#37: Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

Thanks for requesting anon ❤

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.

“Y/N—”

“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.”

Sad Ending

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

Warnings: Death, blood, injuries, what have you.

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: When you’re reunited with Damian after year’s of being apart, what he doesn’t know is that you’re there to say goodbye

A/N: This didn’t quite turn out how it played out in my head but ig that’s partly because I wasn’t able to put in the filler parts in between cuz it just didn’t fit. In hindsight I could’ve written a few more k’s of words to fit it in but I reached my limit so I hope y'all enjoy it.

Your eyes were trained onto the figure in the crowd of the gala. The same figure it had been pinned to for a few weeks now and it would continue to be that way for as long as you could.

Damian Wayne was just as beautiful as you remembered him, with sharp eyes and a gorgeous face that had your heart leaping to your throat with a simple look. But you believed that the world wasn’t blessed with eyes gifted enough to see the true beauty of him.

A beauty that only someone who knew him on the inside would.

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Nightmares - Damian Wayne x Reader

Summary: Nightmares have plagued your mind ever since you got injured on a mission gone bad, but you don’t want to wake Damian who has even worse sleeping problems than you. So you leave the room to suffer in silence, but Damian won’t bear seeing you in pain.

A/N: Yeah, no one asked for this but I needed some self-comfort for the hellish couple of days I’ve had. Either way, love you all and hopefully, you enjoy! Also, I had this with the Injustice Damian in mind, but the story didn’t really flow with it so it’s just Batman Damian and I’m not sure if this needs a mention but I’m going to say it anyway, he’s around 24 and so is the reader.

There are many thoughts that swirl around your head in the middle of the night. Most of the time you confuse them with nightmares, when in fact your bad dreams are so much worse.

In the past couple of months, it had gotten better but they still crept up on you in the dead of the night. No matter how much being wrapped in Damian’s arms made you feel invincible, these dreams made you feel like you were at death’s door yet again.

Tonight was currently one of these nights. While many would expect you to shoot up and off the bed after all you’ve been through, you actually woke up in a rather normal manner. No screaming, no rushed movements, just the slight ragged breathing and your heart getting ready to jump out of your chest.

Carefully turning and reaching toward the bed stand where your phone rests, you try to look at the time without jostling the sleeping male next to you.

A small sigh of annoyance leaves your lips as you’re momentarily blinded by the blaring light of your phone’s wallpaper and the 4:30 am that shines across it.

Looks like you’ll only get two and half hours worth of sleep tonight was what you grumpily thought as you laid the phone back down and momentarily laid your head back down on the pillow.

Turning a little to the sleeping man next to you, a small smile graces your lips to see at least he is getting a better night’s sleep then you are. Usually, he’d wake up from any sudden movement, no matter how small, but you guys had a hectic couple nights during patrol and his body needed the rest. Either way, you were thankful to see his face free of stress and at peace from his inner demons.

You stayed like that for a couple minutes, still a tiny bit hopeful that you’d find sleep in the darkness of your shared room. But in the end, you knew you were only fooling yourself as the images of the knife getting plunged into your side was replaying through your head when you made the attempt to doze off.

With a final grimace, you finally decided that it definitely wasn’t going to happen, so ever so gently you pry yourself from Damian’s arms and thanking your lucky stars when he doesn’t make any signs of alertness as you rise off the bed. You knew that if you’d stay you would wake him up.

Grabbing the nearest article of clothing, you slide it over your bare body only then to realize that it was Damian’s when it reached down to your mid-thigh and then going to grab what could only be your underwear as you picked it up off the floor to pull them on.

At this point, you left your bedroom and towards the living room of the apartment that you two shared.

Walking to the couch, you plopped next to the sleeping Titus and Merlot, both of them lifting their heads in question but relax when they see that it was you.

Both dogs cuddled up to you, one of Merlot’s long Basset Hound ears laying across your thighs, and Titus’ big Great Dane head snuggled to the other side of you.

Trying to ground yourself, you rest your hands on the dogs’ heads, scratching behind their ears much to their content.

Closing your eyes, you try thinking about anything except that night. One memory was getting a baby Merlot from Damian for Christmas, back when he all ears and pure little ball of energy. Then introduce him to Old Man Titus, and seeing him gain an energy that he hadn’t had for a couple years. At the time, you laughing at Titus running away from little Merlot, who often enough tripped on his ears, while Damian was trying his best not to bust out laughing but there was no hiding the smile on his face.

