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nobody-zero3000 · 5 months

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Yandere Batfamily x Amidala! Reader

Inspired by the Yandere Damian Wayne x Alien Leader reader by your-regular-toast-enjoyer. But also because I like Padme Amidala and Star Wars. I want to use the Gotham Knights video game version of the Batboys, Batgirl, and Batman. Since Damian Wayne is not in there, I was thinking about Damian Wayne from the Injustice 2 video game but older. I'm going to change and add a few things from the Star Wars Universe and add a few new things to Amidala's character.

Warning: yandere, age-gap.

Earth heroes have encountered a different galactic system not far from Earth's solar system. The Justice League has made contact with a planet that's part of the galactic government system, also known as the Intergalactic United Republic, and has agreed to send someone to the planet to at least show that Earth and the Justice League offer peace.

In the watch tower, the heroes are having a meeting about who should go on this diplomatic mission. Some voted for Green Lantern, Martin Manhunter, or Superman, but the results show that the best candidate for this mission would be Batman.

Martian Manhunter was a bit disappointed because he had heard about her reputation through some holo-nets and was eager to meet her. As well as introduce her to his niece, Miss Martian since she is a fan of her work.

"Then it is settled: Batman shall be the one to go on this diplomatic mission and talk with the queen." Wonder Woman had declared.

The meeting is adjourned. Batman boomtubes back to Earth to discuss details with the rest of the Batfamily.

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In the Batcave, Bruce calls in Robin, Red Robin, Nightwing, Batgirl, and Red Hood.

"As you all know, I summoned you here for an important reason. I have been chosen to lead a diplomatic mission for a planet called Naboo. But I'm not planning on going alone." Bruce pulls up pictures of the planet.

"This mission has to be taken seriously and delicately. Any hostile behavior will endanger Earth along with millions of civilians. Do not show any violent or hostile behavior, and do not engage or cause any conflict that may lead to dangerous consequences. Do I make myself clear?" Giving them a stern, firm glare to each of them, especially Damian and Jason.

Jason shrugged. "Got it. No violence unless they start it first, then we consider violence."

Bruce narrows his eyes at him.

Jason puts his hands up in mocking surrender. "What? I'm kidding. No violence, don't cause trouble got it."

Tim looks at the Bat computer screen, looking through the information. He looks over to Bruce and asks, "Question. Do you have any information on the ruler of this planet? Any photos of what they look like."

Bruce pulls up photos, "These photos were taken at the Watchtower when we made contact with the planet. We are still looking into other information from J'onn and Hal's research."

It shows a female, (Y/H/C), (Y/E/C), and the areas where white makeup is not covering are your hands, which are (Y/S/C). She was sitting on a throne, dressed in royal clothes and wearing white makeup with red dots on both cheeks. She stood straight and had a blank look. But her eyes showed kindness, patience, and seriousness.

The boys and girl are taken aback by how young the female is. They were expecting someone much older. Not just that, but how beautiful you were. It was like looking at an angel. If someone were to ask about the definition of an angel, they would show them a photo of you. But for some reason, if they had a photo of you, they would not want to share it with someone else; they want to keep you to themselves.

For Bruce, it took a lot of strength and restraint to not laugh at their expression and keep a straight face. He couldn't blame them. When he first saw you, he was shocked not only to find out that someone as young as you would be ruling a planet but also by your beauty. He has seen a lot of beautiful women (Selena, Talia, Diana, Lois, etc.), but you pretty much outmatched them all as well as caught his attention and kept a hold on it.

Snapping out of it, he puts away the photo, much to the family's displeasure.

"So that's who we're all going to meet. If I had known that, I would've been more 'ready to go' for this mission." Dick grins and crosses his arms.

"She's really beautiful, and she must be very smart to rule the planet by herself," Tim said, blushing and smiling.

"Is there any more information on her?" Barbara is very curious about this young woman.

Damian finally asks, "When do we leave for this mission? Most of all, who will be watching the city while we are gone?" At this moment, he doesn't care if they leave the city unguarded, as long as they leave soon. He is curious about this alien leader.

"While we're gone, I managed to get some League members to watch the city, as well as other independent heroes to keep an eye on the crime rate. Now that is settled, all of you pack your bags. We'll be leaving in 2 hours.

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The Batfamily boomtubes to the Watch Tower, and from there, they enter the Javelin spacecraft (which upgraded to travel at a speed of light thanks to Hal, other Green Lanterns, and Cyborg). Once they are settled in the ship, Batman sets the coordinates for the planet Naboo, and on they go.

"Coordinates for Naboo are locked. Prepare yourselves for light speed." Everyone is strapped in. Soon the ship takes off.

After the ship comes to a stop, everyone, besides Batman who is used to space travel by now, groans from the lightspeed, some felt either really tired or sick.

Red Hood groans and hunches over. "I'm starting to regret eating that Bacon Ultra-belly combo."

"You should wait afterward, Todd. We were going to travel through space at a fast rate. What did you expect, imbecile?"

"Shut it, demon-spawn."

"Alright, that's enough, you two. We're here that's all that matters." Nightwing lightly scolded them.

Batgirl decides to get into the conversation. "Besides, what did Batman say about bad behavior."

Red Robin includes, "What part of no hostile or violent behavior are you two not getting here?"

They all start to bicker until Bruce switches to autopilot. Turns the seat around to face them. "Enough" in a firm and stern voice. Narrowing his eyes gives them his famous Batman glare.

The bickering stops, and they turn their attention to him.

"Let me make myself clear, be on your best behavior and do not start trouble. Once we land, stay close by my side. Do you understand?"

Red Robin, Nightwing, and Batgirl nod their heads. After a few moments, Red Hood and Robin show they understand by nodding their heads, too.

Batman turns back to the front window and starts to move the ship toward the planet.

Realization starts to overcome the bat family members, and they all look to the front to see the planet.

