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bomber-grl · 1 day

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It's me again:) number 12 with Damian male reader teasing please 🫶🏽

Prompt #12: winking at them

A/n: it’s u again! I remember u :)

You had been Damian’s best friend for a good while now. It was surprising that he’d have any friends at all, much less a boyfriend.

He was initially worried what it’d be like introducing you to his family as his boyfriend and it actually went extremely well.

Bruce even invited you to a dinner with them all and how could you refuse?

That points to now, Damian had whisked you away to his room the moment you got to the manor and he was sweating bullets.

“Are you okay?” You placed a hand on his shoulder in hopes of being reassuring but that just made him tense up even more.

“Yea, I’m fine I mean even if they mess it up at least I know it wouldn’t be ruined, I mean you like me so” Even though done unknowingly, he basically said that it was impossible for you to dislike anyone if you found him appealing.

“Damian-“ before you got the chance to say anything opposing to what he said, you were called down to dinner.

“Well I guess this is it” you said with a smile that didn’t exactly mirror Damian’s

It had been about 30 minutes since dinner started and although you were doubtful you were glad to find out how great the bat fam really were.

Usually they have very PR statements to, well everything (excluding some moments) but knowing they fight and joke like actual people was reassuring.

Still, you guess Damian wasn’t convinced Tim or Jason wouldn’t slip but you decided to say something.

You had chatted with almost everyone, but Damian, of course was on edge.

So, although you knew you’d get your ass handed to you behind closed doors you decided to stare at him until he noticed you and wink at him.

Maybe it wasn’t your best work but his flushed angry expression was definitely the cutest.

Since he was right across from you, you leaned in a bit and tried whisper/ wording something.

The words “spoke” were “can’t believe you’re still easily flustered.”

Despite your previous belief that he couldn’t get any redder, you were proven wrong.

He turned even a redder shade of red and the leg you started teasing his with under the table wasn’t exactly helping.

Incidents like this became the norm throughout the night and you’d say something teasing then follow with a wink directed at him.

He didn’t take kindly to this since he began being teased by his family members but alls well that ends well.

Unfortunately you ended up getting a beating after the dinner. His dad gave you permission to stay the night and even if you did get a reprimand atleast you managed to charm Damian so much so that he let you kiss him.

He really does want you- is what you said before Damian made u sleep on the floor then begged asked for you to come cuddle with him again.

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mottemort · 5 months

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Al Ghul Family

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damianwayne0 · 4 months

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Bruce: Damian,half of the league wants you dead !

Damian: Wow , A month ago it was the whole league , things are looking up.

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innerwomen · 2 months

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You accept requests for Damian Wayne? I was super happy when I saw that you do! I really love your blog theme and your writing is really good. This is my first time requesting, so I'm really sorry if I'm doing this wrong.

It's where Damian and Reader are already married. Reader decided to prank Damian. Reader is visiting Damian at his big fancy office, Wayne Industries. When basically the desk lady comes in with a huge bouquet and say's it's for, "Y/n" and obviously Damian is like mad. He's not mad at Reader he's just mad someone doesn't know Y/n is taken. He's going berserk. And then Y/n tells him it's just a prank.

I hope you have/had a great day!!

-🌙

Oh my god- anon you’re so freaking sweet; and you did a great request I love it so much! Thank you. I hope you enjoyed it, I really loved writing it for you! 💗💗💗

They’re lovely! I hate them.

Paring: Damien x (female) reader

TYPE: ask!

WARNINGS: cursing.

Reminder: if you have any characters you want to write a request for, check my Masterlist to see if I write for them and then send the ask in! I love writing for a variety of character.

Help: F/F - favorite flower. L/N - last name.

Things have gotten pretty, predictable, in your life lately, to say the least. Once the ‘honeymoon’ faze faded, and you and your husband had gotten into a regular routine, things have gotten very mundane. Boring if you were being bold.

It wasn’t that the marriage was any of these things, goodness no, just, the living in it. You just wanted a little more spontaneity from life than what you were getting. So… what’s a little prank going to do? Oh, a lot. A lot a lot, especially to a man like your husband, Damien.

Now it wasn’t a secret that your husband was a very stern person or that he was very planned… organized… basically; he didn’t like things that he didn’t schedule or predict for. Which you loved about him; but which you were also going to take slight advantage of.

Every Friday you visited Damien at Wayne Enterprises, both of you had lunch together, it had become something you both looked forward to since no other week day would you see each other before nine P.M. This Friday was the perfect day to do the prank; because Damien had no meetings.

You were a little scared to do the prank at the beginning but, hey, you only live once and death comes for us all, you possible sooner than most because of this.

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When you walked through the double doors of the multi-story building, you were instantly recognized by the receptionist sitting behind the big obsidian desk in the middle of the room.

“Mrs. Wayne! Hello! Good to see you, Mr.Wayne should be on his way down now. I’ll let him know you’re here.” She kindly says as she begins to pick up the phone and dial Damien’s floor before you can even say ‘Hello’ back.

