#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.

“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.”

'The sun compliments him so well,' you think to yourself.

You're left in your little world, chin placed on the palm of your hand as it propped up against the table. He had a small desk in his room that was supposed to be used for studying, but he never used it unless you needed help with a subject. That's why you're with him in the library of his home. He is supposed to be helping you study for an upcoming history test, but his good looks have been nothing but distracting. With the way his skin glows so beautifully under the sunlight that shines through his bedroom window and the way his green eyes shine a diffrent green color when the bright light hits them. You get a good look everytime he turns to look your way.

“Are you listening?” His voice is soft, and he doesn’t dare take his eyes off the book you’re supposed to be using. He doesn’t know why the sudden question slips past his lips when he already knows the answer.

“No” you answer honestly watching the way his eyes close and the annoyed noise that comes from his mouth.

“Beloved…” it’s said almost like a warning. You let out a sigh.

“I know….but I can’t help it, Y'know?” Your head is tilted downward to get a good look from under the stands of hair that has fallen over his face You huff, arm reaching out to push back the strands of his black hair out of his face. "You're so beautiful I'm jealous"

"don't say such nonsense," he scoffs, eyes staring into yours-ones filled with nothing but love and adoration. He brings his hand up to yours "out of the both of us beloved.....I believe you are the most beautiful"

Damian kisses the palm of your hand, the sudden action makes your skin go warm.

"Please." now it's your turn to scoff as you roll your eyes "You're only saying that because you're my boyfriend"

"I'm telling you because you need to hear it. I truly adore your beauty"

You shake your head as you pull your hand from his grip and shove his shoulder playfully. "Don't try to flatter me now. This conversation was supposed to be about you!" you laugh. "seriously, the gods have blessed you with good looks!"

"Well, if my looks are a distraction, maybe we should find you a new tutor. Maybe Drake can help you?" he makes a suggestion to which you quickly decline.

"Please, not him. That poor man is so sleep-deprived he forgets what subject he's supposed to be helping me. Last time, he was explaining the difference between Northern and Italian Renaissance when I needed help with math:"

Damian lets out a sigh. "well then pay attantion and stop staring at my face. Last option is putting a bag over my head and I doubt you dont want that to happen, Do you beloved?"

"No...."

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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Robin vs Vodka Damian Wayne x Reader

Words: 1k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“damian wayne x reader w/29?” (29. dumbass are you drunk???)

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Underage drinking is not it chief don’t do it unless you’re a vigilante. Or dating one…

“Jason fucking Todd why is Damian drunk off his ass?” Dick glared at a sheepish Jason as the teen stumbled around the kitchen begging for his beloved. “I thought he needed the vodka for cooking or some shit, how am I supposed to know he’s gonna drink it?” Jason rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but laugh as a shitfaced Damian began facetiming his girlfriend. 

“Beloved there’s an emergency at the manor I need you” Damian yelled into his phone before hanging up with a grin. “DAMI NO” Dick scrambled for Damian’s phone while Jason snuck off into the BatCave. 

You sprinted into the manor trying to hold back tears, Damian sounded hurt on the phone, his voice was strained and sad, you knew he needed you for the emergency. Bursting into the manor you locked eyes with Damian who stumbled towards you, wrapping you in his sloppy embrace. His breath stank of alcohol as Dick stared at you. Peeling Damian off you only for him to try to bring you into a kiss you dodged and stared at him. “Dumbass are you drunk?” you asked him looked at Dick who was now staring at the floor. “So we don’t know why but Dami asked Todd for vodka and because he’s Jason he just gave it to him and we can’t find the bottle but clearly he drank a lot and he had his phone and he called you before I could stop him but now that you’re here he’s all yours, I mean he’s been pining for you the whole time apparently.” Dick rambled on before wishing you good luck and practically running out of the manor. 

“Oh god Damian really?” you tried to prop Damian up as he clung to you. “My dearest beloved lets go to the bedroom I wish to hold you” Damian kept trying to connect his lips to yours but the most he was getting was a peck, you did not want to encourage him. Cursing Damian for being significantly taller and heavier than you as you dragged him towards his bedroom while he tried to pepper your face with kisses. “Dami I love the love but can you please help me get you into your room?” you pleaded. 

