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igotanidea · 2 months

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Despite everything: Damian Wayne x reader

part 1 : Family rules

part 2: A moment of weakness

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Damian Wayne was not the one to get scared easily.

Of course not. He was Robin, after all, fighting crime alongside Batman nearly every night, beating the shit out of the villains that dreaded at the sound of his name (as for the last part, that was more like something he wanted to believe rather than truth).

But when across the school corridor he noticed Y/N, with her face flushed (prettily though he quickly discarded that thought), eyes gleaming and walking towards him like an enraged bull, he shuddered involuntarily. His older brother(s) had enough experience with girls to give him countless advice on the girls, but there was only one Damian actually listened to.

Do not mess with a girl. Furious woman is more dangerous than all Gotham’s criminals combined.

And as for now, it seemed like he was going to experience that first-handed.

Or not-

Given the fact that before she could reach him, the school principal appeared out of thin air grabbing her shoulder and guiding Y/N towards his office, not giving her the slightest chance to slap Damian’s face or tear all his hair out. All she was capable of doing, evading the watchful gaze of the most important school official was send him a murderous glance, to which he responded with a vengeful smirk and a shrug of shoulders enraging her even more.

“Mr. Wayne!” the principal turned around following the girl’s gaze and spotting his second least favorite student. From the get go he knew Y/N Y/L/N and Damian Wayne would be giving him constant headaches and causing troubles. Maybe it was a mistake on his part to accept them to the same class. “You’ll come with us as well.”

“I refuse to be in the same school as this *** let alone the same room!”

“Miss Y/L/N! Control your language or I’ll put you in detention!” the head teacher tried to put the situation to order, failing spectacularly as nearly every student was now recording the event.

“Exactly, Y/N. I don’t understand the sudden rage of emotions in you, you are acting so irrational and erratic.” Damian smirked, once again feeling the need to take control over the situation. “you need to calm down.”

“You little prick!” now she almost threw herself at him, not caring about the comments or making a scene. He was going to pay for everything he did.

“ENOUGH!” the principal yelled. In his own opinion, the tone and volume of voice made the glass in the windows shake but in reality no one cared about the outburst. The corridor did not go quiet as expected, students did not put down their phones and Damian and Y/N did not freeze in the middle of their respective movements with shock written all over their faces. The principal sighed in the sense of ignominious failure. ‘You.” He pointed at Y/N “and you” he gave Damian a look “with me. Now. And I don’t want to hear a word.” He hissed.

“Couldn’t you have just asked?” Y/N raised an eyebrow

“Really, Sir, given your position, you should have developed better self-control.”

They exchanged glances (that were calm and friendly at first before quickly giving way to the hateful and threatening ones) and followed the principal to his den, officially known as study.

If only they knew what was going on inside each other head.

If only she knew, that under all that pose and cold exterior he was actually feeling a little guilty of getting her into this mess and getting the sudden urge to become even colder to not let her get burned even more due to becoming too attached. All because he didn’t regret the kiss they shared and actually wanted more.

If only he knew that below all that enragement, she actually felt like crying her heart out letting out all the unfairness and showing how hurt she felt because of what he did (allegedly), begging for an explanation like a broken, pathetic child. All because she didn’t regret the kiss they shared and actually wanted more.

***

“This is simply outrageous behavior! Gotham Academy has always pride itself of raising its student in the understanding of social norms and rules of decency. And you two have now put that reputation to harm.”

“Harm?” she scoffed “this is Gotham’s school. What kind of reputation are we talking about here? Last week, we had to evacuate the classrooms because of the sudden leak of fear gas.” She put the fingers in the air mocking the quote that was used in an official statement “we have zero reputation.”

“Well- um…”

“Yes, precisely. And what kind of indecency do you have in your mind, sir?” Damian smirked “this was all a pose for the press, just to gather the attention to my father’s event. Besides, are you suggesting that it was more than just a kiss, prey tell something forbidden amongst teenagers?”he mocked.

“Well- um…”

“I cannot quite comprehend why exactly are we here.” She continued, crossing arms over her chest and leaning back on the chair with a daring face expression “Do you, Wayne?”

“Not in the slightest Y/L/N.”

“You two are-“

“We are what exactly?”

“Well… um-“

“Not to be mean but I think there’s nothing you can accuse as of” she smirked, feeling the surge of victory.

“Your behavior actually make me think it’s kind of convenient to you to bring attention to your two students, isn’t it. Sir?” Damian made the same action as Y/N and neither of them realized how similar it made them look.

“So, what kind of punishment will you impose upon us? Breaking wheel?”

“Don’t be stupid, y/l/n. I’m sure it’ll be nothing less than cangue.”

“Maybe gag to stop the flow of those meaningless words out of your mouth.”

“I’ll suggest burning on the pile for you witch.”

“Asshole.”

“Dumbass.”

They both smirked again their faces full of vengeance and then their eyes landed back on the face of the principal who seemed distressed and kind of desperate, not sure how to get out of this situation while keeping his face.

“So, sir?” she smiled innocently “what shall we expect as a punishment?”

“Do not keep us in the dark sir, we will gladly submit. Just try to think what my father might do if he finds out? Stop funding the school maybe?”

“Oh my God, you had to use the wealth argument! Low blow Wayne!” she rolled her eyes “maybe my father will stop organizing the students’ internship then huh?”

“I thought you were going bankrupt?” he mocked

“Will you shut up! Take your money and choke on them!”

They both rose from their feet standing mere inches from one another, threating to wage a war if the other did as much as blink in the wrong way.

“I hate you!”

“I hate you more!”

“You arrogant, selfish, ignorant, conceited prick!”

