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bomber-grl · 7 months

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A winter night with Damian Wayne

CW: reader is really lovey dovey and embarrassingly bold

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gosh you love him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh his laugh

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

“Hey Damian”

“What is it?”

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

To say he was hardly blushing would be a lie.

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

“Hey look at me”

“N-no get away!”

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

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

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

“No I’m not!”

“Yes you are”

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

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

You swear you hear him whisper something under his breath

“Huh? What’s you say?” You tease

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

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

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

“Really?” You ask just to make sure

“Yes!” He responds embarrassingly fast

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

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

It’s already 3:00 a.m

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

“Yea alright…just one more?” He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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lunasfics · 7 months

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You Remind Me of Lilies - Damian Wayne

Summary: "You remind me of lilies.” He paused, eyeing you with curiosity, “And why is that, beloved?” You smiled, “You just do, all different colors of lilies mean different things, and I can trace each one back to you. Every time.”

pairing: older! Damian Wayne x gn! Reader

word count: 611

warnings: none

a/n: saw a picture of lilies and got the idea to write this <3 my formal apology for the jason angst lol, i hope you like it! - luna <3

reblogs are appreciated!

The moment was a quiet one. The two of you were sitting on the grassy patch, the soft cloth from your earlier picnic providing comfort beneath you. Damian held your hand in his as he looked forward, eyeing the patches of lilies scattered across the meadow.

You looked at him, his brilliant green eyes glazed over with the soft peachy tint of the sunset ahead. The soft breeze swaying his hair ever so slightly, his smooth olive skin was kissed by the soft pink and orange hues of the fading sun. He turned to you, his gaze catching yours. His lips quirked up into a soft smile.

“Why are you staring at me?”

“You remind me of lilies.”

He paused, eyeing you with curiosity, “And why is that, beloved?”

You smiled, “You just do, all different colors of lilies mean different things, and I can trace each one back to you. Everytime.”

A soft shade of pink spreads over his ears and cheeks, he scoots closer to you, the hand that was holding yours letting go and snaking itself around your waist. You leaned into him, relishing the moment. The soft sounds of the grass rustling in the breeze, a blue hue slowly washing over you as the sun sets further. The temperature cooled slowly, the warmth of the sun dissipating, you brought yourself closer to Damian.

“Tell me about the lilies.” He spoke softly, you almost didn’t catch it. You smiled.

“Well, white lilies mean purity, tranquility, and humility. Red ones signify love and affection, pink symbolizes youth and joy, and orange ones represent happiness, love, and warmth.”

He spoke softly, “I don’t know that I’m any of those things.”

You turned to look at him, “Nonsense, you’re all those things and more.”

He met your gaze, smiling softly, the sun was gone by now. However looking into his sparkling green eyes, seeing the small crinkles at the corners from his soft gaze, they could’ve fooled you into thinking the sun was shining on just the two of you.

He leaned and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I don’t think I would be anywhere near where I am today if not for you. I love you.” He spoke softly. His voice is gentle, tender.

You were so proud of him. Truly. He'd graduated from the Robin title, taking on his own identity, he'd started attending Gotham University with you. He'd opened up, made friends, he'd come so far. And it was all him. As far as he has come, these kinds of soft gazes, tender words, and warm touches were the kind that he saved only for you. It made them all the more special.

“That's all the product of your effort, Dami, not me. I love you too.” You leaned your head back on his chest, his arm wrapped securely around you.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, a comfortable silence washing over you like a warm blanket of serenity. The bees have stopped buzzing, the sounds now replaced with the distant songs of the cicadas, and the soft sounds of the crickets.

Damian broke the silence, “I used to think you were too good for me. That I didn’t deserve you. This. Even now when I look at you it’s as though I am seeing the stars for the first time.”

You met his eyes, gazing into the now darkened shade of green, “You deserve everything good in this world.”

He held you closer, kissing you softly. He pulled away, speaking softly, “The sun is down, we should get going.”

You shook your head, “Let’s stay just a little bit longer. This is nice.”

He smiled and nodded, “As you wish, beloved.”

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 3 months

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Ask me about my sins (and I'll tell you about my love)

carry me slowly, my sunlight (these colours, they fade for you only) - series masterlist here

pairing: damian wayne x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.8k

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: the initial awkwardness of enemies to lovers who have JUST moved on to the lovers stage, there's a lil jealousy but it's smoothed over pretty easily

a/n: this is a bit of a longer one but whatever I hope y'all like it <3

The galas Bruce Wayne holds may have become a normal occurrence for Damian, but the thought of them and everything they entail still makes something uneasy stir in your gut. Damian assures you that it's fine - that it's understandable. He stares intently in the mirror, straightening his suit as he speaks soothing words.

"You haven't been in Gotham for very long," he says. "No one expects you to adjust to life here immediately… and no one will demand you do anything you're not comfortable with. Ever. If you never go to one of these galas, that's fine with me."

You stare at the pattern of the wood floor in Damian's room, your hands bunching the covers of his bed where you sit as he moves to stand in front of you. He doesn't touch you - he's not sure enough, yet. This newfound peace between the two of you is still so fragile and neither of you know exactly how to navigate it yet. It pains him, though - he often finds himself wishing he could reach out, wishing there was something he could do to bridge the gap between the two of you.

"You've adapted to life outside of the League very well," you say quietly, a sharpness coating your words. There's an accusation there somewhere, maybe born of jealousy, maybe born of fear. Damian doesn't take the bait, though - another indicator of the ways in which he's grown since coming here. Another moment that leaves a bitterness on your tongue.

"No," he responds simply. "It's just that the years I spent learning this new life, you were… still back there. You knew me in the League and you know me now. There was an in-between that you just didn't see."

You don't respond to his words, a swirling sort of panic rising in your chest at the reminder that there was so much of him that you missed, so much of his life that you were so far away for. Damian kneels in front of you, tilting his head to lock his eyes with yours, a gentle love shining in his irises that makes you wish you could run away - again.

