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I Hate You, Be My Girlfriend: The Finale (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Word Count: Way too long (jk it's about 7267)

Warnings: Minor cussing

Summary: After a fight with Damian, you realize you have to come to terms with the fact that he doesn't love you, until something comes along and makes you realize he might.

France was even more gorgeous than you had expected it to be. Google images regrettably did not do the country justice and neither did your phone, but that didn’t stop you from snapping as many pictures and videos as you could in order to preserve the memory.

Yet, despite all of the wonderful scenery and the fantastic food and the exceptional people, the best part - hands down - had to be waking up in the arms of Damian fucking Wayne for the past few days. The first night - and subsequently the following morning - you were neatly tucked into his side at an arm’s reach away. It was a warm but hesitant touch, a subtle ask for something more. Days passed and suddenly instead of the tentative touch you woke up to, you found yourself sprawled out on Damian’s bare chest with his arms tightly wrapped around you.

As if he was as desperately in love with you, the small cavernous side of your mind echoed. The thought was quickly shaken away. Despite Damian becoming more affectionate, his attitude remained like a stubborn piece of gum glued to a shoe. No matter how many times he held the warmth of your hand or gave you a gentle smile, it never seemed anything more than to save face and - at most - simple kindness. That did not ease the drumming ache of your heart, and you could only beg to the most benevolent Gods that he couldn’t hear it while he held you.

The morning beams leaked out of the windows of the hotel room, spraying you both with warmth. A husked groan escaped Damian’s lips, his head tilting to escape the blinding light. Most of his raven morning hair fell flat without the immense gel he used with some strands sticking up. His glazed-over gaze caught yours, the hazy emerald color melting into your own, making you feel naked in a snowstorm.

“How do you always end up sprawled out all over me by the morning?” He mumbled, tugging at the silk sheets to cover more of his body.

“You’re the one cuddling me, Dami.” You quickly pointed out, loving the way he casually rolled his eyes but didn’t let go.

“How dare you, I refuse to call this cuddling.”

“Then what would you like to call this?” You pouted.

Damian began to draw soft circles and other miscellaneous shapes into your skin, his hands slightly calloused for inexplicable reasons. Being this close to him, you could make out the constellations of scars scattered along his body, the feathered birthmark near his collarbone that almost resembled a bird, the slight tint of crimson darkening his cheeks. It was weird being this close to your crush and part of you was close to pinching yourself to wake up from this fantasy.

“Why does this need a name? I feel like that would ruin the rapport of it, don’t you think?” He questioned gently. His hardened eyes studied you, analyzing your reaction. Damian could probably see the way your eyes widened - could feel the quickening of your heart as it pumps blood to your face as it nodded in agreement. But if he did hear or notice any of those things, he didn’t mention it. He simply stared down at you.

“I um…” You gulped. “Are you excited for the bachelor party? You’ll get a break from me for once.” You let out a yawn, rolling off Damian’s chest and taking the blankets with you. Despite it being Summer time in France, the early mornings were not kind.

“Meh, not really.” Damian groaned and got up along with you to presumably get his clothes for the day. “I think I’m beginning to enjoy your company and I really don’t feel like being at a bar for five hours listening to my brothers act like Neanderthals.”

You failed to hold back your laughter listening to Damian continue to complain about his family. Even when it came to minor things like this, Damian always argued with immense zeal. It had to be a double edged sword, both one of his greatest strengths and one of his greatest faults.

Your heart fluttered at this idea - well, not of the idea itself - but because of the meaning behind it. You were getting closer to Damian, he wanted your company. Compared to a few weeks ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of even being close to your vicinity but now everything has changed.

But as soon as that glimpse of hope burst in, it popped instantly. This was all just a game to Damian, a façade he has put on to not show any weaknesses to his family. What was going on between you - the cuddling, hand holding, and soft kisses - was not anything special like how you dreamed. It was merely an act, the same one he would use at galas or any other public events. None of this meant anything to him because he didn’t love you.

The thoughts continued to get worse and worse, the idea of Damian being affectionate because it meant nothing killed your mood. Suddenly, a bachelorette party didn’t seem as fun anymore even if it was in Bordeaux. Looking back at the bed, it seemed way more comfortable than it did prior, but then you remembered the way Damian held you and another rush of regret seeped its way into your pores.

You scolded yourself for letting this get to you. Afterall, you knew from the very beginning that there was a high probability of you getting hurt. You were so swept up by the projected romance that you forgot that this was real life; Damian wouldn’t fall in love with you and after the wedding is over, he will most likely go back to avidly hating you.

“Are you okay?” You turned behind you, catching the sight of Damian who had pulled on a tight forest green sweater and dark gray slacks all complimented with a black coat. He had worn these kinds of clothes before, so you wonder why your heart is beating faster than ever.

You clutched your clothes tighter in your grasp. “I-I’m fine…”

Damian squinted his eyes. It was obvious he didn’t believe what you told him. “Are you sure? You seem so…finicky this morning.”

You swiftly tried to escape the conversation, trying to hurry your way to the bathroom to change. “I guess I’m just a little nervous for the wedding. There’s going to be a lot of people so…”

Damian’s hand cut you off from entering the bathroom. “Tell me what’s actually going on.”

Fine. If he was being stubborn you may as well be too. “Why do you care all of a sudden? I thought you didn’t like me much.”

You tried to play off the comment as a half joke, thinking that he would laugh along with you. You weren’t expecting the borderline horrified look he gave you instead. His eyebrows knit in confusion and his jaw tightened, giving you enough time to slightly move his hand and enter the bathroom and change.

“Why do you keep thinking I hate you?” Damian’s voice was outside the doorway. His voice sounded like he accidentally stepped on his dog’s foot or his cat’s tail. Again, you weren’t expecting this reaction. Was he not the one who said he hated you? Did he not relentlessly tease you whenever you talked?

“What, are you saying that you don’t?”

“Yes. That is exactly what I am saying. Don’t be a fucking idiot.” This time, his voice seemed more agitated as if it was a ridiculous thought to have. A cloud of confusion permeated through your mind, refusing to leave and causing you to go silent. What were you supposed to say to that? Was this not a contradiction to how he acted 98 percent of the time you knew him?

Damian was standing a few feet away when you walked out. “Of course, you’re just going to act like an immature baby about things.” He stepped closer to you with an all too familiar glare. “What is the problem? We were fine a few minutes ago.”

“I don’t understand you, Damian! One minute you are charming and nice, and then the next you sling insults at me!” You snapped. “And then you act surprised when I assume you hate me?”

The intense glare you received made your skin crawl. His mouth opened once, twice, only to quickly shut. For the first time since you knew him, he was speechless.

“It’s not like you actually love me.” You continued, voice quieter and abnormally cold.

You attempted another laugh but it came off sounding like a sad sob. It was a last resort to cover up the pain you felt, a nervous tick, a bad habit. Laughing was easier than admitting how much rejection hurt. It felt like being shoved into an operating chair and having a knife rip you apart until there was nothing left. Not even hope for a miracle.

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Damian could not believe his ears; he wasn’t sure if he wanted to break down into tears or scream in a furious rage. The latter seemed more tempting. You looked like a wounded puppy, like he had kicked you and left you out on the street during a cold winter to starve.

“I…what?” He stuttered.

It’s not like you actually love me…

The words sounded so disdainful…so frigid, the exact opposite of your optimistic personality. It startled him, left him scrambling for a reason - a reason for why it hurt, a reason for why you were hurt, a reason why this was happening in the first place.

It was ridiculous, really. Damian had fought against hundreds of villains with only his sword and his brain. If it weren’t for his wits and natural skill, he would have been long dead and buried six feet under. So why, why was it that he failed to properly articulate what he wanted to say to you?

Never in his life did Damian regret his actions more than he did now. The way your eyes sparkled with tears, how your hands crossed your chest and your legs shaked - he wanted nothing more than to be the one who comforted you, to make up for the way he treated you. Alas, he failed to actually say what was on his mind.

“You don’t actually love me.” You repeated, once again trying to laugh, but he can tell it wasn’t sincere. “That is the whole joke of this situation.”

“Shut up, Y/n. You don’t even know what you are talking about.” He said, although he wasn’t really sure why. For most of the time he knew you, he assuredly did not love you at all. He would swear by it. Other than his love for animals and the cursed blood that pumped through him, you were one of the few constants he had in his life. Every single time he saw you he got lightheaded and felt like he was under some watered down version of Joker’s laughing gas, but now that he was forced to be near you, he had grown to enjoy the feeling you gave him. It became something he would willingly flight for.