After a struggle he was on his bed, face down on his pillow. You went back down to grab Dami water and medication for when he woke up. Thankful your parents were out of town for the weekend you decided it would be best to stay the night and make sure Damian didn’t die in his sleep. What you saw when you entered his room made you drop the glass of water straight into the carpet.

Damian had stripped himself down, leaving almost nothing to the imagination, and sat propped up with one arm on his bed. Clearly trying to give you a sultry smile he just looked like a sleepy four year old trying to smile. “Ah beloved I’ve been waiting for you” he slurred in what can only be described as a faux bat-voice. Knowing you now had blackmail for life you suppressed laughter trying to escape his hands as he reached for you, attempting to drag you into his arms.

“Come along beautiful I know you enjoy this, I can see your eyes roaming” he clicked his tongue at you. It was difficult ignoring how ripped he was, you’re eyes constantly got lost watching his muscles ripple as he reached for you. Realizing that even absolutely smashed Damian would still simp for you, you went for the fake cry. “Dami I’m so sad I just want you to hold me tonight is that okay?” your fake cry was weak, but Damian was weaker. Worry clouded his eyes, quickly forgetting any activities he had planned for the night. “Habibi I never want anything more than to hold you, come” he slipped under his sheets and invited you in. Quickly putting on the t-shirt he’d thrown off you joined him in bed. 

Drunk or not, Damian held you like you could break in his arms. For about 30 seconds he traced lazy circles on your back before he passed out. Once you knew he was out cold you went back to grab him more water. Slipping back into bed you drank in how adorable he looked, lightly snoring as he twitched in his sleep. You fell asleep watching his chest rise and fall, trying not to worry about the next morning. 

“Damian oh my god are you dead?” it had been 10 hours since you fell asleep, you figured it was the longest Damian had ever slept. Trying to lightly shake him to make sure he was breathing you heard a groan and sighed knowing he was in fact, alive. He slowly rolled over, eyes squeezed shut in visible pain. Offering him the water and medication you ran your fingers through his hair trying to comfort him. After swallowing the medication he grabbed your hips and dragged you into his embrace. “Sleep now or pet me” he mumbled as he held you to him. With a smile you laid with him for a couple hours longer until he eventually got up.

After he’d changed and thrown up a little bit he was almost entirely back to normal. Sitting with Damian as he sketched you brought up the question bugging you all night. “Dami can we talk?” he looked up at you nodding. “Well you’ve never drank before and all of a sudden last night you were shitfaced” you giggled remembering last nights events but shook that off and looked expectantly at Damian who was flushed with embarrassment. “Habibi I’ll tell you but you must swear you won’t tell a soul” ready to learn the terrifying reason that drove your boyfriend to alcohol you nodded. 

“I thought I was stronger than alcohol” he looked at you sincerely and you doubled over laughing. Only Damian Wayne takes on literal vodka as an adversary. “I’ve gotta be honest Dames, you lost” you snorted, almost reduced to tears imagining your boyfriend glaring at a bottle of Tito’s. Sheepishly he nodded, and you couldn’t stop laughing even as Dami glared at you. “One more babe, one more joke then I’ll be done,” reluctantly he nodded, knowing nothing was going to stop you. 

“Robin’s greatest foe, fermented grains”

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.

I’d Fight Superman Just to Hold Your Hand (2/2)

~Older!Damian Wayne/Kent!Reader~

Summary: Bruce finds out about the date. Of course, teasing of the World’s Greatest Detective ensues.

Part One / Part Two (You’re Here)

I had posted this second part on AO3 back in February and felt too lazy to post it here on Tumblr. Now that I’ve graduated college, I have free time again and am remembering to post this! Enjoy.

Batman was in the middle of sharing a debriefing with the rest of the Justice League members on the Watchtower. Seeing as he’s Batman, he picked up on Superman’s impatience while he talked. He decided on ignoring it but after ten minutes of constant glances at the clock and thumb-twiddling, Bruce couldn’t take it anymore.

Batman turned to the Kryptonian, calling him out mid-sentence with a hint of irritation in his voice. “Clark. Is there somewhere else you need to be right now?”

