now?!” she shouted as she pulled an envelope out.

It was loaded with cash. Tears fell down Tanika’s face as she dropped to her knees and covered her face.

Markus was not entertained, “You fuckin’ asked me. I made a plan for you and me to run away. Now you're feeling upset? If they figure out it was me, I'm a goner and I'm taking you down with me, bitch!”

She screamed as they began to fight one another. You didn’t notice when you pulled a knife out and ran at both of them.

There was no other way to describe how you felt about Tanika other than betrayal. You felt the same way you felt at Cassie’s funeral.

Numb.

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You didn’t even notice Damian had pulled you away from the bloody mess you created.

The boy grunted as he managed to hall you off the two obvious corpses, struggling to rip the knife from your arms. He needed to get rid of as much evidence as possible.

Turning you around, he grabbed your cheeks at an attempt to snap you out of your haze.

“(Y/N) come on!” Shaking you, he finally managed to bring you back. You looked blankly disappointed at Damian. You looked sick, “She lied…she was a part of it all along. She lied…Because of her, Cassie is dead…”

“Yeah…yeah I heard everything…Let’s get you cleaned up,” He pulled out a rag and cleaned you up as best as he could. The blood stains on your clothes were soon dry while Damian managed to dispose of the bodies in a bag.

He’d have to burn them along with your clothes. For now all that was left was to clean the floor. Finding a closet, he was able to find some mops.

Handing you one, he sprayed the floor with a cleaning material before beginning to wipe. “Let’s clean this mess up before someone finds us.”

Thank god the orphanage didn’t settle on cameras.

It took roughly one hour to leave the place spotless. Damian drove you back home, the trash bags in the back. You wanted to ask him how he managed to fit both the bodies in a single bag.

He didn’t answer, except by saying he was going to destroy any possible evidence. Once you arrived at the manor, he dropped you off.

“Clean your face off first and then shower. Got it? Make sure you throw those clothes away too.”

So now here you are, taking a shower after sneaking back inside through your window. Scrubbing hard, you let the red come off your body, but it did nothing to help how you were still feeling right now. You were clean, so why did you feel so dirty still?

Maybe because the one person you believed loved Cassie ended up actually having her killed.

And now you got your vengeance. Cassie was justified, but now what? She was still dead, and she wasn’t coming back. Did she even know her life ended at the hands of Tamika’s orders?

You groaned, rubbing your face of any extra debris. You felt frustrated. The fact you managed to murder not one, but two people didn’t cross your mind.

Or maybe it did, but you just didn’t care at this point.

Looking down at your feet, you wondered. What now? Can you feel peace? How could you, knowing that your situation probably happened to more than just you. Was Gotham this bad?

Of course it was, when you were on the streets, you had seen your fair share of horrors on the streets. Some of them you didn’t wanna think about again, but maybe it was unnoticed to you.

Or maybe you were ignorant to just how bad it could get in this city. Had to be…you chilled at the thought of the civilians being able to live on like this.

Do these people just live on in fear? Do they go on with their lives knowing there's a killer out here every week? Or that villains like The Joker are out tormenting.

What about the villains who aren’t even known? Do they just get away with stealing and committing even worse knowing there will never be any real justice?

...Is this why Batman existed?

You stayed in the shower a couple more hours. Dick and Jason were still fast asleep in the living room, unsuspecting. Damian had come back to check on you. He was surprised you were still awake. He sat on the bed, you had a question.

“Yes?” he waited.

“I wanna help protect Gotham…”

The boy stayed silent for a few moments. Calming himself, he held back before he could oppose, asking you, “Why?”

You explained how you had an epiphany in the shower. Damian took in every word and rubbed at his temples, trying to figure out what to do. A few minutes passed before he nodded. “Alright.”

And so began your journey.

Prologue is FINALLY over! I'm even screaming because I wanted to rush this so bad but it’s all flowing pretty nicely if you ask me.

Next chapter; Bat sibling is actually going to become the Batkid and we’ll see if they end up telling Bruce or keeping their identity a secret from their own family. Please reblog! They’re helpful and appreciated.

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[alycosworld]

Harmless Trouble

Damian Wayne X Reader

A/N: woo this took a while to write. I love Damian so much he's amazing <3

also, I included Cass, Steph, Jason and Duke because even though they're not in the dcamu or young justice tv show (well, they are but we haven't seen much of them as people yet) and I haven't read many of the comics (basically none), I included them because I know what their stories are and I know their personalities. I originally thought about leaving them out but it felt wrong and very dry since they bring a lot of personality.

btw this has not been edited or checked yet, sorry for mistakes. I promise I'll get round to it.

thanks for reading and enjoy the story!

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"Damian?" You asked, looking at your boyfriend whose head laid in the crook of your neck.

"Yes, Beloved?" He asked, pulling his eyes off the movie on the TV in front of you and lifting his head to turn his attention to you.

"Am I ever gonna get to meet your family?" You asked quietly, the noise from the movie drowning out as you looked into each other's eyes.

"What?" Damian breathed out. Although you had been together for almost a year, Damian had no intention of introducing you to his family any time soon.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be pushy, it's just...well, it'd be nice to meet the other people in your life. If you don't want me to, it's okay." You smiled at him and Damian sighed before beginning his explanation.

"Initially, I didn't want you to meet my family because they are rather...strange." Damian started.

"I was afraid that they'd scare you off, so I put it aside. Of course, I knew it would have to happen someday, but I forgot about it. I wanted you to myself for a little bit longer." Damian said, and you chuckled at his confession.

"Even if your family hates me, I'm not gonna leave you." You grinned.

"They won't hate you, Beloved. I don't think anyone could." Damian smirked.

"Yeah right." You rolled your eyes.

"As of right now, my family doesn't know you exist. Maybe I could introduce you slowly." Damian said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You grinned.

"You'll see."

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"Oh hey, Demon's back. Where've you been?" Jason asked as Damian entered the living room after returning from your place. Jason and Steph sat around the coffee table while Tim and Duke packed up some Uno cards, deeming the game too dangerous to play in their household.

"Out." Damian said simply. Usually, when his family asked where he had gone after visiting you, he would tell a convincing lie. A vague answer like this, however, might give them a hint about his lover.

"Out doing what?" Tim asked.

"None of your concern, Drake." He said, slumping on the couch and petting Titus with his right hand.

Cass entered the room and as she sat down, noticed the rings on Damian's right hand. Three silver rings with simple but pretty designs on them. Two were stacked on his middle finger while the third sat on his ring finger. Cass stared at them, only stopping when Damian spoke.

"Something wrong?" Damian asked, looking at Cass.

"You wear rings?" She asked, making the other three in the room direct their attention to the jewellery Damian was wearing.

"Wow, I didn't even notice. And they're nice too, I didn't think you had taste." Steph said.

"I didn't think you owned any jewellery." Jason shrugged.

"I've had them for a while. They were a gift." Damian said. You had given him the rings a long time ago, actually. A few months into your relationship, Damian's birthday came up. You saw them and thought they would look nice on him, so that's what you got him (amongst other things). The blush on his face when you flat out told him that you thought they'd look very pretty on him was prominent and adorable, you have never let it go.

Normally, he'd take the rings off and hide them in a drawer or coat pocket when he was with his family, but when he was with you or alone, he wouldn't care who was looking.

"A gift from who?" Duke asked.

"Again, none of your concern." Damian said.

"What are we talking about?" Dick asked as he and Barbara entered the room.

"Damian's hiding something." Steph said.

"What, did he kill someone?" Barbara asked casually.

"No, I didn't. I simply got home and they started pestering me with questions." Damian glared at Jason, Tim, Steph and Cass.

"Got home from where?" Dick asked.

"That's what we wanna know!" Jason said. Damian groaned and started walking towards the stairs, Titus trailing behind him.

"Hey, where're you going?" Dick asked.

"To my room. Will you all stop asking questions?" Damian folded his arms.

"We would if you gave us an answer!" Tim said.

"You know you can tell us anything, right?" Dick asked, looking at him with sincerity in his eyes.

"Right." Damian just nodded and deadpanned at Dick, raising his eyebrows as if to say "whatever" and then disappearing up the stairs.

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Damian kept dropping subtle hints that something was up (well, really he just stopped being so careful about hiding your relationship). The Batfamily was frazzled. First, it was just the people who were there in the living room, but that soon extended to Bruce and even Alfred, partially.

"What is he up t--?" Tim stopped himself when he heard Damian's voice. Everyone except him were gathered in the living room, presenting their theories and evidence on Damian's big mystery while Alfred made cookies and pitched in occasionally.

"What else did you find?" Damian asked, holding his phone in front of him and talking to someone the others currently couldn't see on FaceTime.

"Oh god, this one is bad! People think you're Batman!" The unknown person laughed on the other end of the phone - that unknown person being you.

"Well that's a ridiculous notion." Damian said, trying to hide the smile on his face which didn't go unnoticed by everyone intensely examining him as he walked straight past them, towards the kitchen, and grabbed a cookie, nodding at Alfred in silent gratitude. Damian paid them no mind, focusing on you.

"Right? You're way too tiny to be Batman." You chuckled, making Damian frown and glare at you through the phone.

"That's-- you're being intentionally unpleasant, aren't you." Damian narrowed his eyes at you.

"Joking about your height is just too fun, Dames, I'm sorry." You giggled. Everyone perked up at that - who on this earth is allowed to call Damian Wayne "Dames"?

"That's a lie. You're not sorry." Damian said, beginning to smile a little at your laughter.

"You've grown three inches in four years!" You laughed.

"Four inches, actually." Damian grumbled.

"Oh, my apologies, Damian. Forgive me for my grave error." You said dramatically.

"Wait, you have a cookie? Can I have some?" You asked.

"Of course, I'll just pass it through the screen or zeta-tube it to your home." Damian said sarcastically.

"Asshole." You grumbled.

"What was that?" Damian asked, in a slightly teasing tone. Everyone just stared at Damian in surprise, except for Alfred, who seemed to know something no one else did.

"You heard me, Wayne." You grinned, continuing the conversation as Damian walked back upstairs without giving his family so much asa glance.

"Wh-what was that?" Tim asked.

"Damian has...friends?" Duke wondered aloud.

"One friend. Singular. Don't give him too much credit." Jason said.

"Okay, has anyone ever seen that person before?" Dick asked, and everyone shook their heads. Dick ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Why would he hide his friend from us?" Dick asked.

"Because we would tease him and pester his friend." Barbara said.

"Well, yeah but that's just normal stuff - everyone does that. Besides, if it's just his friend we wouldn't be too annoying about it." Tim said.

"Maybe they're more than a friend?" Bruce offered, and there was a short silence before everyone burst into laughter.

"Are you serious, Bruce? This is Damian we're talking about." Jason laughed.

"Yeah. You're his father, don't you know that Damian has no interest in romance, like, at all?" Steph giggled.