It wasn’t long until you heard the ‘ding’ from the elevator signaling its doors to open, Damien walking out and smiling once he sees you. “Y/n, my love, how has your day been?” He asks as he greets you with a kiss and his hand on the small of your back.

“Absolutely wonderfully pleasant. And yours?” You ask as you just imagine what is about to go down in this poor innocent lobby.

“Better now that you’re here. What do you want for lunch? Craving anything, my love?” He asks as he begins conjuring up names of Cafés and Restaurants.

Just as you both decided on where to spend your afternoon break together, a delivery man comes in with a buque of your favorite flowers. A bundle of around two hundred of them. The man places them on the desk in front of the receptionist and asks for signature.

Damien, confused by the delivery asks the man, “Excuse me, to whom are those for? I didn’t order them.” He assumed that’s someone significant other order it for them and they worked here.

The man looks at his papers, “To a, Y/n L/n?”

You had to keep a neutral face or your cover would be blown, but Damien’s face almost made you laugh, his brows knitted together in confusion and you could see him biting his cheek inside his mouth, a sign of anger. “Who is the sender?” He asks, teeth gritting. You were sure the cherry on the top was the use of your surname and not ‘Wayne’ for your last name.

The delivery man looks up, bored, “It’s an anonymous sender. We don’t have a name or an address.” The man then pressed forward a pen and a paper with a dotted line.

“I’m not signing that! It’s from someone trying to get my wife, my wife.” Damien says with ultimate disgust.

The man then hands you the pen and paper, asking for your signature. You look up at Damien who is giving you the biggest ‘what are you about to do’ look you’ve ever seen, then you remember, whats a little bit of drama?

….

You signed for the flowers.

The man leaves, leaving the flower behind and Damien is in absolute shock, disgust, and anger. “Who the hell is sending my wife flowers?!” He asks to no one in particular. “And your favorite ones at that, this creep knows you!”

“This is weird…I don’t know anyone who likes me romantically.” You say trying to act the part.

Damien grabs the flowers and rereads the note attached to it, “To Y/n L/n. Y/n L/n! Do they not know you married? Fucking married!”

“Well, you can’t deny they are lovely flowers.” You say as you look at the buque of F/F, admiring its aroma and color

“They are lovely….” Damien mimics you then says, “I hate them!” He couldn’t believe someone had the actual audacity to send his wife, in his work place, flowers only he should be giving to her. “You’d think with a different last name and a rock on you finger, people would know your married!”

You could see Damien’s wheel turning trying to think of someone, trying to put a name and face behind the gift of flowers. “It doesn’t matter, Damien. It’s just flowers.”

“Doesn’t matter?! Flowers now, a whole ass proposal next! Your married. People shouldn’t be doing this type of shit!” He then calls in his assistant and says, “Find out where these flowers are from! I want the florist, recipe, address and names!” He then hands off the bundle to the man.

You decided to come clean, once the assistant left, “Hey baby, I think I know who those flowers are from…”

At hearing that Damien’s eyes wide, “Who, Y/n?”

“The person who sent them was, me.” You smile, coyly, evilly in Damien’s eyes.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“Man, baby, you were ready to kill someone weren’t you?” You couldn’t hold it in anymore and began laughing, not at Damien’s reaction, you found it kinda hot, but just the situation in general.

Seeing you laugh, and realizing this was a joke on him, Damien relaxed, “My love, I was ready to beat a bastard down.” He then suddenly grabbed you by the waist, “You know what made me furious?”

There was barely any distance between the two of you, your heartbeat beginning to quicken, “What…?”

His grip on your waist tightens as he presses your body against his, “The thought of someone not knowing you are mine.” He then pulls you in and kisses you.

For anyone who didn’t know the relationship between the two of you…. They did now.

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random-writing-panda · 10 months

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||•~ Growing pains ~•||

(Older)Damian Wayne x Reader

*My GIF

I’m finally getting better at making fic’s longer. As always I hope you guys enjoy it and that my inability to spell doesn’t reflect in my writing to much🙃

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: little bit angsty

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Damian starts to develop feelings towards his best friend, he doesn't understand what these feelings mean so who better to go to but his big brother Dick?

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Damian hated this class. Out of all the classes he had to waste his day attending, this one was the worst because the one person who made school bearable was on the other side of the room. So, he was stuck sitting next to morons who only wanted to talk to him because he was Damian Wayne.

He was zoned out not paying any attention to the class, he didn’t need to, he knew more about the subject then the teacher did and that left him to doing the one thing that had seemed to take over his life recently, drawing you. He sat there sketching lines onto his book glancing up to look over to you as you sat with your face resting in your hand looking half asleep. Damian smiled to himself as he looked back down to the sketch. No matter how many times he drew you he could never make it perfect, never fully capture the beauty you hold.

It had been almost two months of Damian drawing you. You had found one of his sketch books and were so shocked at how talented he was, the detail was incredible, so obviously as his best friend you begged him to draw you.

∞∞

“No.” he sighed

“C’monnnn Dami please! Just one sketch. It’s just one please!” you grab his arm and he squirms a little.

“Oh sorry... I forgot the touching thing. But seriously please? Just draw me once.” you pull you hand away and give him puppy dog eyes. You were the one person he listened to, not a lot, but more than anyone else.