“Sorry. I’m just on edge because (Y/N) is on her first date,” he paused and squinted at the Bat before finishing, “With your son.”

Bruce’s eyes widened from surprise beneath his cowl. He recalled Damian requesting not to patrol tonight and saying something about going to Metropolis. Any time something related to dating came up in the Manor, Damian would usually roll his eyes or scowl. Bruce had just assumed he was doing something with Jon. World’s Greatest Detective, everybody.

“What?” he asked with a deadpan expression, his tone flat – maybe a little disbelieving. It was more of a rhetorical question than a genuine query.

Flash spoke up before anyone else could. “Woah, hold on a minute. Robin is dating (Y/N)?”

“You two could end up becoming in-laws,” Hal chimed in with an amused grin. Batman let out his usual annoyed grunt as he narrowed his eyes at him. Superman also gave his own glare. “Too soon?”

A moment passed and Clark turned back to Bruce with a surprised expression. “You really had no idea?” When there was no response, he continued. “Damian approached me a week and a half ago, asking for permission to take her on a date.”

“Kid’s got moves,” Flash mumbled to himself.

Bruce ignored Barry’s comment. “I see…”

Having returned to the Batcave from the League meeting, Bruce sat in front of the Batcomputer. He was doing some research and typing out case notes, but those weren’t the only things on his mind. His conversation with Clark has been replaying ever since he left the Watchtower.

Drawing him from his thoughts, Alfred entered the cave and came walking over with a tray in his hands. “Would you care for some refreshments, sir?”

“No. Thank you, Alfred.”

“Say, Alfred…” Bruce suddenly said after a pause – stopping Alfred from walking away – and sat back to stare at the computer screen for a brief moment before turning to the butler. “Did you know that Damian and (Y/N) were going on a date tonight?”

“Of course, sir. You didn’t?” he replied, surprise lacing his words and evident on his face.

“I–,” Bruce sighed then shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No…”

“Perhaps you should spend more time with Master Damian as his father and less time as the Batman.” Alfred began walking away again without receiving a response to his suggestion.

Lois was still awake doing some late-night work on the couch when Clark got home from the meeting. He plopped down next to her and let his head slump over onto her shoulder. She took one glance at her husband and shut her laptop, sitting it on the cushion next to her.

“What are you so mopey for? You have to face the fact that our daughter has grown up.” Clark let out a grumbled denial.

“But why did it have to be Damian?”

Rolling her eyes, Lois tried to cheer him up. “Look at it this way – we don’t have to worry about telling anyone else about the ‘Super’ secret. Oh, and she was in the door exactly at ten.”

There was a brief silence and then Clark mumbled, “He always has been very punctual.” He let out a heavy sigh. “It feels like it was just yesterday when she walked through the door for the first time.”

“Now she’s graduated high school and starting college in the fall. It makes me feel old,” Lois responded. Clark nodded in agreement.

The two of them remained on the couch in silence. Sometimes light conversation would break up the quiet, but it wasn’t necessary for them to talk. They just enjoyed sitting with each other for a bit longer before going to bed.

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I’d Fight Superman Just to Hold Your Hand (1/2)

~Older!Damian Wayne/Kent!Reader~

Summary: Jonathan Kent is your brother. Damian Wayne is your brother’s best friend. Damian Wayne is also the guy you’re totally crushing on and you have no idea how he feels. Inspired by the song One Step Closer by Shane Harper.

Part One (You’re Here) / Part Two

Sitting on the floor with your back against the couch, you were studying for your last test of the semester. It would be the last one you take as a high school student. Flipping to the last page of the review packet, someone rapped against the front door. You put your pencil down and got up from your spot to answer the door.

“Hey, Damian,” you greeted, surprise evident in your voice. “Jon’s not here–”

“Actually, I came to speak to you.”

Everything about him oozed confidence – especially his stance, tone of voice, and straightforwardness. It was one of the things you liked about him. Over the past two years, you’ve become more aware of your growing feelings for the youngest Wayne. Although, you didn’t dare say anything. To anyone. Not to your friends and most definitely not your family or Damian.