“You reckless, emotional, distracting, competitive freak!”

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE!” the principal finally reached the limits of his patience towards those two. It was impossible to fight two students, who were this dead set on making his life a living hell. And the truth was, that he couldn’t actually hold the kiss and the press against them. He had no legal or factual ground to interfere with students’ private life and if he did, either Y/N and Damian or worse – their fathers – or the worst -their lawyers would gladly remind him of that.

All there was left, was to hope that Wayne and F/L/N would have a talk with both of them respectively about fraternizing with the enemy.

“Get back to class. I can’t stand your faces, but I swear if something like that happens again –”

They were gone before the principal could even finish the sentence, showing him exactly how little respect he held in the school.

***

“that was fun.” She laughed wholeheartedly, for a second forgetting about all the negative feelings she was holding towards him after all the press incident and actually send him such a bright smile that made his legs tremble a little bit.

“I guess we played him well enough, huh?”

“I don’t think he was the only one who got played here.” she muttered picking up the pace not wanting to see, hear or think about Damian. All she wished was to go back to how things were before the gala, the photos, the press.

But he didn’t let her, grabbing her arm and spinning her around so she was facing him again.

“Let me go…” she said, but it came out weaker than expected

“I didn’t do it Y/L/N. I didn’t leak the photos.”

“Are you explaining yourself to me now?”

“You wish.”

“Then just let be me!” her voice echoed through the empty corridor and the door to the right creaked slightly. However before the teacher could spot the source of the noice Damian dragged her to the empty classroom putting a hand to her mouth.

“Will you shut up?!”

“Get your dirty hands of me!” she barely stopped herself from biting his hand.

“You are insane.”

“Huh! You think you’re normal with all that snooty, all-mighty behavior? We’re seventeen! We’re teenagers!”

“And that exclude restraints? Look-” he sighed running fingers through his hair. “You’re mad because now the whole school is abuzz with rumors, I get it, but I’m a part of it too. And I’m telling you I didn’t leak those photos! Think rationally – why would I want to be on tongues? Especially given the fact that it was you I kissed.”

The way he said it, like some sort of insult made her heart break. Not because she cared about Damian Wayne, obviously, but because he actually joined talking shit about her.

“I guess we both made a mistake then.” She hissed “we should get back to class.”

“No, wait! I didn’t mean it like that!” Damian muttered looking down, quite ashamed that even after years of leaving the League of Assassins’ and being raised by his father he still couldn’t quite comprehend basic human interactions sometimes.

“Then how?” she looked into his eyes.

And there it was again. The same wave of emotions he felt at the gala when he was holding her to his chest. The same feelings that coursed through his body when he kissed her away from the main event. He couldn’t quite decipher what it was, but that little voice inside his head (that sounded awfully like Grayson’s) was screaming at him to clear this thing out. To not let her go feeling like he just dismissed her, having zero regards towards her.

And it was weird. And right.

Weirdly right.

With heart almost beating out of his chest, feeling the air almost crackle with electricity, breath heavy and mind fogged he leaned slightly forward, not being fully in control of his actions. Forgetting the fact that they were in school and that they were supposed to be enemies. They were hostile for long enough and he was done.

For the first time in his young life he actually wanted someone to like him for him. Not because he was family (even if adopted), a relative of sort or a useful sidekick vigilante.

For the first time he felt the need to be needed as a human being, as a boy. He wanted her to give him that smile she did a few minutes ago when they left the principal’s office. He wanted to see her eyes shine the way they did at the gala, to feel her hug him and hold him as if she was feeling safe with him.

Despite everything.

So he leaned forward.

Slowly, hesitantly, not sure what to expect but ready for everything, gauging her reaction. Giving her time and space to back out, to run away, to call him names – unlike the way he was behaving in his Robin uniform.

She was not a villain.

She was –

Someone important.

And when she met him halfway, he melted.

Grabbing her tighter and letting the whole world disappear, focusing solely on that warmth he lacked through his entire life. Her scent, her hair tickling his face, her hand on his cheek.

So good. So right. So nice.

So terrifying.

Damian Wayne was --

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--in love.

@gabriiiiiiii @6000-fandoms @jinviktor @atadoddinnit @celestair

#damian wayne x reader #robin x reader #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #robin x you #robin x y/n #damian wayne fluff #batfamily x reader #damian wayne angst

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 5 months

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this goodness hurts (and I'm drowning in it)

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

pairing: damian wayne x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.2k

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: damian is trying so hard to be an emotionally functional adult. he's not doing perfectly. reader definitely isn't, either. there might be too much world building in this oops

a/n: what if damian wayne was an adult and was trying so so hard to heal, huh. what about that.

"Beloved?" Damian's voice is quiet and tired, but it cuts through the silence of your shared apartment all the same. Your gaze snaps up to him from your spot on the couch, your back straight and your shoulders back as if you're a guest in someone else's house.

"Hey… what are you doing awake?" you say gently.

"Looking for you," he says matter-of-factly as he kneels on the floor in front of you, switching a small lamp on and bathing the two of you in a soft glow. He uses the light to look you up and down, eyes scanning for any sort of issue or ailment. "You weren't in bed… what's wrong, my love?"

"Nothing, I just…" you sigh, shoulders slumping and hands clenching. Damian takes your hands in his gently, rubbing soothing circles on the backs of them with his thumbs as he waits for you to continue. "Sometimes it's just… hard." you finish weakly.

"What is, beloved?" he presses ever so gently.

"Just… this. All the good we have now. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in it." Damian makes a noise of understanding at your words and slides himself onto the couch next to you, wrapping his arms around you and breathing a slight sigh of relief when you relax into him.

