#37: Older!Damian Wayne x Reader
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Request: can i request a damian wayne x reader? where they get into a fight like he says something insensitive and she stops speaking to him so he asks his brothers for help and all is well in the end??
“I can’t believe you sometimes, Damian!” you shouted at your boyfriend. The two of you normally never fought, but when you did, it was over serious issues and you both could get really heated. You had been discussing your college plans with him, and when you asked what his plans were, they were exactly the opposite of what you had hoped they would be.
“I don’t see why you’re so upset, Y/N,” he said, his hand at his temple as he listened to you shout. Your voice seemed louder in the confined space of his bedroom, but you didn’t care if you were giving him a headache. You needed to get this off your chest.
“I am Bruce’s legacy, which means that someday I will run Wayne Enterprises and have to take up the cowl,” Damian told you. “My life is planned out for me already, and I’m fine with that.”
“You can’t be a vigilante your entire life, Damian.”
“It’s what’s expected of me.”
“Do you really expect me to keep waiting for you to come home every night, always worrying that I might lose you?” you asked. “I can’t live like that, Damian.”
“That’s the life you began living when you chose me, Y/N,” Damian snapped. “And I never would have chosen you if I had known you were such a coward.”
Your jaw dropped at Damian’s words, wanting to believe you had heard him wrong. A shadow of regret passed over his face, but before he could say anything, you were out the door and striding down the hallway.
“Y/N, wait!” He chased after you, but you ignored him all the way to the front door.
“Stop, Y/N.” He took your arm, trying to stop you from leaving, but you pulled away and turned to face him, jabbing a finger in his face.
“You have the nerve to call me a coward for being afraid to lose you, but you can’t admit that you’re afraid you’ll never be anything more than Batman’s son!” you yelled at him. You vaguely noticed Dick, Tim, and Alfred emerging from the kitchen with concerned looks.
“Stay away from me!” you shouted, shoving him away from you. “Have fun getting yourself killed. I won’t be there to mourn you, asshole!”
With that you slammed the door in his face, leaving him and his family in stunned silence.
“Uh, Damian?” Dick eventually asked, carefully approaching him and putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “What happened?”
“It’s none of your damn business, Grayson!” Damian shrugged Dick’s hand off and stormed up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door shut loud enough to echo through the house.
You and Damian were two of the most stubborn people in Gotham, so it was a few days before Damian’s anger finally wore off and his sadness came through. The two of you had never gone more than a day without speaking to each other, but now he miserably went day to day without even a text from you. A week had passed before he finally called you, only to get your voicemail. He refused to be the one to apologize first. Why should he? You were the one who was being unreasonable. At least, that was what he told himself until he finally cracked and went to Alfred.
“What am I doing wrong?” he asked the old butler, sitting at the kitchen counter while he watched him make dinner. He always had the best advice for Damian and never judged him on his relationship problems. “I shared the truth of my vigilante life with her. I don’t keep secrets from her. What more does she want from me?”
“I don’t think she wants anything more from you, Master Damian,” Alfred told him, checking the temperature on the oven. “But you must understand how she’s feeling. You remember that the reason it took so long for her to open up to you was because she’s lost so many people in her life. She doesn’t want to lose anyone else, least of all you.”
“I promised that she wouldn’t lose me.”
“You can’t make a promise like that if you truly plan to lead the life you’ve chosen,” Alfred said. “We don’t get to choose when we go, Damian, and you can’t say someone is a coward if they aren’t as fearless as you in the face of death. What you said was truly insensitive.”
“How do I fix it, then?” Damian asked.
“Apologize,” Alfred advised him as he took whatever he had been baking out of the oven. “Trust me, young sir. It makes everything easier if you apologize first.”
Damian took Alfred’s advice to heart. When he called you that night, his voicemail only had two words. “I’m sorry.”
That night there was a knock on the door of the manor. Damian opened it to see you.
You threw your arms around him, already in tears when you embraced him.
“I’m sorry, Damian,” you sobbed. “I know this is the way you have to live. I’m just so afraid to lose you.”
“I know,” he said, returning your tight embrace. “I’m sorry I couldn’t understand, Y/N, but I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know,” you said, “You never break your promises.”
“I don’t plan on breaking this one.”