At first, you chalked it up to some silly crush because he was a hero – a vigilante, he would probably correct. The more you saw of him, though, the deeper you found yourself. You wanted to stop yourself. He was your brother’s best friend. You also didn’t know how your dad would react to you liking a boy – let alone one of the Bats.

“Oh… It must be really important for you to come all the way to Metropolis instead of calling,” you commented, opening the door wider and moving aside for him to step through. “Come on in.”

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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

part 1 :)

Surprise? [Damian Wayne Imagine] 1 of 2

warnings-none

“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 :)

For as long as Damian Wayne can remember, he has lived with the intrigue of the phrase written on his right arm: "Green-eyed moron. You're an pendejo.". He knew what that mark meant, like everyone else in his world: it was the first phrase his soulmate would say to him. What he didn't understand was why, in a universe where soulmates meet with words of love or admiration, his was so insulting, aside from the fact that it had a Mexican word so he assumed his soulmate had Latin ancestry, it wasn't like it bothered him if that was the case. There was no context to help him understand the reason for that sentence, and, with his serious and analytical nature, he had questioned it more times than he was willing to admit.

Over the years, Damian became an expert at dodging that thought. Fighting crime in Gotham, following in the footsteps of the League of Assassins and being trained by the best didn't leave him much time to think about that future connection. But, like everyone who carried the mark, she knew that when she heard it, her life would change forever. An invisible bond, deep and strong, would be created with that person.

On the other hand, Reader had her own mark on her left arm for as long as she could remember: "Watch where you're going, garden gnome.". She couldn't help but laugh every time she read it. A "garden gnome"? Who the hell would say something like that when meeting their soulmate? Sometimes, she joked with her friends about how ridiculous her first interaction with her soulmate would be, but deep down there was always a part of her that wondered when it would happen. The idea that a simple phrase could unite two lives was both exciting and terrifying. And even though she wouldn't admit it, it also generated a certain amount of expectation.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was a normal day in Gotham, which meant chaos was the norm. Reader had gone out to run some errands around the city. As she walked, absorbed in her own thoughts, she didn't notice someone coming straight in her direction at a fast pace, dodging the crowd as if it was part of their daily routine. Suddenly, the crash was inevitable.

“Watch where you're going, garden gnome! ”a male voice growled, deeply irritated.

Reader stopped dead in her tracks. Her head whipped around to the source of the voice, her eyes meeting those of the boy who had just spoken to her. Green eyes. Intense, piercing, and clearly annoyed. But that wasn't what stunned her. No, what paralyzed her was the phrase she had just heard. The phrase. That absurd phrase that she had written on her arm since she was a child. Her heart raced, and a feeling of electricity ran through her body, as if something inside her had clicked. There was no doubt: this guy was her soulmate.

But, instead of reacting with surprise or softness, the only thing that came out of her mouth was: “Green-eyed asshole. You're an pendejo.”

Damian stared at her, his features hardening for a split second before his brain processed what he had just heard. That sentence. His sentence. His damn sentence. The one he had seen on his arm his entire life. And there it was, spoken by this stranger, whose voice rang in his ears like a bell he couldn't ignore. He felt the same click, that connection he had heard so much, but had never really believed. An invisible force tied him to her at that very moment.

They both stood there, staring at each other in silence, as if the world around them had disappeared. The words were the indication that they were soulmates, but the bond they felt was deeper, a connection that seemed to have been waiting a lifetime to activate.

Finally, Damian was the first to break the silence, although his tone was still somewhat harsh. “You’re not very nice to your soulmate, are you?”

Reader laughed, a mix of disbelief and relief. “You didn’t start off with the best of phrases either, ‘garden gnome.’”

They both relaxed slightly at the strange situation they found themselves in. It was surreal, and yet so natural. There was something about each other’s presence that fit, as if, despite the bad start, the universe had put everything in its place.

Damian, still a little bewildered, couldn't help but look at her more closely. Despite the accident of the encounter, there was something about her that attracted him in a way unlike anything he had ever experienced before. His always logical and calculating mind was now challenged by the emotional connection he couldn't ignore.

“I suppose this means that... ”Reader began, not quite knowing how to continue.

“That we are soulmates ”Damian finished, nodding slightly.

She looked at him for a moment, still processing the reality of the situation. “I never imagined I would meet my soulmate this way.”