“Fine. One okay?” he looks over to you and smiles as you start clapping and smiling.

“Thank you Dami!”

∞∞

He had finished the sketch and just looked at it just wasn’t good enough, it was missing something and he couldn’t make it look perfect but you had seen him stop so you practically ran over to him and sat next to him and ran your fingers over the edge of the paper and you had smiled so much, you seemed so happy.

As happy as you were with the picture Damian just couldn’t let go of the fact something was missing, so he tried again, using the picture of the two of you that he kept in his room as a reference.

It drove him crazy, whenever he saw you there was something so beautiful that he just couldn’t capture in his drawings and eventually after every day you spent together, he would sit down and draw it.

Over the two months he had filled up the entire book with memories and whenever he looked through his sketchbook he was filled with happiness and something completely unexplainable.

“Damian since you seem to be paying attention what is the answer to the question?” the teacher asked trying to embarrass him. It backfired quickly when Damian answered correctly without even looking up from his book. The class tried to stifle their laughter as the teacher turned red and tried to continue with the class.

Damian shot his eyes up to look at you again and he heard your laugh after what had occurred and he just smiled back at you. He didn’t know what was happening to him.

How he felt about you confused him which he hated Damian absolutely hated not know what was happening especially when his own feelings are what were confusing him. He needed to know what was happening and he couldn’t work it out on his own... he needed help...

∞∞

He was never going to let Damian live this down. Damien actually asking for someone else's help.

“I swear Grayson. You will never utter a word of this conversation to anyone is that understood?” Damian scowls at Dick as they sit across from each other.

“Sure, okay fine what do you need help with Damian?” Dick slouches over resting his elbows on his knees.

“Whenever I’m with Y/n... I feel weird.” Damian says trying to piece together the words.

“Weird? What do you mean weird?”

“If I knew what I meant I would have said that wouldn't I Grayson? Uh forget it.” Damian goes to stand up.

“No! Hey Damian, I'm sorry come on I want to help.” Dick says standing and gently puts his hand on Damian’s shoulder, “Just talk to me try to explain it?”

“Fine... when I’m with her I...I just...I feel like I’m happier... I feel like a better person and I feel...okay I mean actually okay.” Damian sat back down and but his head in his hands. “And... there is just something unexplainable and...I don’t understand... my entire life i have know exactly how to feel and how to respond... how to turn off my feelings...but I can’t and I don’t know how to deal with it... i don’t even know what it is!”

“Heh... sounds like you're in love.” Dick lets out a small almost sad chuckle. “First love...wow”

“Love?-”

“Yeah love it is what happens when people-”

“I know what love is Grayson!” Damian replies hastily and rolls his eyes, “I just didn’t know it felt like... this...”

“It’s love. It feels like love. You just know!” Dick says almost like he was confused

“No Grayson. I don’t know that’s why I came to you.” Damian knew people didn’t understand but at this point they didn’t even try to understand that he couldn't process emotion like other people, they just brush it off.

“I’m trying to be supportive but how do you not know what love is like? Any kind of love?”

“Well Dick some of us didn’t grow up perfectly.”

“Perfectly?! Perfectly really?? No one in this house grew up perfectly! Except maybe Alfred, but that’s beside the point!”

“Yeah well you could be less of a dick, Dick.” Damien stood up and walked away without a second thought.

∞∞

“I will never understand the need for a bed the size of a normal room.” You laugh as you fall back onto Damian’s bed and lay there looking up at his ceiling.

“I don’t get it either but its comfortable.” Damian raises his head and puts his pencil on his desk.

“I agree maximum comfort levels. I should sleep over more.” you smile and watching you on his bed his face heats up and you move around on the bed and walk over to him.

You sit up on his desk and look down at Damian’s sketch book.

“Is that me?” you move to grab the book, but Damian gets to it first and slams it shut.

“Nope.” his eyes meet yours and he smiles, “Not you at all.”

“Hm I don’t think so, I'm pretttyy sure that was me.”

He looks down and he tried to stay calm. Did you hate him? Did you think he was creep? Were you going to stop hanging out with him?

“Let me see it!” you laugh and try to grab the book.

“No!”

“Please?”

“...Fine...”

He hands the book over to you and his hand brushed yours and you smiled.

You open the book to the first page and see a beautiful sketch of your day out at the beach with him, you flip over the pages one by one and are met with an entire book full of drawings of you.

“Damian...”

That was it you thought he was a creep.

“These are so amazing...” you reach the end of the book and find a page with your sketch in a box in the middle of the page.

“Sorry...this is weird...” He looks at the wall and straightens up in his seat.

You reach over and place your hand on his cheek, you run your finger over the side of his face.

“What are you talking about? They are amazing Damian what are you embarrassed about?”

“You don’t think I'm creepy for having a sketch book full of pictures of you?” Damian laughs and leans into your hand.

“No... it's so sweet.” you look down trying to force words pass the lump in your throat. “It’s nice to have the guy you like take that much interest in you...” you mumble to quietly.

“You like me?”