Tim and Barbara had excited expressions since they were about to visit a different planet and would meet the ruler soon. While Dick, Jason, and Damian were shocked to see the planet and about the possibility that they were about to go to a different planet.

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A guard's com beeps, he answers, and a few words are exchanged. He nods and turns to the queen.

"Your Highness, the Earth's ambassador, has arrived and is now entering our planet."

"Very well, prepare refreshments and send starfighters to guide the ship to one of the land platforms."

"Yes, Your Highness." The guard leaves.

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As the Javelin enters Naboo, they are encountered by starfighters.

Batman presses a button that allows him to speak to the Starfighters. "This is Batman, Ambassador of Earth."

"Batman, this is Captain Olie; we are ordered by Queen Amidala to escort you to Theed Royal Palace. You can just follow us."

The starfighters fly ahead but not far from the Javelin. Batman starts to follow them.

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As they fly to the palace, all of them look out their windows to look at the new environment. Tim and Barbara show excited and awe expressions. Jason and Dick are in awe too. And Damian, even though he tried not to show it, thought the planet was beautiful too and a bit excited to experience a new environment, a new planet!

Bruce had to admit it was beautiful, and it looked peaceful.

Once landing in a near landing platform, they exit the ship wearing their superhero suits. As they exit the Javelin, a handmaiden and two guards walk toward them.

"Sir Batman, Ambassador of Earth, I am here to escort you to the throne room to meet with Queen Amidala." She gestures for them to follow her.

The other bat members give each other glances. Batman just starts to walk with her as the others follow him.

They reach the throne room, and the guards open the doors for the guests. (Pretend there are more chairs.)

On the throne sat the queen of Naboo. On both sides beside her are two handmaidens in their own seats. On her left is Captain Typho.

The batboys and batgirl look at the queen in complete awe. Batman just gives a neutral expression, but on the inside, he feels different.

'She is even more beautiful in person.'

"Batman, Welcome to Naboo. I hope you managed to travel here safely with no complications."

"Queen Amidala. Thank you for inviting us to your planet and agree to meet with us."

"The Council of Naboo, Chancellor Valorum, and I have discussed and created a peace treat, but I would like to discuss it more with you."

A servant brings in a tray of refreshments. (Y/N) notices the other masked heroes.

"I see that you have brought company with you. Would all care to introduce yourselves, please?"

The others glance at each other, finally, Robin decides to introduce himself.

"Robin, I aide Batman on his missions and patrols around Gotham City. It's a great pleasure to meet you, Queen Amidala."

She nods in his direction before looking at the person next to him.

"Nightwing, protector of Bludhaven, former leader of the Teen Titans. It's very nice to meet you." He offers her a kind smile.

She nods her head and gives a small smile back, but gives a curious look. "What is a Teen Titan?"

Then shifts her gaze to the female hero.

"Batgirl, formerly known as Oracle. Thank you for inviting us here. You have a beautiful home planet!"

She gave Batgirl a grateful smile, "Thank you." Then she looked at the other male hero; he looked a bit younger than her, maybe around her age.

He shyly waves to her, "Hi, Red Robin. I also help Batman, as well as the other bat family members. Y-you have a really lovely home, you're beautiful, I-I-I mean your home is beautiful. Not saying that you're not beautiful because you are." He continues to stutter.

Robin rolls his eyes. "Smooth, Drake. Very subtle."

Queen Amidala just looks a little amused and tries not to laugh. She offers a smile and raises her hand to him, which gets to him stop. "It's alright, Red Robin. I understand, and thank you. You flattered me."

Red Robin opens his mouth but closes it and blushes.

She then looks to the last hero. He's physically well-built and has his arms crossed. She notices the blasters strapped to both sides of his legs.

"Name's Red Hood, vigilante of Gotham. And I got to say, you are way more hot in person compared to the photo that was sent to us." He complimented with a hidden smirk and gave a noticeable wink in your direction.

The handmaidens give a soft offend gasp and Captain Typho stiffens and clenches his fists.

Queen Amidala, however, is thankful the makeup covers her blush. She gave a confused look, but there was a fluttering feeling in her chest. She snaps back to reality and fixes her face into a neutral expression.

"Thank you, Red Hood. As much as I am flattered by your...compliment, we should probably go into the discussion about the treaty."

Batman, after sending a scolding glare to Red Hood (who does not show any regret about what happened but instead smugly looks to the other bat heroes who are glaring at him), looks to the queen.

"I agree; I do have a few questions and concerns."

"Of course, let us begin."

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After discussing and reviewing the treaty, it was dusk. The Queen had adjourned the meeting and would talk with the Council of Naboo and Senator of Naboo tomorrow about the treat.

"I'll have some servants show you to your rooms that you will be staying in for a while. Once you have settled in, I'll have a couple of my handmaidens come to escort you to the dining room for dinner."

"Thank you, Queen Amidala." Batman gives a small bow.

Six servants show up in the throne room. Each of them escorts the heroes to the royal guest rooms. Bruce, Tim, and Barbara are neighbors; across from them are Dick, Damian, and Jason. All get comfortable with their room.

Near evening, two handmaidens come to each of their rooms to take them to the dining room, where the Queen is sitting at the end of the table waiting for them.

On the table are plates of food that seem questionable to the Batboys and Batgirls since this is their first time trying alien food. Bruce doesn't show it but even he seems to question the food but is curious to at least try some.

"Welcome, come every one, sit down. Enjoy the food."

Thinking for a moment, (Y/N) wonders if she should help them with which food is the best. After all, it is probably their first time trying food that was outside their planet.

"I would recommend the Shaak pot roast or the tip-yip but if any of you do not eat meat then I would try the Xizor salad or Aquaris Broth. Please let us know if you have any questions on the other food items."

The Batfamily sends appreciative looks toward her and starts to dish out. The servants that were about to dish out plates for them stop as they see this. They look to the queen, their expression partially asking, "What do we do?"