Whilst he wasn’t sure why, Damian wanted you more than anything; more than his father’s cowl, more than a pet turtle named Michelangelo, more than a cookie from Alfred.

“I mean, it’s true. You would never love someone like me, not in a hundred years.”

And there it was. The same stomach churning feeling he got whenever he did something overtly terrible to you. It made him want to take a dagger and plunge it into his heart, maybe that would stop the terrible ache it gave.

“But what if I did?” Damian blurted. “What if I really, truly did and I was just a dumbass and didn’t realize it before. Is it really impossible for you to believe that I might?”

“Well…” You took a step back, and then another, eyes twitching and breath heavy. “T-that…that wouldn’t…it wouldn’t…”

Damian noticed how you were on the verge of crying, with your lip trembling and fingers fraying the sides of your sweater. It irritated him; all of this was because of his behavior, because he was not enough, because he couldn't unravel the strange feelings that lingered in his gut.

“Why are you crying?” He immediately bit his lip, realizing how harsh that sounded. What he meant to say was Why aren’t you smiling at me? What can I do to make you smile?

You grabbed the key card for the shared room off the table, wiping away the few tears that slid across your cheeks. “Doesn’t matter…” You replied. “Let’s just ignore that this conversation happened and get breakfast.”

Despite wanting to say so much more - to argue about how it was unfeasible for him to hate you - all Damian could do was exhale and follow you to the breakfast area.

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Breakfast was an absolute disaster. Considering that this was the first argument you and Damian had, it managed to ruin the mood for a majority of the afternoon. The rest of his family could tell that there was some sort of miscommunication between the two of you as well. The frequent jokes and remarks you two made were replaced with depressing silence and forlorn glances.

Damian still could not grasp the idea of you thinking he hated you. He was determined to make it up to you since he now considered your opinion of him of the utmost importance, but no matter how many times he attempted to apologize you would shoot him down. He couldn’t even tell if you were angry with him since you just stared at him with those sad abused puppy dog eyes that always seemed to be a blink away from shedding tears.

It boggled him, absolutely infuriated him to the point where he accidentally snapped at his older siblings and Alfred (who he later apologized to). The idea of him loving you raced through his mind numerous times; the proposal of it felt like greeting an old friend. It was surprising how he was not opposed to the idea in the slightest.

All Damian could think of were the times you were kind to him and saw through him like he was a transparent ghost and how he retaliated with rudeness. He allowed himself to wonder if the whole situation would have been different if he had been kinder to you, only to realize that the likelihood of you being present with him now would be near improbable if he had been.

He cursed under his breath in his mother’s tongue as he often did when he was this upset. It was one of the only few comforts he had at the moment. There were no animals he could hold and pet, no canvases to illustrate his emotions, no criminals to punch into a reddened smoothie. He only had you but he was not sure how he could approach you again. Preferably it would have been tonight but you were both dragged respectively to a bachelor/bachelorette party.

The loud music and excited chatter of his family at the circus themed bar only proved to worsen Damian’s mood. The beating lights that bounced to the music and the steady flow of acrobatic men and women who somersaulted sent Damian’s mind into a dizzying blur. The whoops and cheers next to him did not make his situation any better. He couldn't care less. As important as this night was for Dick, he would have preferred to not be there at all.

“What’s got you scowling like that, lil D?” Dick yelled across the huge bar table, his face flushed and eyes dilated to the point where the ocean in them expanded into a black sea.

“He’s having girl issues, Dick!” Tim remarked. “He probably said something really shitty to Y/n and has no idea how to say sorry.”

“Hey, I-”

“No fighting at my bachelor party!” Dick slurred. He turned back to him. “What happened, buckaroo?”

Damian cringed at the pet name. It seemed like alcohol reverted Dick back into the ancient youth he was while being Robin. “Don’t you dare call me that again, Grayson.”

“Come on, lil D! Let us help you, I am amazing with women!”

“That’s probably not the best thing to say, Dick.” Jason rolled his eyes. “Regardless, I do think the embarrassed look on Damian is amusing, so please continue.”

Everyone looked to Damian expectantly, all of them raising the iconic eyebrow learned from Alfred. It was a similar stare to the one you gave him, and the sudden thought of you sent another wave of goosebumps along his body, making him feel possessed.

Damian chose his words carefully. He could not just blatantly confess to forcing you into a fake relationship, nor could he ask for help when he didn’t know what to ask help with.

“I don’t think that I am showing enough…affection to Y/n and I…I think she is really hurt about it.” He managed to mumble. “I don’t know how to appease her.”

The stupefied look on his brothers face made his cheeks burn, his eyes furrowing in further annoyance. “Have you tried to flirt with her? Like, walking up to her and giving her a wink. Maybe saying a good pick up line or two with a devilishly sexy smirk?”

“I-” before Damian could argue, he realized that this was Dick he was talking to, and if anyone knew what they were talking about, it would be him. “Out of pure curiosity, what lines do you suggest? Flirting wise.”

The table groaned in unison. “God no, I’m not drunk enough for this.” Jason rolled his eyes. He gestured to one of the laced up women for another drink.

“Well, when Babs and I were still young I used a multitude of different ones.” Dick hiccupped, leaning against the wooden table with a wide grin. “Once I told her that I loved the new adjustments she made on the batgirl costume, but I said that it would look better on my floor. Oh! And there was this other time that I said she was so hot that my zipper was falling for her.”

Dick paused, looking up fondly to the tented color ceiling as if it were replaying those memories like a TV show rerun. It was at this time that Damian realized he should probably be taking notes; although he was confident in his memory, when it came to you, you always found a way to snatch away his words.

“The dirtier the pick up lines, the better!” Dick finished after snapping back into reality. “Oh, and you have to deliver it confidently. Confidence is super sexy! Eventually she’ll see how much you love her and want her if you do it enough.”

He hummed in affirmation, taking a few notes on his phone. Damian realized that the few pick up lines Dick used were so…dirty. Of course, Damian was not a prudish snob when it came to being dirty but the thought of being remotely dirty with you sent his mind once again spiraling like a rollercoaster. Imagining you…with your clothes on the floor…all for him…Holding you underneath the bed and finally kissing your honeyed lips…

The sound of Jason’s low, deep chuckle brought him back to focus. “What’s so funny, Todd?”

“Nothing, nothing. I just think Dick’s advice is absolutely terrible and he will probably realize that once he’s sober.” He turned to his younger brother with a look only the Devil could muster. “Plus, you are terrible at disguising your thoughts.”

“I don’t see you coming up with better advice.” He retaliated.

Jason shrugged and reclined back in his chair as he took another sip of his beer. “I think I’m having more fun laughing at how embarrassed you are. Oh, and don’t take that in a bad way - although I’m sure you will.”

“You are absolutely useless, Todd. I’m sure even Tim could offer better advice than that.”

The said brother tilted his head back with a tired indifference. “I’m lucky that Conner even loves me so I’m not sure I should be one to help. Have you tried to, I don’t know, show your appreciation by paying attention to every single detail of her life and memorizing it so that when asked, you know everything about her?”

There was a deathly pause, everyone at the table looking toward Tim. “That sounds utterly ridiculous…” Still, Damian hastily wrote it down in his notes anyway, just in case it proved to be useful. He doubted it though, since he knew almost everything about you like the back of his hand.

“It worked for me.” Tim said with yet another shrug. “Just make sure she doesn’t notice you doing it or else she will get really really weirded out.”

Damian wrote Watch her every move in his notes the same time a dark shadow stalked towards him. Looking up, Damian saw the tired yet content face of his father next to him, glancing at his phone.

“Sorry I’m late. I had to deal with another Killer Croc rampage.” His father’s voice was coarse and gruff with age, his chin clear of any stubble and his eyes an icy blue.

Dick stood up, his feet wobbly, to embrace Bruce. Although this was not a common occurrence, the two men embraced each other similar to how one would grasp a lifesaver. “I almost thought you wouldn’t come. I’m so glad you could make it, Dad.”

The two broke away almost as soon as it happened. “Good timing too. We’re all trying to help Damian with the girl he’s with.”