“Yeah...maybe...a little bit...”

“Good.” Damian stands up and tugs you off the desk and hugs you. “Because... I think I like you too.”

“Damian?”

He pulls back.

“Yeah...?”

“Can I kiss you?”

He smiles and you lean into him and press your lips against his and you slowly close your eyes,grasping your waist tightly he pulls you closer to him. The moment seems to last for an eternity and once you pull away you rest you head on his chest.

“Just one sketch huh...?” you look up and Damien rolls his eyes at chuckles.

“Just one sketch.”

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lyralaneoriginal12 · 5 months

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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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a-night-2-remember · 5 months

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Damian Wayne and my OC. Who would like to read a story of them two? I’ve been using the bing AI app and it’s soooo hard to hard use sometimes. Like my OC definitely has dark brown eyes not green but this is the closest I could get 😭

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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[Damian notices Y/n looks upset, their eyes were red and puffy from crying.]

Damian: what’s wrong?

Y/n: My cat died.

Damian’s thoughts: Well… This got awkward fast! What do I say? “I’m so sorry”? er.. “It must be hard for you” Oh crap! They’re looking at us, speak Damian!

Damian, patting them on the back: I’m so hard for you!

Y/n, bewildered: ….What?

Damian, Blushing: Dammit, that’s not what I meant to say!

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morgansunflower · 6 months

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Christmas Babys 2/2

Requested by @projectdreamwalker

Damian Wayne X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, childbirth mention, pain, nursing, explicit language and angst.

Words:1114

Damian struggles to accept he's going to be a good father to his newborn twins.

Damian sat by her bedside his hands holding her own as she was still not conscious. The doctor said she'd wake up soon however should remain on bed-rest. His family took shifts to check on Damian and Y/N to help in any way they could.

If only she would open her e/c eyes that gave him a comfort that no other could. Damian's eyes became wide as he feels her hand move. He lifts his head to her eyes closed but her lips smiling. He kisses her taking a deep breath. She grips his wrist as she began to cry.

"our babies?.." her voice as heavy as her heart

He smiled never feeling so much.. Love "our son is healthy, and we have a daughter"

She began to cry in complete joy. Damian's heart couldn't fight it as he began to cry with her. He was terrified. He embraced his wife holding her close to his heart. She laid her neck on his arm as her husband takes a deep breath.

Damian sat in the back of the car with his wife and children. Alfred drove to the Manor upon Talia's request to Damian, or demand as some would put. She knew Y/N and Damian needed the support of the entire family. In addition she truly wanted to spend time with her new grandchildren. Bruce certainly wasn't going to disagree.

The twins slept soundly in their car-seats. As they made it to the Manor Damian carried his sleeping wife up the stairs. Alfred took both car seats to their room. Damian laid Y/N on the bed. She began to stir in her sleep groaning in pain as she is still weakened from labor.

"babies?" she whispered in a weak tone. She remained worried with each moment she couldn't hold them in her arms.

"shhh they're alright. Go back to sleep beloved" Damian softly says warming her heart. He only had that sweet and tender tone to her.

Damian placed his daughter in one of the two cribs while Alfred placed S/N in his crib.

"there, all tucked in" Alfred smiled "I will prepare dinner for you and Ms Y/N. Do not fret with coming down. I shall bring the food to you both"

"dinner in bed? What has changed you Alfred?" Damian questioned with quirk to his eyebrow

"the dinner in bed is for the Mrs! Not you chap, you will sit among the floor" Alfred harshly said with a humorous tone.

That following day Y/N rested against the bed frame with her children in her arms. She still was quite exhausted. Damian stayed by her. Damian touched her face lovingly running his knuckles down her face and then kisses her.

"they're so.." Damian couldn't form a perfect word to describe how much his heart loved them.

Damian placed his large hands by the twins carefully touching their heads. He then moved to hold his wife's tired arms. He felt he could never do enough for her. He looks at his children with joy covered with fear.

"Damian you're not going to hurt them" she assured him seeing the fear touch his eyes "you are a good dad, I don't care that it's been less than 72 hours since they've been born. I know you love them. You could never hurt them"

He sighed looking down in defeat. She always saw deep into his feelings he ran away from. He was always scared of what he would become. What he was raised to be by his grandfather. Talia was terrified Ra's would kill her should she leave with him.

Ra's allowed Damian's existence for only him to be his successor. When he 'defeated' his mother in combat she was free to confess the truth of his father. She knew it was the only way for Ra's to allow Damian to know. Otherwise he would kill them.

It was that night, they left to Gotham with Jason. He spent much time with his brother's and his parents.. Learning a better life. Still he was scared he would become his grandfather. Nightmares haunted him of hurting those around him. Even when she was pregnant he struggled to even touch her. He'd never let anyone or anything hurt them.

The twins began to whine desiring to be fed. Damian kisses his wife knowing how much she has truly been trying. He motions her to lightly bend her back. He moves to sit behind her to help her hold them. Damian held them behind her as she moves her top. He kisses all across her back. She begins to tear up overwhelmed with his comfort. He softly smiles continuing to pamper her as she fed their babies.