"Please be here tonight when I get back?" he asks softly. "We can talk more about this then." You nod at his words and he reaches out slowly, taking your hand in his and pressing a series of delicate kisses to your knuckles. There are words neither of you can say yet, bridges neither of you are ready to cross, but he hopes - every day he hopes that you know how much he loves you. And every day you pray he can see how much you love him back.

Having spent his whole life circling you and watching you circle back, it's almost second nature for Damian, now, to check for you. No one else is aware of your presence, too focused on the press and the dresses and the endless champagne that comes with these events - not that any of them could find you if they tried, Damian thinks smugly. He knows, of course. He always knows. The flicker of a shadow seen through a window, a rustle on the balcony near him, the ever-present feeling of eyes on him.

Damian doesn't mind, he realizes. He takes no issue with your hawk-like gaze trained on him from a vantage point no one else can find. In a way, it makes him feel better. You're not here, in front of him, where he can keep you safe - but if you're around, then you must be okay. It soothes something in him - something new and foreign that pleads with him and demands he take care of you. It's an unfamiliar feeling, one that trips him up and knocks him off balance. He has a hard time placing the moment he stopped being possessive of you as his enemy and started becoming protective of you as his… well, he doesn't even really know yet.

He does mind when a girl his age bumps into him at the gala, a glass of something sparkling in her hand as she giggles and promises that it was an accident, her hand finding itself placed on his chest. And he minds even more when, amidst his attempts to escape the sudden intrusion on his train of thought he suddenly… can't find you or feel you anywhere. He removes the girl's hands quickly, excusing himself and slipping out, away from the noise and the politeness and the showiness of it all.

"You cut your party short," you say quietly, not turning to look at where Damian's climbed onto the roof of the Manor behind you, dress shirt ruffled and jacket unbuttoned. You don't need to turn to know he's there, silent as he is. You always know.

"It's not my party. I made my appearance," he shrugs, sitting down next to you and staring at you intently. You keep your gaze trained up, staring at the night sky as you sit stiffly, back straight and shoulders back.

"She means nothing to me," Damian says firmly when you remain silent. You tense at his words. "I don't even know who she was."

"...It's fine," you say stubbornly. Damian sighs. Silence covers the two of you, the weight of it bearing down on the uneasiness - the stubbornness and the frustration of you both. Damian shifts, finding himself unsure, once again. You had always been better at this than him - always been more sure of yourself when it came to mind games. He finds himself wishing suddenly that he had a sword in his hands - it was always easier to fight you like that.

"You're… jealous," he says slowly, like he's trying to figure out where you stand in the situation. You snap your head around to look at him and he winces internally. Wrong guess, he thinks.

"I'm not," you respond stubbornly and he thinks briefly that this isn't the tact he's used to seeing you use in verbal sparring matches. He's not sure if it soothes or stresses him that he seems to unarm you the same way you so effortlessly unarm him.

"We were apart for years, Damian," you continue quietly, looking away from him pointedly. "And… we were never actually together. And we were so young when you left the League. And…" you trail off, eyes shifting as you seemingly search for the right words.

"And…?" he prompts patiently. You sigh, slumping over ever so slightly, cracking your perfect posture for just a moment. Damian wonders if anyone else has ever seen you like this or if he's an exception - then kicks himself mentally for focusing on something like that right now.

"You came to Gotham for a second chance - a new life. I don't expect that you sat here waiting for me… I don't expect that there was never anyone else," you finish glumly, still pointedly looking anywhere but Damian as you speak. He makes a strange sound at your words, a strangled sort of panicked noise at the idea that you're presenting to him.

He turns suddenly, facing you completely as he reaches out, hands outstretching towards you so fast and determinedly that you jerk back, years of the two of you on opposite sides of a bloody fight flashing in front of your eyes. But there's no fight in Damian tonight. There's no violence in the way he cups your cheeks tenderly in his hands, pulling himself forward to press a kiss to your lips.

Your own surprised sound leaves your throat at the action, your hands reaching up to wrap around Damian's wrists as he kisses you. Maybe you both expect for you to pull him away, but you find your fingers wrapping around the delicate bones of his wrists and keeping him there, pressed against you.

By the time the two of you part, you're both gasping for breath and you find yourself half in Damian's lap, your chest heaving against his as his hands anchor you to him. He tips his head forward to touch his forehead to yours, leaning into you as you relax against him. A faint smile flits over his lips at the way you sag against his chest, letting the tension you've lived with for so long slip ever so slightly off your shoulders.

Eventually, he brings a hand to cup your cheek again, firmly this time, moving just enough to look at you. You're close still - close enough that you can feel his lips brush against yours as he talks and you can't help but notice the way his heart beats against his chest and into yours.

"It was always you," he says in that voice that you know is reserved for you - that voice that's gentle and loving and full of so much emotion that it nearly wavers. "There was never anyone else - not even in my thoughts. Certainly not pressed up against me like this."

You huff at his words, your cheeks beginning to feel hot as you pull away from him just enough to let your head fall to his shoulder, your face hidden from him. He lets you, thankfully, humming in contentment and just a touch of smugness as he pulls you closer to him, your weight a welcoming blanket.

"I think…" you begin, pulling your face away from his neck to look at him again. "I think this may have been inevitable. I think we… might have been inevitable." Damian grins at your words, his smile flashing in a way that makes your stomach swoop.

"I think you're right," he says firmly. Sounds of the gala float up towards the two of you as you sit together, leaning against each other. "I was, by the way," he continues. You cock your head to the side.

"What?"

"I was waiting for you. And I would again, if I needed to. Until the end of my days." Damian says it so simply, so matter-of-factly, and something in your brain feels fuzzy because of it.

"Well… I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long," you respond gently, a smile passing across your lips quickly. Damian's returning smile is just as small - just as shy. His voice, in his response, is soft in a way that blankets you.

"You don't need to apologize. Your mistakes are not sins to me and your missteps do not demand penance. You will never have to ask for my forgiveness because it will always be given… without question, without hesitation, without uncertainty. It's… inevitable."

You laugh at his words and Damian feels his heart soar.

"Yes," you agree. "I suppose it is."