The queen just smiles and waves a hand to them. "It's alright. Let them dish out by themselves. It's getting late; why don't you all grab a plate and then retire for tonight or head back home to your families."

The servants smile at the queen and bow to her while both say. "Thank you, your highness."

The servants sit down and start to dish out as well.

There are different emotions running through the bat family. For all of them, there's admiration. For a few, there's surprise, confusion, and approval.

One who was most confused was Damian. It wasn't normal for the young adult to see a royal figure treating their servants like they were their equals.

His taught by his grandfather and mother that as royal figures, they are superior and therefore do not see non-royal figures, servants to be exact, as their equals.

But the more he thought of it, the more he started to admire the young ruler. This action showed that she was kind, generous, and fair. It made her even more beautiful.

They just eat their food for a while until one of the heroes decides to ask a couple of questions.

"So, what is it like being a queen? And how did you get the throne early? It just...you seem rather young...not that is a bad thing, but wouldn't your parents still be the ones running the throne?" Red Robin had asked.

Red Hood was about to scold him for asking those questions in the middle of dinner but stopped because he was curious, too. He wanted to know more about his sweetheart, about her.

The other masked vigilantes were curious as well.

(Y/N) stop mid-bite and set her spoon down in the bowl.

"Being queen can have hardships, but it can also be rewarding. I serve my people, and I do what is best for them. I've got to meet many different people and make connections and friendships with a few of them. As for how I got the throne, I wasn't born of royalty blood but rather I was elected by the people of Naboo. As for my parents, my father is an excellent builder, educator, and relief worker, while my mother voluntarily works in a variety of social services roles helping the underprivileged. I would sometimes go with my father to his relief missions to aid other people on different planets. It's what encouraged me to pursue this role."

Tim listens closely and pays full attention to her. He's actually surprised but amazed about her being elected for this role.

"Wow!...you must be very intelligent to have gotten such a role. It's amazing, and from the sound of it, you like to serve. Where did you go to school? Is there a specific school you have to go to? Different programs? It's amazing some your age could do this! I mean of course, I'm around you as well,...possibly. I mean I not old..not that I'm saying your old! Because you're not. You are young. Look young. B-beautiful, k-kind, and generous, and fair, amazing.

"Calm down there, Red Robin. I think she gets the point." Nightwing said.

"Stop. You're embarrassing yourself and us, for that matter." Robin said to him in a blank and annoyed tone.

(Y/N) just looks on in amusement and covers her mouth a little with her right hand but cannot control the small giggle that escapes past her lips. Even her servants find this amusing but manage to keep themselves from laughing at this event happening before them.

The Batmembers stop talking and freeze as they listen to her laugh. They thought it was a very nice laugh and couldn't help but smile. (Bruce and Damian gave small smiles, of course. But it is still a smile.)

Once (Y/N) got control of herself, she stopped giggling but still had a content smile on her face. She actually felt grateful for the young hero, it's been a while since she had even laughed.

"Thank you, Red Robin. You still continue to flatter me, and it's been a while since I laughed. You are one of a kind."

Red Robin couldn't stop the large grin growing on his face. He ducked his head and looked away, trying to hide his blushed face.

Unnoticed by the young queen, Nightwing, Red Hood, and Robin try but fail to hide their envious expressions. While both Batgirl and Batman look a bit amused but also a bit jealous.

"Who does he think he is, making my beloved laugh like that?"

"I could have found a way to make her laugh. I have great charm, too."

"I compliment her and get a negative reaction. But when he does it, they find it amusing and harmless. Back off, Tim."

"She has an adorable laugh. But, ugh!...serious, how does Tim do it?"

Bruce did feel a bit jealous, but he can be patient. He just needs to find the right time and place.

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your-regular-toast-enjoyer · 1 year

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The only one: Yandere Damian Wayne x reader

Damian Wayne x reader or Damian Wayne/reader

Yandere!Damian Wayne x reader or Yandere Damian Wayne x Reader

Word count: 11 368 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, kidnapping, adult Damian Wayne (inspired and mostly based off of Damian in Batman beyond & Injustice 2: Gods among us), toxic family relations, obsession. Other than that, there's no s*x or anything of the like.

This was requested by @simligul

“How lovely…” Damian sneered.

You were all standing together in the Titan tower lobby, ready to go out to eat dinner, and Jaime had just explained to the green-eyed Robin how he had booked a table at a steakhouse, which didn’t serve any vegetarian dishes other than salads.

“I mean, you could just get a salad and instead focus on hanging out with us”, Jaime attempted to argue, it was clear that he didn’t want Damian to agree though. Damian was already annoyed and blew his team members off with a rough, “It doesn’t matter, I’ll just stay back.” You felt bad for him. It was unlike the others to be so non-accommodating, but they seemingly always had it out for the team’s leader, and you had yet to be let in on the reason why. Sure, he could be rude! But was that really rationale enough to treat him like the plague?

You were new to the team, Black Canary’s long-time protégé.

Dinah had been apprehensive when it came to letting you be on the Teen Titans. She had always acted like a protective mother-hen, and as your mother’s best friend, she felt obligated to keep you safe, despite your work as a vigilante. Both your mother and Dinah had been worried about you becoming a vigilante sidekick all those years ago, but with your growing meta-abilities, giving you the ability to control and create ice, it had seemed like the best way to help your then-ten-year-old self. You had been shipped far away from your mother and over to Dinah. The blonde hero had pretty much taken care of you ever since. You would never admit it, but Dinah was the first person you thought of when asked about your mother, not the woman who gave birth to you and whom you only ever saw for the holidays. It was a sad reality, but you realised why your mother, who knew nothing of how to handle superpowers, couldn’t deal with a child running around and freezing all her furniture to the ground, all her food into icicles and risking one day freezing a person to death. Oliver had handled the legality of it all, ultimately, money does speed up the process of a partial adoption, just a smidge. Eight years later, though, you were certainly a force to be reckoned with.