"He's eighteen, I'm sure he's at least thought about it." Bruce said.

"He has. He doesn't like it." Cass said.

"Yeah, he thinks it's a waste of time. It's Damian - he likes fighting, animals and insulting other people." Barbara said.

"Mostly Drake." Damian added, entering the room without his phone this time.

"Are you planning a mission? What are you all discussing here?" Damian asked, when in reality, he had heard the whole thing. Yes, he may have thought romance was pointless in the past, but it became very difficult to ignore his uncontrollable feelings for you and he decided to give it a shot.

"Nothing, we just..." Barbara started, unsure of how to phrase what she wanted to say.

"We just wanna know what all that was about. Who was that?" Duke asked.

"Who?" Damian asked, playing dumb.

"Oh, come on, you know! The person you were just on the phone with." Dick sighed.

"(Y/N)?" Damian asked nonchalantly.

"You're on a first-name basis with them?" Duke mumbled.

"Damian, who are they?" Tim asked.

"It's not important." Damian said.

"Doesn't matter, we wanna know!" Jason said.

"Yeah, you were so...nice to them. It was unsettling. Are they your friend?" Steph asked.

Damian stayed quiet for a moment. Should he just tell them? He didn't know. Give it more time, maybe? But you've been together for so long, maybe it'll be fine if he just tells them.

"We're dating." He mumbled, but it was so quiet and rushed that the words were incomprehensible.

"Sorry, what?" Tim asked.

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed." Damian said, walking away quickly so they wouldn't see the red that began to tint his cheeks.

"Wait, Damian--!" He had already ran up the stairs and they heard his door close, meaning that they had done something wrong.

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Damian flopped onto his bed and Titus curled up next to him, resting his head on his stomach in an act of comfort. Damian stroked his fur a couple of times, calming down a bit and then pulling out his phone to call you. You picked up almost instantly, smiling before seeing Damian's face. Although he rarely smiled, you could tell how he was feeling through the tiniest chmages in his usually stoic expression. His face was red and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, making your eyes fill with concern.

"Dames? You okay?" You asked.

"I tried telling my family about you." He said, not bothering with any sort of preface.

"What happened?" You asked.

"It came out...quieter than I anticipated. And they didn't hear me. I didn't want to repeat it." Damian said.

"Hey, it's fine. It's overwhelming, I get it. I mean we've been together for a while. I was stressed telling my closest friends that I even had a boyfriend, and we were like three months in. It's okay." You smiled, and Damian ran a hand through his hair, nodding slightly.

"They kept asking so many questions after they saw me calling you." Damian said.

"Yeah, people do that. But they're not trying to be mean, you know? They're just curious. And maybe concerned, they're looking out for you." You said.

"Look, just forget about telling them for now, okay? It'll come naturally, there's no point forcing it." You reassured him.

"Okay." He replied, exhaling slowly.

"Okay, well, I should probably let you go to bed--"

"I'm not tired, stay for a little longer?" He pleaded, before realising what he had said and turning bright red.

"I-I mean, if you're tired--"

"I'm not tired either. Besides, I like talking to you." You smiled, before gladly taking all the stress and worry off of your lover's mind.

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Damian sighed, standing off to a side of the large hall in a black three-piece suit with a freshly groomed Titus beside him. His father's galas were boring to him, and the only reason he showed up was to keep up appearances. The whole Wayne family had to be there, or the press would make some big scandal out of it.

But things were slightly different that night. As Damian scanned the room, he noticed that his siblings, father and friends were all together instead of in various areas of the hall, mingling with guests. Curious as to what they were all talking about, he approached them quietly. Before he could make his presence known, however, he recognised the back of someone and his eyebrows automatically furrowed as his hand went to tap their waist.

"Bel-- (Y/N)?" He asked, catching everyone's attention. He noticed how everyone was grinning or smirking at him, which unsettled him slightly.

"Damian!" You smiled, immediately wrapping your arms around him, prompting Dick, Barbara and Duke to chuckle quietly while Jason's eyes widened, Cass smiled even wider and Tim and Steph laughed loudly at the surprised and dumbfounded look in his face.

"What are you doing here?" Damian asked, not so subtly ogling you, which made Bruce grin along with his kids and their friends.

"Well, you were stressed out about telling your family about us, so...I told them for you. Is that okay?" You asked, looking at the floor in case you had made a mistake.

"Yes, that's-- I mean...of course, it's okay, I just-- what?" Damian stuttered out, before glaring at his amused family.

"You were worried about it. So I handled it. And now everything's fine." You smiled, ruffling his previously perfectly combed hair. He frowned slightly as he gently pulled your hand away from his hair and allowed it to drop, but he didn't let go of it. Instead, he stepped slightly closer to you and discreetly hid your intertwined fingers behind you both.

"How did you get here?" Damian asked, hoping his family doesn't notice the uncharacteristic affection he was displaying (but they did).

"You left your invitation to this event at my place. I was gonna return it, but then I thought that you wouldn't need it since the guy at the gate would recognise you, so I used it to get in and surprise you. Surprise." You smiled sheepishly, making Damian pinch the bridge of his nose with his free hand and sigh, but not without everyone noticing the small smile on his face at your antics.

"And what would you have done if I hadn't been let in?" Damian asked.

"Me? Nothing. You, on the other hand, would grab katana out of thin air and fight your way in, willingly ditch, or pull a Draco Malfoy and get you father to handle it, since he organised the event." You said. Damian, forgetting he was surrounded by people, chuckled with a genuine smile on his face, surprising his family even further.

"Y'know, I actually didn't believe you at first when you said you were dating Demon Spawn, but I do now." Jason folded his arms with a grin.

"Todd." Damian growled, smile immediately dropping.

"Oookay, it was nice meeting you all but I am going to pull Damian away before things get violent. Come on, Dames." You grinned, dragging your boyfriend to the opposite side of the room. He continued to glare at his family, who were clearly teasing him even from a distance.

"Damian?" You asked, drawing his attention away from them and to you.

"Beloved?" He replied.

"Don't get worked up over they're jokes, they're just having fun. I mean, it's the first time I'm at one of these galas with you, don't you wanna have some fun? Maybe a little bit of harmless trouble?" You grinned. Damian smiled slightly before disconnecting your hands and placing one of his on your waist while the other cupped your cheek. Surprised that he was willing to kiss you in public, your eyes widened. You were gonna be front page news if he actually did this. Screw telling his family, the whole world would know!

"Damian..." You said, tone becoming a little nervous but also excited as he leaned closer.

"Trust me." He mumbled, before pressing his lips to yours gently. He didn't do too much - you were in public, after all - but it was enough to make people start gasping and cameras start flashing.

When you pulled away, people were stealing not so discreet glances at the two of you, giving you small smiles and giggling at yours and Damian's flushed faces. You heard an older woman mumble the words "young love", almost in admiration of your relationship. The few paparazzi in the gala were rushing to the scene, but Damian just whisked you away to a private balcony that they couldn't follow you too.

"What was that?" You asked, smiling and chuckling breathily at your quick escape.

"Harmless trouble, right?"

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[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

The Kind that Never Slows Down | Damian Wayne

✦ pairing — older!Damian Wayne x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 10k

✦ summary — Gotham is hit with a spell that changes your perception of Damian forever.

✦ warnings — nsfw, semi-public sex, non-con sex (not really but just to be safe), angst, language, light jealousy, light possessiveness, mentions of food, smut, unprotected sex (please don’t do this), consensual sex, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, fluff.

✦ author's note — this one should’ve been published a long time ago, but I just got around editing it. Hope you like it.

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The abandoned building smelled like piss and mold, the only light available entered through a broken window, and you were pretty sure you had heard rats roaming around.

But you didn’t care. Robin’s hands were all over you, plump lips sucking on your neck like his life depended on it as he pounded into you.

It wasn’t enough.

He had skipped foreplay on your insistence. You needed him more than anything, if he didn’t fuck you right there in that moment you wouldn’t be able to survive.

He grunted out of pleasure as you clenched around him, gripping your hips to ground himself as he picked up his already relentless pace.

It still wasn’t enough.

Having his cum down your thighs and marks over your neck from his kisses wasn’t enough either. Your body craved all of him, including his whining and abrasive words.

Noise outside prompted him to part from you completely. Both of you fixed yourselves as best as you could in silence, avoiding looking at the other.

You followed him outside with a sense of guilt hovering over you like a dark cloud. You felt like you had just gotten out of a trance after committing the worst of the crimes.

Nightwing stopped you by yelling, “Where were you? I looked for you two everywhere.”

“We were looking for you,” Robin lied smoothly.

Nightwing’s shoulders slumped as he nodded. “Well, Zatana undid the spell.”

Suddenly Damian’s urgent voice as he said he needed you made all the sense in the world. His need for you and your need for him had been magic-induced.

Of course it had been! You two were mere acquaintances who fought all the time for the most minimal things in the world or ignored the other to the point of making people around you uncomfortable. It was a surprise that you worked well together at night.

“A lust spell, right?”

“Well, no,” Nightwing chuckled. “According to her, the spell showed people what their heart desires the most.”

Robin stiffened beside you, and you felt every drop of blood drain from your face and fall to your feet.

“Did you hear a lot of people having sex?”

“Yeah,” you croaked. “Tons of them.”

The moment you got home, you ripped your suit off and walked into the shower. You washed his cum off you, scrubbing your body twice just to make sure.

Wishing the soap could erase the marks on your neck and the memory of the way he had moaned your name, you decided to take a pill to sleep.

You hadn’t needed one of those in months, but Damian was that special. Or annoying.

God, you hated him and his stupid ego. He would surely find funny the lengths you would have to go to put this in the past.

He loved being the center of attention as much as he hated you, that was why you always tried your best to avoid him. When you didn’t avoid him, he made weird faces at you and scoffed every time you laughed.

Turning the lamp off, you hoped for the best.

Meanwhile, Damian ignored Dick’s inquiries. Why did his brother care if he was extremely quiet or if he looked like he was about to explode?

Your scent was all over him, still bewitching him, overpowering his sweat and the smell of everybody around him.

Looking down at his hands, the gloved palms that had hours before gripped and traced as much of your body as your suit had allowed him to, Damian clenched his jaw.

How could he have been so stupid? There was no other reason for you to beg him to fuck you the way you had — magic! He fucking hated magic.

But Dick’s explanation... that was worse. More stupid. He hated it too. His brother had to be wrong.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone from his family was wrong regarding magic, and Zatanna while an expert had her own biases.

Besides, his heart could have been desiring to get off the most just like yours. The two of you were busy people after all.

“Did the spell show you anything, Dami?”

The prettiest face he had seen in his entire life. “A pet demon.”

He regretted the lie the moment he said it. Damian wished a lot of things could be different. His mother would be furious if she knew how sentimental he was becoming, if she found out how often he gave into wishful thinking.