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glittering-moonlillie · 1 year

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My Beloved (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Word Count: 2740

Warnings: None

Summary: Not knowing how to express his feelings any other way, Damian resorts to calling you pet names in his mother's tongue in order to air out his pent up affection.

“Habibti, can you hand me the yellow frosting?” Damian was in deep trouble - absolutely terrible, hideous trouble.

“Of course!” You reached over to your left and handed him the buttercream, the arabic pet name flying over your head.

In his language, Habibti was a sign of endearment given to your lover, usually meaning something along the lines of My Love or Darling - but to you, he was utterly convinced that you believed it was a form of belittlement similar to Idiot.

Of course, Damian was too afraid to correct you and he was not sure if you would believe him if he tried. He would rather keep it a sweet secret to himself, even if his fragile heart was practically leaping its way out of his rib cage to expose itself to you.

“You know, if you want to call me something mean at least make it so I can understand you.” You laughed, a noise that would certainly haunt him late at night when he was alone and longed for your presence.

“But it’s much more fun seeing you like this.” You scruched your nose, your forehead creasing with the movement. Your lips were parted but no words came out. It was an adorable look he had grown to love despite how dorky you appeared.

You retaliated with a poorly placed handful of orange frosting along his cheek, your lips twisting into a pout that only served to make the fantasies of kissing you worsen.

Orange was an obnoxiously disgusting color but he would bathe in a lazarus pit full of orange frosting if you wished it.

He ran his thumb along his cheek and licked away whatever frosting was there. Alfred’s special buttercream frosting really was to die for. Damian enjoyed the way your eyes slightly widened, relishing in the fact that it wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone else. He liked to think that the scarlet decorating your face was because of him being undoubtedly sexy, and not the fact that it was because it was a hot summer’s day.

“You’re staring, ya amar.” He smirked. “And I believe that cookie has way too much frosting, it looks like Picaso threw up all over it.”

Ya Amar had to be Damian’s second favorite pet name for you, translating to my moon. He often recalled the way his mother praised the moon for its beauty, treating it similar to a guiding life force. More than anything, Damian wanted to be the sun that illuminated your countenance - to be the man who kept you steady and loved you even if you just saw yourself as a clumpy rock. The name suited you perfectly. You were his beautiful, crated moon with star imbued eyes and a body that reflected the power of an inescapable black hole.

“Hey, are those cookies almost finished? B wants them set out within the hour-” Tim walked in, his under eye bags accentuated further with the distasteful dark blue sweater he threw on.

His brother paused, rolling his eyes at the state of the dining table. Damian hoped that the kitchen disaster was enough of a distraction for him not to notice the lovey-dovey eyes he assuredly was giving his best friend.

“We’ll clean it up, Tim. Sorry about that.” You replied quickly. “But most of the cookies are done, Damian still has a few to finish though.”

You nudged him with your elbow, grinning wildly like the Cheshire cat.

“Just don’t get distracted flirting with each other, I don’t want to deal with an irritated Bruce.”

“Shut up, Timothy. At least we aren’t aggressively making out like how you and Conner were at the last gala.” Damian shot back.

Tim frowned. “I’m too tired to deal with this. Try not to explode anything, okay?”

Damian waved off his brother and went back to decorating one of the cookies for the large event at Wayne Manor tonight. It was a charity event to raise awareness of the increase in homeless population on the streets of Gotham, and alongside the event, his family was hosting a soup kitchen for any struggling person on the streets. Along with a hearty, full course meal, they would be served one of the cookies being decorated by the two of you.

Although Damian’s father normally did not allow any friend’s to charity events, you were always an exception due to the fact that if you weren’t there, Damian would blow a gasket and murder someone if he was in a suit for too long. Your presence beside Damian was often looked over when you were both younger, but now that a few years had gone by plenty of journalists speculated the possibility of “a secret blooming relationship.”

The common theory circulating around Gotham was the idea that his father was disapproving of them being together since you were a “commoner,” therefore excusing the lack of concrete evidence of the relationship existing. Damian had found the notion completely ridiculous; even if his father disapproved of you in that context, that would not stop him from loving you the way he always dreamed, consequences be damned.

You treated the whole situation with carefree ease, giggling at the awful pictures and wack job theories concocted by 40 year old men looking to sell half-baked news. On one hand, Damian was pleased that the unwanted attention did not bother you, but deep down he also felt a pang of poison seep its way into his bloodstream. Was the idea of being his lover that much of a joke?

The clicking of a phone keyboard brought him back to reality. Damian peered over your shoulder and saw Safari pulled up.

“What ever are you doing, habibti?”

“I’m trying to decipher what you are calling me.” You said. “Can you repeat that last word for me, please?”

The youngest Wayne felt every single pour in his body drip in sweat, excess saliva pooling in his mouth. Perhaps if his blood was functioning properly, then he would have found a better response other than a simple no.

It was very rare for Damian to be properly caught off guard. He should have thought that you would have looked up the words he was repeating, should have come up with a game plan instead of looking like a strangled goose.

His first instinct was to snatch the phone away and cut it up with the plastic, buttercream decorated knife. Damian could pretend to be possessed by a ghost and buy you a better phone with specially installed programs that inhibited your ability to look up any Arabic term. Yes, that was a wonderful idea-

“How are there zero search results?!!” You exclaimed, turning to him. “Did you make up a language or something? Why are there absolutely zero results??”

Damian looked at your phone again. You certainly took some liberties with the spelling of the pet name, letting him relax into his seat. It was nowhere close to how the word was spelled. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Why are there two y’s in the word?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Well maybe if you told me the other 20 languages you spoke I’d get somewhere.”

For the next 15 minutes, you angrily punched in 17 different ways to spell Habibti, all massively incorrect and leading to nowhere. You eventually threw your phone on the ground with a huff while he cackled.

“This is so unfair. I demand restitution for the amount of time I have lost thanks to you.” Damian hummed.

“I can’t give you back those missing minutes, but I can pay you back with your favorite meal and my full attention tonight.”