"Why don't I bring you back to bed, hm? We can talk about this more, or I can help you back to sleep and we can discuss this later. Whatever will help you right now, my love." He says quietly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

You sigh and lean forward to press your head into your hands, conscious of Damian's soothing hand rubbing up and down on your back.

"Do you ever feel this?" You mumble, not sure if he can even hear you.

"Yes," comes his immediate response, though. "I feel this, too. You…" Damian stops there, his voice faltering in that way that means he's stepped into unknown emotional territory and he's only realizing now that his feet are firmly planted there. You lift your head to look at him suspiciously and he smooths your hair back with gentle touches - a loving diversion that you're familiar with.

"Damian," you say softly. "Tell me." There's an importance there that's making your words heavy - your relationship with Damian, built on so many years of hatred and bloodshed, relies now on this openness that you're asking for. It's your loyalty to this that keeps the two of you together, that helped you move past the sworn enemies that you once were and towards this - something better, something softer. Home, Damian often calls it - this love that you two share.

He thinks of this now as he stares at you, weighing his words heavily in his mind. He's still so unsure, in many of the ways he knows you are, as well.

"I… do feel like this," he says carefully, pulling his hands into his lap so that they can grasp onto each other tightly - a stoney alternative to fidgeting. "I feel this with Father and the others. It seems to come very easily to them, living normal lives and loving and looking out for one another normally. Over the years that I've spent here, that feeling has grown smaller and less significant, but I'd be lying if I said I never feel it at all anymore."

"But they're not the only ones who make you feel that way," you say quietly, a sombre ache in your voice. Damian inwardly curses how well you know him and feels his heart drop as you look up at him with furrowed brows and pained eyes. "Am I still hurting you, Dames?"

"No," he rushes to say, his hands moving to cup your face so fast you huff out a breath of surprise. "No, my love, you don't… that's not what I mean. I do feel this way with you, sometimes, but to no fault of yours. You're… good. You are the goodness I feel I don't deserve, beloved." Damian thinks he should at least be grateful that his words have swept the pained look off your face, but your current expression leaves him shifting in his seat, instead, your brows shooting up and your mouth open in disbelief.

"Oh…" you say slowly. "Oh. I hadn't… I'd never thought of it like that."

"Sometimes I think of what it would have been like without you," Damian continues, leaving your mind to spin at his words. "If the prophecy hadn't existed… if you hadn't existed. I don't think I would've gotten here. I don't think I would've gotten this goodness." The last part of his confession is quiet, his eyes trained on the floor as you stare at him. His feet shift over the rug there and he thinks back to when the two of you bought it, a mark of the domesticity that neither of you realized you'd craved so much with each other until you'd gotten it.

"I think you would have," you say softly. "There's goodness in you, Damian. There always has been. Even back then… you had good in you." You reach your hand over to his, prompting him to loosen the white-knuckled grip he has on his pajama pants and intertwine his fingers tightly with yours, instead.

"If my goodness is inherent then yours is, too, you know."

"I don't know about that," you huff at Damian's declaration.

"I do," he says firmly, his eyes boring into yours, mouth downturned in a show of stubbornness that you know well. You sigh, squeezing his hand in yours and leaning up to press a kiss to his forehead in a show of surrender, a we can argue about this tomorrow whispered against his skin. The furrow disappears from his brow at the action and he pulls you against him once more, wrapping his arms around you.

"Maybe we should go back to bed," you murmur, your face tucked against his neck. He hums in agreement and drops his own kiss to the crow of your head, letting you settle against him for a moment before he gently nudges you to your feet, keeping one hand tightly in yours as he leads you both back to your bedroom. Your eyes flicker over the interior of your shared home as you go, over the photos and artworks and all the things that make it home. By the time you get back to your bedroom and Damian is delicately getting you under the covers, tucking blankets around you and fluffing pillows, you're looking at him with a lovesick expression that makes him freeze.

"Beloved?" He says tentatively.

"I love you," you respond firmly. A smile stretches across Damian's face, a giddy boyishness flashing across his features that makes you soften. It's not a sight anyone is faced with very often, even you.

"I love you, too." His gentle words are muffled by him pressing his lips to yours, hands cupping your face the thumbs smoothing across your cheeks. "Inevitably."

"Inevitably," you repeat back, smiling against his lips. His reminder of how the two of you twisted a hateful rivalry into love and home and safety makes your heart thump against your ribcage, breath hitching as your eyes mist over. Damian smiles gently - knowingly, and you can't help but notice the rapid blinking of his own eyes, as well.

As he slips into bed beside you, turning to hold you in his arms, you consider the fact that maybe the two of you always were meant to end up like this. Maybe goodness really is inevitable.

#smsn.writes #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul #damian wayne al ghul #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne fluff #damian wayne fanfiction #damian wayne headcanon #damian wayne angst #damian wayne robin #robin x reader #robin x you #robin imagine

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brucewaynehater101 · 11 days

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Apologies if I'm remembering wrong but I recall you posting/reblogging a post of Tim being afraid for Damian after he became Robin, thinking Red Hood would redirect his ire to him

Let's expand on that, Damian finding out about all the horrible shit Tim went through and put himself through and beginning to dread being Robin more and more but not wanting to take it back because he doesn't want to add onto Tim's pain

((and also because giving up robin would make him look week, but that's just an excuse))

So Damian is wrecked with anxiety because when is the hammer gonna drop and he'll receive what Tim did?