Damian let out a sigh, letting his guard down for a moment. “Neither did I. I thought... it would be different. ”He paused for a second, and then a small sarcastic smile appeared on his face. “Though, to be fair, the sentence made it clear.”

Reader laughed again, and although Damian was not someone who usually showed emotions so openly, he felt that, somehow, he had found a part of himself in her. A part that he didn't know he was missing.

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<The rest of your journey home was a blur, all you know is that you will not be going school tomorrow. Even if that means lying to your parents.>

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Sadly you were too much of a pussy to do so…plus you had art today. 

You managed to escape the grasp of your little sister,how could such a little person be such a deep sleeper?

 You picked up the uniform that was scattered on the floor, digging up the obnoxious-coloured tie from under a pile of sweaters. There was no way you were going to make it through the school day, but for some reason you just could not be bothered to try lying. And you lied a lot.

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I mean it was Gotham, you were bound to see hear someone get shot. Especially since it was almost dark out.

 The weather was colder than usual, as you passed the same alleyway as last night you noticed the yellow and black tape through the corner of your eye. It surprised you, I mean you half-expected to pass by a dead body. But no, instead it looked like whoever got shot was important…

Why would someone important be in this part of Gotham? Your mind was full of thoughts throughout the drive, why couldn't your mind ever be empty? Once you reached the school halls it began. The weird tightening feeling in your stomach, the way your bag seemed to get a lot heavier, the way your throat felt dry. It happened every time you were alone here. Where the hell were your friends? Friends.

… Did they even like you? Were you being too clingy lately? Were your constant hugs and need for hand-holding too much for them? Were you too much for the-…

“Where ya been girlie?” You hear a familiar voice say as you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. A few other smiling faces not too far behind,what if…they were fake smiles? What if they were just being nice… And what if your mind just shut the fuck up? . . . Everything seems to happen too quickly. Break and lunch seemed too short, and you barely spoke a word. Of course they were worried, you had barely smiled at all this whole week and now you were practically going mute. Everything was so tiring, the intimidating circles underneath your eyes proved it, but even when things got this bad you managed to smile through it. Now?

Now it was already the last period, Art. You loved Art. The beautifully coloured walls, the papers you organised just yesterday…yesterday. And Miss Williams You loved Miss Williams, she was genuinely a funny and caring person. You definitely didn’t see her as a mother figure. Definitely not obsessed with her, no.

Not at all. As soon as your friends hurried over to their lessons you feel a wave of annoyance wash over you. One thing you didn’t like about Art class is that you had to sit next to him. Damian Wayne. It also made you feel a bit guilty as to why, for no reason at all, you did not like that rich boy. Maybe it was jealousy? Yeah that’s probably it. “...why don’t you take a seat.” Miss Williams' voice once again had stopped you from staring. God you have such a bad staring problem don’t you? It was worse since he was also staring at you…well more like glaring. Maybe he doesn’t like you either, what a comforting thought. 

If there was one word you’d use to describe him is unbothered. Or maybe he was just stuck up and arrogant…or maybe that was just your general view of any rich boy. Especially the rich boy.

…

Shit. You were staring again weren’t you? It was obvious since he was looking back with a guarded expression. Your head snapped to your pretty much empty paper, you were supposed to be doing a sketch that represented how you felt. How did you feel? Bored? Sad? Your paper was empty, nothing but eraser shavings and pencil smudges. Empty…

“So like I’ve been saying…” Say? Speaking? Oh. Right, where were you?

Your amazing, lovely, sweet teacher (okay maybe you were a little bit obsessed) was talking about an art project. An art project you already knew about a month prior due to being a part of the art club. So you were very prepared for the words. 

“It has to be with the person you're sitting next to.” Words that would’ve sent you into a spiral if you hadn’t known already. You turn around to a brunette boy in the corner making an exaggerated sad face as he mouthed something you couldn’t make out. His antics made you laugh, usually, but right now even smiling was too hard.