Yet no matter how many good memories you could have thought of, you went back to the night.

It was a hard mission, you knew going in that it could end badly. But no matter how many times you’ve thought you okay with death when it came down to it, you didn’t want to die.

You were never supposed to get separated from the others, but you guys were outnumbered. The next thing you knew was that you battling against Deathstroke and you felt true fear. You weren’t ready for this.

Many minutes in and you were starting to get sloppy, and blocking every attack you could but a yelp of pain behind you distracted you enough to leave an opening for your opponent.

As if in slow motion, you saw the knife plunge into your side, eyes widening at the realization that you were most definitely not going to make out of there alive as he twisted it into your body.

Laughing as he pulled the knife out, you fell on your knees grasping your side trying to stop the blood that was flowing past your fingers.

At this point was when Damian finally found you. If you thought you were terrified, then the expression on his face rivaled yours as he ran to your aid.

That was what burned its image in your mind, the one of pure fear on Damian’s face.

God, it was the first time you’d ever seen him like that and you prayed to whatever’s out there that you’d never see that on his face again.

When a pair of hands rest on your shoulders, you’re eyes burst open, meeting Dami’s worried green ones.

“Same dream?” He mumbles, already knowing as you nodded.

“Sorry, did I just wake you up?” You sigh, a little upset with yourself.

“No, I woke up when you did, beloved.“

With that, you let out a groan. “I’m sorry. “

He shushes you, “Don’t be sorry (Y/N). “

“Yeah, no, out of the both of us you need more sleep then I do-“

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, I don’t care.” He grumbles, only to lift you off the couch carrying you bridal style back to the bedroom. “If you need me then I’m doing everything I can to help you, even if you think otherwise. “

“Geez, pushy much Wayne?”

“Only for the people I care about (L/N), and even more so for the love of my life.”

“Well poor her I guess. “ You joke, tightening your arms around his neck, as he rolls his eyes, but continues to carry you to the bed and puts you back on the bed, crawling in right after you.

He pulls you close as he lays down, holding you securely to him. “Get some sleep beloved.”

You laugh a little at that, “I’ve tried, it hasn’t really worked.”

“Well try one more time please.” Was his deadpan response, but you knew he was trying to covey.

“Whatever, Wayne.” You moaned, full of light humor “I love you,”

It took several moments to reply but with full emotion, he mutters, “I love you too.”

With that, you guys were quiet for the rest of the night, and you actually fell back asleep, feeling safe within Damian’s arms. Only when he knew you were asleep did he close his eyes, he’d be with you while conscious and he’d make sure that you were taken care of no matter what.

Fear (Damian Wayne x Reader)

A/N: Hope this is okay! I’ve been getting a lot of Damian requests lately. Reader fights with escrima in this! Two parter yay!

Warnings: Mild violence

Request: Could I have some older Damian angst? Where he’s 17-19? Angst ending in fluff please!

It was a cold night in Gotham as you and Damian soared across the rooftops. Bruce was absent, off doing official business with the League. 

Tonight the problem was Killer Croc. He had broken into a medical facility in search of some steroid that could make him stronger. 

You and Damian ended up on the roof of the facility, then entered silently through the ventilation system. You stayed low as the two of you made your way through the halls, listening for any sign of Killer Croc.

You heard loud footsteps, coming from the other side of a wall to your right. Before you could even register what was happening, Croc came crashing into the hallway in a cloud of rubble and dust.

You dodged out of the way of a chunk of concrete before launching yourself at the creature. You jabbed your escrima into his shoulder, allowing the electric charge to do it’s work before he shook you off, launching you into a wall.

You groaned at the impact, kneeling for a second to regain your bearings as Damian took over the attack.

You gritted your teeth and flung yourself at his legs, striking them with your escrima and effectively knocking him down. This gave Damian the opportunity to drive his sword into Croc’s shoulder, making the beast cry out in pain.

Damian pulled his sword out of the newly formed wound, but Croc quickly managed to fling him off, the steroid he’d gotten ahold of taking effect.

You began to run at Croc, grappling onto the ceiling at the last second and using the force of the grapple to drive both feet into the reptile’s head. You released the hooks and landed gracefully in a kneel.