Damian’s face burned a bright crimson, matching the colors of the circus uniforms as they swayed by, giving him the appearance of drunkenness. He forced his cheeks to remain neutral despite the need to break out into a goofy smile at the mere mention of your existence.

Sitting down next to him, his father gave a thoughtful hum. “I’m not the best with women but-“

“Father, you have nothing to add to this conversation.” Bruce almost looked offended, frowning as he closed his mouth.

“That’s…fair.” He said eventually.

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It was really late at night when all the girls returned to Des Quinconces after the bachelorette party. Busy chatter filled the empty air with melodic excitement as the party filed into Barbara’s room. Everyone had decided to have a huge sleep over the night before the wedding, spurred on by Stephanie and a few of the newer arrivals. It was a sigh of relief to you, since you weren’t sure you could handle a meeting with Damian at the moment.

You were still visibly upset with the argument you had with Damian, and since you had spent this whole trip with him exclusively (and with very few meetings with his family since he was still paranoid they will catch on to the act), it was even worse being without him for this long. You already began to miss his witty comments and the friendly debates, but most of all, you missed the brief smile he gave you. Witnessing it was like finding a double rainbow after heavy rain or pinpointing a shooting star in the night sky. Without him, there were no double rainbows or shooting stars - just a gloomy night sky saturated in monochrome.

As the cluster of girls made their way up the stairs, you dragged behind like a fish poop, wondering how to salvage things with Damian before the trip was over. When expressing the problem to the rest of the group (albeit carefully so it doesn’t seem suspicious) they suggested a plethora of things ranging from making him jealous, giving him the silent treatment, and or seducing him. Despite being told by one of the girls, Kor’i, that she could probably find another guy for the scheme, it felt impossible to make Damian jealous when there was a multitude of prettier girls at the wedding.

Now that you’re thinking about it, it would be the perfect escape for him. If the two of you broke up during the trip he wouldn’t be questioned about you afterward. You were just a ragdoll after all, a puppet he could use for the sake of not being embarrassed by his family.

The image of Damian’s disappointed and heart-broken face reappeared in your mind. He looked so upset that you assumed he hated you, as if this whole trip was not a huge, perfectly photo-shopped picture. Was it because you were assuming the absolute worst of him?

Another idea crossed your mind: What if he loved you? What if you magically made him succumb to the same feelings he gave you?

Perhaps the reason why he was so hurt was because the tenderness he showed you was out of something close to love and your rejection of it angered him. Or perhaps this was you once again wishing for a miracle, hoping for something that would prevent you from the massive heartbreak you would undoubtedly endure.

Despite the earlier conversation pointing to the former, you just could not push aside the year or so of bickering that led to this moment. As you laid your head down for the night, you concluded that the best course of action was to stick with the original plan: Pretend to be Damian’s girlfriend until the trip is over. Once it is over, you may as well get over him as well. There was no use wishing for a miracle.

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The day of the wedding arrived with the breaking of an egg yolk, the sun peering over the horizon as if it too was not ready. Gathering whatever was left of your excited energy, you did your best to help Barbara and everyone else get ready. The whole room was a technicolor war zone with different colored dresses and materials scattered carelessly.

Stephanie and Cassandra took care of Barbara for the most part, assuring her that Dick wouldn’t walk out, giving you time to look for the dress you stored away for the event. Originally, Damian wanted to be there with you to pick out the dress so that it matched his, but you thankfully were able to keep it a surprise until now. Looking at it, a wave of bittersweetness washed over you, like the taste of dark chocolate melting on your tongue. You wondered if the dress was too bold, or if it would even fit you correctly without it making you look like an unfinished sketch.

Whatever it did, it was too late to turn back now.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror, trying to picture how Damian would react. You wanted a reason to look pretty, to try and attract and beguile him. Now it seemed like any other piece of clothing you owned, just with a bit more frills and lace. The magic was gone.

“Wow, you look beautiful!” Stephanie walked in with a grin, her perfect blonde hair curling like a lion’s mane. “I told Damian to wait for you downstairs, he looks pretty decent. We’ll meet you there.”

She winked, dragging you out of the bathroom and pulling you out of the door. “Stepha-”

Your fate was already sealed when the door slammed closed. You sighed, turning back around. Worry and hesitance consumed your body, eating away like moths to old fabric. Alfred was at the bottom of the stairs, seemingly talking to the youngest Wayne. At least he hadn’t noticed you yet; it made the 1,000 mile journey down more doable.

Taking one last gasp of air, you painted a happy expression on your countenance and trudged onward. It didn’t take long for Damian to notice you, he always did, the glimmer in his eyes drawing you in further.

He was smiling

No, wait…He was smirking at you.

“Ah, it is good to see you Miss L/n, right on time.” Alfred nodded at you then turned to Damian once more. “I trust you will keep our conversation in mind?”

“Of course.” When you were within reach, he extended his hand and palmed yours. Warmth flooded your senses. It only worsened when he brought your hand to his lips and planted a kiss that was as gentle as a bird’s wings.

His forest eyes connected with yours, and it was then that you noticed how amazing he was dressed. It was a normal black suit with a dark green undershirt, the cuffs of the suit embellished with a golden W. His hair was slicked back as usual, no bedhead in sight. There was no trace of sadness or anger in his face from the argument yesterday.

“Beloved, you look…absolutely stunning, ravishing even.”

“I-I…” You stuttered. “Thank you, Dami.”

You walked to the sleek black rental car, his hand in yours the whole way through. The noisy, busy street dissipated as you were enveloped in the quietness of the vehicle.

Damian shifted in his seat, buckling in and smiling back at you. “Are you ready to go, my love?”

Not trusting your ability to speak, you simply nodded. The already tight dress now seemed constricting. Silence filled the car with only the grinding of tires against the ground serving as music. You squirmed around, doing your best to make yourself comfortable.

Damian cleared his throat. “Beloved…I…I wanted to apologize for how I have treated you, not just for yesterday, but for every other time too.”

“Oh, I…” Your mind grasps for a response. “Don’t um, don’t worry about it.”

His mouth twists in a thin line, pushing on the break at the red light. He reaches for your hands again, eyes heavy with an unfamiliar emotion. “I mean it, Y/n…I should have been kinder to you.”

When he was not met with an answer, he continued hastily. “I noticed yesterday that your eyes did not have the same fiery glint in them as they usually did when we were together. You also only smiled twice that day compared to the minimum of 32 every other day. I-It made me realize how much your happiness means to me.”

The kaleidoscope of butterflies returned with gusto, a genuine smile fighting its way on your face. “That’s...oddly specific.”

Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but giggle; whether the numbers he used were accurate or not, it showed how he actually cared. This reaction seemed to vex Damian.

“If you aren’t going to take me seriously, I’ll have to pin you against a wall until you start to listen.” He grumbled.

“Wh-what?!”

His smirk reappeared, this time evidently victorious as if he took a gamble and won. “You heard me.”

"I'm not sure if I did...the Damian I know wouldn't blatantly flirt with me like that." "But how could I not flirt with you when you look so pretty all flustered for me?" He teased.

The wedding venue broadened along the horizon, revealing a gorgeous sectioned off garden or…was it a park? You weren’t able to tell. Cars were parked all along the perimeter, an ocean of people filling into the area.

“That’s a lot of people…” You exclaimed. “I thought you said this was going to be a small event?”

“Trust me, my family knows way more people than those who are at the wedding.” Damian pulled into the allotted parking area, flashing his ID to one of the valet members.

“`That doesn’t really help, Dami.” You looked into the mirror and played with your appearance. “I’m not sure how well my acting will be around so many people.”

He turned off the engine of the car, clicking his seatbelt and grabbing the keys. “The solution is simple then. Just don’t pretend anymore.”

It was almost as if Cupid himself pierced your heart with one of his infamous arrows, making you fall deeper into the pit you created for yourself. You were 100 percent certain that Damian knew the effect he had on you if his smug grin were anything to go by, serving to only worsen your sheepishness. He was flirting with you as if it were second nature, as if he wanted to draw out this side of you.

All worries of him loving you or not vanished as smooth as a sunset. When he opened the door for you, there was no hesitance; you swiftly took your place beside him. Two perfect puzzles placed next to each other, both their own picture but when put together, make an even more beautiful picture. Damian threw the keys to the valet attendant.