God, you were disappointing weren’t you? A melody of complaints and groans fill up the room, even the boy next to you sighed. Ouch. But fair enough, it was clear you two did not have a liking towards one another. He was also one of the few other student from the Art club that knew of the project, so yeah the reaction kinda hurt. AND he rolled his eyes? Yeah. Definitely against this guy. With a scowl on your face, you turn back to your paper. Still empty. You don’t know how long you stare at it for since the bell had just rang and everyone was hurrying out. UnFortunatley for you, due to not completing the work you needed to stay behind for a bit.

The clothes on your back felt heavier than needed when you heard your name being called out. 

You would like to be one of those students that don’t care what their teachers say but you simply could not be.

 It’s too expensive of an attitude, one that went way past your budget. Lets hope that the tears don’t start to pour,  because being shouted at by her?  Pretty sure your heart would fail. It’d be even worse since Damian was here…well more like he was lingering out the door. 

His footsteps were always so quiet, like a ninja or something.

“You there?” 

…were you? 

You nod. “You know your paper’s empty right sweetheart?” her southern accent obvious in her words. You nod. “I could get you in trouble y’know that?” Your nails dig into your palm before your answer. Nod. A small silence followed before her expression softened and she sighed. “Get some rest, lovely. I’ll see ya next week?” That’s the thing, were you going to make it to next week? Your nails pressed harder into your flesh and you managed to open your mouth and make out one word. “Yeah…” and you hope your voice didn’t crack because all you could do at the moment was turn around and walk out. 

The mask you so desperately needed to stay was cracking by the second. It was so hard to speak -when she was being so nice- at all. To you it was clear that she was frustrated, you didn’t want to disappoint her. Please no. God no.

You were pathetic. Hopefully he couldn’t tell.

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. Friday  3:09pm (third person)

. Damian stood there, hands in pockets as he looked at the girl. Something was obviously wrong, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. 

But this was also the same girl that would leave the room he was in, stare and give him weird looks. 

So to put it simply, he didn’t really care nor bothered to ask. His presence had always been so daunting to her, ever since he first joined. There was always something that put her off. The awkward tension had washed away any sentimental emotion she was feeling. There was a certain level of resentment she felt when looking at the difference in the uniforms. Even though they both wore the same school uniforms, he just looked more expensive, sleek and clean. His pants were probably tailored and not from fucking target. His shirt was made from a fabric that wasn’t see-through and it looked like he had a proper tie instead of a clip on one. It made her stomach twist and face burn with embarrassment. I mean the reason she wore  pants with the uniform instead of a skirt wasn’t just because of comfortability, it was because you’d have to buy a specific skirt that’d cost money. Money her parents didn’t have. So instead she opted for some simple black pants that she either thrifted or bought at target. She didn’t remember. Anyway, enough about the uniforms. She walked a few steps behind him, waving bye to her friends as she passed them in the hallway. .

. Friday  3:17 pm (second person)

. Your phone stared back at you, your mothers contact displayed. Damian was still just a few steps in front, waiting. A few minutes prior both of you decided to go to his place, there was no way he was stepping anywhere near yours. It was too dangerous of a place for a kid like him. And you were also pretty sure he’d get kidnapped, he was a Wayne afterall. But that meant calling your mother. The phone rang for a few seconds before you heard her tired voice. Tired.“Hi Mom…” you bit back the urge to call her mama as she responded with a low hum. “I have a school thing, do you think you can pick up the others?” You were already tense enough as is but the next few words made you want to throw up. “I’ll have your dad pick ‘em up sweetie. He’s back in Gotham.” … Maybe going to Wayne Manor isn’t such a bad idea. Before your mother could ask about this school thing you cut the call. Your arm fell limp at your side as you walked to where Damian was standing. 

Your heart beat ringed in your ears, she sounded so happy saying that. Snap. “…” Did this motherfucker just snap his fingers to get you attention? You looked towards his direction, only for him to be walking away. You followed him towards a car, a car that made you feel even smaller than you already did. This was going to be a long few weeks .

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At least you were away from home for a while.

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This was weird and awkward! So awkward. Neither of you liked each other, neither of you ever spoke to one another and now you were sitting in his dads fancy car. Could a car even be this size?