For once, he wanted to be open. But as always something was stopping him. Sometimes he wondered if he had been born to be like that or if his grandfather had simply lied.

Leaving the cave the moment he was dismissed, he trotted upstairs almost praying Dick wouldn’t follow him.

He couldn’t stop replaying the way you clung to him, or the harshness of your kiss. It had felt real, and too perfect to be happening to him all at once.

But you hated him, everybody and their mother knew that.

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Barbara had never been subtle around you. There had never been a need for such a thing — she was like the older sister you never had, you two carried the other’s secrets and burdens.

Back when you met her, barely as a teen, she provided a safe place you only had ever dreamt of having. You vowed to give it all back; she deserved it.

“What’s up with the turtleneck?” She asked, unsubtly so with her bright eyes on your neck.

“I have a cold,” you feigned a rasp. Perhaps this secret wouldn’t be shared.

“Mmmh. Really?” She poured herself a cup of coffee. “Dick said Damian was feeling under the weather too.”

Yup. Definitely not sharing. It would be embarrassing. She had always had the theory that you were in love with Damian just because you complained about him on a weekly basis.

It was like she had never met him.

In a way, the theory was correct. But it lacked a lot of details — a spell had confirmed it from all things. It sounded ironic, quite suitable to your situation.

“Flu season, I guess.”

It was a bad lie. Everybody knew when flu season arrived because Tim started getting a stuffy nose and limiting his consumption of Red Bull in order to drink more water.

”Did the spell from the other night show you anything?”

You faked a cough, shaking your head. “I was busy on patrol.”

“I was too and I saw Dick.”

“That’s just wishful thinking, Babs. It’s cute, though.”

Her not seeing Dick would have surprised you. They had known each other for years, gone through so much together... most people wanted what they had.

“Is there a particular reason why you’re lying to me?”

You wrapped your fingers around your mug. The heat transferring from the ceramic to your palm reminded you of Damian’s breath on your lips.

Taking a gulp of coffee, you blinked rapidly. “You don’t think it’s cute?”

She rolled her eyes. “Everybody saw something. It’s how those spells work.”

“There must be something wrong with me.”

There really had to be something awfully wrong with you. Saying out loud that you wanted Damian more than anything in the world terrified you.

It was a normal thing. Not wanting him specifically, but wanting someone — everybody craved attention and love at some level, you just happened to crave Damian’s at every single one.

He was the problem, not you.

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Movie marathons weren’t something Damian really cared for, but they were better than hearing his father complain about minor things like if he had ruined a goon’s lungs or whatever.

Alfred called it bonding time which he supposed was a fair assessment. He found Tim’s taste in movies quite good, and now he didn’t get the urge to strangle his slightly older brother in his sleep.

His stepmother was there too. Selina had been the reason why Bruce shifted his ways, she urged him to either find a balance or stop adding people to the team.

Duke made him pass a bowl of popcorn to Tim who did the same to Stephanie. The bowl landed on Dick who was on the row behind them, just next to Jason.

Getting more comfortable on his seat, his eyes fell on the empty spot to Duke’s right. Cassandra used to sit there until one afternoon Duke couldn’t seem to shut up and she asked you to switch places. You always went with the things Duke said, sometimes even asked his opinion.

Damian complained once, telling his sister to suck it up next time. But Cassandra would never do something he told her to, that was perhaps why she was his favorite.

Everyone around him was in an amazing mood which he didn’t understand. Bruce had just tried to tell a joke, and Jason was mocking how dumb it was.

Selina laughed loudly, in that way people did when they felt genuinely happy. At least that was what he supposed; Damian wasn’t sure he had ever experienced happiness.

The sound of an approaching wheelchair made his ears perk up. Not a single pair of shoes could be heard against the floor. Fighting a frown, he turned to look at the door.

Barbara waved at all of them with a smile, maneuvering her wheelchair to sit next to Dick’s seat. Craning his neck with the excuse of saying hi, Damian watched her give Dick a chaste kiss.

“Where’s (Nickname)?” Dick asked, lifting his arm to rest it on the back of Barbara’s chair.

“She said she was feeling sick. Although...” Barbara giggled, leaning onto Dick’s arm. “I heard the voice of a guy in the background so she might have company.”

Damian felt sick upon hearing such a thing. First, you had asked to be paired up with Duke for patrol and now this? It was too much even for your pettiness — granted, he had planned on putting more distance between you two, but he hadn’t gone around trying to find someone to erase you.

The thought never crossed him, not for a single moment. He had wondered why he wished to cling to a memory when he had never been the sentimental type, but he realized that to be the entire point of deep desires.

“Well, it’s time,” Stephanie commented, “she’s been single for too long.”

“Let’s hope we don’t have to scare him off,” Selina added.

Damian stood up from the now uncomfortable seat, forcing Duke to do the same so he could leave. Duke stared at him weirdly, with worry, as if he knew something Damian didn’t want him to.

He probably did. Damian had been careless two times in a row. God, he needed to get a fucking grip. Unconsciously, he fiddled with the neck of his sweater.

“Oi,” Jason called for him, “where are you going?”

“Out,” he answered angrily. “If other... members... may skip this, why can’t I?”

Barbara and Dick shared a sideways glance.

Only telling Alfred that he would be back later, Damian followed the path towards the garage. Skipping his bike for once, finding himself thinking he wanted to take as little shortcuts as possible for whatever reason, he took his car.

Damian had always been a fan of driving. He didn’t know why, it was tedious and didn’t serve many purposes in the grand scheme of things; not to him. Ever since he learned, he took every opportunity he got to drive whichever vehicle he could get his hands on.

Having control over vehicles and machines was nice, he supposed. If people were a little bit more like said things, everything would have been easier. The world would be boring, but easier to habit.

Saving people was easy, caring about them from afar gave him enough human interaction for his standards, but he would never understand them.

And for the first time since he tried to decode his mother’s attitude, he wanted to understand someone more than anything. Perhaps that way said someone would understand him back and untangle this mess.

The building before him wasn’t welcoming. He had never put foot into that place, but he knew every single person that lived there — patrol gave him that kind of knowledge. And he did some research months ago, but no one needed to be aware of such thing.

He pressed his ear to the door he had been looking for. The dishwasher was on, but he couldn’t pick up any other sound. Damian knocked on said door three times, quickly and loudly. There was no answer so he did it again. A door slammed shut inside the apartment, a groan accompanied by a string of curses got clearer as stomps approached him.

Standing tall and straight, he felt a thrill down his spine as the lock was loudly fiddled with.

You swung the door open, rubbing your eye. He observed you had thrown a turtleneck on, upside down. Damian walked past you without invitation, analyzing the living room.

There were no clothes scattered all over the floor like he had imagined he would find.

“What are you doing here?”

He ignored you, exploring the kitchen. Damian opened the fridge, narrowing his eyes as he inspected. He did the same with the cupboards.

Shoving your bedroom door open, he found the bed undone. The TV was on, playing an old movie. He heard your steps as you followed him, repeating your question.

“Is someone from the team in danger?” You asked next.

Damian pulled your closet open, tilting his head. You could’ve been more organized, he admitted to himself, but there was nothing unusual.

Craning his neck to look at you, he inquired, “Where is he?”

“Where’s who?! What’s going on?”

He stared at you, waiting for you to crack. To his surprise, you stared back — defiant, blinking less and less as the seconds passed.

You were mad, he could tell. It only made him grow more suspicious. Tensing under your eyes, sharp instead of soft like they usually were, he scoffed; he couldn’t show he cared.

“Dude,” you insisted, “you are scaring me. What happened?”

Shaking his head, he pushed past you again and continued his search. The bathroom was warm, the mirror fogged up and tiles sprinkled with drops of water.

He turned around, watching you again. Well, your hair was wet now that he paid more attention to it...

Damian checked in the small laundry room too, but he found bottles of detergent and folded towels next to your suit. Nothing else. No one else.

“Damian—“

“Shut up.” He pointed at you with a finger.

“You are the one who came to my place to look for whatever or whoever you are searching for! Unprompted!”

He didn’t answer.

You went back to your bedroom to turn the TV off and pause the movie, resigned to the fact that he had ruined your self-care day.

No one knew you would be home that day. You had ignored everybody’s calls and avoided being active on social media just in case they were stalking you. Turns out the utmost secrecy isn’t enough to avoid Damian Wayne.

He stood in the living room, looking down at the coffee table as if expecting the furniture to turn into something else. Fixing his eyes on the centerpiece he knew Dick had given you as a gift because it reminded him of you, Damian furrowed his brows.

“Have you been alone the entire day?” He asked, feeling your presence behind him.

“My neighbor brought some cake. Other than that, yeah.”

“Barbara said you had... company.”

“I haven’t talked to Babs in days.”

Barbara had continued asking about what you saw that night with the spell, and you weren’t willing to say it still. Weeks had passed, but it felt like mere seconds had at times. It was so easy for her to ask, to assume things.

Only you knew the conflict you were feeling. She would never understand how awful it was to find out the one you desire the most is the one who likes you the least.

You had entertained the naive idea that he was in the same position, but the more you replayed what had happened, the more you convinced yourself it had been one-sided. He gave in because the release was pleasant, nothing else. People say things they don’t mean while having sex.

You had done it before, for fuck’s sake. You had faked having a good time before, who was to say Damian hadn’t done the same with you?

“Have you seen anybody else?” He blurted.

“My neighbor, I told you.”

He reformulated, “Have you had sex with anybody else?”

You considered lying, you really did. It would make the tension go away, you would have to see him around with other people but it would save you from a lot of embarrassment.

A part of you told you it was stupid, that you wouldn’t be able to take it. Much less when the people who usually took some interest in you tended to ghost you for whatever reason.

“Not since that night, if that’s what you’re asking,” you admitted.

“Good.” It slipped, but he didn’t care. He meant it, and it felt nice to say things he meant, no matter how harsh they could sound.

You rounded the room, crossing your arms as you stood in front of him. “Why are you here?”

“I was told you had company,” he repeated himself.

“And your logic was to interrupt me?”

“Yes.”

You couldn’t believe him. Did he want you to be alone and miserable your entire life?

The worst part was that you would probably be. Finding out you liked him, that you wanted to have him around, that you craved his attention, and his touch, rocked your world and shattered it.

Who would ever compare to him? His flaws were other people’s better qualities, even you who didn’t know his good side that well was aware of that.

“Do you really hate me that much? I’ve never done anything to you!”

He finally lifted his head. You wished he hadn’t, you wished you didn’t have to see anything other than anger in his handsome features. “I don’t hate you. I would make your life a living hell if I did.”

“You could’ve fooled me,” you chuckled, way more sadly than you thought yourself capable to feel regarding anything that came from him. “You roll your eyes at me every time I visit your house, Damian.”

“It’s not intended at you.”

“The scoffs sure are,” you reproached him, “and your stupid comments of how unfunny anything that makes me laugh is.”