You pretended to ponder over the offer, but Damian knew you could not say no to Alfred’s cooking. “Okay, fine. But only because I love Alfred’s food and nothing else.”

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The moon peered over the horizon, the stars twinkling like falling fairy dust on a navy blue canvas. Hundreds of Gotham’s richest filled Wayne Manor, most of which were dressed with gaudy colors and bedazzlements, with feathers and overpriced jewels.

Damian was dressed in a dark green suit, one that Alfred had picked a little while ago. He was fully aware of the lustful stares he was given by the woman (and some of the men) there but he could care less. There was only one person he cared about impressing and that said person was “discreetly” stuffing themselves with a plate full of food in the corner.

As an attendant of the Gala, you were in a stunning dress that fit every single curve of your body marvelously, all courtesy to Stephanie who helped you pick out the dress to begin with. Heat rose to his cheeks and he began fumbling with his tie.

Damian was not the only one there to notice your beauty either. As you were trying to polish off your plate of food, several men had made attempts to woo you onto the dancefloor. Thankfully you declined all of their advances - Damian was not sure what he would have felt if you did. If it weren’t for the hundreds of other people present, he would have unquestionably sliced off the suitors hands if they tried to touch you again.

“Ya Helo, you look…” His throat clogged as you stared up at him. “You look stunning…”

Damian was convinced that your smile was the brightest thing in the universe; he was also sure that it could cure any bout of irritation or sadness possible.

“About time you showed up! Are you done flirting with the 70 year old women yet or does your dad want you back in there?” You poked his chest, the touch feeling like an electrical transfer.

“You know that I would never flirt with those women back there, Habibti. My dad just wanted me to manipulate them into giving more of their money to charity.”

Before you could pull your hand away, he clasped it and brought it closer to his heartbeat. Your hands were a pebble compared to his own and yet they still managed to fit perfectly together like Incan architecture.

“I-I…” You looked away with a crooked smile. “I know that, obviously. I just wanted to tease you a bit!”

When you turned towards him once more, he noticed the way your eyes trailed down his visage, strawberry lips parting ever so slightly. Your laughter died in your throat. The scene felt like the ridiculous romcoms he analyzed from time to time while you were over. All he had to do was lean in a little bit closer and his dreams would be fulfilled-

The tight grip of someone’s hand seized his arm, effectively pulling him away from his darling. The movement caught Damian off guard (the second time that day). There was only a select handful of people who were able to sneak up on him like that…

“Mother.” Damian seethed, turning to gaze upon the woman with a cold glare. “What are you doing here?”

Fitted for the occasion in a sleek black dress, Talia crossed her arms and matched her son’s glare. “Is a mother not allowed to visit her son, especially when he has not messaged her in months?”

Damian stood in front of you, his hands slightly raised in case Talia decided to activate her mother bear mode. Talia’s eyes furrowed, her lip pursing.

“How about you and your little friend follow me upstairs. You can tell me all about how you two met.” She suggested but her voice made it sound more like a threat.

Damian hated how your smile disappeared and was replaced with an apprehensive grimace. He reached for your hand and squeezed.

“Dami…”

“It’ll be alright habib albi…” He whispered, squeezing your hand once again. As the three of them climbed up the stairs, the soft tune of the violin faded into nothing, not even background noise.

“Mother, I find this hardly necessary. Could you have interfered in my life some other day?” Damian groaned.

“Of course not, my son.” Talia shut the door of the room they entered. “If I had, I wouldn’t have been able to meet the girl who stole my beloved’s heart.”

Damian’s heart dropped. “I- what?”

“Y-you must be mistaken. Damian and I…Damian doesn’t like me like that!” You stuttered out with nervous laughter.

Talia raised a single eyebrow. “I find that extremely hard to believe considering what I heard him call you.”

Fuck. Damian mentally slapped himself. He should have known that his mother would have heard him call you that. The pet name was just so natural to him, slipping off his tongue like sweet honey, he forgot that his mother would have been able to understand.

You tilted your head towards Damian then back to Talia, reflexively playing with your hair. “I…maybe you misheard? He calls me these made up names, they really have no meaning.”

“Wait, so he has not told you what they meant?”

“No, he refused to tell me and when I looked it up, there were no search results.” You said.

“Mother, please-”

Talia raised her hand to silence him. “I can’t believe you have been lying to her, Damian! I have raised you better than that. She deserves to know that you are calling her Love of my heart and Darling in Arabic!”

You snapped your head towards Damian, who was internally screaming a colorful variety of cuss words towards his mother. He expected you to look horrified and slap him away, to run for the hills and never speak to him again.

Instead you had this beautiful awestruck look in your galaxy-filled eyes. Your face was a deep crimson.

“Dami…” You hesitated. “Is this true?”

The hopeful tone in your voice was as intoxicating as a few shots of bourbon.

Damian imagined that the day he confessed to you would be atop a starry hill with perfectly blooming jasmines and evening primroses. He would pull you into his arms and whisper his love for you when the moon was at its peak, ending it with a kiss if you let him. It would have been perfect, if fate allowed it to be.

However, there were no starry hilltops or sweetly smelling fragrances - no moon that would peer over them and give its blessing. But you were there with him, an arm's reach away. As long as you were there, wasn't that all that mattered?

Damian glared at his mother, who was in the background with a smug smile, pretending to not overhear the conversation. When she didn’t get the message, he cleared his throat as loud as he could.

“Fine. I suppose I’ll leave you to it - but I expect you to message me afterward since I did the hard work for you.” Talia sauntered her way out of the room, leaving you and Damian alone.

“You didn’t answer my question, Dami…” You glanced up at him with a shy smile. “Were you really secretly giving me pet names in Arabic?”

Reaching for your hands, Damian pulled you close to create a few inch gap. “Yeah…I wanted a way to show you how much I…how much I loved you without you figuring out.”

You giggled, the vibrations of it causing his heart to flutter. “You’re a dork, you know that? I would have reciprocated your feelings no matter what, but it would have been nice if you had told me sooner.”

Your finger trailed down his neck to his collarbone, leaving a trail of lightning in its wake. “I demand more restitution for the time lost.”