And if Tim's inheritance is going to be his, that means inheriting all the labor he is endures when running Wayne Enterprises, and etc

And Damian—wrong as he is—thinking himself selfish for hoping Tim stays in the family just so the day he inherits his duties comes later

Damian bonding with Tim over pain the latter experienced and the former is certain he will as well

((and also imagine what will go through Damian's head if he were to find out Tim doesn't even consider himself an actual Wayne member and just a Placeholder to keep the family from crumbling to pieces like that other post, a Placeholder until Jason and Damian came))

((and suddenly his assassination attempts seem like all for nothing and even self-sabotage, woof))

Hello! It seems that there are two of my posts you're referring to here (which is super super cool). This is going to be a long post cause it inspired me to really look at their dynamic and explore it.

One post talks about how Tim became Red Robin and didn't choose another mantle. There's a few reasons for this (like not being able to step down from his role of helping Bruce), but the reason you're referring to is another theory of mine. Tim may be Red Robin to share the burden and pain being Robin entails. He doesn't want Damian to face it alone. By being Red Robin, he can shoulder some of the ire from Batman.

The other post has Tim, who signed himself up to being Jason's placeholder both in an out of the mask, seeing himself as worthless and temporary. Both of his roles, being Jason and being Robin, got filled by Jason and Damian later.

Now that we've got the background, I absolutely love your take on this. I will add a few fics that expand on this view, but I do want to talk about it more first.

Unfortunately, Damian is used to a lot of abuse before coming to live with the Waynes (I love good mom Talia, but training to be an assassin is still abuse. She could have good reasons, but it still hurt Damian). He probably felt that he needed to earn his place and fulfill his familial role as Robin. Even as he matures and heals a bit, he may be reluctant to let Robin go. That type of training and enforced dedication to family is not simple to let go (even from a purely emotional abuse standpoint without any of the physical abuse he likely endured [This can be another thing he shares with Tim and his reluctantance to let Red Robin go]).

Kids, like Damian, will see others in similar situations and try to avoid their fate.

What is more likely? Tim is just special in being a target of isolation and abuse, or that Damian could one day be treated the same?

There's a ton of interesting theories about roles within abusive families (my family was emotionally abusive fyi). The sad part is that some of the kids will follow the example of their parents and abuse their siblings. This is both because parents model behavior and as a survival technique to not become the scapegoat like that one sibling. Damian may have joined in on being verbally abusive for both of these reasons (as well as being an extremely traumatized kid lashing out).

As he grows older and gains perspective (as well as distance from his LoA days), he may reflect on his behavior and the treatment of Tim. Tim is also the closest in age to Damian. He might be around physically more than the other siblings (besides Duke). Perhaps Duke even points out the differential treatment. There's a lot of ways that the metaphorical ball could get rolling.

This could be where Damian starts to regret his actions toward Tim. It may start from a selfish place (which, survival is not selfish and being selfish isn't always bad) of Damian realizing the assassination attempts are self-sabotage (and I love this idea and reflection on Damian). This would then morph into a genuine relationship and reliance on Tim.

I imagine, with these circumstances, that Tim becomes an anchor and safe point for Damian. All of the siblings have varying effects on the others, but this would be separate from that. While Dick is Damian's harbor, Tim would be closer to a lighthouse protecting Damian from the rocky shoreline. Dick is a place to rest and heal. Tim is a warning and guide (feel free to reblog with how the other batkids would be with Damian or each other).

Continually, Damian wanting Tim to stick around the family for his own safety hurts like hell. This casts the older sibling guilt (of leaving your siblings behind in that damn house) in a younger sibling's shame. Depending on the age, the younger sibling might be angry the older left or ashamed they want to ask in the first place. As a middle child, that fucking hurts (my situation is a bit more nuanced than that, but fuck. Ow).

Anyways, tons of angst to explore there on both of their parts.

I sincerely hope that Damian gets a life outside of WE. I hope he at least has time to explore himself (and maybe get a different career) before ever taking up WE. Depending on Tim's role in WE, this may fuck him over. I would be down to read some fics that explore Tim struggling under WE (cause he was meant for the research labs and not meeting rooms) and his refusal to step down due to the pressure that would put on Damian's shoulders (I know Tim isn't actually CEO in canon, but it's good to explore how the expectation of taking up the family business affects sibling dynamics).

Fic rec time! All are on AO3

"Exit Strategy" by smilebackwards (Tim's plan to leave the Waynes creates the ability for Damian and Tim to bond [not that Damian knows this is the plan]. Hurt ensues).

"Taming a Baby Assassin" by nighttmr (Tim, after being notified that he's getting a younger sibling with Damian, decides he'll be a big brother regardless of the effort required).

"Some Common Ground" by Do_wa_diddy (Both Damian and Tim are used to cruel standards of training. The others do not understand this and try to limit how they train. This causes Tim and Damian to bond).

"Just Like the Movies" by faithms (Damian finds a flash drive of all the times Bruce has been horrible to Tim).

"The Study of Birds" by MaskoftheRay (Tim and Damian find a common interest in bird watching. It shows them slowly becoming closer despite the obstacles).

Last one:

"You'll Change Your Name or Change Your Mind (previous title: Tim Drake Learns to Set Boundaries)" series by samsamiam.

I wholeheartedly recommend this series. Basically, Tim sets boundaries for himself while offering Damian sanctuary (should the kid need). It becomes Tim protecting Damian even from Bruce. Very very very good.

#dc comics #dc universe #tim drake #damian wayne #damian wayne angst #tim and damian #tim drake angst #thank you for the ask!!!!

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magnoliasandarson · 2 months

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the heir to all and none (damian)

Damian was born the Heir to the Demon, with the blood of the Bat and the blood of the Demon roaring through his veins. He was born to be excellent, to lead the League into the future. It was his birthright, he had been told so from the moment he was born.