“It’s not because of you,” he shouted. Shaking his head, vexed, he twisted his mouth as he huffed his anger out through his nose. “Cassandra’s jokes aren’t even that funny.”

“See?”

“Why don’t you laugh at mine?” He reproached now, crossing his arms to mimic your stance. “Why is it always one of my siblings or my friends who get a positive response but not me?”

“Oh, come on! You’re saying that like I didn’t come by hearing you say my name a few weeks ago!” Your words stunned him into silence which you used to your advantage. “You never tell jokes in front of me, how am I supposed to laugh at them? I always feel like shit because you only accept being around me on patrol, you entrench yourself in your room and make a point to slam the door shut just so I hear... you know what? Forget it.”

“I hate seeing you with them,” he said, wishing his words hadn’t carried that much emotion. “I always bribe people to not ask you out or to leave you alone, I have to watch you hug Jon and kiss my siblings’ faces. You’re always so damn nice until I appear... I prefer being alone than enduring your indifference.”

You widened your eyes. “You bribe people to not ask me out?!”

“Is that the only upsetting part from everything I said?” he snapped.

“No, no. Of course not. I just...”

He hummed. “It’s stupid, I know.”

“A waste of money, honestly.”

“If I didn’t, you would be with someone else right now. Probably Duke, you’ve always liked him.”

“You bribed Duke?” You let a small laugh out. “Duke? Our Duke?”

“Yes! Stop mocking me.”

“Duke knows everything, you know?” You admitted, uncrossing your arms.

You hadn’t been able to keep things to yourself for that long. Seeing Damian around suddenly hurt. The feeling had always been there, but finding out that he was your heart’s deepest desire wrecked your perception

When you told Duke, he reacted casually, as if you had told him the most obvious thing in the world. He said you and Damian were the only ones who hadn’t seen it.

“He knew certain things before I did, in fact,” you added. “Besides, I see him as a brother and he sees me as a sister.”

Damian nodded. It made sense, now Duke’s attitude seemed normal in comparison to what Damian had assumed.

He always assumed things. Bruce had told him once that he needed to learn to ask before acting out — this was the first time Damian found his father’s words useful.

“Why did you kiss me that night?”

“I believe it was more than kissing.”

“Yes.” Damian hadn’t been able to forget, he never would. “But why?”

“I felt... I don’t know how to explain it,” you confessed.

The room suddenly felt small, extremely hot. You shed the stupid turtleneck, it wasn’t like he hadn’t done the stubborn marks on your neck.

Make-up had hidden them well for a few days, and most of them had faded already, but there were two bite-marks, too big and deep, that needed more healing time.

“I was scared,” you told him, “that’s why I felt the rush to take your hand. And it was enough for a while, but then it wasn’t, I wanted you closer.”

“I couldn’t breathe. I assumed I was being poisoned. Then you took my hand and I panicked for a moment, I thought...” his voice broke.

You gave him time, trying your hardest to hide how surprised you were by hearing him like that.

“I thought you were having the same symptoms,” he rasped. “I’ve been trained to fight those things off, but you haven’t and I knew you would die. Your hand made it better for a few minutes, then I needed you closer too.”

“We can forget about it if you want,” you assured him, avoiding looking at his face in case your comment relieved him.

“I don’t.”

Damian reached for your hand in the same fashion you had that cursed —literally— night, shakily, urgently.

And in the same fashion he had, you allowed him to take it.

He brought you closer to him. You observed he looked more tired than ever, perhaps because things had been tense for the past weeks. You couldn’t have possibly looked too different.

“The spell doesn’t have to dictate this,” he said, tilting his head to look into your eyes. “It won’t. You know I don’t trust magic.”

“The spell is not the problem,” you whispered.

“I didn’t think there was a problem.”

“We have never spent time together outside of patrol, Damian.”

He sighed, nodding. “Get changed. Let’s go out.”

Only a lunatic would give their self-care day up for a guy. Well, you didn’t really care if people thought you were a lunatic, and Damian wasn’t just a guy — still, giving up the ice cream in your fridge was a sin.

A sin you were happy to commit.

Damian waited for you to get changed, patiently if anyone asked you. It had taken you a few minutes to even choose something appropriate, based on his own outfit because that was just logic.

He slipped his cellphone into his pocket while you locked the door. As you turned around to take off, he offered his hand.

You took it, intertwining your fingers with his as you walked down the hallway. In the middle of the stairway, you bumped into one of your neighbors who smiled sweetly at both of you. To your surprise, Damian smiled back.

Also surprised to discover he hadn’t taken his bike, you bowed as a thank you when he opened the door of his car for you.

“Do you want to put some music on?” he offered.

“You pick,” you said, curious as to what he would play.

You could’ve sworn he was nervous as he stared down at his phone, looking for something to play. He scrolled down, then up — he switched apps, then continued scrolling.

“I’m not picky.” Your tone was soft, an attempt to assure him.

“I don’t really listen to a variety of genres.”

“What do you listen to the most?”

“Classical. My mother got me used to it.”

You rested the side of your head on the backrest of the seat, looking at him. “You can play that if you want. Or we can just talk about the weather and whatnot. I think it might rain tonight. You like rain, right?”

He locked his cellphone, turning to face you. “Yes. It calms me.”

“I hated it as a kid,” you disclosed, hoping it would ease the tension and better his mood. “I was scared of thunderstorms.”

Igniting the engine, he prompted you to continue, “Not anymore?”

“No. My mom used to tell me that the only reason why they were so noisy was that the sky was happy to unwind and eventually I believed it.”

“That��s cute.”

“I had a phase in which I was in a bad mood if it didn’t rain.” You laughed at your own comment. “Now I like it just fine, less obsessively.”

“I had a similar fixation with snow.” He laughed too, and your stomach did somersaults — it was the first time you had heard him laugh genuinely.

Damian didn’t talk about life at The League often, he didn’t feel compelled when he knew the preconceptions that came with simply mentioning the place or his maternal family.

In fact, everything Batman Inc.’s members knew had been from Bruce. He liked the secrecy, those were parts of him and no one else. But he was willing to share tiny pieces with you.

He saw it as something supposed to be shared between two people interested in starting a relationship.

So he continued, “I would only climb mountains if they were covered by snow. My mother called me a brat many times, but she gave into my wishes for a while.”

“How did you grow out of it?”

“I broke my elbow.” He briefly looked to the side and then took a turn. “I proved her right, and I didn’t like not having the last word so I started despising the snow. I don’t mind it now.”

Before you could ask anything else, he pulled into the grocery store’s parking lot.

He picked a basket once inside the store, making a motion for you to follow him.

“What are we buying?”

“Fruit and whatever you want for a picnic.”

Realizing you weren’t near the fruits aisle, you gripped his sweater, steering him to the other side. Of course he wasn’t used to doing groceries.

He silently allowed you to guide him which was a win, Damian hated being told what to do no matter how small the suggestion was.

It didn’t take either of you too long to get everything you needed, but he spent ten minutes choosing a blanket as if he wouldn’t ruin the poor thing with mud and insects.

Passing the clothing area on your way to do checkout, you elbowed him on the side. He stared down at you, then followed your eyes as he realized they were fixed on something.

Damian groaned. “You’re so funny.”

“Oh, come on! You’re telling me you wouldn’t buy Batman underwear?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“I am not.”

You narrowed your eyes, keeping your laugh in when you saw what resembled a pout on his face. “Robin’s?” you tried.

“Perhaps.”

You lost it at that. “Are they comfy?”

“Will you stop laughing if I say yes?”

“Only if it’s the truth.”

He just nodded, then did the gesture upward so you would resume the path towards the exit.

Pleased with his answer, you walked towards the checkout line. Damian stood behind you, breathing your scent in.

“Is that a new perfume?”

You craned your neck. “How did you know?”

Shrugging, hoping he was being nonchalant enough, he said, “I have a good nose.”

After a brief fight over who would pay for the groceries, —which he won by saying it had been his idea—, you left the store in direction of the park.

Your hand found his naturally, as if your palm’s place was to be pressed against his bigger one.

It felt good, but not really because of that bullshit —true, but bullshit still when magic was so unpredictable— of him being what your heart desired the most. The truth was that you could feel in his grip how much he wanted this to go well.

Swinging your clasped hands, you walked around the park, looking for the perfect spot to sit at.

You found a spot away from the kids running around, against a tree. Damian laid the blanket on the grass, placing the paper bags onto it next.

He slid an arm around your shoulders, using his other hand to eat.

“Do you think your family is already spying on us?” you asked gazing at him as you leaned onto his arm.

“I am certain.”

“You don’t mind?”

He lightly smiled at you, reaching for a strawberry. “Not at all. Do you?”

“Nah. I’m not looking forward to Barbara’s teasing, though.”

“Why did she tell us you had a guy over?” He bit down into the fruit.

“She has always said I have feelings for you.” You wiped the corner of his mouth with your thumb. It never occurred to either of you that you would need napkins. “And I guess she put two and two together when we covered our necks and used the same excuse.”

“In my defense, I could have blamed Tim.”

“In my defense,” you copied his smart-ass tone, “I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“You told Duke from all people.”

“Duke was supportive.”

Damian hummed sarcastically. “I’m sure everybody knows the details already. He loves to gossip.”

Seeing you frown before you turned to look to the other side, he reached for your farthest cheek, softly pushing your face so you would stare at him.

“I don’t care if they know.”

You wished you could have believed him. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have avoided me the same way I avoided you.”

“I cared,” he clarified, “not anymore.”

“What changed?”

“Me, my priorities… my vision of you, of this.”

You took an apple in your hand. Rolling the fruit in your grasp, you only nodded. Saying something else would have been nice, appropriate even, but words escaped you.

The fact that he didn’t hate you was still pretty new, shocking to some extent. His willingness to be seen with you by family and strangers alike was a huge compliment, and a big deal.

It was too serious so suddenly… you liked it no matter how scary it was. There had to be a reason why he felt so sure about this, and trusting Damian had never been a bad idea.

Except from that time when you ended up with stitches all over your arm, but you could let that go if it meant having him by your side. As corny as it sounded.

“Meetings will be weird, won’t they?” You sunk your teeth into the apple, hearing him chuckle.

“Less awkward, I hope. Although I enjoy vexing my siblings.”

“We can have fake fights in front of them if you want.”

“And blame them for our nonexistent problems?”

“Of course, I’m sure they will try to give their input either way.”

Damian groaned. He feared just that. It would be out of a place of care, he knew, but it didn’t make it less intrusive — he could picture Dick, sitting down in front of him in the cave, with a big smile and dangling his finger as he told him the way he was supposed to treat you.

He liked to imagine that Cassandra would only threaten him. Perhaps Stephanie would do the same and stop Tim from patronizing him.

Not wanting to ruin the moment by thinking what would Jason and Duke do, he shifted and changed the subject to the movie you had been watching earlier.