He let out an inhuman cry of pain, then proceeded to send a cart full of sharp surgical instruments flying in your direction. You managed to duck out of the way for the most part, aside from the knife that grazed your upper arm.

Croc charged directly at you, and there was an instant where you had a spark of hope that you had successfully gotten out of the way. It was quickly extinguished when you felt Croc’s hand slam into you, sending you flying into a concrete wall, and knocking your escrima from your grip.

“Beloved!” Damian cried out, his voice betraying the fear that had settled in his gut.

Your head snapped back against the concrete, and you felt painful cracks throughout your entire body. You cried out in pain as you crumpled.

Croc was not done with you yet, however. He picked you up with both hands, one hand at your feet and the other at your torso and began to pull. It was excruciating. You screamed at the top of your lungs as you felt your back begin to let out slow, painful pops.

Damian felt a twisted combination of rage and fear enter his system when you screamed. He cried out as he threw himself at Croc’s back, driving his sword through the monster’s throat and twisting it.

Killer Croc roared, dropping you and clutching his throat.

Damian continued to twist the blade until Croc dropped to the ground. Hastily, he sheathed his blade and rushed to your side.

“B-beloved?” Damian’s anger subsided, and cold fear gripped his heart.

“Dami,” you whispered, you voice barely audible. “It hurts.” 

“I’m getting you to the cave,” he said, picking you up as gently as he could.

“C-Croc,” you tried to remind him, barely able to manage the single word.

“I have alerted the authorities. They can handle it,” Damian replied, trying to figure out how to get back to the manor while carrying you. He was desperately fighting the panic that was rising in his chest. “Can you hang on to my back? It will only be for a short while,” he said, internally cursing the shakiness of his voice.

You gave a weak nod, and Damian shifted so that you could cling onto his back as he grappled through the city.

It seemed like an eternity before he reached the manor. He ran to the cave as fast as he could without causing further harm to you. “Help!” he cried out, finding it more and more difficult to control the panic. “Pennyworth! Grayson! Anyone! Help!” he yelled again. He forced back the lump that grew in his throat when he realized you’d fallen unconscious.

A moment later, Dick and Tim rushed in.

“Damian, what’s wro- Oh my god! What happened?” Dick questioned, he and Tim hurrying over to where Damian was laying you down on a bed in the medical bay.

“Killer Croc happened,” Damian spat, allowing streaks of rage to shine through. “We have to save her.”

“Damian, this is serious. Her wounds- I- This is beyond us,” Tim reasoned.

“Then we take her to a hospital!” Damian argued, his voice wavering.

“Fine,” Dick agreed. “Get her to the car.”

To be continued!

Done [Damian Wayne x Reader]

Requested by anon: “For the angst prompts can you do 18 and 2 with Damian“

Prompt 2: “I don’t need you. I don’t need any of you.” Prompt 18: “I don’t love you. I never have.”

A/n: Here is another angst request! Hope you guys like it. And like always Damian is like 16, he’s older.

(Part 2 - The Next Stepping Stone)

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It had been a long night for everyone. Patrol had not gone as smoothly as it usually does, it felt like every criminal in Gotham decided to make any appearance. From small time mugger to super villain. When the batfam came home, you, Babs, and Alfred were there to greet them. Everyone was pretty beat up and Bruce was not happy with how Damian had been acting while out there.

The three of you had seen and heard Bruce’s scolding over the coms. Along with seeing Damian’s recklessness and disregard on security cams. Currently Damian was giving his father the silent treatment. You’d glance over at him as you helped patch up Tim, who had a large gash on his shoulder. While Alfred was sewing up a bullet graze on Steph’s leg.

Tying off the stitches, you grabbed the gauze and placed it over the stitches. “There that should do.” Saying while tearing a piece of medical tape and taping the gaze down. “Thanks [F/n]” Tim thanked you before climbing off the table and pulling on a shirt.

You looked around at the members of the batfamily. Dick was stitching himself up because he had a small gash on his forearm. Jason was holding an icepack to his eye, bandages wrapped around his torso from where you had stitched up two bullet wounds earlier. Steph was still getting stitched up by Alfred. Bruce sat at the batcomputer looking around at his kids, same as you. Cass only had sustained a few bumps and bruises. Finally your eyes landed on Damain.