"thank you" she brokenly said

"it's all I can do after what you have given me"

Many months later. Damian poured his coffee into his mug. The sun was going down just as he was about to head out for patrol.

Little S/N crawls gripping his pants leg. He looked down to see his little boy grinning up to him. He smiled placing his coffee mug on the counter. He lifted his son into his arms. He had his mother's eyes that warm Damian's heart. He even had her hair that he loved. S/N was adventurous constantly looking for something to do and could never stay still for long.

Y/N cooed to her daughter who looked just like her father. She was quite different from her brother, she was calm and loved cuddling. Damian kissed his wife and two children goodbye. Y/N packed the twins bag just as Damian left.

She was planning a surprise for him. It'd been a long time since they had been able to really spend time together. Alfred knocked on the door. His heart was thrilled to take care of his grandchildren. Y/N opened the door to see Alfred.

"Alfred! Just in time. I've got the bags packed and the twins are asleep in their car seats and--" what else was she missing?

"Ms Y/N I have raised Batman himself. I can handle two little ones"

Damian returns home and walks into his bedroom instantly taken aback. There stood his wife wearing THAT outfit she wore on their honeymoon.

He cleared his throat feeling quite a bit flustered "where are the children?"

"with the family, probably being rotated by everyone" she laughed, they all had begged to watch the twins.

Damian used to believe that a life like this that having it, that he had a family.. It was impossible to grasp yet here she stood. She was right here, because she loves him.

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This is so old 😭 but monolid eye Damian. I saw someone talk about him having monolids and I just had too 🤭

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A winter night with Damian Wayne

CW: reader is really lovey dovey and embarrassingly bold

Authors note: I’m aware it’s barely October , I want winter neow

It had never occurred to you how sensitive Damian was to the cold until he knocked on your door a few days ago, requesting to cuddle on your bed. Now,a week later you hear a knock at your door.

You get up from your bed, going from laying to sitting upright.”who is it?” You call out.

Without a second thought the door swings wide open.“Who else?” Damian says this with a very annoyed tone, almost enough to make you laugh considering his wild bed hair and the Jammie’s that he’s in.

Still you choose silence over him getting upset over being teased.

“Bad dream?” You asked. “No” he replied and then crawled onto the bed and besides you as if it were his own.

You choose to ask another question, “cold?” He glared at you and answers “here.” He grabs your hands and places them on his face, they’re freezing. “Does that answer your question, I always come here because you’re so warm.

“Really?” That’s the reason you come and visit me at night? Not any other reason? You ask this knowing the only reason he ever comes late at night is to cuddle and bask in your affection, still it doesn’t hurt to tease, right?

“Shut up before I leave” he says this but you know damn well he wouldn’t (🤭)

“Sureee… well here” you grab the other blanket and cover Damian with it.

He snuggled in next to you and intertwined your legs with one another, he faces you and begins telling you random things that happened throughout his day despite his very indifferent reactions to your affection.

“ Yknow, I saw this super obese squirrel, it was honestly concerning. why would people continue feeding it when it’s already obese?

Gosh you love him.

Well soon he quiets down and it kinda concerns you. However, before you get the chance to ask he says something.

“Yknow, I did have a nightmare. I know I denied it when you had asked but I actually did. I was also cold, so that wasn’t a complete lie.”

You face him, “do you want to tell me about it?”

He visibly hesitates but then continues, “something…not so good happened to you and me.”

He doesn’t elaborate, and you pull him into a hug. You don’t say anything and just hold him, and although you don’t know it, he really appreciates it.

You pull away “hey Damian, you smell really good yknow? Especially your hair.” He laughs.

Oh his laugh

“Shut up you weirdo” he says this while stifling his laugh. Thank goodness you brought the mood up again.

“Hey Damian”

“What is it?”

“I really really like you” you say this, emphasizing the “really”. Damian’s face was hilarious, although it was dark you could still see it through the moonlight creeping through the window.

To say he was hardly blushing would be a lie.

“Oh, shut up” he pushes you away and turns the other way, but then you grab him.

“Hey look at me”

“N-no get away!”

“Why not? Scared I’ll see your cute face!” This calls his attention and he turns to face you.

“I’m not cute whatsoever!” Now his eyebrows are furrowed accompanied by his very much blushing face.

You grab his hands and trap them “yes you are”

“No I’m not!”

“Yes you are”

“How?!” Damian’s totally falling for your teasing

“Well for starters you’re so cute that whenever I see you I just want to kiss you” you pull him closer.

You swear you hear him whisper something under his breath

“Huh? What’s you say?” You tease

He doesn’t even bother looking up at your eyes, instead he stays staring at your lips.

“I said, then why don’t you? Why don’t you just kiss me already?”

Now it was your turn to get flustered, and you’re not the only one. You guess that really took a Damian out since he now refuses to look at you.

“Really?” You ask just to make sure

“Yes!” He responds embarrassingly fast

You lean forward and you and Damian’s lips collide. He’s so stiff but as you continue kissing he loosens up with your lips against his you begin to hear him let out little pants in between, then you separate.