You explained that it had been one of your favorites and told him the plot between bites, amused by the fact that he was trying to look interested even though you knew it wasn’t his type of movie.

He told you about the movies the team was supposed to watch that day. You didn’t feel guilty for skipping; as much as you loved them, you needed time for yourself.

Spending time with Damian on this occasion counted as time for yourself, although you would make yourself clear to him that you would eventually need alone time for real. It was a mere exception.

The two of you walked around the park for a while, talking about random things. He was surprisingly easy to talk to once you tried, and God did you try.

It couldn’t get better than hearing him speak casually, about the architecture nearby and the types of flora around the park, in a light tone and with his hand in yours.

Your fingers played with his, and once again you found yourself in awe of him, of how comfortable he was with the mindless gesture and his willingness to keep up with it. You doubted someone would ever surprise you as much as Damian did.

Slowing down a little bit to take the scenery in, you naturally tightened the grip of your fingers on his.

It was such a nice day to be outside… perhaps the weather cast had been wrong and it wouldn’t rain.

The city was bathed in a pink glow as the sun set, unrecognizable. No one would have guessed such scenery to take place in a deeply violent and corrupted place, not even the most optimistic person in the world.

You remembered clearly how surprised Jon had been the first time he saw something other than thundering rain and gray skies in Gotham.

Glittering under the sunlight, the flowers at the end of the playground looked alive for once as the sky stunned many around you. And when you turned to look at Damian, curious about his reaction, you found his eyes solely on you.

The trees, so green under the light of dusk, had nothing on Damian’s eyes. Such thought, so familiar that you felt as though it wasn’t the first time it crossed your mind, so natural that you found it a fact and not an opinion, made you forget about everything around you.

He continued gazing at you, finding the curiosity in your beautiful eyes flattering. Oh, how much he enjoyed being the object of your attention.

The scenery behind you was gorgeous, he was certain of it. In his opinion, you complimented the view in ways nothing would ever do — there was something in your peaceful semblance as you tore your gaze off the sky and admired him instead.

You could’ve been sharing a silent moment with the strangers around you, one of those things he had heard you say once made the world make sense, yet your eyes were on him, on his face. And it made him feel important like nothing before had.

His father’s praises, the ones he had sought for so long were nothing in comparison. Dick’s patience although fundamental to his development as a man fell short against the way your eyes were shining for him.

Twilight swirled around you, but his eyes never left your face nor yours did his. The world didn’t exist, and if it existed, then it didn’t matter — not when you found him worth all your attention, not when he thought you to be brighter than the sun itself.

The air in the car as he drove you back to your place was thick and tense. He hadn’t said a word since he told you about that time Bruce inaugurated the school across the park.

Damian looked lost in thought, like often you had seen him while out on patrol. The places his mind took him had never compromised his performance — you admired that.

Bruce had called him out an infinite amount of times, but he couldn’t do anything else when Damian always delivered. You had wondered how he did it many times, but now you had to assume Talia taught him.

He walked you into the building, fingers brushing your wrist as you fell in natural silence.

Fumbling for your keys, you felt him lean onto the wall just next to your door. You took more time than needed to open the door, hoping he would say or do something.

When he didn’t, you pushed the door open and turned on your heel to face him.

“I had an amazing day with you,” he said, eyes on yours.

You breathed out, “I did too.”

Why couldn’t the day last longer? You logically knew you would see him again, but something inside you wanted him to stay. You wanted him to stay, better said.

Would it be too bold, too sudden, to invite him in? He probably had patrol that night — hell, you were supposed to be getting into your suit at that moment instead of pondering on whether you were brave enough to imply you wanted to spend more time with him; preferably in your room, naked.

Fuck it. If he said no, you would say you had patrol either way.

“Do you want to co—“

“Yes,” he answered before you could finish the question, letting a relieved sigh out.

You pulled him into the apartment, arm around his neck as you used your other hand to close the door.

His lips fell on yours as he kissed you slowly, arms delicately around your plump form. He took his time to map your lips with his own, somewhat afraid of kissing you wrong.

Damian grew confident as you attempted to kiss him more firmly, as steadily as your giddiness allowed you to. Tasting the fruit he had eaten earlier off his tongue, you wrapped your other arm around his torso, bringing him closer.

Smiling on your lips, he angled his face, kissing you with the same urgency he had the other night.

Eagerly, he tangled his tongue with yours until both of you were panting in search of air. As you caught your breath, Damian fiddled with the ends of your turtleneck.

Clearing his throat, he asked, “Can I take this off? It’s getting in the way.”

“I can take it off—“

“I would like to do it, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t,” you assured him.

Damian slid the turtleneck off you slowly, huffing a small laugh when the blouse you were wearing under inched up. Placing the item to the side, he leaned to kiss your jaw.

Placing your hands on his sides, you slanted your head upon feeling his lips travel down to your neck.

He kissed the bite-mark left from before, softly, giving it small pecks. “Did I go overboard with this one?”

“A little bit. It’s been a pain in the ass to cover.”

“I’ll be more careful from now on,” he promised, leaving more light kisses over the area.

Your pulse quickened at the implication of his words. Damian felt the rush of blood on your jugular where he scattered wet kisses.

He trailed his lips up, breathing in your ear. You shuddered, fighting a whine as your hands looked for the hem of his crewneck sweater.

You inched the sweater up to his chest and waited for him to stand straight so you would be able to take it off. Damian was too busy kissing your face to care.

“Hey,” you did whine this time. “Damian, let me take it off.”

Smirking on your cheek, he hummed. Slowly, painfully so, he pulled away from you.

Once you had gotten rid of the sweater, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. He curled his arm around you again, wanting you flush against him.

He slid his hand down and took a handful of your ass, making you buckle your hips up. Dragging his lips to your jaw again, he said, “Your stupid suit didn’t let me do that last time.”

One of your hands stayed on his shoulder while the other landed on his hip. Your fingers played with the loops of his jeans as he continued gripping and grabbing your ass like he had never touched one.

Angling your face, you attached your lips to his neck. Damian’s grip on you tightened.

“I want to take it slow,” he whispered, “but you’re making it really hard.”

“Metaphorically?” You mouthed his throat, hand sliding down to his chest, squeezing itself between both your bodies.

“And literally,” he whined. You loved the sound, for once not demanding yet still bratty.

As your hand slipped downward, you continued kissing his neck, paying special attention to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. You hoped your lipstick wouldn’t dirty his shirt — or maybe you hoped it would, both were fine with you.

Damian put some space between you, understanding what you were trying to do. While you undid his jeans, he undid yours, considering it would be better to get rid of everything on his way now that he was still feeling patient.

Shoes and socks off, the two of you shed your jeans without care of where they landed. Now the living room’s floor truly was covered in scattered items of clothing and this time Damian enjoyed the view.

“Come here.” He reached for you, eyes on your chest as his hands ghosted your sides.

You looked up at him, unable to hide the enjoyment you got from his hungry eyes being all over you. Following their movements, you also observed their slow dilatation.

He inched a hand up your side. You assumed he would finally knead your breast but he merely ghosted its outline, head tilted as he watched his own hand move.

For a few moments, he only did that, almost as if he was in a trance. The warmth of your own palm on his lower abdomen as your fingers brushed the elastic of his boxers made him react.

You pushed him back, towards your bedroom, pulling the door open and shoving him inside. He smiled, lifting his arms in mock surrender.

Damian sat down on your bed, relishing into the smell of everything you owned — the bedding smelled like a mix of fabric softener and your delicious new heady perfume.

You got the urge to kiss his entire face, hands on his shoulders as he slanted his head back for you to do it comfortably. He relished on the gesture too, so spontaneous and warming.

He placed his hands on the backs of your thighs, urging you to straddle him. Watching you second guess yourself, he drew you closer to encourage you.

Giving a last kiss to his nose, you complied. Damian snaked his arms around your waist, a pleased smile pressing against your chin before he kissed your mouth.

You bit his lip, tugging on it. He crashed his lips against yours again just to then do the same himself, intentionally bitting harder than you had.

A moan escaped you. Feeling his cock twitch under your navel, you rocked your hips to watch his reaction.

His arms tightened around you as he tutted against your core. “This is the reason why I never train with you,” he groaned.

“I thought it was because I almost broke Tim’s leg once.”

“Don’t mention anyone else right now.”

Right. You had forgotten he had been jealous earlier.

Damian rolled over, switching places with you. He kissed you before you could pout, cradling your face with one hand while he held himself up with the other.

You placed a hand on his upper back while the other rested on the side of his neck, kissing him back with the same amount of passion he was kissing you.

He had you breathless in a matter of seconds, and as he broke the kiss, you saw his nostrils flare in attempts to catch his breath quickly.

Trailing kisses down your neck, he dropped his hand to your breast. This time he kneaded it, humming against your skin when you reacted with a small sound. His thumb brushed your nipple, playing with it while he busied himself with leaving marks on your chest.

So much for being careful, huh. At least those were easier to hide.

“Do you want me to eat you out?” He asked bluntly.

“If you’re in the mood.”

He kneeled on the bed, hooking his thumbs in your panties to slide them down. You lifted your hips to help him out, laughing when he threw your underwear behind him with little care.

You opened your legs for him, finding a comfortable position as he stayed there, taking all of you in, completely naked and at his mercy.

He kissed your thighs first, teasingly nibbling on them. Every time he got closer to the center, to where now you needed him instead of only wanting him, he pulled away and went back to your thigh.

Slowly, he dragged his index finger up and down your folds. Damian rested his chin on your right thigh as he watched his finger collect and smear your wetness, proud of the fact that he was the one who had made you wet. No one else.

Your breath hitched in expectant excitement as you saw him finally bury his head between your thighs. His tongue followed the same path his finger had outlined, at the same rhythm.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he praised, licking his bottom lip clean.

As he gradually increased his rhythm, licking long stripes along your folds, you got bolder and urged him to be firmer by pushing your hips upward.

He moaned against your pussy, playfully sucking your labia to let you know he got the message.

Bringing an arm up to pin your hips back down, he used his other hand to open your legs a little bit more and part your labia.

Damian pressed his tongue on your clit, moving it gently at first. He wanted to know exactly what you liked and how. It didn’t take him long to switch between using his lips and his tongue which earned him a loud moan.

His hand caressed your thigh, eventually sliding between the mattress and your body to grab your asscheek.

You whined his name, reaching down to hold the back of his head. It was clear to you that he was enjoying every sound he managed to make you blurt, and it felt really good, but you needed more.

Out of nowhere, he tugged on your hips to slide you down the bed. Kneeling on the floor, he sucked fervently on your clit.

You fisted the duvet, begging him to keep going. Damian complied happily, mouth latched on your clit as your pussy swallowed his moans and the four walls of your bedroom made yours bounce.

They were music to his ears and his entire body. He could feel the tingling all over him, excitement and pride flowing through his bloodstream.