Damian hummed, pretending to think of the perfect solution despite him already having one. You edged closer to him.

“How about,” he began, “I kiss you until your lips are as blue as this night sky?”

But before you could respond, Damian already brought his lips to yours. The dreams and fantasies he had did not live up to the actual softness of your lips - the subtle taste of raspberries filling his senses.

Your hands tangled into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. “Shouldn’t we go back to the Gala?”

Damian looked back at the door, contemplating how mad his father would be if he ditched the rest of the party. It was waning closer to midnight anyway and he could just say you were tired.

He turned back to you, his smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “He’ll be fine. Besides, I would rather be with you than flirt with 70 year old women.”

Your attempted giggle was covered with the rougher press of his lips against yours, causing you to fall backwards onto the guest bed. After years of calling you Habibti, now he could finally say it without you thinking it was an insult.

Damian is a simp with huge dimples. Fight me.

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year

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Brotherly Love Pt.3 J.T

Jason Todd x Al-Ghul/Wayne reader(platonic). Gender Neutral.

Brotherly Love Masterlist<-- Right here

Summary: Jason picks you up from school after Alfred and Bruce are busy.

Warnings: insecurity, scars, mentions Scarecrow, briefly mentions killing.

~☆~

Bruce had enrolled you and Damian into some higher-up Gotham Schooling, Damian had made nothing but threats to Bruce when the day came and ignored you throughout everything.

On the first few days, you and Damian were swarmed with people trying to befriend you, more like befriend Bruce Wayne's children, other than actually wanting to be YOUR friend. The two of you had done nothing but push them away and avoid their questions, however, Damian and yourself had found yourselves into respective friend groups.

Damian looked miserable throughout most of the school days, sitting at his desk bored out of his mind, however if you looked closely at him you would be able to see the fond look in his eyes when looking at his friends.

You yourself had been adopted into a group of two other people, the first one of them that you had met was Reign, he had been grouped with you in science, he was shy and smart. He had offered you to sit with him and a friend at lunch so you could continue your work. You accepted, and there you met the other piece of your group, Penelope.

She was the opposite of Reign, outgoing, you had noticed this when she smiled and shook your hand erratically, whereas Reign's hand was sweaty and barely touched your own.

The three of you had bonded that day, not once did they mention your father, just tried to get to know you personally. Reign kept inviting you to sit with him and Penelope, where over the days you developed a friendship with them, which eventually led to you having their numbers on your phone that Bruce gave you for "emergencies", and hanging out at their houses.

It was nice to finally have people that you could be loved by, people who actually like you.

Over time the school gave you and Damian pamphlets for after-school activities, Penelope begged you to join her in the Theater club, and Reign even tried talking you into photography. Bruce pushed you and Damian to engage in at least one activity, even if it was just for a week, and ultimately you joined Penelope.

~☆~

Bruce had informed you this morning that you would be getting picked up from school by one of your bothers, Bruce himself would be busy in a meeting and Alfred would be meeting up with an old friend.

Damian would be heading home at a normal time, whereas you were staying behind to help on set for an upcoming play.

~☆~

You walked down the halls with Penelope by your side, her blonde hair bounced as she skipped, her voice echoed off of the walls as she spoke, her upbeat voice filled you with serenity as she told you about things going on in the world. The two of you exited the front doors of the school, pausing at the stairs for a second to bask in the little bit of sun that Gotham rarely brung.

"Is that your brother?" Penelope quizzed as she marveled at him, her eyes shining as she stared at him.

You turned to look across the street, where one of your father's cars sat. Jason rested against it, his ankles were crossed, and he was staring down at the phone that rested in his hand.

As if he had some sixth sense he looked up after sensing eyes on himself, a smile broke out on his face as he pushed himself off of the car, with the raise of an arm he waved.

"Wellll I better get going." Penelope smiled, dragging out the L in her words.

"Yeah." You whispered still staring at Jason.

"Bye!" She beamed, leaning over to engulf you in a hug before running off to find her way home.

Your feet moved on their own as they led you across the street towards Jason, his smile widening the closer you got.

"Hey." Jason greeted as he slapped a hand onto your back.

You let out a tight smile as you acknowledged him, before getting into the passenger seat of the car. Jason sat himself down in the driver's seat, and glanced over at you one last time before driving away.

...

You and Jason sat in silence until he reached for the radio, and an upbeat techno song came on. Your eyebrows knit together as Jason smiled and danced to the music, his sixth sense kicked in again as he glanced at you, now singing the words to the song on the radio.

"This is Lady Gaga." Jason yelled over the music, laughing to himself when you shot him another judgemental look.

"You hungry?" He asked, eyes darting from the road to look at you once again.

"Yes." You sighed, subconsciously smiling to yourself as the thought of food came up.

Jason's eyes lingered on your face as he seen a smile spread on it, his own face mirrored your own in that very moment.

~☆~

Jason turned the car off after he pulled into Batburger, he ushered you out of the car and held the door open as you walked in. Jason asked for your order and told you to find a place to sit whilst he got your food.

You sat down at a table next to the front door and stared at Jason's back, watching as he talked to the cashier.

Even in times like this your mind still found ways to taunt you, making you think of all of your faults. You thought about Damian, how you wished he would apologize to you, at least acknowledge you.

You noticed Damians friends would give you snarky looks when you passed them in the halls, did Damian say stuff about you, or did he even know? The thought of your beloved twin brother saying things behind your back left a pit in your stomach, you've watched people die but the thought of Damian hating you left you with feelings of dread.

Jason slamming a tray onto the table brought you out of your thoughts, he smiled down at you as he placed your food in front of you. He himself finally sat in the chair across from you after placing his food down as well, he watched as you unwrapped your food before doing the same to his own.

As Jason ate his food you noticed a plastic bag, one that you knew didn't hold food. Now curious you picked it up, noting down that there was something hard inside. Your fingers worked at the plastic bag, attempting to open it. Once it was finally opened you took out the object inside, it was a figurine, it had a brown leather jacket and a Red Head.