Damian’s cheeks are flushed and you can only imagine what you look like right now. You suddenly become aware of the time and look at it on your phone.

It’s already 3:00 a.m

“Hey Damian, I really liked our little make out sesh, if we can even call it that, but I think we really need to go mimis now” you show him the time.

“Yea alright…just one more?” He asks.

“Yea” you lean in and kiss him once more, neither of you miss how your lips lingered on his but neither of you mentions it.

He lays down on his back once again as do you, you get the blankets over the two of you and get comfortable.

You snuggle into Damian as he does to you, and you both go to bed with the comfort of each others warmth.

You both wake up the next morning and when you go down into the dining room where all the batfam are Alfred asks you guys “sleep well?” Queue Tim bursting out laughing and everyone giving you knowing looks.

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Authors note hi guys! Hope you enjoyed and if there is any spelling mistakes feel free to point it out! :)

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coffee-latte-sprite · 2 years

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Damian Al Ghul and the Annoying Reporter

Series Masterlist

Epilogue

Aged up!Damian Al Ghul x fem!reader

WC: 2,000

Warnings: blood mention (nothing graphic, it was used as an example), language

Synopsis:

A year after the famous interview with Damian Al Ghul, life isn't as good as she thought it would be.

“Hello and welcome back viewers to Metro News. I am your host Camilia Carmen and here today with me is the CEO of People’s Press, Y/N L/N.” Camilia said as her bright smile stared back at the TV camera.

“Hello everyone.” Y/N said as she sat by the TV primetime news anchor.

“Thank you so much for taking time out of your incredibly busy schedule to speak with us today Y/N.” Camilia said as she turned towards her guest.

Y/N smiled and waved her off, “Of course! I have been watching this show for years, big fan.”

“Oh thank you! And we are very big fans of your new book and news outlet. Your book,” Camilia brought out Y/N’s book and showed it to the camera, “is now the #1 bestseller not only in the United States, but now in France, Germany, Italy, South Korea, and coming up into the ranks of other countries. How does this success feel for you?”

Y/N blushed, “You know, this fame doesn’t quite feel like I am famous. Many people come up to me and ask me for an autograph and a picture and go on their way with some words of praise. The fame of my book though, did help my company to take off which I am truly grateful for.”

Camilia jumped onto the transition segment.

Y/N has done so many interviews, she knows exactly how to transition seamlessly.

“Yes, your company is also dominating as a news article distributor, the People’s Press. This company is also doing significantly well, even better than your competitor the Daily Planet. Its CEO has not given a statement to its recent surface of favoritism.” Camilia said with a twang of venom.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile. She proved all of them wrong. She proved her boss wrong, her parents, her best friend, and even her dog wrong.

“My company truly is my pride and joy. I am glad I am able to create articles about our local and international news. I want to bring new and young and old voices alike to retell stories or their take on recent events. It has created a healthy work environment for all workers and everyone is benefiting from this, my writers and readers.” Y/N said with passion. Her joy was contagious as everyone in the room felt her extreme happiness for the new direction of news and diversity in voices.

“Very well put Y/N. Also, speaking of new voices, in your groundbreaking novel, you brought a new voice to light and helped all of us have compassion for our enemies. Would you like to give a little explanation to your book, or inspiration?” Camilia asked as she sat back in her chair.

“Oh of course! My novel, How to Shatter an Heir, is about my experience towards the heir of the League of Assassins. I wanted to expand on his personal stories and trama. He has experienced so much since the literal day he was born. He lost a childhood and a father. I wanted to show the world their is more to a villian than just a sword and blood.” Y/N said as her heart sped up faster. She couldn’t hear her own voice anymore, it was just the thrumming of her heart.

“And you definitely accomplished that, but are you sure there was nothing else to this novel?” Camilia asked with a sly smile.

Y/N deflated and anger rose up in the back of her throat. “Yes, in this novel I wanted to show how a person is more than their parents and who they have a relationship with.” Y/N said pointedly.

Camilia picked up on the hint and dropped the subject, “Well, thank you so much for your time today Y/N and again, congratulations on your success, you deserve it all.” Camilia smiled and turned back to the camera, “thank you for your time today viewers, and remember, Superman, is for all.”

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Y/N walked down the rainy sidewalk as people ran past her with their hoods up and racing against the raindrops. Y/N didn’t mind, she was to lost in thoughts to care about her hair or jacket.

Besides, the rain reminds her of when Damian left.

She doesn’t remember what happened to her after she was kidnapped, she just remembers pain, being shot, then Damian’s embrace. After that, all was fuzzy.

She remembers waking up in a hospital and being all alone. She never saw Damian again, but all of the nurses kept saying how their was a man who was frantic in making sure she was okay.

It was definitely Damian by the description, but she didn’t understand why he would leave her with nothing more than $1,000 to get home.

Y/N was broken from her thoughts when her phone rang, she picked it up immediately. “Hello?”

“Your dog hates me and you need to come home.” Jon said from the line as she heard Bella barking.

After Y/N created her company, the Kent's son, Jon, knocked on her door and asked if he could work with her. And as one for cold revenge, Y/N hired him on the spot.