Still, being next to a seasoned superhero and being in a team led by a boy no more than a year older than you were two very different things. Your mother had argued this point up and down, pushing it through your ears and hoping it’d stick in your mind. You didn’t care though, you wanted to be part of the team.

You had always seen how all the other sidekicks had such close bonds and yet the only other sidekick... Well, ex-sidekick… You ever managed to befriend was Roy Harper. He often came by Dinah’s place, which was your home too, when his mentor wasn’t there. However, Roy was more than ten years older than you, he acted like your older brother, not your friend. On top of that, he had a kid and was technically his own hero now. You couldn’t relate to him. Your classmates in high school were of no solace either. None of them knew anything of your secret double life. On top of that, it was hard to keep any friends among them, since you were constantly absent, (off on a mission with Dinah). Academically you did great, Dinah taught you herself whenever you were away, but socially? You were failing miserably. As an eighteen-year-old, your youngest friend isn’t supposed to be a decade older and fathering a kid.

You had become desperate to find company amongst the other sidekicks. You had practically begged Oliver one evening to help you convince Dinah to let you join the Teen Titans, (which didn’t actually contain a lot of teenagers anymore, but they were still within a relatively close age range to you).

The blonde-bearded hero had relented after a while, (having known you since you were a kid, he had never been very good at denying you anything). However, he only did so on the condition that you’d deal with some of the more mindless paperwork related to Queen industries. He had been sure that your dedication to being part of a new team wasn’t as big as your disdain for the asinine task of sorting, filling in and shipping off hundreds of reports. Yet, you had, and he had been obligated to hold up his end of the deal. Oliver spent hours buttering up Dinah to finally make her relent, but she was still on high alert and had even offered to buy you anything you’d want if you just stayed with her. However, you were determined to form new bonds with fellow young vigilantes, it was time to break out of your shell after all these years.

When you entered the large T-shaped tower along with your mentor, you felt a strange mix of total horror and unbridled excitement bubble in your lower abdomen, like the first time you fought alongside Black Canary. On the outside, however, you appeared unimpressed, perhaps even disgruntled. The other Titans had assumed that you were being forced to join, a comically ironic departure from the truth. Still, as you packed out your stuff in your new room, a secret smile betrayed your true feelings about the situation.

You met the team as it currently stood, it had gone through many iterations, but this was your team, the one that you would fight alongside.

You first met Jaime Reyes, he was a few years older than you but was ultimately a sweetheart. You had caught both him and another young man, Garfield Logan, playing a video game which you recognised from Roy’s apartment. Garfield was friendly as well, perhaps a little too friendly… He had jumped to hug you upon first meeting you, completely forgetting about his game with Jaime and crossing any personal space you might’ve wished to uphold. You let him though, it was nice feeling welcomed.

As Dinah walked you further through the tower, she introduced you to Rachel, who had simply given you a court nod, before returning to one of her leather-bound spell-books.

Koriand’r, Victor Stone and Dick Grayson had been next up on your list of members to greet, all being found together conversing. Technically, Dick wasn’t part of the team, however, since Kori was and she spent most of her time at the Titans tower, so did Dick, at every chance he got. He was like a puppy who couldn’t stray too far away from her side, lest he be lost forever. They all gave you warm smiles and firm pats on the back, they were all in the middle of their twenties, far older than any of the others, but still, they remained on the team. Koriand’r mostly being there as a mentor and a much-needed adult presence, whereas Vic simply couldn’t remove himself from the team, which had picked him up from his lowest points more times than he could count.

It gave you a sense of security that actual adults were part of the team, not just a handful of seventeen to nineteen-year-olds. It felt like a much-welcomed safety net, just like Dinah had always been for you.

The last on the list had been the team’s official leader, Damian Wayne. He had been in the position since he turned thirteen and had kept it well for over six years, it gave prestige to his name and it made you look forward to meeting him. However, as Dinah let you into Damian’s office, (a small room at the end of the hallway containing the bedrooms), you quickly realised that he would be the most unpleasant aspect of working with the Titans. He had simply given you an annoyed glance before referring to your teacher, “I suppose you want me to take your little sidekick under the team’s wings?”

Dinah had scoffed, uncaring whether Damian heard it or not, “Me? No, I’d prefer to keep my sidekick by my side, but Olli thinks it’d be good for them to interact more with people their own age”. Damian had raised one thick dark eyebrow. He looked like he wanted to let out a sarcastic insult, but decided against it. Dinah was, after all, a member of the Justice League, Bruce would have his tongue if he offended the blonde hero. “Fine, but I’ll send them back to you if they don’t have the skills required for our team”. Dinah had agreed to his conditions with a frown, she knew that they’d keep you, no matter how much she was going to miss having you by her side, she had to let you go and let you go on your own adventures.

Damian hadn’t ended up being very pleasant to you for most of your stay at the Teen Titans. He wasn’t a bully, but he never let his opinions pass through a filter. As a confidante, he would be horrible. Still, you respected his fighting and leadership abilities, and just because he wasn’t easy to get along with, didn’t mean that he was a bad person. The other young titans didn’t seem to grasp this concept, however.

“If you’re going to be so dramatic about a restaurant choice, then it’s probably better anyways”, Jaime spat at Damian. His aggression towards your leader shocked you, never had Jaime even come close to raising his voice at you, much less sounding so spiteful.

“Whatever” Damian shrugged, turning around and starting to walk out, gently whispering under his breath, “كل قهرا (Kol Khara)...” No one except you heard it, and his tone of voice made a pit form in your lower abdomen, tucking on you to do something, anything, to stand up for the young man. Right before Damian left the room, you exclaimed “I’ll stay back too”. Garfield tried to argue, “No, y/n! Come on! I’m sure Damian will be fine on his own!” His coercion didn’t work on you, and you stood your ground, shaking your head firmly. “No one should be left alone in the tower. Besides, I’m not too into steakhouses, anyways.” Garfield seemed deflated at the thought of you not joining them, looking pleadingly at the others for backup.