He sat with his arms crossed, holding an ice pack to his broken nose. You knew first hand how stubborn he is, being your boyfriend and all. Alfred finished up stitching up Steph and that’s when Bruce decided to address what happened.

He stood from his seat, “Okay, shall we reflect on what happened out there tonight?” Bruce asked while looking around the room. You glanced at him but continued to put away the medical supplies. The room stayed silent, “Alright, Barbara pull up security footage please.” Asking as he sent a glare at Damian.

Barbara followed directions and pulled up footage from a robbery Bruce and Damian had dropped in to stop. Damian didn’t follow a single one of Bruce’s orders and it almost resulted in the security guard in the bank getting injured by one of the gun wielding men. Though Bruce saved the man before anything could happen. When the video ended everyone looked to Damian, “Well Damian? Care to explain what happened?” Bruce crossed his arms.

“What happened was you got in my way!” He countered, hands clenched into fists. Everyone’s jaws about dropped. “Excuse me young man?”

“God I’m not a kid anymore father! I could’ve handled that.” He yelled, making everyone turn to Bruce. Though Dick was the one to speak up, “Damian, you’re acting like you’re still 11. Stop!” He scolded, usually if anyone could get through to him, it was Dick.

Damian’s glare only turned to him. “Tt, you’re one to talk Grayson.”

“Damian!” You yelled at him, “For christ sake, just sit down and listen to them.” Saying while slamming a drawer closed. You love Damian but when he acts like a child it makes you angry, especially when he disrespects his family. He turned to you before crossing his arms again.

“As I was saying, you can’t just go in like a bat out of hell. Do you realize how close that man came to death, because YOU were reckless.” Bruce continued. “Going in guns blazing never stopped Todd.” He defended as Jason just shook is head at the younger Wayne. “That’s my fighting style and I know how to use it. There’s a strategy behind it, it’s not being reckless. Plus I know when to use it and when not to.” Jason crossed his arms, having set the ice pack aside. Of which you walked over and placed it back in his hand, sending him a look that told him to keep icing that eye.

Damian scoffed, not just at what Jason said but the way you both interacted. You’d become an important person to the family and had grown close to all of them.

“I am capable of taking care of things myself. You keep babying me.” Damian claimed, still growing more angry. “It’s not babying, it’s being an adult and knowing when and how to act. You’re still too impulsive Damian.” Bruce’s tone was deep and intimidating, but Damian didn’t even flinch.

Damian growled, “I am more than mature enough! I don’t need you. I don’t need any of you.” Looking around at all of the members of his family. “Damian” You said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Trying to get him to calm down.

Though he turned and hit your hand away. “And you! I guess it’s a good thing that you’re so close with Todd and Drake because I don’t love you. I never have.” His eyes were full of anger and jealousy as he stared at you. “What?” you whimpered. “You heard me!”

“Damian!” Dick yelled at him. Though the next sound heard was the contact of skin as your hand connected with his cheek. “How dare you! I’ve done nothing but supported you and helped your family and you say something like I’m flirting with your brothers! They’re right you are a child and I can’t take it anymore. Fuck you Damian, I’m finished with your immature and childlike behavior. I guess it works out that you claim not to love me because I never want to see you again.” Yelling, as tears stung your eyes, before turning your back on him and storming out of the cave.

“[F/n] wait!” Steph yelled, getting up to follow you with a limp. Cass and Babs joining her to stop you. Leaving Damian there with his brothers, father, and Alfred. “You really are an idiot” Jason said as Damian turned to him. “Jason” Bruce scolded.

“No, it’s about time someone tell him like it is. He crossed a line there. [F/n] was the best thing to ever happen to you and you just fucked it all up. Accusing us of flirting, [F/n] loved you dammit. Honestly.” Jason scolded, hating having seen you hurt. They all considered you a sister at this point.

“Jason’s right. Damian you were out of line.” Dick spoke next, staring at his little brother. Gaze less scrutinizing than Jason’s but it still wasn’t comforting. “[F/n] did nothing but care for you and put up with everything you’ve done. You need to apologize before you lose her for good.” Tim added, before exchanging a glance with Dick and Jason. They all stood up completely and headed out of the cave to see if you were still there.