The summer sun felt delicious on your exposed skin. Living in Gotham, days like these were as rare as gold and twice as valuable. Fresh grass and the exuberant amount of irises and lilacs intoxicated your senses. Most of the people seemed to be seated in the white pews.

“May I ask why you are acting all flirty and endearing all of a sudden? Not that I’m complaining or anything, I just want to know what kind of trouble you are planning on getting me into.” Damian’s grip tightened.

“Who’s to say I want to get you in trouble? What if I was just being honest with you for once?” He questioned.

He leaned in closer, breath fanning against your ear, his hair tickling your skin. “Maybe after tonight I want to call you mine.”

You blinked. “Uh…”

“Is…did that not work?” Damian glanced at his phone then back at you, tilting his head and squinting. “Dick told me that would work. Why is- Are you not falling madly in love with me right now?”

“Damian, what are you talking about?” You said, just as bewildered as him.

Damian’s face contorted, green eyes tearing away from yours. “I wanted to make up for hurting you all those times. I thought that if I did that then…”

A pale visage, eyes darting everywhere but to yours - his facade was breaking right in front of you. A sigh emanated from his lips, broken and cracked. “My family…they made me realize-”

“Damian?!” A booming voice followed with a sudden gust of wind cut him off. “I haven’t seen you in so long!”

A similarly aged boy rushed in to give the Wayne a tight hug; he had swirly black hair and pale skin, his eyes a baby blue. He was a few inches taller than Damian as well.

“You have terrible timing, Jon.” Damian complained.

The man, Jon, pulled away from him but kept his arm slung around his shoulders.

“Ah, sorry. Sometimes I get carried away.” He beamed. “My name’s Jon! And you are?”

You attempted to speak but Damian cut you off before you could. “She’s my girlfriend, Y/n.”

Jon’s eyes widened, turning to the other with a gasp. “You got a girlfriend and didn’t tell me?!”

“We’re pretty new, Jon. I didn’t want to make her feel overwhelmed.”

You raised an eyebrow to Damian, who did not seem to have a problem changing the agreed upon story.

“I-I..er…it’s nice to meet you, Jon!” You finally said. The smile you gave felt like a cheap knock-off in the presence of Jon, who resembled more of a golden retriever.

“We should go, beloved. I’m afraid my brothers are probably waiting for us.” Damian tried to tug on the sleeve of your dress while you were in mid conversation with Jon. He gave you a needy whine.

“Oh, alright then.” Jon said. “See you later?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Damian replied, hand now in yours.

The two of you weaved your way towards the saved seats near the front of a flower woven arch. Familiar people greeted you and Damian, ranging from Rachel and Kara (who you met yesterday) to newer people named Conner and Wally. They all seemed nice enough, but your mind couldn’t maintain the same level of focus it usually did. How could it be when Damian was acting like a clingy, jealous boyfriend?

Not only that, but the conversation beforehand seemed to be leading to a teary eyed confession. Whether it be a confession of love or of just remorse, you weren’t sure. You desperately wanted to believe that it was the former of course. It felt natural being beside him. Acting as a couple didn’t feel as fake as it did prior, causing a flurry of bubbling adulation.

You imagined taking your place in the pews during the wedding for weeks now, imagined what it would be like to watch two people vow their love for eternity and beyond. Music began and the remaining people who were ambling about quickly found their seats.

Dick was in the front with a charming navy suit, his face twisted in a nervous smile. The pastor was a woman with flowing black hair that towered over the bridegroom.

The traditional marriage song began and suddenly Cassandra emerged, twirling and leaping with a basket of purple petals, tossing them in the air like glitter. Her dress was a little longer than a ballerina’s and her hair was accented with white flowers. The laws of physics seemed defied as Cass made her way across the aisle as if wings sprouted from her back.

Barbara made her way across the aisle with her father, her mermaid dress trailing behind her. She was absolutely stunning and she knew it. Dick’s face broke out into a goofy smile, fidgeting with the collar of his suit. Babs took her place next to Dick and the ceremony began.

You couldn’t help imagining yourself in Bab’s place, exchanging words of affection with the love of your life. Your eyes dragged to the person next to you. You were met with his eyes staring into yours, a blush dusting his face as if he could read your mind.

“Richard Grayson, do you take Barbara Gordon to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Dick said, his voice straining.

“Barbara Gordon, do you take Richard Grayson to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?” The woman asked.

“I do.” She answered quickly.

“Well then, I happily pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss the bride!” Applause erupted from the crowd as Dick pulled Barbara into his arms for a sentimental kiss.

Your applause was cut short by Damian, who attempted to drag you to the far side of the venue. You laughed as you tried to run in the heels you wore.

“Damian, I swear you are trying to kill me. What was that for?” You asked out of breath, fighting a giggle fit.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you for the past hour and a half and I am not in the mood for anyone else to interrupt it.” He softly grabbed your wrist, creating a mere few inches of distance.

“My family made me realize that I…” He took a deep breath. “They made me realize how much I care for you. The time we have spent together it’s been…it’s been one of the most enjoyable weeks of my life.”

“That’s really sweet, Damian. I’m glad we have grown to be friends.” You nuzzled into his chest.

“I, no. That’s not…” Damian huffed out of exasperation. “I don’t want to just be friends with you, Y/n. I want to be more than that. I want what we have in the late nights and early mornings when it’s just us. Not because I am afraid of what my family will say, but because you make me a better person and I long to be the one who makes you smile.”

The bomb that had been slowly ticking down to its demise finally went off, a glorious bombardment of color and sparks that hazed your mind like a Fourth of July Night.

“You…want me?”

“More than anything, Y/n. That’s why I got so upset yesterday…I was upset at myself for making you think I hated you when I didn’t.” The confession felt as soft as an everlasting Spring breeze, a promise to love during the blazing heat and decaying cold. His finger tilted your head up so you could look up at him. There was no mask hiding away his feelings, it was plain to see that he meant every word.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a long while, Dami. I- God, I’ve fantasized about you saying that to me for months. I’m sorry for assuming you hated me..it was more of a defense mechanism than anything.”

“Oh really?” He leaned in closer with his iconic smug smile. “What else did you fantasize, beloved?”

You gulped. “Kissing…maybe?”

You gave him your best version of a puppy eyed stare.

“Do you want me to let you in on a secret, Y/n?” When you nodded, he said “I don’t think I could ever deny you when you look at me like that.”

In a blink of an eye, Damian’s lips pressed to yours and it only took you a moment of processing for you to kiss back. There were no fireworks, sparkles or any other bombardments as usually described in the romance books you read. Just the simple warmth you shared.

Breaking away, you became aware of where you were and part of you felt bad for missing the immediate celebration. Barbara had her back to an array of women and some men, about to throw her bouquet of lilies. In front of it all was Tim’s boyfriend, Conner, who looked like he would shoot down anyone if he did not get the flowers. As she threw the bouquet, she managed to throw it towards the pews where Jason was sitting idly on his phone, effectively hitting him in the face and landing in his lap.

Jason stared at his lap for a few seconds, confused. He looked to the crowd and spotted Conner, throwing them in his direction.

“Mine!” He yelled, catching the bouquet with almost inhumane speed. “Hey, Timmy! Wanna head to Vegas and get married?”

Tim stared at his boyfriend, shaking his head with a flustered smile.

“I’m sad that we’ll have to leave in a day…It would have been nice to go to Champs Elysée and Place de l’etoile.”

Damian briefly spun you around so you were facing him again. “Who’s to say we can’t do that still?”

“You’re Dad and Alfred? They said we’d be going back to Gotham the day after the wedding?”

He hummed. “Too bad I’ll have to tell them we’ll be staying for another week so I can take you everywhere else you want to go to in France.”

“You what?”

“Is that a yes?” He asked. “I was hoping to take you to Paris for a date.”

“I- Yes! Of course it’s a yes, Damian!”

“Oh that’s good, because I already booked everything and I’d hate for it to go to waste.” He smiled at you like a complete dork.

“Hell yeah! Time for crab stuffed mushrooms and a huge ciambellone!” Dick hollered, Barbara in his arms.

The huge crowd seemed to be making their way to their cars, petals still drifting in the air.

Your stomach growled.

“I am starving, come on! Let’s go so we don’t have to deal with a ridiculous line for food!” You exclaimed, this time dragging Damian to his car. Your giddy laughter filled the air like a melody.

Damian couldn’t help but smile broadly. “Alright, beloved."