Massaging your ass, he couldn’t help but chuckle upon feeling both your hands on his head now. He allowed you to push his face farther in, not once slowing down.

Your hips bucked up and instead of restraining you, he moved with you. If you moved up he did down and vice versa. You got louder and he marveled at how responsive you were to him.

He growled, gripping your ass with force as he sucked on your clit until his cheeks were hollow. He let go only to repeat the motion, letting his tongue wander when he needed a break.

You tugged on his hair, squealing. Your body tensed in his grasp, prompting him to continue with his ministrations. Feeling the tremor in your legs as you tried to settle back down on the bed, he started lapping tenderly.

You caressed his hair, panting with your eyes closed. Damian lifted his head, hands softly dancing over your thighs as he stood up.

Feeling him hover over you, you opened your eyes albeit with a little difficulty. His mouth and chin glistened with your slick, wanton eyes inspecting your semblance.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” you rasped before clearing your throat.

He caressed your sweaty cheek. “Later.”

“Bu—“

He shut you up with a kiss. “Later, please? I just want to be inside you.”

Nodding against him, you kissed him again. Tasting yourself off his tongue was addictive. You held him still for a moment, licking your slick off his gorgeous face.

Damian growled, deep and loud this time, hands already on your waist. “Should I wear a condom this time?”

“No. Unless you want to?”

He shook his head. He didn’t want a single thing to keep him from feeling you fully. Damian stood from the bed. “Get on all fours.”

You rolled on your side first to then do as he had told you, holding your breath as you waited for him to stand behind you.

He rested a hand on your hip. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you gave him your consent.

Damian entered you slowly, little by little, less worried about hurting you and more about making you feel every inch of him as his cock filled you.

You breathed out through a whine. He gave you time to adjust to his size, leaning to kiss the scar on your back.

Wanting to stay like that forever, you waited more than you should have to. If he was aware, he decided to be patient — such thing only made you grow wetter.

“Go ahead,” you told him, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate.

Reaching over, he gripped your hands. “You feel amazing, beloved.” He kissed your shoulder, nibbling on your skin as he rocked his hips.

God, you didn’t know if his comment had been what flattered you or the pet name. Either way, hearing them was as amazing as the way he felt inside you, filling you like no one before him had.

His hands left yours. He opted for placing them firmly on your hips and thrust into you steadily, keeping you from moving too much.

Humming in pleasure, you held the edge of the bed in anticipation. He went faster exponentially, calculating every single one of his thrusts.

Having control over his thrusts and the movement of your hips was nice and all, but he needed you closer.

Slapping your thigh, he croaked out, “On your back.”

You missed his girth the second he parted from you so you could change positions, it made you feel empty.

Damian helped you get comfortable, holding your thighs open before you got the urge to rub them. He smirked when you glared at him, hand leaving one of your legs to hold his cock.

He penetrated you again, bottoming out immediately as he made himself comfortable on top of you.

“Fuck, Damian!”

His hips snapped forward involuntarily. Both of you moaned at the same time, he pushed against your g-spot and you throbbed around him.

His movements were rougher like this, wilder. It was as though he wanted to prove a point to himself, you didn’t know which and you didn’t care as long as he fucked you like he needed to be inside you in order to be complete.

“Say my name again,” he rasped the command.

And how could you deny him? You repeated his name as many times as your moans allowed you like a broken chant.

Damian’s pace got quicker every time he heard his name fall from your lips, a tad uneven as he allowed himself to get lost in the pleasure the mix of everything was bringing him — your walls gripping his cock, your hoarse moans and the angelic way honey dripped from your voice when you called for him.

You dragged your nails all over his back, moaning and whimpering in his ear. He was so loud in your own ear, saying things in Arabic that you couldn’t understand in such a fervent tone that you weren’t sure if you would come because he was fucking you into oblivion or because of his strained voice.

Hearing your name slip in his prayer-like monologue, you cried out upon feeling your stomach get tighter. You clung to his shoulders, letting him ram into you in unsteady thrusts that went from slow to hammering in seconds.

His tongue slipped, Damian started switching between languages. Grip on you tightening to the point of being bruising, he begged, “I need you to come first, please. I— shit.” He dropped his head into the crook of your neck as you wrapped your legs around his hips, clenching around him.

You threw your head back, arching up to meet his latest thrust as your orgasm flew through you. Distantly, you processed a few of the sounds you were making and some of the ones you were elating from him.

Strings of hot cum covered your walls. He growled on your skin, saying your name and something you couldn’t really understand.

You let him ride off his orgasm inside you, hearing the mess he was making as the wet sounds from your slick and his cum mingled. His mouth covered yours in a tired kiss, lazy and with a hint of the tenderness he had put to the side even though his intentions had been different.

Once the two of you had caught your breaths and he had made an even bigger mess, you pulled the bedding off the mattress and threw everything into the washing machine.

He was all over you as the two of you shared a shower, so close that scrubbing off took you way longer than it should have.

In all honesty, you didn’t mind. You were too happy to complain about his annoying little antics that you couldn’t wait to get used to.

”Should we suit up?” You asked him, watching the water drip down his chest like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“They can manage without us for a night.”

“You want to skip patrol?”

Drying his arms, he copied your tone, “You don’t want to spend more time alone with me?”

“Of course I do,” you replied immediately. “But you love patrol.”

He stood still, somewhat stiff in front of you. “Not enough, it seems.”

You dropped the topic at that and went on with drying your body.

He only put his underwear back on while you slipped a pair of panties and a t-shirt, awkwardly trying to find something to change the topic.

“Do you want some ice cream? I have a tub in the freezer.”

“Sounds good.”

A nice moment you shared, silently eating ice cream. He sat close to you the entire time, brushing your side.

It felt natural, as though you were supposed to be doing that and not anything else. Patrol could wait, and his family, and your friends, and the entire world.

The world stopped so you two could enjoy the moment, the day. Or perhaps it didn’t and you just couldn’t bring yourself to give this up for it — but he couldn’t either and that meant everything to you.

Damian never skipped patrol, he hadn’t done it in the worst moments of his life and you never expected to see the day in which he would find something more worthwhile.

You found a clean sheet for the bed in the laundry room which saved you from having to squeeze yourself with Damian on the couch. Maybe it was time to get a bigger one.

He rested his head on your stomach, cheek against your belly as he looked up at you. You could tell he wanted to say something, his brow was ever so slightly furrowed, and his eyes seemed clouded by a thought. He looked pretty nonetheless.

He traced his fingers over your thigh, drawing little doodles. You could make some up by feel — a flower, a bat, his name, a few stars, his name again, an R inside a circle, a heart, his name for the third time.

“I think I would’ve broken my oath to my father if you had had someone over.”

You slid your hand off his hair to caress his cheek, too worried to hide your frown. Damian took his promises and oaths seriously, more seriously than anything else. You had seen his family use said thing against him.

“It wouldn’t have been worth it,” you tried to reason with him. “It wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“Would you have gotten mad at me?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “It would’ve depended on a lot of things. Without context, obviously, but...” Realizing you were about to make up excuses for something that hadn’t even happened, you decided to ask, “Why are you still thinking about that?”

“I don’t want you to forget about me. Ever.”

“Are you planning to say goodbye or something of sorts?”

“No!” He glared at you for even considering such a thing to be a possibility after everything the two of you had talked about, after everything you had made him feel. ”But I...” Damian scoffed. “I can’t explain to you how horrible it felt. My eyesight clouded the moment Stephanie said it was time for you to start seeing someone.”

“Jealousy does that to us.” You tried to sound wise by saying it, an attempt you found quite pointless as you replayed it in your head.

Silently, he lifted his head off your stomach in order to lay down next to you. Shifting so he would be comfortable, you held your head up with your hand to properly gaze at him.

Damian mirrored your position. He told you, in a hushed tone like it was his deepest secret, “I felt like you were replacing me.”

Stephanie only had said that because it was the truth. Your relationships always fizzled out after the first two months so you had stopped trying. Then there was the fact that Damian himself had sabotaged who knows how many of them...

From her perspective, it made sense.

“Damian...” you trailed off, in vain. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me you won’t.”

“I won’t replace you as long as you don’t replace me.”

You thought he would find the comment insulting even though it was perfectly sound. But for God knows which time that day, Damian surprised you by scoffing with nonchalance.

Dismissing your worry, he slid closer to you, resting his forehead against your flexed arm. “I couldn’t possibly be happy without your perfume all over me.”

Grabbing him by the hair, you forced him to lift his head. His eyes found yours in a second, curious. You dropped your hand to his neck, sliding it up to his cheek.

Giving him the sweetest kiss you had ever given, tracing the side of his gorgeous face tenderly, you hoped you were doing a good job expressing what you wanted to communicate.

You were. He gave you in return the brightest smile you had seen in your entire existence. It was all for you, something you had caused, something you wanted to see for the rest of your life.

Damian pulled you onto his chest, laying on his back. He mindlessly ran his fingers over your side and up and down your back while you listened to his steady heartbeat.

You couldn’t possibly feel complete without him ever again.

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heroes don’t do that - Damian Wayne/Reader

Pairing: Demon’s Head!Damian / Right Hand!Reader

Tags/Warnings: c*nnilingus, oral (f receiving), rough s*x, vaginal s*x, afab reader, desk s*x, slight exh*bitionism, league of assassins, creamp*e.

Word Count: 3391

Notes: At first I was like mmm Demon's Head Damian as a joke, but bro... I don't think it's a joke anymore 😩From these requests on Ao3:

- Would love to see more LOA Damian, perhaps with some rough make up sex because the reader (his wife) made an executive decision to seduce an enemy for information with out telling Damian so he has to hear about the mission from someone else, and he's just like I don't share ever, and don't do that again 😡 - maybe you could do one where the reader is on call and damian starts teasing and fingering them (you can write as you wish from there on, my only wish is to see dom!damian).

DC: heroes don't do that Me: *villain Damian fic lol*

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Damian was not pleased.

Usually, he upheld his calm, collected mask of leadership even in front of the compound's servants, but this evening he would ensure his anger was known and avoided. He didn't storm through the halls. He didn't slam doors and yell at everyone he came across. But Damian's pace was savage as he journeyed to his office, and his scowl cleared the room in his wake. The guards on either side of the doors didn't need a spoken order to scatter. Last time the Demon's Head reeked of jealousy this way, they'd had to invest in earplugs.

His men opened the doors for him, and the moment they closed behind Damian's finest jade cloak, the entire mountaintop went dead silent.

The big, curved windows behind his desk were flurried with mountain snow, putting your figure in the foreground of Nanda Parbat's landscape. For all the snow's efforts to overcome the League's fortress, candles and a large fireplace chased the cold away with sweet orange warmth. Now was around the time when Damian would get intimate with the files and reports on his desk. But another mission had distracted him tonight, and when the Demon's Head personally handles a task in place of his men, you know it's going to be done in three ways: skillfully, precisely, and brutally.