He was her personal assistant as he helped her with everything. She was honestly thinking of giving him the company if she were to retire anytime soon.

“Bella does not hate you, she just misses me.” Y/N said as she laughed to herself.

“Yeah, well come home.” He said bitterly.

“You can go home Jon, I’ll be there in half an hour.” Y/N said as she stood under a near by awning.

“Thank God! Okay, bye!” And the line went dead.

Y/N laughed to herself and looked up at the rumbling sky. This is what fame and fortune felt like.

Y/N then frowned.

If this is what it felt like, then why was it so lonely?

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Y/N kicked off her heels and threw her wet coat across the back of her couch. From her wealth, she was able to move from her little apartment to a penthouse suite, and from this she adopted more little furry friends, which Bella wasn’t 100% sold on as she liked the attention only on her.

“Bells, I’m home!” Y/N yelled as she stretched out her back and legs.

Only silence welcomed her back.

“Bella?” She asked again as this was out of the ordinary.

She then started to run around the suite looking for her dog.

Then, as she got to her room, she saw a dark figure over Bella on her back. She screamed in terror as she picked up her lamp and chucked it at the figure.

They cursed and jumped out of the way.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” A man yelled.

“Bella!” She screamed as she ran to her dog, who was very much alive and happy. She jumped up and was wagging her tail with her tongue hanging out. “Wait, you’re okay?”

“Of course she is!” The man said again.

She then turned to look at the intruder to stop in her tracks.

Before her stood a Damian Al Ghul in a tailored suite and slicked back hair.

“Damian?”

“The one and only. And I see your aim with your lamps has gotten better.” He said with a slight chuckle.

She didn’t share the same happiness.

All joy of seeing him left in an instant, “Get out, you have no right being here and breaking an entry.”

Damian stilled as the smile dropped from his face.

“Don’t you dare give me that look. You left me, remember? You left me in a country I didn’t know and I was scared. When I literally needed you the most of all of the time we were together, you were nowhere. All I got was that some man was worried about me, nothing else. So get out!” Y/N said as the sting of tears was strong, but she would not allow herself to cry, not in front of this coward.

“I knew you would be mad,” He began.

“And you still did it anyway?” She said coldly.

He winced, “Yes, because Slade’s men were still after me.” He said reluctantly.

Y/N stopped for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“Slade was gone, but his ideology was still strong. All of his men were still after me, they thought you had died. I saw them in the lobby of the hospital, and I ran. Of course, they followed, I then . . . got rid of them. I wasn’t sure how many more of Slade’s men were still alive, so I left. I knew you were safer with me gone. I wish I stayed, you have no idea how that ate away at me.” Damian confessed as his shoulders slumped.

The rain outside hit the glass harder as the room was drenched in darkness, but neither of them cared.

“I then left for my father's in America. My mother, I knew, wouldn’t help me, so I left for my father’s. I didn’t know if he would help me, but apparently, he is known for his charity.” He said with an eye roll. “Father took me in with no questions asked and has housed me for over a year. He has been training me to become his successor since his first, second, and third son did not want the company.”

“What is the name of the company?”

“Wayne Industries.”

Y/N’s heart stopped. Wayne Industries was the first company to invest in hers. She couldn’t believe it.

“So, why are you back? Asking for a refund since I did get rich off of you.” She asked as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Damian coughed, “Actually no, you got rich on your own merit. Without your crazy, suicidal, idea of interviewing a murderer, you would not be crazy rich.”

Y/N blushed, “Thanks, but why are you really here?”

“Well, Titus misses you, and I thought you would like. . . to see him again.” Damain said awkwardly.

“Oh, if it for Titus, then of course!” She said enthusiastically.

“Although, there is someone else, someone very naive, stupid, and suicidal who also wanted to see you again.”

Y/N paused, “who is that?”

He paused, “Me.”

“You?”

“Me.”

“Why?”

“This is so hard. Well, apparently, you have lasting consequences! You have weakened me and made me insomniatic with the thoughts of you!” He said exasperated.

Y/N gaped, “W-w-what?”

“You have,” he stepped closer, “bewitched me. Body,” he took another step, “mind,” step, “and soul.” His fingers pushed her hair behind her ear, “I’m in love with you.”

Y/N's heart thundered in her chest as she was in sheer disbelief.

“And I wondered, are you in love with me too? Or am I a fool?” He asked if his heart echoed hers.

Y/N smiled, “You are a fool.” His heart dropped, “but you are my fool.” And she leaned forward closer towards him, waiting for him to catch her, he did.

“Well, how fortunate am I then.” He responded and leaned down to her lips.

His lips ghosted hers as his heart squeezed, he wasn’t enough for her. No one was good enough for her. She deserved the world, she deserved all the stars in the sky.

Y/N spoke, her voice barely heard, “you’re my universe.”

And Damian’s lips crashed into hers. Their lips locked together in perfect harmony as each of their souls shined bright. No storm, assassin, or mother could get between him and his annoyingly perfect reporter.