Damian only looked at Bruce and Alfred who gave him disappointed looks before following the boys. Leaving him to reflect on his own actions. ‘What kind of idiot am I? I know they’re right, but why can’t I just get a grip? I shouldn’t have yelled at [F/n] like that, I love her and I told her I didn’t, what kind of boyfriend am I? She was just trying to help. I’m such an idiot, Todd was right.’ He thought before turning and running up to the Manor.

Finding everyone in the living room, all with somber expressions. “Is she gone?” he asked, regret eminent in his tone. Everyone in the room turned to him. “Yeah, and she cut ties to all of us. Saying that it just made leaving harder if she knew she’d be coming back for us and not you. Hope your happy.” Steph said, sending a glare at him. She had especially grown close to you.

Damian hung his head in shame, he didn’t mean for this to happen. But it did, and now you’re gone. For good. 

Surprise? [Damian Wayne Imagine] 2 of 2

part one :)

warnings- fighting, violence

[Y/F/N] is [Your Full Name]

When you woke up, you saw that your hands were tied to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Suddenly you remembered what had happened in the bathroom. The same woman that knocked you out strolled into the room, dressed in a black catsuit. She was no longer wearing the mask, and she was utterly gorgeous. Her hair was dark brown, down to her waist, and she had a beautiful dark golden complexion. You finally recognized her, she was Talia al Ghul, Damian’s mother. He never talked about her much, and you were never truly sure how he felt about her.

“Why did you kidnap me?” You spoke up in a weak voice.

Talia was startled by your voice but then groaned, “Do not take this personally, [Y/F/N], but you are a critical part of my father and I’s mission. I would prefer to not have to kill you, but I must do what is necessary.”

“And what is that mission exactly? I don’t see how me being tied to a hook will accomplish anything,” you said sarcastically.

She flashed you a glare, which you quickly saw was eerily similar to Damian’s, and spoke, “I will have my son, Damian, surrender to us. He will rejoin the League of Shadows, and become the prince once again. We need him now more than ever.”

You scoffed, “He will never do something so absurd.”

“Well that depends. Just how much does he love you?” —————————————-

After sitting through a lecture from Bruce, Damian decided to check in on your bath and make sure you were alright. He really meant you no harm, he just got nervous about the thought of being a father. 

“Beloved? Where are you?” He quickly realized you were gone and started to freak out. There was a black bandana on the floor, the same his mother used to wear in training. Damian ran down to the cave, darting down the steps to his uniform. Jason was leaning against the giant penny talking to Tim as Damian rushed past. Bruce was sitting at the batcomputer researching the most expensive cribs and Dick was telling Barbara the big news on his phone.

“How’s the baby daddy doing?” Jason quipped.

“Not now, Todd. [Y/N] was taken by my mother,” Damian said frantically.

Bruce spun around in his chair, “How did she get into the house? I put in the best security system in the world. Are you positive that it was Talia?”

Damian handed Bruce the bandana, “See for yourself.”

Bruce immediately recognized the same bandana Talia used to wear when they would prowl the night together. His heart dropped when he realized she stooped so low that she’d kidnap their son’s girlfriend. 

“They are most definitely expecting you to turn yourself in, Damian. They took her hostage so you’d rejoin the league,” Tim added.

“If that is what I need to do, then I will do it. They took my pregnant girlfriend, I’ll do anything to protect her and my unborn child,” Damian stated.

“I have a plan,” Bruce announced.

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Talia had left the room, leaving you alone, hanging from the ceiling. The rope was tied tightly around your wrists, and it hurt like a bitch. You started to swing back and forth to force the rope off of the hook. After multiple attempts, you finally got the rope off of the hook and fell onto the floor. The building looked like a warehouse of some sort, with tall metal walls and a skylight. Footsteps started to echo through the building, and you grabbed the nearest weapon, which was a hammer. The footsteps came closer, and an extremely tall man wearing a long green cloak revealed himself from the shadows. Ra’s al Ghul. He smirked when he saw you with a hammer held out to him in a defensive position.

“You must be my grandson’s partner? Mmm?” He hummed.

“Y-Yes, I am. If you come any closer, I will kill you,” You stuttered.

“Well that has not stopped me before, now has it?” He taunted, “You sure are a brave one, Damian chose wisely.”

“Fuck off, asshole,” you threatened.

The words earned a sinister laughter from Ra’s. “You really are fearless aren’t you?” He circled around you, eyeing you up and down, “And very beautiful.”