"Beloved," Damian glowered.

He loved his wife. You were a proud, brazen woman far crazier than him, and time and time again your boldness had saved the League from an untimely death. More importantly, you understood the weight of your boldness and had the tact to back your unpredictability. Nothing was more attractive to him than a woman who could scheme and scheme successfully. Judging by the dangerous edge to your smile, Damian was going to be subject to one.

"My love," you greeted.

Lounging in his desk chair, you were poised like you had a plan. Elbows on the armrests, fingers folded, knuckle against your lips. You waited for Damian to finish his examination. His eyes glued to yours. He knew it was the trap you'd laid for him, but he couldn't resist a glance at your sleepwear. The thin silk material cut high on your thighs and low on your chest, letting your collarbones practically spill out of your nightie. Its straps were the useless kind that were hardly there to hold anything up. Your chest held everything together, so the straps could slip gracefully down your shoulders, begging to be kissed the rest of the way free. Damian's favorite.

"That's my desk chair you're sitting in," Damian glared. He waved his hand and rounded the table. "Off."

You sat and smiled at him.

"I'm in no such mood with you," Damian said. "Off, girl. Now."

"Girl!" You echoed. Like he'd winded you, you collapsed deeper into his chair and scoffed. "Don't antagonize, Damian. Speak your mind but don't insult me." You lifted a leg to poke his thigh with your foot, "I'm a woman. How would you feel if I called you boy?"

Damian brushed your leg aside, snapping, "I called you girl because you've made a childish decision, and therefore should be treated as such."

Your teeth showed in your smile, ready to bite. "What terribly childish decision have I made?"

His hands itched at his sides, and while towering over his seat, he debated if he should throw you over his shoulder and spank you like he wanted to. You're baiting him. This is what you want, too. You know exactly how to rile him, how this conversation will play out, and how it will end. Still, the al Ghul in him can't help but examine this ambush for a way to take control.

"Rogers. The oil conglomerate we'd put in our crosshairs, the one that holds all the blackmail for the activists we're trying to free in the US." Damian spits. "You..." A shudder of displeasure rolls up Damian's spine, so he cups your chin in one hand so you'll look at him as he says it, "you seduced him. For information."

He shouldn't be surprised, but you lean eagerly into his hand. Snuggle into it, even. Damian's belly fills with butterflies when you wrap your hands around his forearm, keep him close, and kiss his knuckle, eyes shining with want.

"Ah," you say, brows raised coyly, "Rogers the sex addict. As in someone I could easily take information from, without hurting anyone, and without risking the life of any of our agents, either. That businessman."

Damian released you, scowling. He stomped around the other side of his desk and slammed down his hands, even if he knew you were right. Just to push him a little more, you sensually cross your legs, giving him a glimpse of your lacy panties. You bat your lashes at him, smug.

"I didn't actually have sex with him, if that's even a doubt in your mind." Slow and seductive, you copy his position on your side of the desk, leaning on your arms so he can notice the bra you're not wearing. "I'm far too devoted to my master to ever consider such a thing. In love with him, I should say. He is far kinder to me than Rogers ever was."

Your hands float across the table to cover his. Damian closes his eyes, tempted, and licks his lips when he can feel your breath fan against his mouth. He can taste your kiss already.

"Though I must admit..." you purr, "as much as I adore his kindness... I shiver at the thought of him taking his anger out on me... When he claims what belongs to him, hard and rough—"

The phone on Damian's desk rings.

His heart drops out of his ribcage when you pull away and answer it, ripping him away from his fantasies with a knowing smile. "Hello, mister ambassador," you speak into his phone, pen in hand. "Yes, it's grand to hear from you as well. How is your wife...?"

You were right. Rogers had an obvious weakness the League could exploit to save the day, and it just so happened that this weakness was sex. And that you, the sexiest woman Damian knew, would offer herself to the task so that other agents less comfortable with the job wouldn't be sacrificed. You were proactive. You believed in Damian's mission. It was nothing but business, even if that business involved his wife in bed with another man.

Damian's wife. In bed. With another man.

He wondered why another agent couldn't have handled it. But if Damian had no bias, no possessiveness, he would've picked you for the task too. Hell, you had him hard at just a little teasing. You'd hardly had to touch him and Damian was aching for it.

He wondered how far you'd gone with him. It boiled his blood to think about it, but Damian had a habit of torturing himself. Did you wear the same outfits you did for him? Did you whisper his name like you whispered Damian's? Did you let him lay his head on your chest so you stroke his hair, like Damian quietly asked you to when you were alone with him?

The call is for a mission Damian assigned you weeks ago, and one you've been gracefully handling. Something about government regulation that the League has been meddling in. Impatient, Damian taps his fingers on your desk and waits for you to cut it short, but the devilish look in your eyes makes it clear that you won't. You lay back in his desk chair and relax your ankles on the edge of the wood, dramatically pretending to yawn.

Fine. He'll teach you a lesson with an audience, then.

As he rounds his desk, you devour him with your eyes. Damian is well aware of your... fascination with his rings, open silk shirts, and jewelry, but your eyes take an especially large helping of his cleavage. Your interest is kept for sure when Damian brushes your legs apart and turns the chair just to step between them. Here, sharing eye contact so electric it could spark a flame, you watch him unclasp his cloak so it can fall around his boots. One by one, Damian removes his rings and sets them on the table. Each new, soft thunk has you sitting straighter in your seat. A useless effort, because Damian soon takes your ankles, runs his tongue over his teeth, and tugs you halfway down the chair in one pull.

You yelp. A question lingers on the other line, which you answer with a stutter. "Apologies... I-I almost tripped over something... Where, um, where were we?"

Drool pools in Damian's mouth. The change in perspective is generous, and after many sessions like this one, he's learned how much you like this angle too. Your skin is soft in his hands. He squeezes and enjoys you like you're a treasure to admire, one he stole for himself and himself alone. Cupping the underside of your thighs, Damian spreads your legs to their limit, sucking a flood of saliva back through his teeth at the sight of your underwear. The reaction puts an involuntary twitch in your muscles, and Damian smiles at the squish of your thighs around his face.

You bite down hard on your lip when his calloused hands push your tight nightie over your middle. The caller is still waiting for an answer, so you come up with something as you playfully fight Damian off. He's an evil man. Last time something like this happened, he put the phone on your belly and fucked you on the line. You don't doubt he'll do worse this time, considering the jealousy in his hands as he tugs you back into place.

You're mine, he mouths to you, groping your ass in handfuls. I don't share.

Fine! But you have to be quiet. You put a finger to Damian's lips as you answer the ambassador again, and of course, he pouts and tries to bite you. "Absolutely. We have some options for you, sir..."

After appreciating your snug thighs around his face, Damian lets them relax over his shoulders and studies his meal. His hand strokes lower and lower on your naval until it's tracing your core through your panties. When he realizes how wet you are, a smile like venom fills his face, then fills your aching heat.

Damian kisses your underwear open-mouthed, licking the damp spot there for its sweetness. Then, he rolls it over your thigh and aside. When the cold air touches your wetness, you clamp your mouth shut and pray he goes easy on you.

This is Damian. He doesn't.

He parts your lips with his thumbs and tastes your clit, nails putting crescents in your ass. Once it's found, Damian rarely leaves it, sucking your sensitive bud into his wet mouth and flicking his tongue through your folds. He's too good to require a performance. Still, his dark eyes drink in your starved expression like an actor, suave and lustful. His tongue almost vibrates against you, filling the front of your pussy with warm pink muscle. Already your breath is lost. You put all you have into keeping your voice clear on the call, but if it wasn't an important mission, you would throw it aside and moan for Damian like you know he craves.

"Y-yes," you moan into the phone. Rolling your hips up into Damian's mouth, you quickly recover. "Sorry! I meant no, we won't be able to cover that. But we can..."

He starts from the bottom and pours spit into your entrance, rapidly rolling his tongue inside you. When Damian's eyes aren't smirking at you, they're closed in lust, relaxed like he's getting his only taste of the best meal of his life. He pretends like you're a toy he's playing with by not kissing you, but his fingers massage your legs where they're sore from a mission a few weeks ago. And you go wild for it. Your hips buck and spasm into his touch like sunflowers leaning toward the sun. You tug hard at his soft hair, tilting his tongue deeper inside your heat. He loves when you squeeze your thighs together because it traps him between them, where he always wants to be.

"I sound strange? Ohhh," you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling Damian's gaze smugly leer up at you, "I believe I'm just coming down with a strange cold."

Damian twists his head to one side so he can lick you proper, tracing the outline of your core. Moments like this make you wonder what devil he sold his soul to in order to move his tongue like that. He almost gets you when your pussy wraps around his tongue just right, and then again when Damian pulls away to dip and bob his tongue into your cunt. A pornstar couldn't please you like this. Right when Damian drinks up your wetness and you're ready to give up, he pulls away.

...And unzips his pants.

You almost gasp in relief. Luckily, you trap it before it can escape, just like Damian does with you. You're scooped up and spread out on his desk like dinner. If it weren't for the happy numbness in your legs you would try to help him, but Damian revels in removing your panties himself. He's since rolled up his sleeves for his task, and now his slacks and boxers come down too, until he's messy and ready to fuck you. All of his clothes being shoved down to his hips turns you on even more, proving further how crazed Damian is to claim you. Phone in hand, you report more of your findings to the ambassador as Damian's thick cock rests against his abs. Blissfully, he doesn't wait to use it.

Dipping his head, Damian flicks your clit with his tongue one more time, then plunges into your slick without mercy.

"So big..." You mewl. Damian grins wickedly, and you managed to choke out something coherent as that massive pussy-pleaser shapes you out. "Um, our plans for the future! They're s-so big..." your eyes flutter shut, back arched, "Huge. Just... huge."

Damian's cock is quickly soaked. You feel the glide get easier with every thrust, which are violent, possessive. Every inch makes you his. Looking at him makes you wet, his spit makes you wet, so his cock is nothing but noisy. His hips smack harshly against your ass with each blow, and the roll of his dick through your cunt fills the room. Damian is so turned on by the sound of it, by the taste of you, that he's even closer to cumming than you are. His cock must've been pulsing when he ate you out, because every squeeze of your pussy makes Damian's head loll off his shoulders. Veiny hands are braced on your breast and by your hip, trembling hard. While you're forced to be silent, Damian is loud on purpose, growling and groaning his delight sheathed in your sore pussy.

"Mine," Damian snarls in whisper. "This pussy belongs to me. Say you understand. Tell me you know who you fucking belong to." His hand whips across your ass, scratching a red mark into place. He pounds into you like an animal, back and shoulders flexed to their limit, just seconds from pouring that delicious quart of cum inside you. "Go on, beloved, say it."