Victor or Jaime would’ve usually helped Garfield convince you. However, when your eyes briefly met Jaime’s, your scowl made your disappointment in him clear, and he backed down with an apologetic look. Victor tried to push out some statement that might change your mind. However, by the time he had found the words, you were already waving them off and walking over to Damian’s side.

As the rest of the Titans slowly filtered out of the tower, you turned to Damian. The shy smile that you had previously worn around the others slowly melted into a deadpan. You knew Damian would find your smile mocking, so you didn’t force yourself to hold up any pretences. “Pizza?” You asked as you dug your hands into the pocket of your hoodie. The young man’s green eyes studied you briefly, searching for any hidden meanings behind your act of kindness. “Why did you do that? I can be on my own, no problem. You don’t have to babysit me.” He spoke through his teeth, making him resemble a robot as his lips barely moved. “I don’t like steak-”, you shrugged nonchalantly, “-Did you want pizza or not?”

Giving you a suspicious look, Damian shook his head, “Sure. I’ll pay”.

You knew that Damian had a hard time letting others pay for him, he despised the feeling of being indebted. That was the most profound thing you knew about him, which you honestly found concerning, you practically knew nothing of your team captain. Calling up the nearest pizza place, you had them deliver the pizza to a corner close to the tower. Neither Damian nor you could risk anyone knowing your secret identities, and you didn’t feel like getting into your costumes just for a pizza delivery.

Slowly trudging down to the agreed-upon corner, you forgot to keep an eye on the traffic as you passed the road to the corner. Suddenly, you felt a harsh yank on your arm and a rush of air beside you. As per instinct, you fired a fist towards the direction of your assailant, only to have your hand caught by Damian. He had been the one to pull you back, and as you gave him a confused look, he flicked his index finger into your forehead. “Ow! What’s wrong with you?!” You exclaimed, massaging the affected area with the fingers of your left hand. Damian seemed agitated as his grip on your arm tightened, “What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with you?! You almost got run over by a car, you idiot!”

You slowly blinked at him, letting out a quiet, “Oh…Thanks”.

Damian scoffed, tugging you across the road, still holding your arm in an iron grip, “Don’t worry about it”.

Damian was still holding your forearm tight when the pizza delivery guy arrived. The teenager in the blue pizza-place uniform gave the two of you a wary glance. It looked as if Damian was holding you against your will as you both held agitated facial expressions and the green-eyed man simply pushed the money you owed into the delivery guy’s hands, taking the pizzas and pulling you away. In reality, Damian had claimed that he didn’t trust that you wouldn’t get yourself into danger again if he let go of you. You supposed that it was a kind gesture, but your arm was starting to ache and Damian’s sour countenance made it look like you had just killed his new puppy.

When you and Damian re-entered the Titans Tower, he finally let go of your arm, setting the two steaming pizzas on the kitchen counter, before he started to rummage through multiple cupboards, looking for a pizza slicer. You discreetly rubbed the area that your team leader had squeezed so firmly. You didn’t want to complain to him, afraid he might make fun of your weakness. Still, he seemed aware, despite having his back turned to you. “Did my grip hurt you?” His voice was precise yet a certain calmness rounded his otherwise harsh tone. “Don’t worry about it”, you tried to reassure him, but he refused to let the topic go. “I didn’t ask you whether I should worry or not, I asked if your arm hurts?”

You stared at the dark tufts of hair at the back of the man’s head, a sense of bitter annoyance filling your throat. Why did he need to know if it hurt or not when you had already told him that it wasn’t a big deal? “A little, but it’s nothing compared to any of the injuries I get on the daily from sparring with Kori”, you giggled softly at the thought of how Koriand’r often left anything from tiny burn marks to black and blue bruises of varying yet considerable sizes. You had often wanted to spar with someone more on your level, like Garfield or Jaime, but you and Koriand’r were natural sparring partners. Her ability to shoot rays of fire perfectly contrasted your snow-themed meta-abilities.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you”, Damian muttered as he finally found the pizza cutter, turning around and meeting your eyes. For a second you were rendered gelid, his eyes were the deepest shade of forest green you had ever seen, with specks of a minty blue and rich gold spread throughout. You almost breathed out a woah, but managed to catch it mid-air by taking a deep breath. You had never realised that eyes could be so stunning, they almost seemed artificial. Forcing your gaze away from Damian, who himself had stood still, staring into your eyes, you turned to the food. Walking to the counter and unpacking the pizzas, you tried your best to ignore how Damian’s searing gaze was burning holes into your backside. It almost felt like he had aimed a laser at you while you were trying to avoid embarrassing yourself in front of him. “Can I have the pizza cutter?” You requested airily, it felt as if your team leader’s wonderfully green eyes were sucking out the oxygen from your lungs with their intensity. Making his way to your side, Damian pushed you away from the pizzas, “I’ll do it. You’ll just end up cutting yourself”. Finally, his fierce gaze dragged off you and onto the food in front of him. A chill went down your back and you realised that you had accidentally cooled down the entire room with your powers. You could’ve facepalmed at yourself, thinking, ‘that’s probably why he looked at me like that. I was literally turning the entire kitchen into a freezer!’