All of a sudden, Ra’s charged at you and grabbed the hammer from your hands, throwing it across the dim room. He then threw you to the floor, and took his ancient sword from his scabbard. Ra’s sauntered towards you, readying the sword above your chest. Before he impaled you, you shouted,

“I’M PREGNANT!”

Ra’s immediately dropped the sword next to you as soon as you spoke. He observed you closely, “Should I believe that? Is it Damian’s?”

Before you could answer, Damian crashed through the skylight. When he saw Ra’s towering over you, as you sat helplessly on the floor, he became enraged. He stormed towards Ra’s at full speed, and attacked him. The two were in the midst of a fight when Talia ran into the room with henchmen. When she saw the men fighting, she thought fast and ran towards you and grabbed you. She took a knife out of her belt and held it against your throat.

“Stop fighting or I will slice her throat!” Talia yelled.

Damian immediately stopped to respond, and Ra’s knocked him hardly in the back of the head, making him fall to the ground. That’s when Bruce, Jason, Dick, Tim, and Barbara all crashed through the skylights and started to take out the henchmen. Bruce ran towards Talia, and she dropped you to run away. Jason and Dick teamed up against Ra’s, and Tim worked with Barbara to take out the henchmen. 

You ran through the hysteria towards Damian, and held him in your arms. He was unconscious and bruised. You stroked Damian’s hair as everyone around you fought to protect you. 

After all of the henchmen were knocked out, Bruce locked Talia up in handcuffs, and Ra’s escaped from Dick and Jason. Damian slowly came back to consciousness.

“[Y/N]? A-Are you alright? Did they harm you?” Damian spoke weakly.

“I’m alright, Damian. The baby will be alright,” You said softly. 

He smiled and stroked your cheek. “I love you so much my zahrat jamila.”

You couldn’t speak Arabic, but the words sounded gorgeous. The stars shined brightly through the broken skylights. They reflected off of the shards of glass all over the floor, making a beautiful galaxy between the earth and sky.

“I want you to always remember that I will love you and our child unconditionally, beloved. I will never let anyone hurt you. I will protect you until the day I die,” Damian whispered.

You smiled and gave him a soft kiss. “Thank you for saving me. I love you more than anything, Damian.”

Damian seemed to be regaining his strength and pulled you into a passionate kiss. The kiss quickly became intense and you both began to make out on the floor. 

“Don’t be silly, wrap your willy!” Jason shouted from across the room. 

A/N-  “ zahrat jamila” means beautiful flower in arabic….at least thats what google translate told me haha

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Surprise? [Damian Wayne Imagine] 1 of 2

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“I’ve gathered you all here tonight for an announcement,” you declared nervously.

All of the batfamily sat around the dining room table, listening intently as you stood behind Damian. Damian was just as clueless as the rest of the guys, but you were unsure of how to announce the news to him, so you figured you might as well tell everyone at once. You were scared of how Damian might react to the news, even though you two have been in love since you were kids. 

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out quickly, before you changed your mind, “Surprise?”

Everyone around the table sat in complete silence, and Damians mouth was gaping open. He quickly turned in his seat to look up at you, then quickly back at the rest of the family.

“Wait..are you serious? You are actually pregnant? Is this a prank?” Damian questioned you as he got out of his seat. 

Jason started snickering quietly, Bruce stayed deadpan, and Tim stared with his eyes wide open. 

“How many months along are you, [Y/N]?” Dick asked kindly.

“It’s been 3 months…I was afraid to tell you all, I didn’t know how you’d react…,” You said pitifully. 

Finally, Bruce spoke up, “We will always support you, [Y/N], we will treat this baby as our own,” he said reassuringly. Dick nodded his head to Bruce’s words and Tim continued to stare.

“Didn’t you ever learn to cover your stump before you hump?” Jason said through his laughter. 

This earned a chuckle from Tim and a glare from Bruce. Damian grabbed your wrist, dragged you out of the dining room, and up the stairs of the manor. 

“Are you out of your mind? Getting pregnant with everything that is going on with the League of Shadows? They are out to kill me, [Y/N], and you decided to get yourself pregnant?” Damian said hastily. 

“Excuse me? Get myself pregnant? It takes two to tango, you ass! It’s not my fault that I’m pregnant! Blame Trojan!” You hit his shoulder, which of course didn’t hurt him. 