Then his mother told him the truth. Damian would never lead, would never ascend. He was a prized shell, a husk, a new skin for his grandfather. There would be no great glory for Damian al Ghul, there would be only sacrifice.

So he was sent to his father. The great detective, the one trained by the League and allowed to leave. But he already had an heir, he had no use for another. So Damian did what he had been trained to do since he could walk, he fought. He bloodied his hands and demanded his birthright- he would fight at his father's side.

Still, his father did not see him as a worthy heir. He granted him the privilege to train. As if he had not killed a man before his fifth name day, as if he had not been forged and honed into a weapon more deadly than any blade before being allowed to leave his mother's purview.

Then father vanished, leaving Richard to assume his post. At least Richard had the good sense to allow him to take his place as the right hand. But at the same time, Drake gained control over his father's business empire, leaving Damian standing in a ridiculous cape.

Even when Drake of all people managed to return father to his rightful place, Damian was shunted to the side. He was too violent, too rash. It rankled on his soul. At some point, he could not determine exactly when, it all became too much. There could never be glory for Damian Wayne, there would only be sacrifice.

He had been born a prince, Damian al Ghul, heir to the Demon. That had been a farce.

He had been born a secret, Damian Wayne, son of the Bat. That had been a role he was unfit for.

In the end he was what? Twice an heir, twice cast away. A shame to both names and both legacies, for there would be no glory for Damian, only sacrifice.

#dc comics #dc universe #batman #robin #damian wayne #damian al ghul #damian wayne angst #batfam #tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #ras al ghul

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certifiedredhoodlover · 5 months

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Only love can hurt like this

Damian Wayne x fem!reader request by: @rossy1080

TW: angst, Damian being a bit mean, Damian hiding his hero identity, kind of sad ending (sorry not sorry).

Damian knew he was making the worst decision of his life. He did. But he also knew you would be safer this way. Away from him. Not knowing who he truly is .

There you were now in front of him, trying to look tough. The tears in your eyes were visible and it broke his heart even more. He didn’t say anything,just stood there waiting for you to say something.

“I don’t understand..” you whispered confused about his sudden change in his feelings. Everything was going perfectly smoothly in your relationship. Why would he want to break up? Did he find someone better?

You watched him as he stood there looking at you with his usual blank stare, waiting for him to say something back. To explain to you what was the true reason for his decision. But he just stood there..

“Don’t you love me anymore..?” You asked defeated. “Answer me!” You screamed hitting his chest. But he just kept looking at you with a pained expression on his face.

I do. I really fucking do. My love for you is undeniable my dear. He wanted to scream. To tell you what’s going on. Why he was truly doing this. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t put you in such danger. It’ll kill him if anything happened to you.

So he just turned his back to you and made his way to the door, not making an effort to say anything back to you. He couldn’t bear looking at you when you were in such state. When he knew he made you like this.

And you just watched him. Watched him leave with tears streaming down your face. And when the door closed behind him, you collapsed. You felt empty inside like something was missing. Your sobs could be heard all around the house.

And he could hear them as well. Still standing outside the door, listening to your pained sobs, knowing he was the reason you were in such pain.

Finally gathering himself up, he left. Leaving you, the one person that truly understood him, the one person that was always there for him, that loved him.

[This actually made me emotional no joke but here is the request! I hope it lived up to your standards.]

#dc x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #robin x reader #damian wayne x female reader #damian wayne angst #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne fanfiction

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heylosers06 · 5 months

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Redraw!!!!! THIS TOOK ME FOREVER BUT I LOVE IT

The original comic panel is at the end ❤️

I love love love Damian and his pets! This comic with him and Goliath really tugs at the heartstrings 💕

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nightwolf14292 · 9 days

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Damian Wayne Appreciation Post??

To be honest, I don't really understand why some people dislike Damian so much? To be fair, the only comic I've read about him is Batman: Son of Batman, but from that one alone, I just don't get it. I mean I read on the wiki that he was pretty hard on Dick when Dick was acting as Batman, but I haven't read that myself (Also it makes sense, he was grieving the supposed death of his father, of course he wouldn't take kindly to Dick pretending to be Bruce/Batman)

But really, it seems like Damian(in this comic at least), just wants to make his parents proud and be useful.

And yeah, he beheaded the Spook and beat up Tim(/not as badly Alfred), but like he says, it's how he was taught!

He did what he did, because in the League of Assassins you fought to move up the ranks. He beat up Tim, because if Tim was a League member, this would've been common practice. Him beating up his 'rival' member, to take their higher rank. But even after beating Tim up, he makes it obvious that he just wants to be of use to Bruce. This is also why he killed the Spook, because in the League there was certainly not a 'no kill' rule, and in his mind, killing the Spook means the Spook can't hurt anyone else.

And yeah, if I was Damian and I was being almost killed in training sessions and then being hooked up to weird machines and rejuvenated with what is probably water from the Lazarus Pit (I mean, it's glowing green water so that's what I assume), which supposedly messes with people's minds and the rates in which they heal/age, I'd probably act the same way.

At the end of the day, he's still somewhat of a normal kid. Here's him asking his mom to look at the cool thing he's doing, like a kid wanting their mom to look at a drawing they made:

And here's him just wanting to live a life with both Bruce and Talia as a family, not wanting to choose, sort of like your average kid with 'divorced' parents:

All in all, yeah, Damian has flaws. All good characters do! But I don't think that warrants people to hate him, though. But, at the end of the day, everybody has their own opinions so it's okay if you don't like him, these are just my thoughts!