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD I AM DONE WITH THIS. Don't get me wrong, I had a blast with this series, but I had no idea that this final part would take this long to write. I had thought that I would have enough time to finish it on Wednesday, not realizing I would write another 5k words.

The writing towards the end is probably not as good as the beginning because I had a little bit of a hard time. Still, I hope you guys liked the ending. There was so much more I wanted to add to it too, but my writing juices were thoroughly squeezed and I didn't want to push it back further.

TAGLIST: @greenkiki, @lorosette, @noah-uhhh-what, @vanessa-boo, @herascave, @celestair, @trashmouthsahra, @littlemiss-nightshade and @itzstaticrainbow

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Affairs and Letters

Jason Todd x Reader Regency AU! AO3 Chapters

Part VIII

The way you had approached Mr. Todd had left you feeling faint. You knew a woman in your position should not be making advances on such a man, even more so at the risk of your entire career. You attempted to recover yourself by folding away clothes as it seemed to be the only thing you had control over as your heart had taken away any independence your mind possessed. A fool, you quietly declared yourself. One of the biggest fools in the county—Possibly the entire world! Not once had you hated yourself more than in that moment.

Fear crept up in the corners of your mind, lulling you into a panic at the idea of being desolate because of an affair. Damn, you wished now that you had never given Mr. Todd that letter.

Nonetheless, the feeling of his skin against yours had occupied your mind above any panic or other terrible thought. His hand was warm, and, for a moment, you had wondered if the rest of him was the same. You imagined his embrace. Drowning in the scene of his sweet cologne as you gingerly let him hold you, whispering all the things that were not meant for love letters.

Your heart fluttered at the thought, but the feeling quickly left as anxiety entered when you heard Lady Kent call for you. “Yes, Ma’am?”

As you stepped out of your room she approached. “We will be leaving a bit later than expected as Mr. Wayne insists on showing us the entirety of the grounds. In the meantime, you may do what you please as it seems all chores are done.”

“Very good, Ma’am. Please let me know when I am needed,” You said, but Lady Kent was already leaving you.

The joy of having time for your own pleasures was turned into a flush of secret embarrassment when Mr. Todd quietly approach you from behind. It must have been the sunlight that made him look like a Greek prince with flushed cheeks and sparkling, inviting eyes with an air of gentleness around him. He regarded you sweetly, commenting how it was nice for Lady Kent to let you have the afternoon off.

You found yourself troubled as you looked for words to respond, trying not to urge him to continue speaking to you since your mistress was still not too far from you. “Yes, Sir, it is.”

Mr. Todd stepped closer and held out his arm. His voice was low as he stated, “It is too lovely of a day for you to spend it in your room, come, let us tour the house.”

Hesitantly, you took his arm. After all, you had reasoned, it would be rude for you to refuse.

Your mind had the most intolerable habit of thinking of the most inappropriate things at the worst times. When you had taken Mr. Todd’s arm, you had noted that it had felt strong, enough so to hold you securely. His embrace would be safe, you mused. Then, wholly, at once, you had realized that you mustn’t think of such things when he was so near. Yet, you meddle in the amusement for a moment longer, wondering what he would say to you in whispers that would not be put into letters. You shook off the affection for him as best as you could by telling yourself that men were oft fickle in their love.

Still and all, you could not forget what he wrote to you. You had wondered if Mr. Todd had dipped his pen into his heart to create such beauty with words, making ballads that not even the greatest musicians in court could conjure—for that, you were sure.

“What do you think of our home, Miss?” Mr. Todd inquired suddenly.

You smiled kindly at the ground, too within the woes of roses to look at him, “It is one of the most lovely of homes in the county. Second to Kent House, of course.”

Jason chuckled, looking away as well. “ Yes, of course. We all have a partiality to our own homes, to be sure.”

You chuckled. “Yes. I am inclined to agree.”

Another silence fell between you, and you thought of commenting on the house as you usually would just to fill the need for words. It was a beautiful home with such detail of elegance that could only be implemented by the most talented, studied of architects. There was not much care on your part in particular, but you thought Mr. Todd might have been keen to notice, surely. Mr. Todd sought to end the quietness by whispering in your ear.

“Miss, may I be so bold?”

You wished to tell him no, that speaking to you in such a way was ungentlemanly, and that you were a servant to the Kents, not a lusty mistress. You were still curious, so you gave him your permission to go on. “Since I have met you, I cannot get the vision of your lips on mine out of my head.”

“Mr. Todd,” You gasped, looking at him. His eyes were serious, more serious than you had ever seen them, and you could not help but feel the same. “You…We cannot say that to me, sir.”

“Do not say that, my dearest,” You wished he had not called you that, such a nickname would make fighting your affections for him so much more difficult. “I would—”

“Jason!”

Mr. Todd pulled away from you to look at whoever called to him, eyes losing their inviting look. Mr. Grayson entered the corridor with a smile, eyes looking at the two of you as if heard all that was said. Compared to the night before, Mr. Grayson was exceptionally much more handsome now, but there was a sense of playful wickedness to him. You, in turn, would not meet his eyes out of shame.

“Miss, how are you enjoying your visit,” Mr. Grayson asked. “It is going well, I am sure.”

“Yes, sir,” You said, glancing at him as you tried to pull yourself from Jason’s arm. He, though, would not let you go. “Mr. Todd was being so kind as to show me the rest of the house.”

Mr. Grayson snickered and gave his brother a once over with his eyes. “Yes, he looks very pleased with himself.”

“Dick,” Mr. Todd warned.

Mr. Grayson did not take any threat from his brother’s obvious repulsion to his words, instead laughing before leaning toward his brother to whisper something. You were too caught up in your own mortification as you spiraled downward in the thought of losing all that you had worked toward for a simple man.

“Fine,” Mr. Todd said, and Mr. Grayson then vanished when you looked up again.

Quietly, you said, “We should part here, sir…”

“Have I caused you some offense, Miss?” Mr. Todd asked, apprehensive of your want to leave, yet still letting you go from his arm. “Tell me, I will rectify it.”

You shook your head. “Mr. Todd, you would have a fool of me. You know if…” Taking a moment to look around you lowered your voice to a whisper. “If we were to act on our feelings, it could cause a scandal.”

Mr. Todd did not seem swayed by your words, and, instead, smiled. “Then, you return my feelings, Miss?”

There was a wish for you to be mad at Mr. Todd, to reprimand him for not heeding your words, but you could not. Not when he looked at you with such happiness. “Mr. Todd, please.”

Jason relented, “I would not do you the dishonor, you have my word.”

“It is not your word that I am worried about,” You insisted. “I—I must go before someone sees us.”

“They already have,” Mr. Todd laughed. “My brother, if you recall.”

You were not amused by Mr. Todd’s jest and started to step away before he caught you by the hips. No one had touched you in such a way before and the feeling caused a sensation you did not know existed. When he pulled you away into a room that was dark and quiet, pressing himself flush against you, the feeling intensified. It was as if you became overly sensitive all at once, wanting him to touch you more while wanting him to stay away so this sensation would not consume you.

“I did not mean to frighten you,” said he. “I simply wanted to speak to you freely, without eyes threatening to pry on our affairs.”

Breathlessly, you said, “I am not frightened. Wholly.”

Mr. Todd chuckled, moving a strand of hair on your face. “I am glad to hear it.”

“Jason,” You said, eyes moving down to his lips. You felt this yearning for him now, being so close.

Jason said your name, and it felt like cool water on a hot day. Against your better judgment, you leaned up, brushing your lips against his. Mr. Todd, ever the gentleman you knew him to be, returned your affections tenfold by leaning more into the kiss, hands beginning to become curious.

You were largely grateful that when your name was called, Mr. Todd had your tongue preoccupied so you could not reply out of habit.

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gotham-exclusive · 1 year

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Priest: Repeat after me

Dick: After me

Priest, turning to Babs: Are you sure you want this one?

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thequeenofuselessinformation · 1 year

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What does Jason Todd and this account have in common? We're both back from the dead and unhinged

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yourmomxx · 2 years

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I wear heels higher than your level of intelligence

- Barbara Gordon at some point, probably

#barbara gordon #oracle #batfamily #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics #batfamily imagine #batfamily x reader #shitpost #dick grayson x barbara gordon #batgirl #dc batfam #batboys #batboys imagine #incorrect quotes

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morgansunflower · 2 years

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How the Batfamily found out Damian is dating Dick and Barbara's adopted daughter.