You can't. The man on the other end of the phone will definitely hear, if he hasn't heard every other dirty sound pouring out of your husband. You shake your head and hold on for dear life.

Damian rips the phone out of your hand, jabs the end call button, drags himself out of you and shoves his tongue in your pussy.

"Master!" You moan.

He kisses your fucked core once, again, then devours you with his tongue. Your folds are spread by his hands and you're taken completely, madly, by that skillful mouth. At speeds your sex-fogged brain literally can't comprehend, Damian's tongue laps up your clit until you heave and gasp for him to make you cum. He doesn't stop. He doesn't even come up for air. Damian's arms scoop under your ass, pinning you in place for him to gulp down. He smiles when your heels scramble across his back, desperate to get him even a molecule closer, and looks downright drunk on your taste when your thighs clench and unclench around his face.

You cry out so frantically that your throat burns. But Damian keeps going and going on your clit until he's lifting your ass off the desk with one arm, and you go right with him, howling for it, fuck me fuck me p-please! Three fingers hammer inside you at once, shocking your heated pussy with his cold wedding ring. You roll onto your shoulders to chase that gifted tongue, fucking his face with your hips, rolling up into his mouth, your soft thighs in his death grip—

Damian drops you onto the desk.

"You're my wife, you hear me?" He snarls. Your slick glistens on his face and hangs from his chin. "No one gets to fuck you, like this or any other way, but me."

The absence of pleasure is like losing oxygen, so you nod deliriously, nails crawling across his arms to bring him back to you. "Yes," you gasp, "fuck, Damian, I'm yours."

He viciously slaps your ass. "Say it."

"No one but you," you choke for breath, "no one. Oh, god, please fuck me..."

"Please fuck me...?"

"Sir," you finished, close to sobbing. "Please, please fuck me out of my mind, master."

In the wake of literally driving you mad with lust, Damian rides the fading path of your building orgasm and plunges his cock inside you again. He takes a murderous pace and fucks you crazy, burying pleasure on top of pleasure, hammering into you until your ass is red and purple. Your mewls match the rhythm of his brutal thrusting, then it all pulls taut.

Damian sheaths himself in until your tender pussy disappears under his cock, and cums like an ice cream dispenser. It's slow, filling and warm, spurting inside you and overflowing like whipped cream. His abs tense wildly. Sweat pours down his muscular arms, and finally, Damian releases you.

Always the faithful partner with an ego, he spreads your legs a final time as the two of you come down from your shared ecstasy. Damian smirks while he admires his work. In your frenzy of lust, he'd ripped apart your dress to expose your body, and you'd popped four of the buttons off his shirt. Cupping under your knees, Damian pushes them to your chest to get a full view of your ruined cunt.

"Look at what I did to you," he hums, satisfied.

He massages your worked legs. Then, Damian spreads your sensitive folds and watches his hot cum sink into your pussy, which is filled to the brim. It pours from your slit and drizzles down your ass. Damian's mouth still waters at the sight of your abused clit, so he kisses it just for himself, lazily slurping up your cum. But one kiss is never enough. The Demon's Head loves the whine overstimulation puts in your moans, so he greedily tastes more of you, flicking his tongue faster and faster. Your sobbing clit is sucked into his mouth and enjoyed, then kissed a final time. You're so blown away, you hardly have the breath to moan anymore.

There Damian lounges, the tip of his nose, his chin, lips, and fingers shining with pussy juice. He licks some of it off his lip, green eyes glazed and calmed. Still, there's some shark left in his smile, so Damian hovers over you on the desk to ensure his point has been made.

He kisses you, squeezing your jaw between his fingers.

"Lesson learned?" The Demon's Head asked you.

Spent, used, and loved all over as you are, you could never fail to tease him. Damian watches you put your finger on your chin, pretending to think.

"Lesson?" You bat your lashes at him, sly. "What lesson?"

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hi <3 so this is weirdly specific but could you do a scenario with vamp reader where one of the batfam gets kinds critically injured while on patrol in outer Gotham and they can't get back to the manor so Damian is like i know a place and then takes them to secret vamp gf's apartment???? ik it's really specific but i'd really love it :)

Darling you've read my mind. There are few things I live writing more than vampire reader fics

Damian Wayne x f!Reader

WARNINGS: blood, mild gore, impromptu surgery, utter lack of medical knowledge

PROMPT LIST and MASTER LIST in bio

Tim's bleeding out.

He's bleeding out in Jason's arms, and Robin isn't taking them to the Cave.

Red Hood's been growling and barking questions and curses and orders at the youngest man's back for seven minutes. He'll admit, reluctantly, that he's beginning to panic. Red Robin's got a bullet lodged between a rib and an organ, and a bullet hole shot clean through his side. There's a graze across one shoulder, but a stitch and an ace bandage could fix that easy.

They should be halfway to the Cave by now. They should've made a break for the abandoned Bat Mobile at the first opportunity they had. Unfortunately, they'd been boxed in. The only way out was to lose the crowd of pissed off dog-fighting assholes through a winding maze of alleyways that lead them away from the only mode of transportation within two miles.

Robin has some sense of direction. He knows something Hood doesn't. That much is obvious. He hasn't stopped to look around for three turns, despite knowing they've likely already lost the crowd. Still, he's not saying anything.

The most he gave Jason to go on was a winded, "pick up Drake, I know a place," and then he took off.

Red keeps mumbling. It's getting incoherent. It's strained, and he's trying not to let on how much it really hurts, even though everybody knows. They all know first hand.

Robin takes a sharp turn and skids to a stop at a door around the back of an apartment building. He's rushing with his keyring, the jingling of all the metal clinking splitting through the shadows left cast by the broken light above the door.

"Damian," Hood snarls. "Where are you taking us? He needs a doctor."

"We don't have time for a doctor," Robin bites back. The lock finally clicks and has to use his full weight to shove the steel slab open.

Hood doesn't have another choice, so he follows Robin up three flights of cement stairs, minding the distance between Red Robin's head and the half-rusted steel railing.

Robin stop abruptly and shoves through another door. He leads them down a hallway, with faded, flattened red carpet and doors with chipped wood. He stops again at the last door on the left, keys chiming in his hands again.

The moment it swings open, Robin grabs Redhood by his arm and pushes him inside first.

A stranger peers around the corner from the kitchen, one eyebrow raised.

Hood stares back. An apartment. This must be the wrong place. There's a civilian right there–

"What's–? Who's this? Is he bleeding? Is that your brother?" Your voice raises a little higher each question. Your half full glass teeters when you all but throw it back onto the counter to lunge around the wall. "Damian?"

The door slams behind Hood. He barely registers it, brain overloading with such a tower of information being dropped into his lap.

Robin steers around Hood, mask pulled clean from his face. "He's been shot twice, I need you to help me stitch the first one and remove the second bullet."

The shock is still gleaming in your eyes, but you spin around and sweep everything from the kitchen island. It all crashes to the floor, but you hardly seem to care as you turn to another cabinet and start pulling out first aid packs.

"Put him there," Damian instructs, pulling the green glove from his left hand first.

"What happened?" You demand, ripping the zipper across the first canvas bag.

"It was–" Damian's breath catches with his right glove halfway off, "We broke up a dogfight, they were not pleased."

Your gaze jumps from Tim as Hood lays him down to Damian. His hand is blooded, knuckles blooming dark purples and blues and ugly yellows around split skin.. "That looks nasty."

He stops for a spare moment, staring down at the throbbing appendage. "It is," he hums.

You sigh, digging through the red canvas pouch. "I'll start on him, you go get the ice pack." You take a carpet needle and a spool of stitches from the bag. You glance Hood up and down. "What about the other one? He hurt?"

"Todd's fine," Damian dismisses, waving his good hand in the same manner as he ducks behind you to get to the refrigerator.

"Hey, demon? You wanna, ya know? Explain?"

Damian glances over his shoulder as he reaches into the freezer drawer. "This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Jason Todd and Tim Drake."

You're already bent over Tim's left side with a pair of scissors. He's losing the most blood from the exit wound, so you're starting there. You glance up, just in time to watch Jason pull the helmet from his head. He looks angry. "I assumed. Anyway, the good news is, he doesn't smell like death and I'll be honest, I'm really wishing I hadn't skipped breakfast."

Damian still behind you, staring down at your hands as you cut away at Tim's uniform.

It's an odd comment to make. What does breakfast have to do with any of this? And what did you mean? Smell like death?

He finally has the time to get a good look at you. He doesn't know what he expects. The exhaustion of a nurse? The collectedness of an ex-medic? The focus of a doctor?

Whatever he expected, it wasn't the borderline glowing yellow he finds in your eyes or the restraint in your stare.

A vampire. Damian brought his bleeding brother to a vampire.

"Damian–"

Damian's already staring him down. "Do not. We'll discuss later."

He refocuses on you. You've got the bloodied alcohol wipe discarded beside Tim, and your hooking the needle through skin for the second time.

You're surprisingly quick about the stitches and the bandages, but Jason nearly faints when you round the island to his other wound, where the bullet is still lodged, and plunge your fingers straight into the weeping wound. Tim, on the other hand, does pass out.

It doesn't take more than an hour for you to get him all patched up. Then you help Jason get him into a guest bedroom and set him up in there after you've had Damian dose him with morphine.

Then you boss Damian into the living room to sit and doctor his hand. You'd tried to talk him into letting you do it, but you relented and settled for at least making him sit down.

You're fixing ramen noodles in the kitchen, Damian's sitting on the edge of your couch bent over his hand, and Jason is sitting stiffly in your armchair across the the coffee table.

He's been quiet for a long time. Damian obviously wasn't going to tell him anything until he decide it was a good time to pipe up, so Jason had done what he could given the situation; observe.

Your apartment was decently put together. Humble, lived it, unprepared for company. It's dim, with only a few lamps speckled through the rooms for light and the bulbs removed from the overheads.

He's most interested in Damian, though. Despite having a likely broken hand, he's more relaxed here than he is in some parts of the Manor. His body language reads comfort. He's not looking around every few minutes for any sign of danger, even though they'd all barely escaped a small angry mob ninety minutes ago.

"So," he huffs, leaning back into your chair. He spares you a glance. Your back is to them while you stir a pot. "You wanna clue me in or are we gonna keep loitering in this poor woman's home?"

You peer over your shoulder.

Damian sighs heavily.

"Your call," you chip in, digging around in a lower cabinet.

He throws a dirty look your way. "Thanks for the help."

He draws a deep breath, reclining against the back of the couch. "Firstly, all if this stays between us," he starts, gesturing to the whole apartment with his good hand. "Second, Y/N is a vampire, and if you so much as breathe disrespectfully–"

"Damian," you warn."

"–we'll have issues."

Jason blinks slowly. Clearly unimpressed. "Why do you care do much? And how'd you know she wouldn't eat Timmy alive?"

"She's my girlfriend."

He damn near falls out of the chair. "Your what?"

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