Calming yourself down and letting up on the use of your powers, the room slowly heated up once again. Damian didn’t comment on the sudden temperature changes, instead platting three slices of both your pizzas and taking them to the dinner table. Standing still for a while, seemingly pondering something, Damian finally put down both of your plates next to each other. “Come over here”, he commanded softly, dragging a hand through his thick hair, the muscles under his golden skin flexing in turn. With hesitant steps, you made it to the chair where your pizza had been put in front. Before you could drag out your chair, Damian did it for you, gesturing for you to sit down. Giving him a suspicious glance, you acquiesced. It wasn’t like Damian to be such a gentleman, or at least you didn’t think it was. Truth be told, you didn’t actually know much about how he usually acted. Damian always kept to himself or hung out with Dick when he was there, he hadn’t given you much of a chance to get to know him on any more than a surface level. When your thighs hit the pillow of the seat, Damian gently pushed the chair in place, before taking his place beside you. You ate in silence for a while, until Damian suddenly spoke up, “Thank you, by the way”. You were confused, why was he thanking you? Because you stayed silent? That wasn’t much to thank you for, your lack of social experience usually kept you relatively quiet. Deciding to be bold and ask him, you almost faltered as you turned to see Damian staring at you again. “What are you thanking me for?”

Raising a single mocking eyebrow, Damian tried not to sound harsh as he explained, “For staying behind to keep me company. I know that you didn’t just do it because you dislike steakhouses or whatever. It was nice of you, thank you.” His use of short and concise sentences almost made every word he spoke sound like an important disclosure, like something you’d expect to come out of the mouth of a scientist explaining the danger of a chemical substance.

“Oh, no worries. They were being arseholes anyways, they usually aren’t that way, I don’t know what happened with them today-”, Damian interrupted you with a loud scoff. “Perhaps they’re nice to you, but to me? They’re always like that, I’m not even surprised anymore”, his tone seemed like a mix of scorn and lament.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know”, you had no idea what else to say, what could anyone say in that situation? It was a lie, obviously, you were quite aware that your other teammates didn’t treat your leader particularly well. What you didn’t know, however, was that it actually affected Damian. He had always seemed like this indestructible wall, no emotions, all logic. You had never resented him for that, you had honestly respected it, but what you had never done was consider him human like the rest of you… well, except Koriand’r.

“Don’t apologise for others. You’re being kind to me… As the only one”, the last part barely came out as a whisper, it was clear he didn’t want you to hear it, but had to let it out, or else he’d burst.

Taking the last bite of your third pizza slice, you took the plate to the sink. You had no idea how to deal with Damian at that moment, you had practically grown up with Dinah, a licensed therapist, and yet you had no idea how to tackle the Wayne boy’s display of emotions. It was such a rare occasion, you knew, and with his hardened composure, it was obvious that he hated being vulnerable. You wagered that he’d probably have preferred to have this minor breakdown with anyone else except the newest member of his team. However, since you were the only one there, you supposed you’d have to do. Roy did always tell you that you were a great person to rant to, lending your ears to anyone willing to speak their woes.

Going over to Damian, you offered him your hand. He looked almost offended at the gesture, with his eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched all the way up. Still, he gently placed his rough palm in yours, forgetting his last pizza slice. Hoisting him up, you lead him to your room in complete silence, except for the thumps of your feet hitting the floor. Closing the door behind you, you led him to your bed, and plopped on top of your duvet, dragging him down with you. “Speak”, you gently suggested, hand still intertwined with his. “What?” Damian questioned, looking at you like you were mad. “Talk about how you feel about the others, please. It usually helps to get it out. I promise, whatever you say in this room, stays in this room”, you requested with a sweet smile, urging him to open up, if only a bit.

“No.” Damian refused immediately, he wasn’t the type to share his worries and woes, so why was it any of your concern that he felt unfairly treated by his teammates? That he already preferred you, the newest member, over the others, because the others always assumed the worst about him and simply treated him like a robot sent to make their lives difficult, despite him just trying to keep them all safe?!

“I can see why that’d make you feel alienated by them”, you muttered peacefully, your thumb rubbing calming circles into the skin of his hand, just like you had always done with Roy.

“Shit-”, Damian breathed out, he had said all of that out loud. ‘Way to go Damian!’ His mind screamed at him. He felt exposed and vulnerable like he had just ripped his skin off and presented you with all of his bleeding organs. It was disgusting and he felt the need to backtrack. Yet, the rhythm of your finger tracing lazy shapes on top of his skin made him enjoy the moment just a bit too much to let it go.

“Why are you doing this?” Damian asked with no small amount of scepticism.

“Everyone deserves someone to listen to them, that’s what Dinah always says. Besides, my best friend is literally Roy Harper”, you answered casually. Your last sentence made Damian laugh, despite himself. It was no thunderously bellowing laughter, as you knew his brother had from the few times you and Jason Todd had visited Roy at the same time, but rather a contained yet harmonious chuckle. Still, your argument was valid, Roy’s mental instability and former partiality towards drugs were infamous within vigilante circles.

Damian considered you for a moment, before leaning in closer as if what he told you was a rumour to be whispered. Starting off slowly and carefully, Damian admitted feeling as if had no one at the Titans to speak with, as if they all compared him to his older brothers and were disappointed. He felt as if he was oftentimes the only one who saw matters logically. As evidence of this claim, he cited incidents such as Terra’s traitorous nature slipping through Kori’s fingers because the woman refused to do background checks, or how just last week Jaime had almost gotten all of you killed because he refused to attack a crying henchman soliloquizing about his family, who turned out to simply be acting to divert the team’s attention from the bomb planted close by. He was frustrated by their idiocy and the way he spoke so passionately on the issue, you were able to deduce that what really frustrated him was the fear that the team would get themselves hurt.

You let Damian vent out all of his frustrations until the sound of the front door opening harshly followed by Jaime and Garfield’s yelling filled the entire tower. Damian shut his mouth like a clamp immediately, yet he sent you a grateful smile, which revealed the deep dimples on the side of his cheeks. “Thank you for listening to me, صديقة/صديق, (Sadeek/Sadeekah)”, Damian squeezed your hand one last time before sneaking out of your room, unseen. A weight lifted off his shoulders and a curious pit formed in his stomach.