Warnings: suggestive content..

Words:1478

Arthur's notes: heavily inspired by Friends! Third, P. O. V

How it happened..

The door opened "I'M GETTING MARRIED TODAY WHOO!!!" Garfield yelled

Damian threatens him "get out before I throw my knife at you!"

Gar quickly shuts the door. Damian sits with his back against the wall with the blanket rested from his waist down.

"do you think he noticed me?" Y/N asked peeping her head covering her bare chest with the blanket.

"no, he's far too into oblivion"

"good... so... Never done that with you.."

"you were.. Outstanding"

"really?"

He holds her beautiful face in his hands with a soft smile on his lips. He finally had all he wanted. His best friend who he fell in love with was finally with him. They formed a beautiful bond that intertwined them. She never expected Damian to fall in love with her. She had her true love within her grasp. She was scared to wake up and realized it was all a blissful dream. He was kind, gentle but rugged. Her Dad is going to kill them. He still forgets how much they've grown. Damian gently rubbed his thumb against her face. Three words seemed perfect for the moment but they refused to come forth.

How Alfred found out...

Alfred has known since the phone call he received from the hotel that a eyelash curler was left in his room and then his granddaughter asked Stephanie if she could borrow hers. The poor old man nearly had a heart attack.

how Stephanie & Jason found out the other knows

"hey uh Jason, do remember that big thing I was gonna tell you about?" Stephanie asked Jason looking down at, him as he sat on the chair.

His eyes went completely wide and his face angered "no! No! No! No! I cannot deal with anymore fucking secrets!"

Stephanie slaps his hand "oh stop it! I'm not going to tell but if you found out on your own... That would be OK and then we could talk about it, right?"

Jason stammered ".. well then it wouldn't be a secret so that would be OK yeah yeah..." he nodded in agreement.

Stephanie tries to be smooth "yeah.. it'd be great if I go ask Y/N to go out on girls night.

Jason scoffed "tonight? Don't you girls hang out all the time?

.. Heavy awkward silence..

Jason looks up to Steph "do you know something?"

"do you know something?" she asked him

Jason looked at her, hoping "I might know something"

Stephanie looked down at him "I might know something"

"what's the thing you know?" he asked, surely she doesn't know Damian would die if she did know.

Stephanie shakes her head "oh I can't tell you and you tell me what you know"

Jason rolls his eyes "well I can't tell you what I know"

Stephanie sighs "well then I can't tell you what know"

Jason scoffs dramatically "ok fine"

She sits on the chair.....Silence....

Jason looks at her. Absolutely not "you don't know.."

Stephanie as officially had enough raised to her feet to storm off while saying "I am gonna go walk into Damian's room and I will see the thing that I think I know!

Jason jumps out of his chair gasping "Holy SHIT!! YOU KNOW!!!!"

Stephanie gasps "and you know!! Y/N and Damian!!"

Jason grabs her arms "holy shit Steph I've been waiting for this to come out for weeks!"

Stephanie imitated a explosion "this is SO unbelievable!"

Jason takes a deep breath "Dick is going to flip his shit when he knows... Wait do they know that you know?"

How Bruce found out from his beloved.

"have you noticed our son's behavior differing over the last few passing weeks?" Bruce asked his beloved placing her hands on his shoulders.

"you truly don't know?" Talia asked taken aback

"know what Talia?! Is he alright?" Bruce demanded with his voice greatly worried.

Talia's lips formed a smile in much amusement, that turned into a soft laughter "he's in love with Y/N. He hasn't told me, though a mother, knows her son"

How Barbara aka Y/N's adopted mother found out.

She discovered a change in her daughter's mood. She had known her for many years and had she had been under the Grayson name for 6 years. So when she came home from Garfield and Rachel's wedding.. She knew her little girl was in love. She was happy for her but then greatly shocked when Damian had been.. Smiling more.

How Cassandra found out...

Beforehand she was utterly annoyed with the denial of feelings between Damian and Y/N. Though when they came back. She could sense the pheromones radiating from them. She wanted to congratulate and hug them. Her favorite ship was finally together.

How Duke and Tim found out

"what are you doing?" Duke asked Tim who was looking out the window at Y/N

He takes a deep swig of coffee "investigating"

Duke looks out the window at Y/N waving goodbye with a, rose in her, hand. He sees her blow a kiss. Tim silently cursed.

"uhh who was that for and where did she get the rose...." Duke looks out the window down to the outer walkway to see his little brother with a smirk. He finally connected the dots "AHHHH!! Nooooo! My EYES"

"I'm spiking my coffee" Tim said defeated

How Dick aka Y/N's adopted Dad found out.

Stephanie hears the entrance door to Damian apartment open. She runs up to the door to see, her little brother.

"Dami!!" her voice relieved. Steph hits him hardly on the chest "where the hell have you been?!"

"tt I was out..... "

Dick scoffs "oh out I can't believe we didn't think to look there!"

Damian glared to them "you all realize you're all intruding in my apartment"

Jason rolled his eyes "where the hell were you?"

Cassandra already knows just where he was but no one knows what the others know at, least most of them.

"why does me enjoying my time out affect all of you? I'm 23 not 12"

Dick folded his arms with his dad glare on his face "uh when you won't answer your phone. You were out where"

Damian's temper begins to boil "dammit will all of you leave me alone.. I just went to the bar and then walked here!"

Duke gasped smiling snapping his fingers with a, wide smile. He was going to dig him a hole "you hooked up with someone!"

Damian grunted precisely like his father "I did not!!"

Stephanie joyfully says "YOU TOTALLY DID!! Aww I'm so proud!" he made Y/N so happy.

The door opens to see Dick's adopted daughter for six years..

"hey Dami you forgot your jacket--" Y/N blushing hardly and panicking inside "hi guys.. Hey dad"

Dick was utterly offended his little girl was in back in town and didn't tell him "since when have you been back in town missy?!!"

Dick then passes out figuring out where she were and who she was with. Dick came to sitting on the couch, when he hears his voice being called. He opens his eyes to Y/N sitting beside him.

Dick takes a deep breath preparing his lecture "this is not going on any longer!! This friends with benefits shit is over!!!" he demanded

"Dad I'm an adult. I'm not going to stop seeing him" she yelled to him greatly angered at his orders.

"yes you are" he touches her shoulders he didn't want her to get hurt or to hurt her "Y/N you're my daughter and Damian.. He is my best friend.. I don't want to see you two get hurt. I can't. You have to stop seeing each other!"

Everyone could somewhat agree expect for Damian and Y/N. She couldn't lose him when she finally had him. He couldn't let go of her.

"I cannot Grayson.." Damian spoke up warming Y/N's heart.

"Damian I'm not having this conversation with you!" Dick ordered

"she is not a trollop to satisfy my needs! I am in love with her!" Damian shouted out admitting his deep feelings.

Y/N thought she was going to pass out. She looks to Damian ignoring Stephanie's gasp in astonishment, Cassandra's genuine smile, Jason having a half smile and her, Dad's shocked expression. She raises to her feet and walks to Damian. She feels her throat shaking as she was about to cry. He loved her.

"I love you too Damian"

They both kiss as her arm's snake around his neck. Damian wrapped his arms around her. Damian looks seeing Grayson with a soft expression. He didn't want him to find out this way. He really was his best friend. Grayson takes a deep breath. They were in love, and they were happy. He couldn't end that. Not when he cared about both of them so much.

#older! damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x reader #Batfamily #Dick Grayson X Barbara Gordon #Their readers adopted parents #Batfamily shocked #Friends #Humor #Love Confessions #Suggestive content #Loving Batfamily #Shocked Batfamily #Inspired by Friends #Garfield X Raven

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You Don't Know What You Mean To Me

(barbara gordon/oracle aesthetic made by @aesthetics-and-fuckery, aka me. Do not steal!)

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Barbara Gordon, Barbara Gordon x pining!fem!reader, Jason Todd x reader (friends with benefits)

SONG: Jolene (But It's Gay) cover by Reinaeiry

SUMMARY: You're in love with Barbara Gordon. Problem is, she's engaged to her boyfriend, Dick Grayson.