"Is this you?" You whisper yelled to Jason, watching as a big smile overtook his face before nodding his head and taking another bite of his burger.

~☆~

After you and Jason got done eating you climbed back into the car and started your journey to the Manor. This time no music played as the two of you sat in a uncomfortable silence, you turned your head to eye Jason, watching his body as it breathed and how his eyes stared at the road.

As you looked at Jason you were tempted to ask where his scars came from, of course you know what he does, you yourself have a few from the work you did back at your home. Bruce and Dick even have a plethora of scars along their bodies, just like Tim who has a long noticeable scar along his forearm.

Jason broke the silence with a question. "So how's school?"

"Good." You lied, it would be much better with Damian.

"Any friends?" He asked hoping for an answer even though he had seen Penelope hug you as she left.

"Yeah, Reign and Penelope." You confessed, signing as you thought about the two of them.

"That's good." He hummed, liking the thought of you having friends.

"There's this girl in my theater class as well." You whispered, Jason perked up and let out a teasing "ohhh".

You let out a laugh before shaking your head "Not like that." You stated, staring out of the window next to you with a smile on your face.

The car fell back into silence as you and Jason collectively dropped the topic of school, your brain racked through topics that you thought would keep Jason talking, before landing on one.

"So what happened with Scarecrow?" You questioned, remembering about the case he, your other brothers, and your father worked on the last time you saw Jason.

"He just tweaked his fear gas." Jason sighed, thinking about how his weekend with the madman had gone.

You let out a hum to signify that you understood.

"Plus, I guess you'd also want to kill something if you thought it was after you." Jason humored, laughing to himself before abruptly shutting up and knitting his eyebrows.

The third silence of the evening filtered back into the car, wrapping its hands around your throat as it did so. This time Jason was trying to grasp onto a topic that would fill in the empty spaces around the two of you.

Jason's mouth moved faster than his brain as the one question he wanted to ask you briefly came to mind.

"Whats wrong?" He asked, like he could see through you and into your thoughts.

The question caught you off guard as it came from him, and your eyes widened as you stared at the side of his face. Your brain came rushing with answers to give him, should you lie and say you're fine, or should you finally tell someone about how you feel?

...

"I don't know, I just feel like I'm not" you paused looking for the right word "good?"

Jason's face portrayed Suprise as you finally answered him, he stayed quiet trying to find the right words to say himself. Jason turned the car off as the two of you finally pulled into Wayne Manor, before the man next to you could even get out something to say you hurriedly reached for the door handle next to you and opened the door.

"Thank you for picking me up, and thank you for the food." You quickly told him, before shutting the door behind you and running into the Manor.

Jason pulled the car into the garage of the Manor, his brain thinking over what you said, he sees so much of himself in you it truly hurts him. Even if you just came into his life, you are his dear little sibling and he loves you, your pain brings him anguish.

~☆~

Bear with me guys. I'm not gonna lie when I got the idea for this series I was just gonna make it a short story about Damian and the reader's relationship deteriorating.

I hope this is a good filler to keep you guys happy!<3

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preyofolympus · 1 year

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Had to do some other batbro pieces that crossed the line between doodles and full pieces lol.

I feel like Dick and Jason would deffo use Tim and Damian’s scrawniness to their advantage and pick them up whenever they feel like fulfilling their annoying sibling duties. Tim isn’t exactly short, but he is a slim dude, and with Dick and Jason’s strength I’m sure they can pick him up easy lmao.

This piece took around five hours including breaks and all that shit, and it’s not my highest effort style, but for the Jason, Tim and Damian one I at least did a bit more than just airbrush shading, like I did for the Dick piece. I really don’t like just using airbrush for shading, but I needed to get the pieces out of my head lol. Also I’m just now realising I didn’t share the hair but I can’t be fucked, it’s two am and I have work tomorrow morning.

Also I found a blend tool that looks like how I paint, which is useful, but now I’m lamenting the hours I lost just blending 😭

I’m probs doing a Brutaliakhoa piece next, purely cause an artist on here I like enjoys the ship, and now I’m hooked on it. Trust me, I can’t straight up say I want to be friends with someone so I just make art for them 💅

Anyways, let me know what y’all think. Adios cunts.

[image description-

image one- Dick Grayson picking up Tim under his arm, and hoisting Damian over his other shoulder as they yell in protest. Damian is saying “Dick! And I’m not saying your name.” Tim is saying “Dude…” with and disgruntled look.

Image two- Jason is holding Damian over his shoulder, with Tim under his arm, like in image one but with his back to the ‘camera’. Jason is yelling “BED TIME KIDDOS!” All that is visible of Tim is his kicking legs, and Damian is yelling, dressed in Superman pajamas. Tim is yelling “JASON!” While Damian is saying “I hand me Todd!”]

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robinsleeping · 4 months

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Nightwing 🩵💙🖤

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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The prompt for always being at each other's throat but still dating sounds perfect for Damian Wayne

That sounds like all of Damian's romantic relationships so yes, hard agree.

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, arguments, make-up kisses, protectiveness, Damian is really bad at feelings

A/N: Prompt is from this list.

18. Always at each other’s throats but in a relationship

Not a living soul would get that you and Damian were in a relationship by the way you were always in some sort of an argument with each other. Not even his dad and brother's believed him when he said you were dating, cause all they ever saw from the two of you was bickering and nearly biting each other's throat out when it got really ugly. What they didn't see were the make-up kisses afterwards, which were even more plentiful then the insults you threw at each other.

Everyone who ever met Damian will tell you that he doesn't know how to open up to people unless it involves fighting them first and they would be absolutely right because that's how he opens up to you too. The fights are never serious and very rarely born of a one-sided grudge. One may even say that it's your love language at this point, or maybe it was his and you learned to speak it to better understand him.

Damian is prone to jealousy when you're still in the middle of an argument and he notices you talking to his peers, his team, or your anyone who doesn't look at you in a purely friendly way. The shadowing gets to be a bit too much when he follows you home to have a talk with you. He could have talked to you like a normal guy would but he's never had the luxury of being normal, and you knew that when you started dating so you really shouldn't be surprised.