You and Damian started talking sporadically after that, it was never in front of the other teammates, but Damian seemingly always managed to catch you alone for a few minutes every few days. You’d exchange a few hushed jokes or comment on the latest mission. It almost felt as if your newfound friendship was illegal. As if the others couldn’t know that you found Damian’s company pleasant and almost refreshing compared to the hyperactivity of Garfield, Jaime’s constant laments about his previous friends, Brenda and Paco, or Kori’s disturbing lack of filter. Damian was a delightful contrast to the constant tumult that the others provided and you felt as if he already knew you better than yourself. His music recommendations were always bangers, his favourites in everything from food to movies always seemed to match up perfectly with yours, and if a particular teammate had been an irritation that day, he always commented on it, which felt nice as it confirmed your own feelings on the matter. It almost felt as if the two of you were made to be friends.

The truth was, Damian did in fact know you pretty well. It was hard not to after having hacked into your computer and phone, looking through your google searches and favourite music, and sneaking into your room while you were on patrol, going through all of your things, as well as discreetly observing you whenever you were in the same room as him, (had he not been a trained assassin, he was sure that he would have been caught staring by at least one of your team members).

After your earnest kindness during that evening when the others had left for the steakhouse, an unfamiliar feeling had started to spread through his body. At first, he had thought he got sick, but after having gone to the doctor and been cleared for any physical ailments, he had started to panic. What was going on with him?! The image of your face never left his mind, a strange pain went through his chest every time he was far away from you and whenever either Jaime, Garfield or Victor touched you, he experienced a rage unlike any other.

He had gone directly to Dick the moment his brother visited. The older man had chuckled at first, explaining that it was probably just a crush, but Damian disagreed vehemently. The green-eyed man had experienced crushes before, he once had one on Rachel and even some of his fellow assassin trainees as a kid, but this was entirely different.

Dick had shrugged and waved it off as Damian’s first time falling properly in love, comparing it to how he had been with many women throughout his life because he was attracted to them, but he had only ever been in love with Barbara and Koriand’r. Damian hadn’t really understood the explanation, but he did gather that he could perhaps have with you what his brother had with the two red-heads, just… more exclusive.

Maybe Dick would have been more careful with his explanation had he known his brother’s obsessive tendencies. In later years Grayson would defend himself with the phrase, “Who assumes that about their brother?” But at that point it would be much too late, after his talk with Dick, Damian had gained a new insight into himself. He was definitely in love with you.

Still, Damian had felt the need to do as many background checks on you as possible, hence his first visit to your room without your permission. He refused to let his feelings turn him into danger, ever the sceptic. Yet, when all came back green, he let his heart guide him for the first time in his entire nineteen years of life. It felt freeing and he became deathly afraid of losing the feeling.

Still, this overwhelming sensation came with its drawbacks. Never had Damian felt so jealous of anyone or anything, not even Tim. Most of his jealousy was aimed at his green teammate, the man going by the moniker Beast-Boy, Garfield Logan. His newest enemy, in a long line of them. The man was clearly your best friend on the team, always plastered right by your side. It was cruel how you were so open with your friendship with Garfield, but hid away your affiliation with Damian. On top of that, it was so obvious that the little green freak had a crush on you, it was almost too much for Damian to bear. Garfield didn’t deserve you, Damian did. The green-eyed Robin was simply looking for a reason to do away with the beastly man. No matter the severity.

It was a warm and sunny Saturday afternoon, you were relaxing on your bed, reading a book that you had recently lent to Victor, but never gotten around to finishing yourself. It was on these days that your ice powers were the weakest, you had barely been able to shoot a single beam of ice at Koriand’r during training earlier and had needed to resort to hand-to-hand combat within the first ten minutes. It had you exhausted and your powers totally drained. So tired were you, in fact, that you hadn’t even bothered to pack away most of your melee weapons. Knives laid on your desk and bedside table, out in the open, it was against almost every rule in the protocol. However, you were just so exhausted that you would rather deal with the consequences of getting caught leaving your weapons out than stand up and do any work for a single second more.

A loud knock ripped you out of your reading. A shame really, you had just reached the good part.

“Come in!” You urged with a deep sigh, and the door opened to reveal Damian.

“Did I interrupt something?” he asked, displaying a smug smile, knowing you wouldn’t mind his light teasing.

“Just my book reading. What’s up?” You replied as you sat up properly. You hadn’t even noticed that you’d slid so far down with your back, your neck practically leaning against your bed’s headrest.

“Just wanted to hang out with you, and thought you probably wouldn’t mind”, Damian made his way into the room, quietly closing the door behind him, making sure that none of the others saw him enter.

You hummed in confirmation as Damian lifted your legs, plopping down on your bed, before laying them over his lap, not changing your previous position.