HOW TO READ: Each set of lyrics is kinda like a divider! each section of words/blurb between the lyrics are a part of the whole story, although there may be timeskips. You can find more stories like this one by looking under the tag #ryn writes songfics

CW: lack of y/n, she/her pronouns, pansexual reader, pining, kinda not-happy ending, self-sacrifice (?), reader's vigilante name is bluejay, cigarrette use, mentions of drinking, nudity, suggested sex but not explicit

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you, please just leave your man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please just leave him 'cause I know you can

You watched, dread filling your stomach, as he knelt down on one knee, and as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

You watched as everyone applauded and cheered, and as he slid the ring onto her finger.

You watched, and then downed the rest of your drink. You needed to get out of there.

Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green "Blue?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you be my maid of honor?"

You turned around to look at her.

"You're my best friend. And you don't have to wear a dress."

You smiled.

"Anything for you, babes." Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain And I just want to be with you, Jolene

"Blue, what do you think about this one?"

Barbara had managed to convince you to go dress shopping with her, even though you told her that you were more of a suit kinda gal.

"It's beautiful, Babs. You look great."

Everything looked beautiful on her. She was beautiful.

She laughed.

"Sometimes I think you're just saying that."

You smiled, trying not to show your discontent.

"Never, babes."

I think about you and I weep 'Cause there's nothing I can do to keep From crying when you call his name, Jolene

You walked towards the balcony, and found your best friend there. Puffs of smoke circled Jason's face, and once he noticed you, he held the stick out to you. You accepted, and took a deep breath.

"You good?"

"No."

He huffed out a dry laugh.

"Yeah, I didn't think so."

He didn't say anything after that.

He didn't need to. He already understood how you felt.

And I can't easily understand Why you would settle for that man 'Cause you don't know what you mean to me, Jolene

Once Dick finally accepted that you weren't going to wear a dress to his wedding, you and Jason ditched him and rifled through a rack of leather jackets.

After a few minutes of silence, you spoke.

"Why did she say yes?"

Jason shrugged.

"Even you admitted that she loved him, Blue. Why wouldn't she say yes to somebody she loved?"

"She deserves so much better, Jay."

"That we can agree on."

He looked at you, and your eyes held tears.

"C'mon. Let's go get a drink."

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you, please just leave your man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please just leave him 'cause I know you can

The next morning, you groaned. Your head was pounding, and as you sat up, you felt the cool air kiss you naked skin.

Jason's arm was around your bare waist, and once you blinked away sleep, you could tell that he was naked, too.

You pushed his arm off you, and shook him awake.

"Ugh, did we-"

"Yeah. I think we did." He groaned.

"Not again..."

The two of you sat in silence.

"Thanks, Jaybird."

"No problem, Blue."

Now you could have your choice of men But I could never love again 'Cause you're the only one for me, Jolene

You sat at your table, and Jason set a cup of coffee down in front of you.

"You need to talk to her."

You scoffed.

"Little late for that, don't ya think?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want to tell her after she gets married?"

"There's something called keeping your shit to yourself."

He rolled his eyes, and then took a sip out of his mug.

"You and I both you that you are terrible at that."

"Oh really? Who kept her love for a certain redhead all to herself for years because she didn't want to ruin that redhead's happiness?"

Jason gave you a look.

"Bluejay. You need to slow down and think about your happiness for a second."

You looked down at your mug.

"Fine. I'll talk to her."

I had to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you And whatever you decide to do, Jolene

You sucked in a breath as a familiar ringtone echoed across your bedroom.

"Hey."

"Hey. Jason said you wanted to talk?"

"Yeah...Babs? I love you."

"I love you too, silly."

You sighed.

"Not...not like that. I love you, Barbara."

All you heard was silence.

"How long?" You hated that edge in her voice.

"Years. But Dick confessed before I could, and then I didn't want to ruin your happiness, so I just kept it to myself. I was gonna tell you, that night, but then Dick proposed and-"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Have you been faking our friendship the entire time because you loved me?"

"No, Babs, I swear! I still want to be friends...I didn't tell you earlier because I didn't want to ruin what you had. You looked so happy every time I saw you with him, and I love you too much to ruin that for you. You deserve to be happy, Barbara."

"But so do you!" The edge in her voice was gone, replaced by thick emotion.

You smiled sadly.

"You being happy is enough for me, babes."

You could hear her crying on the other end.

"Blue...I love you so much. I-I'm sorry I can't love you in that way, I'm sorry that I don't know how, I-"

"Babs. It's okay. Marry Dick, live a long life with him. If he makes you happy, then I'm happy."

You paused, and hovered your thumb over the red button before changing your mind.

"I love you, Babs. I always will."

"I love you too."

And you hung up.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you, please just leave your man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please just leave him 'cause I know you can

"Do you, Richard John Grayson, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish from this day forward until death do you part?"

"I do."

"And do you, Barbara Jean Gordon, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish from this day forward until death do you part?"

She took one last glace at you.

You nodded.

Her happiness was enough for you.

She smiled at you, eyes full of tears and gratitude. Then she turned back to her fiance, who looked confused.

"I do."

"Then, if there are no objections?"

Barbara snuck a glance at you, but you just smiled sadly at her.

"Then with the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Jolene Oh, Jolene

A/N: This is my first time writing something really depressing, I kinda cried while writing this...hope you enjoy!

#ryn writes songfics #jason todd #dick grayson #barbara gordon #dick grayson x barbara gordon #barbara gordon x reader #jason todd x reader #pansexual #ryn writes stuff #jiabeewrites #aesthetics-and-fuckery

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Nightwing #94 (Jamal Campbell)

#nightwing #comic book cover art #dc comics #dc #artist of the day #batgirl #barbra gordon #dick grayson x barbara gordon

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missingnightwingsmullet · 2 months

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happy valentine’s day from your favorite dick x babs shipper 😌🤗🩷🩷🩷

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celticcatgirl2 · 7 days

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“…why do your lips taste like Mountain Dew and pickle juice?”

“You knew what you were getting into dating a programmer girl Dick…”

#shut up alex #personal #dc #dc comics #dc universe #nightwing #oracle dc #oracle #dick grayson #barbara gordon #dickbabs #nightwing x oracle #oracle x nightwing #dick x barbara #barbara x dick #dick grayson x barbara gordon #barbara gordon x dick grayson

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Dick Grayson “but whatever my future holds. I hope it includes you.” 🤍🫶🏻🤍🫶🏻@romancemedia @donnastroy @batmananimated @dickbabs @batmantheanimatedseries @90scartoons @superheroes-or-whatever @fyeahdickgrayson @romancegifs @batmantheanimatedseriestvseries

Batman The Animated Series episode Old Wound.

#batman the animated series #batman and mr freeze subzero #dick x barbara #dickbabs #robin x batgirl #batgirlandnightwing #dick grayson x barbara gordon #dcau #dcanimatedmovies #dcanimatedseries

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“I ate paint once,” Danny nonchalantly threw out in the middle of game night.

The entire table stopped. Heads whipped towards Danny.

“Yeah, me too. Cardamom yellow was my favorite. Ugly as hell but the chemicals just tasted right.” Tim replied, using the distraction to nab some of Bruce’s money. Monopoly money, that is. Everyone’s heads snapped towards Tim, only Cass and Danny (who was part of the scheme) caught him cheating.

“Really? I think mine was those spray can blue cosmos paint. But that might have been more my thing for space than the actual taste.”

“WHY WERE YOU EATING PAINT?!” Dick asked, looking like he wanted to lunge over the table and shake Danny until he puked out paint. Bruce looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

“Yeah, what the fuck, Tim?” Jason snickered.

“In my defense,” Danny grinned. “I was left unsupervised. Also, Steph, you owe me $24 in rent.”

“Ugh! I’m almost out of money! Can’t you loan me some, Alfred?”

“I am sorry, Miss Stephanie, you are not qualified for another loan. In fact, one of your properties is about to be confiscated as per the collateral agreement.”

“Noooo!” Stephanie made dramatic dying noises.

“What was your excuse, Timothy?” Damian asked, eyes glued to the board and determined to win the game.

“Hey, I was probably less supervised than Danny was.”

“Yeah,” Danny perked up. “My parents brought us down to their lab all of the time. Taught us a lot of stuff.”

“Really? Like what?” Duke asked, casually slapping away Tim’s sneaky hands.

“Oh, like what a rocket launcher sounded like up close! And how to build a laser gun! Oh! And what human organs looked like when they’re fresh!” Danny chirped, collecting his money from a stunned Stephanie’s hands. He looked up.