Rarely will he admit that he did or said something wrong, the amount of pride Damian has is way too great but at rare occasions when he thinks you're asleep, after you've kissed and made up and you're in his arms again he will apologize. You will never let him know that you heard the things he said, it's better to wait until he trusts you enough to say it to your face. But you also know that no matter how many times he says sorry there will always be something else you're find to argue about, it's strange but it's what works for your relationship.

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korikokorin · 3 months

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Fluff

Damian Wayne Headcanon/ Scenario

Male Reader

Warnings: Friendly banter, mildly homophobic connotations (not really though but it could come across that way), mild swearing, You're roommates in this so if you don't like that stuff ig.

Picture by: https://pin.it/1AtFcI4ZT

Note: This one is partially inspired by a fic/ oneshot called Blue-Pilled Man by Cas here on tumblr. FHBFKBFB istfg the Roommates thing is giving me MAD brainrot okay. (p.s. Cas i adore your work hehe)

It started with an otherwise forgettable conversation.

You lived with Damian in a two bedroom apartment off campus. Less restrictions, a proper kitchen, and more living space meant that it was easier to have people over.

You invited your friends over at least once a week. Damian had said he didn't mind, he had at least one of his brothers over to stay the night about as often. He would even join you and your friends in the living room sometimes, sitting with you or off to the side with a book in his hand and only adding to the conversation when he's addressed.

On one such occasion, you and your friends were hanging around in the living room and Damian had just excused himself to the kitchen to grab something after asking everyone if they wanted a drink too.

" Oh, it's alright. I can get them." you said to him.

" I'll get them."

straightforward and brief, like he always was. Most people would think it was rude, but you knew he didn't mean it that way. He just didn't know how to express himself otherwise, especially around people he wasn't particularly close to.

" Are you sure? I can help." you were halfway standing now, ready to follow him into the kitchen and help.

"I'll be fine. hangout with your friends." He said, taking a pillow and pushing it into your chest. He wasn't rough with it, it was more of a gesture that said 'sit down and get comfy'.

"Ok, just-" he turned back around to face you, halfway to the kitchen. "Call for me if you need help."

"I know."

"Ew dude, you act like you're his wife or something."

it was a comment made with no malicious intent, simply meant to tease. Your friend gave you a playful shove when he said it.

You laughed, "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Another one of your friends piped up saying, "Yeah, you guys are like super domestic with each other."

"It's not a big deal bro just kinda funny you know?" Your third friend said, leaning back into the sofa cushions, "All that's left is for you to give him kisses and call him cute nicknames."

You knew they were saying it as a joke.

And you have no idea what was going on in your head but for some reason-

You took it as a challenge.

"Are you gonna be all lovey dovey from now on?" The friend beside you laughed, getting all up in your space and batting his eyelashes.

You shoved his face away with a laugh of your own, "You guys are assholes."

You heard familiar footsteps and got up from your chair. With a quick glance to your friends and their disbelieving grins, you walked right up to Damian as he entered the room.

"You're back!" you say joyfully, placing an arm around his waist.

Taking the tray from him, you give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, honey."

It's just your thing now.

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shreeader · 11 months

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I’ve Got You; Damian Wayne x Reader

Words: 1132

Pronouns: they/them

WARNINGS: blood, violence, hurt/comfort, some angst and then fluff

Summary: Reader is kidnapped and Damian comes to save them.

NOTE: Damian is aged up.

After what you could only assume was a couple of hours, a few guys came in. They were loud, rowdy, and presumably drunk. The light that they had brought in with them was painful to your eyes, which were used to the dark.

They’d beaten you. They did it again around what you assumed was the same time the next day. And the day after that.

The fourth day, they had finally given you a small cup of water and a small plate of food containing strawberries and sliced bread. The men laughed in such an annoying way as you scarfed down the food and downed the drink. One of the men, whose name had been mentioned to be Peter, took the paper plate and plastic cup from you when you finished.

You sat back and sighed, ready for the beating you were about to receive as you sat back against the stone walls. Yelling from outside of the room grabbed your attention, well as much as you could give in that scenario. The lack of sleep and the bloody that slowly seeps out of your wounds, through your torn clothing.

Metal hitting metal caught your hazy attention, and you could feel hope begin to swell in your gut. Gunshots started up as well and footsteps sounded throughout the hall outside of your room. You glanced at the men, who stared outside the door, weapons in their hands.

“Robin, let’s check down here.” The familiar voice of Red Hood made you tug on your restraints, especially at the mention of the younger hero.

Glancing at the men again, you noticed none of them were looking in your direction. You took in a shaky breath before yelling out. Eyes snapped in your direction and the men turned to you. One brought his knife down, catching the blade on your arm and slicing the skin.

A yelp left your lips as you curled away from him and then all you could hear was a body thump. Fighting took place in the background, and you peaked your eyes open to see Damian and Jason taking down the other men in the room.

Your eyelids felt heavy and your eyes stung with tears as you watched Jason knock out the last man. Damian's footsteps were quick, and he hurriedly got rid of your bonds before pulling you into his arms.

He stood up, and you could almost feel his arms, which were under your knees and around your torso, shaking. You could barely notice his eyes frantically darting around your face as he carefully followed Jason. “Damian.” You whispered quietly, voice hoarse.

Carefully, you lifted a hand up to his cheek, and he leaned into it with no hesitation. “I’ve got you.” His voice was gentle and had a small tremble. “I’ve got you.”

“I don’t think I can stay awake much longer.”

“No, you have to.”

“Dami, I can’t.”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, whispering, “You are not dying on my watch.” You gave him a weak smile as your eyes shut, the constant promising in your ears. “I’ve got you.”

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The lights behind your eyelids are dim, meaning they won’t blind you when you open them. Your hand was warm. Your body was warm and there was the slightest pressure against your shoulder. Fingers gripped your hand tightly and soft breathing was barely audible from next to you.

Damian.