“We’re too young to have a child [Y/N]! You’ll be in danger for your entire pregnancy, Ra’s is out for me, and I don’t know how to protect you,” Damian said anxiously.

“I’m not getting rid of this child Damian. This reaction is what I was so scared of,” you started to cry.

“I’ll always respect whatever choice you want to make, beloved,” Damian took you into his arms, “Please don’t cry,” he whispered softly as he stroked your hair, “We’ll get through this, we get through everything together.”

You two had been together since you were both 15, and it’s been 7 years since. Both of you were faithful to eachother, no matter what happened. And now you stood in the hallway, crying into his shoulder, unsure of what the future held. 

“Why don’t i draw you a bath? Hmm? How does that sound?” Damian said quietly. You nodded your head as he wiped a tear away. Damian smiled and turned to go to the bathroom to start the water. You decided to go downstairs and have some tea. 

When you walked into the kitchen, Alfred was already making tea on the stove. He looked up at you and immediately grinned, “How are you, Miss [Y/L/N]? Could I offer you some tea?”  

You nodded your head and sat on the barstool as Alfred got you a mug. He poured the tea, which made small ghostly looking steam rise to the ceiling. 

“Here you go, Miss,” he handed the tea to you,”I know how nervous you were earlier, telling the boys about your pregnancy. I just want you to know that this child will be loved and protected by everyone in this manor. I’ve raised every person in that dining room,” He motioned his head towards the other room, “I can advocate that none of those boys will let you or the baby get harmed in any way.”

His supporting words made your eyes teary all over again, “Thank you Alfred,” You smiled kindly as you took his hand into your own, “For everything.”

Damian stuck his head into the archway of the kitchen and spoke up, “[Y/n]? Your bath is ready.”

You took a last sip from your tea, got up, and followed Damian to the upstairs hallway. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and left you to your bath. You opened the bathroom door and stepped in, the window was open with breeze blowing in, which felt delightful. After you closed the door, a tall woman with a black bandana covering her lower face grabbed you. 

She covered your mouth and whispered quietly in your ear, “Do not try to scream, I will not hesitate to end your life right here in this bathroom.”

The woman had a thick familiar accent, the same as Damian’s. As you struggled to get out of her grip, she pushed a spot on your neck, knocking you out.

part 2 :)

Damian Wayne when his Future child comes to the Present

A/N: This is Older!Damian. Let’s just pretend that Damian is still going to be Robin when he’s older

Dick Grayson Ver. | Jason Todd Ver. | Tim Drake Ver. | Bruce Wayne Ver.

Conner Kent Ver. | Wally West Ver. | Artemis Crock Ver. | Roy Harper Ver.

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viii. a little death

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The black of his suit bleeds seamlessly into the surrounding darkness, making him appear more phantom than man.

He looks like a living nightmare.

Damian lifts his head just in time to see Batman towering over you, his cape billowing ominously in the night breeze. A cold chill runs down Damian's spine as dread settles heavy in his chest. Of all people, his father was the last person he wanted to find him here like this—vulnerable, exposed, and with you.

Reacting on pure instinct, Damian scrambles to his feet, positioning himself firmly between you and the Dark Knight.

"Father." Damian’s voice is low but steady, though the weight of what’s happening lingers in every syllable. His mind races, knowing that Batman doesn’t recognize you in your vigilante form and likely believes he's cheating on you.

To Batman, this looks like betrayal.

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Crushing on the New Student

Anon: A very confused Damian when his heart skips a beat when he is around his crush. Words: 985

          God knows you’re not the best student at Gotham Academy because just being any good would mean you come from a privileged family. You’re just below average, just like everybody else who’s on a scholarship, the project student of a family willing to throw some cash around in the name of charity.

          The Dawsons were no different. You’re grateful but humility wasn’t going to be an obstacle that will stop you from thriving to be above the average margin, even by just a point. 

          That’s why you’re already on the academy grounds an hour before homeroom so you can start showing up those snobby elite students on your first day. But you stand still under the classroom’s doorway because somebody else is already inside, their head laying down on the desk and sitting in your assigned seat.

          You tighten your grip on your bag because today is going to be the day Y/N makes her mark, even if it means starting with claiming what’s yours in an hour’s time.