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froggyfics · 8 months

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Strangers

People can go from people you know to people you don’t.

This can be read from the point of view of either a romantic or platonic relationship. However, I think this is even more heartbreaking if you read it from a platonic relationship perspective, because sometimes friendship breakups are sometimes just as hard :(

I know Damian Wayne stans will come for me on this one, but I can’t help it! I feel like his personality would definitely hurt some feelings and cause problems in some relationships.

The summary is from Selena Gomez’s song “People You Know”, which I think perfectly describes this fic!

Feedback is always appreciated. Feel free to message me privately or comment below to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome!

Pairing: Damian Wayne x gn!reader

Theme: Angst

Word Count: 1,567

You stop dead in your tracks. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Was that really him?

You squint slightly, examining him further. You instantly regret squinting though, because it only solidifies your hypothesis. It only confirms a recently acquired fear. A fear of seeing him in public. Up close. Alone.

It's funny how seeing Damian used to bring you so much joy, but now, it brings you bone-chilling dread.

Your breathing becomes abnormal. Sweat starts to precipitate in your palms and feet. Your heart skips a beat or two.

What should you do? Should you continue in the direction that you were originally going in? Should you break out into a run? Do you keep your head down? Do you turn around? Should you wish for a black hole to swallow you up and spit you out anywhere else in this universe? Anywhere but here? Anywhere where Damian Wayne isn’t.

His head was slightly down, as he walked with one hand in his pocket and the other scrolling through his phone. He hasn’t noticed you yet, but he was coming towards you. It would only be a matter of moments before the two of you be mere inches from one another.

You shook your head in an attempt to get out of your trance. You knew that if Damian saw you in that moment, you would look like a deer in headlights. And then he would know. He would know in that moment that he still had an effect on you. He would know with just one look at your face that you were still hurting. He would know that you still thought of him. He would know that your heart was still broken. And if Damian knew all this, that would mean that he won. And you would be damned if you ever let Damian win again.

It sounds childish to say, but having a relationship with Damian was like playing a game. Except you didn’t realize it was a game until your relationship disintegrated. You didn’t even know the rules, but Damian did, and he made sure that he changed those rules whenever it was convenient for him. That’s what being with Damian was like. His early childhood with his grandfather, Ras Al-Ghul, and his mother, Talia, primed him to be the next in line for the League of Assassins. This only inflated Damian’s ego, making him innately believe that he was truly better, stronger, faster, and smarter than everyone else. His father eventually was able to deflate his arrogance slightly, but being the child of billionaire and greatest detective alive Bruce Wayne further confirmed Damian’s belief that he was someone special. He was still better, stronger, faster, and smarter than most other people. He was meant for greater things.

All that might be true. Damian is a very special person. He may very well be a more well-rounded human than 99% of the population. Most people in his life catered to his every whim. Most people didn’t care to discipline him or teach him a lesson in kindness. Bruce, Alfred, and other people in the bat-family tried their best to steer him in the right direction. But ultimately, people just excused his behavior because…well, he’s Damian! And Damian is just special, and he doesn’t face the consequences of his actions like most other people do.

So, if other people couldn’t set him straight, why did you think you could? Why didn’t you let him continue using you as a doormat? Why couldn’t you just take it like everyone else?

It’s because you loved him and saw his potential. Not his potential as a crime-fighting superhero, or a super genius, or a businessman. You knew it was in him. You knew he had the ability to soften up. You’ve seen it with your own eyes before. The kindness he exhibited towards animals was unlike anything you’ve ever seen. His ability to connect with other life forms that were considered “lesser than” humans was unbelievable. You saw how he cared for his family and friends by showing up when they needed him. You even saw how he secretly waved and smiled at babies and toddlers whenever he thought no one was looking at him.

But you eventually became emotionally, mentally, and physically exhausted. Resentment began to build up. Every argument had to end with Damian triumphing over you. His word always mattered more than yours. His opinions were more important. He was always right, and you were always wrong. The last time you saw him was the night when things permanently changed. You would never forget his stone-cold expression as you cried for him, begging him to change. Begging him to treat you the way you wanted to be treated. You were pleading with him to show you some mercy from his harsh criticism and unwanted advice. You poured your heart out to him about how you were hurting so bad it felt like you couldn’t even breathe around him. You cried like you never cried before, bawling like a baby, wishing that he would scoop you up in his arms and whisper apologies in your ear. You wished that he would make promises to treat you like the fragile object you were.

What good did your outburst do? It only led to the end of you and Damian as you knew it. The two of you hadn’t spoken since then. You’ve seen glimpses of each other on social media, and caught each other’s glances at a few mutual gatherings. But now is the first time the two of you didn’t have the luxury of hiding behind screens or friends.

You wanted to walk past him with an air of confidence, as if Damian was any other person. A stranger. Someone you never shared secrets with. Someone you never laughed with. Someone who never had a piece of your heart. Someone who didn’t infiltrate your thoughts almost daily. Seeing Damian in person brought buried memories to the forefront of your brain. Both good memories, and bad ones.

You felt like your feet were glued to the floor. But you had to move. You had to continue walking forward.

He got closer and closer. You gulped audibly. Your eyes began to water. Not because you were sad. Or mad. No, of course not. Your eyes were watery because you couldn’t blink. Or at least that’s what you deluded yourself in thinking in your frozen state.

His eyes were still glued to his phone. He was walking closer and closer. Your feet felt like they weighed tons. Your breathing became so erratic that you thought you would pass out. Your ears were ringing, the world around you was muffled. The only sounds you could hear were that of your own heart beating and his steady footsteps.