You knew it was him. He wouldn’t have let his brothers grab your hand and only he could keep his breath that quiet while sleeping. Cracking an eye open, you looked at him.

His hair and clothes were a mess, but more so his hair. From what you could see, purplish-green took its place beneath his eyes, telling you that he most likely hadn’t slept in a while.

You frowned, feeling guilty for having worried him at all. You slowly lifted your other hand and gently ran it through his hair, stirring him from his sleep. “You’re awake.” He mumbled, voice deep from just waking up. He shoved his face further into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Dami.” You stopped running your hand through his hair and just rested it on the back of his head. “They showed up so suddenly and knocked me out from behind.”

With the hand that wasn’t holding yours, he moved it to rest on your stomach and carefully grabbed the fabric of the blanket laying on it. “I don’t blame you. If anything, I blame myself. I should’ve been able to get to you faster. I-”

“Damian,” you cut him off, “You shouldn’t blame yourself. You did your best to get to me as fast as possible. You know I love and I trust you. I knew you’d come for me, and I waited patiently.”

Your sleeve began to feel wet, which shocked you, especially when you saw his shoulders shake. “I was so scared I’d lose you.” You melted immediately, doing your best to turn on your side and pull him to your chest.

“I’m here, though. You saved me.” He let out a small, strangled noise from his throat at your quiet words.

He moved his arms to wrap around your body in a tight hug. “Marry me.” He pulled his face out of your chest and looked up at you, green eyes more prominent because of the tears.

Shock flowed through you as you stared down at him. Damian…asked you to marry him? “Are you being serious?” You turned hopeful and when he gave you a fierce nod, you sputtered out a quick response. “Yes.”

The door opened loudly and suddenly as the duo of Dick Grayson and Jason Todd pushed into the room. Damian was quick to shove his face into your chest to try and hide from his brothers.

“Look at little Damian being all sweet.” Dick teased, nudging Jason’s side, who nodded back at him.

You sighed, moving your hand from Damian’s head to rest it on his chest as the youngest Wayne glared at the two behind him. “Grayson, Todd, I will murder you both in your sleep if you don’t leave now.”

They glanced at each other, but with a small smile from you, they left. “My Damian.” You called his attention back to you, earning a soft smile.

“My (Y/n).” He mimicked your tone before leaning over and pressing his lips against yours.

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bomber-grl · 4 months

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“Wanna get married?”

Damian Wayne x Gn!Reader

(They’re about 19)

“WHAT??”

“What…? Why’re you so freaked out?” You and Damian were currently sitting across each other in the living room.

“What do you mean, why am I so freaked out?…explain yourself” his sudden mood changes never ceases to amaze you- something you seriously shouldn’t be thinking while being suspected of by an ex assassin .

“Well… Since we’re tired and bored, I asked if you’d wanna get married-“

“Yea, I understood the first time but why and…in what sense?” He interrupted you, rude

“Ok ok look, just hear me out” he glared at you but then sighed and just nodded.

“Alright” you sat up “so imagine this,me, you, fancy high end restaurant- AND before you say anything!” You shove a finger against Damian’s lips.

“Imagine the food, we can, idk… go in together and I could fake purpose to you for fun” you sat back and studied Damian’s facial expressions .

He let out the deepest sigh you’ve ever heard in your life that you’ve heard from him. Which is to say a lot since sighs from Damian aren’t exactly uncommon.

He leaned back and started thinking “where would you even get a ring-“

“I’ve thought of that” is how you responded and quickly pulled out the best looking ring you have.

“Okayyyy, I don’t know why you have that but, ugh, fine.” He said finally admitting defeat. He got to his feet and held out a hand for you to grab.

Show time.

The two of you decided to head out the the fanciest, high class restaurant damian knows and once the two of you got dressed you had Alfred drive you there.

You’d be lying if you said you and Damian didn’t look absolutely stunning, I mean anyone would be jealous if they saw the two of you, not knowing whether they’d want to be with you or you.

Once you finally stepped out you stayed behind and watched as Damian managed to get a seat despite not having a reservation, maybe all he said was that he was Bruce Wayne’s son.

Well anyway, a waiter led you there and had you two seated in a very public place, nice.

Although it was good for your plan it wasn’t exactly ideal, especially since Damian really hates being the center of attention.

Anyway the both of you ended up eating away without a care of the cost (mostly you) and when you saw it fit you got up, cleared your throat and began your plan.

“Damian Wayne, you and I had been friends for a long time now and we’ve been dating for a good while aswell. I’m aware we are young but our young age doesn’t make my love for you invalid. So I ask this with upmost sincerity-“ you go to kneel and continue your cringe ass over the top speech.

“I wish for you and I to be lovers and even more in the near future so-“ you pull into your pocket and get the ring and open the box “will you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?”

Collective gasps could be heard around the restaurant and even some people pulled out their phones to record- I mean imagine Damian Wayne and y/n l/n getting married of all people???

An event of the century

Well Damian’s shocked face was worth it and although unexpected, his blush certainly wasn’t unwelcomed.

Nice! He was s totally selling it

Anyway he got up abruptly and nodded his head, that wasn’t enough for you though. “What?-“

“YES ILL MARRY YOU” he hastily let you slip the ring on his finger and he called over the waiter to bring your check.

Someone had to have called paparazzi because when you stepped out of the establishment there was flashing lights all around you while you two hurriedly got into the vehicle driven by Alfred.

The very next day you were forced to go to the Wayne manor because of how much Damian kept pestering you.

Once you managed to sneak past the news reporters you entered the living room and the whole family was there, everyone had mixed reactions but most of them Thought it was hilarious.

But in all seriousness Bruce said that you’ll have to give an official statement saying it was all a stunt while a video of the news played on the tv talking about you and Damian’s new engagement.

The next few days were full of people spreading “Damian x y/n” all over previous haters and people were also mentioning how absurd it was due to your young age.

“Damian’s and y/ns engagement “ was trending all over twitter and any social media platform and although it was fun while it lasted an official statement had to be published eventually. 😔

It was fun calling Damian your “fiancé” when in interviews, but everything must come to an end 😔

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