 As you felt the car stop and you could barely move. Sure you had seen Wayne manors in pictures, videos online and such-but to be this close? It looked surreal, to your. An extensive garden with multiple large animal-shaped bushes. Even from the car you can tell the level of detail and work that was put in building this timeless structure. You wish you could say it awed you but instead it just made you feel more insecure and dirty. It was even worse that Damian just got up and walked towards the entrance, no appreciation for such beautiful architecture. … Oh right. This was his home. A place he saw and lived in everyday..

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Each step you took you could feel the unease start to creep in, you held on to your bag tighter. Like it was going to help in this nerve-wracking situation.

The doors towered over you, the dark oak such a pretty contrast to the light stone. It ade your stomach twist as the inside revealed literal heaven. A large chandelier hung above what looked to be a…ballroom? It was a mix of modern and an old-money style, the bottom floor was very open. It felt empty and full at the same time, you squeezed the shoulder strap of your bag. You were right…you were out of place. It made you feel dirty and small. Damian just looked like he fit in? Now look at you, there was an obvious difference. And you hated it. Why did you have to do this? Why was the universe out to get you? The art project required you to get to know your partner. You were supposed to draw a portrait with the person your paired up with but it has to represent them, so, like, if your partner’s favourite colour was blue maybe you’d draw/paint the portrait using only blue. Get the gist? So obviously you were going to fail. .

.Friday 3:22 pm

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You sat at the stretched out table, something you thought only existed in movies and haunted mansions. And you were pretty sure a building that looked like how the Wayne manor did, it was going to be haunted. His sharp green eyes not moving from yours. Was this a staring contest? Cause you were pretty sure you were going to win if it was. “So…” You clear your throat, god you were going to throw up. “Do you like cookies?” Damian asked, his question throwing you off. “Uh…uhm…” Did you have to stutter in a moment like this? “Yeah?” “Okay.” He then called out for a man named ‘Pennyworth’, no way that was someone's name. As you looked up again an old lanky man appeared behind Damian, the same one that had driven the car. This was a very weird situation, asking someone to get cookies for you? An old person? Wasn’t that rude? Even if he was a servant…or do they call him a butler? .

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The cookies were awesome though, delicious, amazing-they were just really good. Now back to the nightmare of socialising. “Are…cookies your favourite?” You asked, spinning the pencil in your hand. He just shrugged. This was getting nowhere obviously but you might as well get your sketchbook out. The zipper was stuck for a second, adding to your embarrassment, before you opened your bag. .

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So far all you had was that he liked animals, and the colour black. This sucked. No more cookies you thought to yourself as you looked at the plate, a few beige crumbs left. It would be rude not to put it away right? Or would he just have ‘Pennyworth’ come collect it. “I can…I can put it away for you?” For some reason this caught him off guard. He narrowed his eyes and just shook his head “I will.” … Did you do something wrong? What was with his tone? Did he think you’d infect the plate or something? 

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You close your eyes, deep breaths. Just like yesterday…you could still remember the way your heart dropped and ear rang. The way the sound echoed through your ears, the sound of the body. Thump. Thump. It was so clear you could practically hear it in front of you- …you opened your eyes. It was a cat. .

.(guys this sucks so bad, I’m sorry i’m so lazy)

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Damian stood there, in the kitchen holding the plate with a blank but proud expression. “I think I did well.” “Yes Master Damian. Your hospitality skills are improving” Alfred answered, not any true emotion behind the words. .

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“His name is Alfred.” You nodded, the cat now sitting by your legs. You added animal lover to the list. But other than that this was going nowhere. All he knew about you was that you liked the colour green. . .(I’m sorry if you don’t like the colour green :( ) . Now this was the most embarrassing thing ever. Why would they try to drive you home? Were they trying to embarrass you? Trying to get their cars damaged?

 “No-it’s alright! Really, I can just take the bus” “Nonsense-” “No! It’s fine…I don’t wanna be a problem.” You didn’t like cutting the old man off but honestly? There was no way, these people wouldn’t survive anywhere near such an area… If only you knew.

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A/N: So fucking sorry this sucks. It’s kind of rushed and ugh. Schools sucked any whimsy out of me and I’m so de-motivated, I promise it will get better. Lore WILL be revealed I pinky promise. Just give me time I always try to keep Reader as ambiguous as possible, this is a F!reader fic but you can read no matter what gender! :D

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