You were still frozen just as he nearly brushed your shoulder. He was so close you could see just about every vein and artery on his neck. Your eyes widen exponentially as you see his green eyes travel from his phone to your shoes, to your knees, to your waist, to your collarbone, and finally, to your eyes. You two lock eyes for the briefest moment, but it felt like an eternity to you. He caught you in your flustered state, with your shocked eyes, red face, and mouth gaping open. But Damian doesn’t stop walking for a single millisecond.

Just as you began to register what was happening, the moment quickly ends. He blinks and returns his gaze to his phone. Your jaw drops open. He knew who you were. He recognized you. And he still walked past you without so much as a hello. But that didn’t matter to Damian. You were someone that he didn’t know anymore.

Anger ravages through your body. Tears threaten to leak down your face. Your hands form fists and you began to shiver as your icy hot fury spreads like an infection to your entire body. You weren’t even sure why you were so hurt. Didn’t you want to ignore him anyways? Why did it matter that he did the same to you?

Just as soon as the anger covers your body, it dissipates and is replaced by overwhelming melancholy. You knew why it hurt you. It hurt because this was once Damian, your Damian. You secretly hoped every single day that Damian would swoop back into your life, with a grand apology and promises of kindness. With every step that he took farther and farther away from you, you realize that your hope was shattered. Because Damian was never really your Damian anyways. It was your own fantasy version of him. No matter how much you wanted him to change, Damian had to make the decision to change for himself. In just a few short seconds, you realize that there was no one to really be angry with but yourself. Damian showed you who he was unapologetically. You chose to blind yourself to indulge in your imagination. You chose to let him treat you like that. You had only yourself to blame for being so naive.

You watch as his form becomes smaller and smaller as he walks away from you. As far as you can tell, he was completely unaffected seeing you. It was almost as if you two never existed. You let out a chuckle as you allow just one tear to escape. You gave yourself just one tear, before you inhale deeply for what felt like the first time in years. You then continue to walk, away from Damian, and away from your past. Who knows? Maybe you two will reunite in the future. Or maybe you two will forever continue walking past each other like you two were always strangers.

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x gn!reader #damian wayne x gender neutral reader #damian wayne angst #damian wayne x you #dc comics

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whaleteeths-blog · 3 months

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Thinking about how Great Danes only live for 8-10 years and Titus is already 4

#damian wayne #batfam #batman #batfamily #damian al ghul #comics #damian wayne angst #dc comics #dc universe #damian fanart #titus

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wakkoroni · 9 months

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Some Damian angst as a headcanon for the soul

Damian being really excited to tell his family something about something he learned during his deep dives in school (he just wants to infodump) and all of this family just doesn’t care. Like mixed replies from

“I’m busy, tell me later”

“Are you trying to teach me something?”

“If I cared I would’ve taken the class myself”

And then other responses that just humor him and listen or at least pretend that they listen, but I mean Damian wasn’t looking for anyone to listen he just wanted to talk about it. He got the gist that no one cares so he’ll text Jon or write about it in his notes app.

I feel like Alfred would listen and actively listen while he’s doing house chores. Damian will help him while talking and Alfred will ask him questions and Damian will answer and it’s a whole conversation rather than a one-sided talk

Until Alfred is gone (idk if he’s gone as in dead or on vacation) and Damian has no one to talk to

#this is definitely not me projecting #the vibe speaks #vibe headcanons #damian wayne headcanon #damian wayne angst #batfam #batfam is busy so can you really blame them?#damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #y’all ever get the feeling of wanting to talk/rant and then realize no one gives a fuck and it’s like well… oh

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kbirbpods · 4 months

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Text & Podfic by @kbirbpods in one post!

Words: 835 Audio Length: 8 minutes, 58 seconds

Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne

(Most Important) Tags: Generational Trauma, Introspection, Bruce Wayne is not a good parent, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Feels Like a Failure, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Damian Wayne Hates Himself Actually, Bruce Wayne Feels Like a Burden, Mental Health Issues, Angst

Summary:

Four Robins and the feeling of failure. One Bat and the realization he might have instilled it in them.

#batfam fic #batfam fan fic #batfamily #batfam podfic #batman fic #vignette #jason todd angst #dick grayson angst #damian wayne angst #tim drake angst #bruce wayne angst #voiceteam mystery box #vtmb 23 #taylor swift #midnights #you're losing me #kbirb pods #kbirb writes

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fishfrommars · 11 months

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What happens after Dick dies in this AU?

Immediate aftermath: Dami has a downward spiral. And Batman...realizing he can't take care of him as the Bat, takes care of him as his father instead.

Batman: Shadow. Whose blood is that?

Shadow: what does it matter? They're not dead.

Batman: yet. Shadow. How long will it be? Before you go back to the old way of doing things? Before you let your anger consume you again? Not very much longer I'm guessing.

Shadow: ...

Bruce: Damian

Shadow: (drops katana)

Bruce: I've got you, kiddo.

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morgansunflower · 1 year

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Brother Don't Cry

Jason Todd X Wife! Al Ghul! Wayne! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language and angst.

Words:1258

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V. Good mom Talia! Bad grandparent/dad Ra's al Ghul

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

Damian finds something in Jason's house that breaks his heart.

Damian was trying to find something to blackmail his brother but he never felt more infuriated upon finding something else. Did Todd keep it as a souvenir? What no one truly understood except for Y/N, was when he came into his father's care. His anger was rooted in grief and her distance was heartbreak. Damian wondered if the mask belonged to Jason meaning.. Maybe, no! He can't be the same man. He holds the helmet mask close to his heart. He closes his eyes remembering his guard. His protector.. His brother. He remembered crying at night after a terrible nightmare. The masked man came into his room and held him. He would softly sing the same song his mother did. He had saved his life many times. He bandaged his wounds with much care. He held him up high when he needed him. The hooded man gave him courage. He had no name but Damian recognized the mask. The mask he touched when he was born. He believed he died, now he was certain he truly was. Todd had to pay. He runs with the mask, to the Bat-cave. He sees Todd talking with Y/N.