          You walk toward the front of the desk and stand directly above the sleeping boy’s head. You suddenly slow down your thoughts as you watch the gentle rise and fall of the boy’s shoulders. You turn to the side and see the sunkissed skin around tightening facial muscles as if he’s having a sudden nightmare. His eyebrows furrow and a small strip of black hair slide down his forehead, the ends tickling the tops of his closed eyes. You see his lips twitch and you couldn’t stop yourself from tucking back the stray hair.

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Don’t Feel

Anon: Please could you do a Damian Wayne one in your beautiful writing about when you die? I’m feeling very angsty atm!!! Xxxxxxx Genre: Drama and angst (mention of blood) Words: 631

           "Y/N!“

           Damian kicks the assailant that looms over you. His mid-air roundhouse kick was enough to send the attacker against the wall, making his knife clutter away to the far end of the warehouse.

           You watch Damian’s yellow cape come down and flutter towards your side. His hands desperately press down on your stab wound. You hear him yell out orders to Nightwing, Oracle, and even the Red Hood. He’s screaming that you need help. But it’s too late.  

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Shoulds and Coulds

SSA AU ✧ Damian Wayne ✧ Timer

Notes: This is my favorite trope hybrid. Does a lot of emotional damage. I also wanted to move away from Y/N-centric narrative and try the soulmate’s POV.

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          When you live in a world full of superheroes, there are worst things than meta human villains, invading aliens, and psychotic clowns. One of them is having a soulmate.

          Some say it’s better because your other half is easier to find, but they’re not the one who has a hero or a villain for a soulmate. You do

     Damian Wayne was raised to believe in destiny. That it’s his fate to one day lead the League of Assassins and continue to change the world for the better. Talia would talk of his future feats while massaging the glowing numbers on his arm. As a young boy, he’s noticed how his mother would always avoid looking at his timer.

     But destiny proved to have its own plans when Slade attacked the League and murdered his grandfather in front of him. His mother safely stole him away and brought him to his father. When she whispered her bittersweet goodbye, she kissed his timer for a long time. And it was the last time he ever saw her.

     His father and Alfred dedicated a grave to Talia in the family cemetery, a few meters away from Bruce’s own parents. There was no body beneath the ground but Damian had no trouble shedding tears on the gravestone etched with her name.

     Damian Wayne was then raised in a family where his choices decided his fate and those around him. Every split decision in a fight could lead to injury or death. Every word uttered turned arguments into thirst for blood. There’s no way of knowing what will happen until it does.

     Every action he makes, consequences follow. Nothing is given freely and nothing is asked of him. Suddenly, he no longer has a clear destiny.

     But when he looks at the changing numbers on his arm, the inevitable countdown that comforts his loneliness, he’s still sure of one thing. No matter what happens, what turns he takes, or mistakes he makes, he has you.

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The Wayne Welcoming

The Family Meet and Greet

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"No sign of activity. Just monitoring. Slow night."

"Figured," Nightwing's voice spoke up. "There is a storm."

“Ishth Gotham,” Jason's voice chimed in, muffled as if he was chewing something. “When isn’t there a storm?”

"Are you eating right now?" Tim's voice squeaked with disbelief, the sound sharp and incredulous over the comms. "Again? Really?"

"Yeah?" Jason retorted, taking another bite of whatever he was munching on. "A guy's gotta eat. Maybe if you actually ate more, you wouldn’t be so scrawny, Timberland."

"I'm fit!" Tim snapped back, voice cracking. "And can you please stop using my name? We have codenames for a reason."

"You're the genius who called yourself 'Drake'."

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I WAS SO INVESTED ON THE REVELATION AMD DAMIAN’S REACTION WHEN HE FOUDN OUT

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"Oh my god, stop! I do not want to see my own fucking thirst trap!" you groaned, quickly pausing the video. You looked away, face burning and eyes glaring into the graffiti on the wall across you.

Morgan, still laughing, seemed undeterred. She scrolled through the comments, her grin cut wide across the apples of her cheeks. 

“You’ve got to hear these,” she said, reading aloud with a laugh.

not a weapon but a person—capable of loving and being loved.

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A heavy thud. Ragged breaths. Then the sound of footsteps.

The same hands that had ruthlessly beat your kidnappers to a pulp—the ones that had pulverized flesh with blood splattered across his knuckles, the ones that had heard the crack of bones beneath his grip, the ones that bore the scars of countless cuts and stabs—now traced your cheek with a featherlight touch.

"Beloved."

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