A/N: wow, this is it. This feels so unreal that this series is over. I have been doing this series for a year and this is the end. This is my favorite series I have ever written and thankful for the journey. I hope everyone loved it as much as me! <3

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damianwayne0 · 18 days

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Y/n : So your name is Damian Al Ghul Wayne?

Damian : Yes

Y/n : Woah your name is bigger than your cock.

Jason , spits out water : Wait What!? You saw his cock!?

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mottemort · 2 years

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Damian Wayne Fan Edit

#damian wayne #damian edit #edit #fan edit #fanart #wfa #batman wayne family adventures #wayne family adventures #batfamily #bwfa #older damian wayne #adult damian #i dont even know #i'm bored #dc robin #damian al ghul

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pastel-nature · 1 year

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The Barista and the Boy Wonder

A/N: No warnings for this one, just want to write something short and sweet. English is not my first language so please excuse spelling and grammatical mistakes. All characters are 18+.

I had been coming to this coffee shop for months, every day, I would swing by for my usual black coffee, and every day, she would be there behind the counter, her beautiful smile lighting up the room. She always seemed to be in such a positive mood, no matter what challenges she was facing. It was a trait that I found truly endearing, comforting even.

All I need to do is order a black coffee and I always leave with a lingering smile on my face.

I couldn't help but feel a connection to her, and I found myself coming to the coffee shop more and more often, just to get a chance to talk to her, or even just to hear her say my name. Even as I patrolled the streets of Gotham, my mind kept drifting back to her. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something that drew me to her like a magnet.

It wasn't until I saw her feeding the stray cats during her break that every single atom in my body fell into place, screaming that she’s the one. It was a small, quiet moment, yet it spoke volumes about the kind of person she is.

That moment I knew I had to approach her. I couldn't resist the opportunity.

"Hey there," I called out as I approached her. "What are you doing?"

She looked up at me and smiled, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight. "Just feeding these stray cats. They're always around here and I feel bad for them."

I knelt down beside her and helped her distribute the food. "That's really kind of you."

She shrugged, looking down at the cats. "It's just something small I can do to make a difference."

As I looked at her, I felt my heart swell with admiration and affection. She was an amazing person, kind and caring, and I knew that I am falling for her.

Yet there was something else behind her words, her unusual smile as well as her wandering eye.

“Something wrong?” I can’t help but tense at the prospect of problem.

"I'm just worried about one of the cats," she said, a crease forming between her eyebrows. She quickly fished out her phone and showed me a black kitten with white paws. "Mr. Mittens, I haven't seen him in a few days, and he's usually always around. I’ve been looking for him all over this block and some more."

"Don't worry, I'm sure he's just fine. Maybe he found a new food source or something." But my mind is already thinking of a thousand ways to find ‘Mr. Mittens’.

She looked up at me, her eyes full of concern. "I hope you're right. I just can't shake the feeling that something might have happened to him."

“I frequent these streets, why don’t I keep an eye open and inform you if I saw him and if he’s in danger, well, I am sure I can figure something out to save him.” I can indeed.

She smiled up at me, her worry seeming to ease slightly. "Thank you, Damian. I really appreciate it."

The batcave computer had seen hundreds if not thousands of searches, its screen trawling through the endless streets of Gotham. Both it and I are no slouch when it comes to finding a criminal, missing person, or crimes in action. Not so much a kitten.

After a sleepes night, I finally got a lead. It seems our black furry friend slipped inside a bakery delivery van and had not returned since then. Once I tracked the truck and its owner, a father of three, and judging by his son’s latest social media post Mr. Mittens is in safe hands and is now called Coco.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and sadness. On one hand, I was happy to know that the kitten was safe and loved. On the other hand, I knew that the girl would be disappointed that her furry friend was no longer around.

But I knew that I had to tell her the truth, so I made my way to the coffee shop and found her behind the counter, looking worried as usual.

"I have some news about the missing cat," I said, pulling out my phone and showing her the picture I had taken of the cat with its new family. "I found out that it's been adopted by a family a few blocks away. They're taking good care of it and it looks really happy."

The girl looked at the picture and a smile slowly spread across her face. "That's great news, Damian. I'm so glad to know that Mr.Mittens is safe and loved."

I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my chest at her words. I was just happy to be able to do something to make her smile. And as we stood there, looking at the picture of the cat with its new family, I knew that I was falling even more in love with the girl by my side.

I grinned, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I'm glad you're happy.”

She reached out and squeezed my hand. "Thank you for finding out what happened to it. You're the best.” She grinned, “Needless to say, this week’s coffee on me, so knock yourself out.”

I laughed in return still insisting for her to take my card, but she raised her hand in defiance, “What you just did meant a lot to me, and I wish I could get you free coffee for life, sadly it won’t fly with my manager.”

“Even a lifetime of coffee won’t cover my investigation fee.”

She feigned a gasp, “Oh no, what could I do then to repay thai lifelong debt?”

“How about a date?”

“A date it is.” She handed me my cup of black coffee, her number written on it.

I had always thought that love was something that I could never have, being the son of Batman and all. But as it turns out, even the toughest of heroes can fall head over heels for the right person. And for me, that person was my pretty barista.

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