"fuck" Jay cursed seeing his little brother holding THAT...

Damian throws it to Jason with all his strength. Jason catches it, remembering when Damian was a so much smaller. When Damian cared about him and looked up to him. This is not how he wanted Damian to find out.

Damian shouts to him "YOU KILLED HIM!! YOU MONSTER!!!"

"kid" his heart drops having Damian call him such a terrible thing that word word had kept him up at night, it scared him. He really didn't want his family to know.

Damian takes his sword looking for a fight. He was heartbroken.

"Damian!" Bruce scolded.

"stay the hell out of this B" Jason coldly said.

Of course Talia had to be currently reading in her room blissfully unaware her son's were currently about to fight.

"he has to pay! He killed him!" Damian accused with rage

"Little D calm down" Dick said, confused by what was going on.

"Damian that's not true!" Y/N told her brother

"you're lying to me!" Damian shouted to his sister "you have forgotten about him sister but I won't!" Damian nearly screamed with deep emotion.

Damian runs ignoring the shouts for him to stop. Jason sighed defeatedly.

Jason yells in perfect Arabic "enough, Damian!!" Damian stops mid step, Jay continued shocking everyone but Y/N ".. It's me, I never died.. It's me little brother" Jason had lost his temper and knew deep down it was the only way to calm Damian down.

Damian knew that tone from a very distant memory. He drops the blade. It was really him. He felt so much joy that he was alive but, he lied to him. He betrayed him, he left him. Damian feels his eyes shaking. Grayson tried to understand what the hell was going on..

"you're not my brother" Damian cried looking at Jason with so much heartbreak it made Jason's gut turn into knots.

"brother" Jason said in Arabic again..

"you have no right to speak to me!" Damian shouted back in the same language his brother was speaking and then stormed off.

Y/N reaches to touch Jason's shoulder but he moved back shaking his head. This was his fault.

"Jason" she mumbled softly seeing her loves heartbreak

"just please don't right now" he begged to his wife walking away.

Talia rubbed Damian's crying face as he laid his head in her lap. She remembered the day he left. Jason had went to Gotham without a goodbye to face her beloved. Y/N was heartbroken. Damian cried most nights missing his protector. She wanted so desperately to take them all away from her father but.. The pit changed much of his judgment to that of a ruthless, loveless assassin.. It wasn't until Batman came to them defeating Ra's in a fight that he then kept them safe under his care. With Talia they rekindled their love. Y/N confronted Red Hood, her beloved with so much anger it ripped his heart in two. Though in time she forgave him. Now Damian was trying to forgive him, though right now he just wants to cry in his mother's arms. Bruce opened his bedroom door to see his beautiful wife in her elegant dark green night dress. Talia sat on the bed, whilst Damian was sound asleep still resting on her legs. He had fallen into deep slumber after crying for a few hours.

"I was under the impression that they were not acquainted with each other" Bruce said searching for answers.

"that couldn't be farther from the truth. Jason's memory took much time to return. In the meantime he protected Damian with his life and loved Y/N with his heart" Talia takes a deep breath "once Jason remembered his past, I could do very little to help him... I know well guilt kept him from bidding us Farewell.. He needed to face his pain alone"

Over 2 weeks went by, Damian could barely stand to be around Jason. He was still upset he had left and never confessed the truth to him. Jason returned from patrol to go workout in the mini gym that was in his house. Y/N walked in wearing her robe over her sleepwear with her red slippers.

"Jason what are you doing?"

He lifts the weight "I'm not in the mood to sleep"

"you've been like this for 9 days Jay. You won't talk to me! Just.. Please at the very least come to bed with me" she pleaded

He sighed never able to tell her no. He go's to take a shower alone. Y/N laid in their bed waiting for Jason to join her. He put on his clothes and then laid in bed with her. She rest her head on his chest. He had to talk to her... He began to rub her face with his knuckles.

"I knew if I told Damian I was leaving he would have hated me. He wouldn't be able to understand my rage.. I.. I couldn't bring myself to face either of you. I was hoping we could start over, that part of me could be forgotten.. I was so fucked up then...."

"you are so much to Damian you are his brother. He loves you. I know you needed time to heal, just give him time to heal"

Jason kisses her and wraps his arms around her. He inhaled deeply laying his head in her neck. She always made everything better. She made it easier to breathe. Jason then realized how to get through to his baby brothers wall. He felt stupid for not thinking of it sooner. He decided to give it to him during the weekend dinner at the Manor. Damian went to his room after quickly finishing his food. He finds his old leather notebook. He thought that it disappeared years ago. He opens finding very old drawings he drew when he was little. Then a few Jason had drawn with him. He remembered it disappeared during the same time Jay did. Damian sighs heavily as his hands shake. Jason really did care about him.

"go ahead and accuse me of being a thief but half of them are mine any--" Jason stammered as Dami ran to embrace him, Jason's chest heavies "H-hey don't cry" he softly laughs

"shhhhhut up" he cried "we both know you're the emotional one"

#Jason Todd X Reader #Jason Todd X Wife! Reader #Damian Wayne angst #Good mom Talia #Angst #Au #Damian Wayne and Jason Todd net in the league of assassin's #Fluff #Forgiveness #Crying #Batfamily #Arabic

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