“Oh, don’t worry! I at least learned what not to do when it comes to lab safety. And we wore hazmat suits to protect ourselves from the radiation.” Danny smiled in a ditzy fashion as the table fell silent in a horrified manner. Cass tapped his arm amusedly, but allowed his bullshit to stand. After all, it’s not like he lied.

“Radiation?” Duck’s voice raised a couple of octaves. Oh yeah, Danny’s going to laugh about that pitch for a long while.

“Organs?!” Jason’s hands closed around the plastic house he was holding rather forcefully.

“Do you even know what basic lab safety practices are, Danny?” Damian demanded, finally looking up with brows furrowed. He rolled the dice and grabbed a mystery card. He gets $100 from Alfred.

“How old were you??” Duke asked.

“Like… 8, when they first brought me in?”

“Eight.” Bruce rumbled, slipping into a more Batman like persona. When Danny sent him a confused look, Bruce straightened back into his Bruce persona. “Wow, they must have trusted you a lot!”

“Sure?”

“What were their names again?” Stephanie asked sweetly, Cass nodding at him.

“Jack and Maddie Fenton.” Not that they’ll find them here, considering his parents are dead and in another universe.

“Cool, cool, cool!” Stephanie blinked, beaming as her hands formed lethal fists underneath the table.

Danny blinked and tilted his head in an unassuming way, pretending like he had no idea what Stephanie was thinking of. He sneakily handed over $600 to Cass in order to complete his monopoly on his side of the board.

Danny stood up and spread his hands out, one hand clutching his new found victory.

"Well, lady and gents, you've all been floundering against the inevitable tide of capitalism. I am here, as a reminder that you can never win against the hopelessness that will be your financial ruin! I, Danny Fenton, have obtained a quarter of the board and therefore have won against even your best efforts!" He cackled, holding up his fan of properties triumphantly. He shot a mischievous grin at Cass, who held up a solemn thumbs up in support for his monetary takeover.

"... Danny, are you... planning on a career in villainy?" Bruce asked, after a brief and total wave of shocked silence. Damian looked like he was having a conniption at having been bested, unknowingly. Yeah, Danny was disarming like that.

"Yeah, that was concerning." Tim piped up, nabbing a ten from a shell-shocked Damian.

"Hey! The Riddler gives surprisingly good monologues! And he's really loud, so it's hard not to pick up on things. Duke, your turn." Danny sat back down, pouting. The villainy comment was a little too close to his fears.

"Damn it." Duke, who had rolled, landed smack middle of Danny's territory. He handed over a sheaf of bills to a grinning Danny.

"Wait a minute! You have cheated!" Damian bolted upwards from his seat, finally done running through the purchases he remembered Danny making. "You acquired that property not within the games' rules!"

"Okay, first of all, the rule book is a suggestion, like lab safety rules," Danny saw the others open their mouths to protest, but he quickly shut it down. "Second, there's totally no rules about selling and buying places from a private owner so suck on it. And thirdly? Cass sold it to me, so you all can take it up with her."

"Diabolical!" Damian muttered indignantly.

"... Dammit." Dick sighed, falling back into the chair and balancing on its two legs. He couldn't say anything, considering his current of bankruptcy.

"Danny. Danny, I'll buy a property from you." Jason said, eyeing one of Danny's other properties near his own cluster.

"What do you have that would interest me?" Danny asked, falling back into his Vlad-like imitation.

"Ew, don't do that," Steph reached over to jab him in the arm.

"Yeah, Jason, what do you have?" Duke said, the lovely subtle instigator that he is.

"Red Hood's signature."

The others blue-screen, gaping at the actual audacity Jason had to offer up something that would take him no effort. Danny, prepared with a poker face that came with lying straight to Jazz's ever perceptive eyes about whether he nabbed the last of her ice cream or not, was prepared.

"Red Hood? The condom guy working out of the... um. Upper East Side?" Danny asked, pretending to hesitate. He knows where Jason operated. That doesn't mean he couldn't simply pretend otherwise. For science, of course.

...

The table howled with laughter, Jason's indignant spluttering unable to say anything against Danny's wide eyed look of innocence. Cass leaned against the table, chuckles falling out of her mouth and eyes crinkled in mirth. Dick had fallen out of his chair, helplessly wheezing on the floor. Duke is hiding his face in his hands, mirroring Bruce's pose as they both shake from silent laughter. Damian is smirking, wicked and sharp as he smugly stared at Jason. Stephanie and Tim are leaning against each other, repeating "the CONDOM GUY" in alternating and increasingly louder voices. Alfred had a smile on his face and a tight grip on the bills in front of him that betrayed his amusement.

"He's a crime lord!" Jason exclaimed, indignant.

"Uh, okay. Well, I mean, why would I want a crime lord's signature? I don't want to be on his radar. Or echolocation or whatever. He's... a Bat, right? That's what you guys call that group, yeah?"

"How do you know the Rogues better than the vigilantes?!" Jason glared at his unhelpful family. Those assholes better prepare for a load of rubber bullets the next time they're on patrol near Crime Alley.

"Hey, it's not my fault the vigilantes here are unsociable. Maybe if they monologued more, I'd know who they are."

"Wouldn't- wouldn't that make them more villain like?" Tim asked, stuttering from his laughter.

"I dunno?" Danny replied, enjoying his the family's unabashed joy. "I mean, they're pretty legit and they help people already so I guess they don't need to be sociable... but still I swear I haven't heard anything about Batman other than that he grunts and is mean towards criminals."

Is mean towards criminals, Duke mouthed at a recovering Dick who was in the process of heaving himself back up. It sent him careening back down to the floor with restrained giggles. Cass tapped Danny, reminding him to eat some food.

"Tt. Of course not. They're efficient at their jobs and have no need to be seen as welcoming to criminals." Damian puffed up.

"Yeah, but they've gotta feel safe, right?" Danny shrugged as he plucked a cookie from the cookie platter. "The... one with the sword, what was it?"

"Robin." Damian supplied, eyes narrowed and trained on him.

"Yeah, the baby bird. The kids think his swords are cool so they trust him. But like, the others? The flippy blue one? Not so much."

"Wait," Dick said from the floor. "They don't trust Nightwing?"

"Nah, they trust him to protect them, but he has a history of bringing the kids to the police, you know?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Danny shrugged. "ACAB. But also because everybody knows that half the guys in the GCPD and CPS are child traffickers."

"Wait, what?" Jason and Tim straightened.

Bruce piped in, the emotional whiplash of amusement to concern to amusement to concern visibly making itself known on the man's baffled face. "I thought Batman and Commissioner Gordon took care of that?"

"Sure, the obvious ones." Danny hesitated. Well, he's pretty sure they think he's a meta so... "There's... a meta trafficking ring that they're a part of. That's. That's kind of what I was running from."

Danny looked up pleadingly. Cass placed a hand on his arm in comfort, not knowing that he was fibbing about running from them.

Danny was on the streets helping his own Alley metas to run from them.

Danny is as feral as she was, and that meant he could hide just as much as she could read off of him. Cass was the best and he felt kind of bad about lying to her, successfully or not.

"Uh. Some people said you know Batman, Bruce. I know- uh, that might not be the case but if you do, could you ask him to look into it?" Danny made his eyes tear up. "And maybe he wouldn't care about me much, I mean, I know he doesn't really like metas but if he helps out, I could totally like, leave the city once the kids are safe, promise."

Ooh, Danny put a little too much sincerity into that. He could practically hear the hearts breaking in the game room as everyone glared at Bruce.

"You won't have to leave."

"... Promise?" And Danny's voice was a little too desperate, too hopeful, because Bruce's eyes tugged down in sadness.

"Promise." He rumbled, all Bruce Wayne and all Batman. Danny's core warmed. Danny also saw the rest of the family's faces darken in pure agreement. And partial wrath.

"Yeah! We'll kick Batman's ass if he even thought about kicking you out!" Stephanie proclaimed.

"He's far more proficient in combat than you are, Brown." Damian immediately leapt to Batman's defense and that was that.

Well, later, as Danny was "sleeping" and Phantom was hovering in the cave, invisible and intangible, he got confirmation that his Alley meta kids were going to be safe, soon.

After all, the entire Batclan was suiting up and baying for blood, with Oracle's all encompassing presence behind them, fingers reaching for their enemies' weak points.

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