Relaxing your body again, your eyes drifted to the page you had gotten to, continuing to read the story, but Damian had a different idea, plucking the hardcover from your hands and turning the pages towards himself. You dragged your legs back towards yourself and leaned closer to Damian, trying to grab your book back. However, once you had gotten relatively close, the green-eyed man leant back as well, a clear smirk bending his plump lips. You continued to pursue your book until Damian was on his back, book covering his face, and you leaning over him, an arm on each side. From behind the cover of the book, you heard his muffled voice, proud and taunting, “My, my, Y/n. I didn’t know you felt that way-” Your face started to burn like a fire, unaccustomed to the flirtatious tone in Damian’s voice. Using your powers, you attempted to cool your skin down before your friend saw, but it was too late, as Damian had already moved the book away from his face. “Wow, Y/n. Is it that bad? You’re getting all worked up”, his smug expression worsened, which told you that he had planned for something like this to happen. Yet, as you were examining his face up close, you were momentarily caught off guard. You had never realised how beautiful Damian actually was. You knew that Bruce was considered attractive by pretty much anyone who was into men, heck, even you could admit that he was good-looking. And from the few pictures of Talia that you had seen on the Justice League supercomputer, you could confirm that she was gorgeous. So, it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Damian was absolutely stunning, but still, it somehow surprised you how everything on him just seemed visually appealing. His eyes, which were so green that you’d think he wore contact lenses. His thick dark hair, currently spread out on the foot of your bed like a mini halo. His skin, which held such a beautiful golden colour, even if it was dimmed significantly from being inside writing up reports for the Justice League most of the time. Reaching forward slowly, you let a single finger trace along his nose, roman in shape, which gave his face character along with his sharp jaw. He was like a Greek statue. Damian’s gaze was focused on you, eyes blown wide. Yet, as you continued to trace your finger down his face, as if in a trance, his long eyelashes started to flutter, gradually closing his eyelids and enjoying the sensation of his face being caressed. He wasn’t used to physical affection and had been sure that he wouldn’t like it, even if he got it. However, when it came from you, it just seemed so gentle, so… correct? Like you were supposed to touch his face like this. Like if you didn’t, the world would go down in violent flames. But as soon as the moment began, it ended. When you realised what you were doing, your hand sprang away from his skin like a frightened spider. You almost pulled away, but Damian’s strong hand grasped your wrist, eyes still closed. “Don’t stop, please”. If your face hadn’t been warm before, it surely was now. How could he be so casual about asking for that? Was this not too much for a pair of friends? Well, you actually weren’t too sure... You hadn’t really had an actual friend since you were ten, maybe this was entirely normal friend behaviour. Who were you to say?

Letting Damian guide your hand back to his face, you gently allowed your palm to brush his right cheek. Leaning into your touch, Damian made a content sound from the back of his throat. Both of you were surprised that he was capable of such a thing. Putting his free hand between your shoulder blades, Damian coaxed you closer, getting you to put your weight on your elbows instead of your hand and wrist. You were so near each other, all one of you had to do to meet each other’s skin was to lean a little up or down, depending on which of you took the initiative. After you had continued your tender ministrations on the right side of your friend’s face for a while, Damian carefully moved your hand to his jaw, turning his face and leaning up to meet your lips. His attempt at a kiss was broken when your bedroom door swung open to reveal Garfield standing in the opening. A beat of silence occurred and if anyone had dropped a pin, it would have made a resonating clatter.

The green boy stood still, shocked at the scene and with a look of outrage on his wide-set features. “What the heck are you doing to them?!”

Looking at your position, you understood how this could be perceived as Damian forcing you upon him, especially with his hands placed controllingly on your hand and back. Couple that with Garfield’s total lack of knowledge of your friendship. It wasn’t a pretty look for the man under you.

You quickly tried to explain Damian’s innocence, but the man himself jumped in to defend himself, or so you thought. Instead of explaining the situation to Garfield, who stood in the doorframe, ready to turn into a tiger and maul the green-eyed Robin on the spot, Damian simply spat out an annoyed, “Get out!”

Garfield didn’t move, however. He instead entered the room, slamming the door behind him. “No! Let them go and get away from them!”

Again you tried to explain, but before the words even reached your lips, Damian tugged you closer, burrowing your head in his shoulder and sending his green comrade a challenging look. “Or what?”

Garfield was taken aback, he didn’t expect things to escalate this far, but he adored you, thought of you as a dear friend, and there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for his friends, which he decidedly didn’t consider Damian to be. “I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to touch anything again”.

Realising how bad things were getting, you attempted to push Damian off you to diffuse the tensions, but he kept you in place and you began beating on his chest to let you go. “You’re just acting like this because you want them for yourself! You’re trying to take them away from me!” Damian sneered at Garfield as he sat both of you up, still keeping you close to him. Both you and your fellow team member were shocked at Damian’s words. They came out of the blue. “What?! No- That’s not- You know- I don’t-”, Garfield was too stunned to speak, but Damian wasn’t as he again commanded the green man, “Get out”. The man in question growled, “No way! Let them go, you psycho! I’ll tell Grayson how creepy you are!” The mention of his brother made something within Damian snap, he carefully let you go, making sure that he didn’t hurt you, the last moment of silence. Before you even had time to react, Damian grabbed a pencil from your desk, currently ignoring the knives abandoned next to it, and swung at Garfield. The attacked was able to jump away in time for the lead-cored writing utensil to just narrowly miss his head. It still bore deep into his shoulder, though, and he let out a howl in pain. You attempted to run to your friend’s aid, but both men told you to stay out of it. You wanted to race out of the door and get some of the others to help you, but the two men were blocking your path. You attempted to freeze both of the men’s feet, anything to keep them from each others’ throats, but your powers gave out on you and barely made a pfft sound as two puny clouds of snow emerged from your palms. You were panicking as Garfield turned into a verdant lion, right before your very eyes. You screamed for the two of them to stop, for one of them to just leave, anything other than fighting. You knew that a showdown would only result in someone getting seriously hurt and you wanted that for neither of your friends. You practically begged them to end the fight, but they both ignored you, with Damian grabbing two of the knives on your desk, and entering a fighting stance.

You tried to run into the fight but were pushed down to the floor as Garfield jumped at Damian, who expertly sliced open the side of the green animal. A roar of pain filled the room and you wondered how none of the others had shown up yet, wishing with everything in you that Kori would come or even Victor. Any grown adult that was older than twenty. The thought of calling them briefly crossed your mind, but your phone was on the desk, which was being obstructed by the two men fighting. As a last-ditch effort to get help, you screamed your lungs out, “Kori! Victor! Anyone! Please!” Your throat became sore, the skin inside it felt ripped and inflamed, and yet you continued your screaming, like a mantra. But none came.

What you didn’t know was the reason Garfield had gone to your room was to tell you that the others had gone to see a movie, one that both you and the green man had expressed disdain for. Garfield had planned a movie marathon for just the two of you, but now? Those plans seemed like a far-off dream.

Garfield was wounded, severely. Damian hadn’t even gotten a scratch. The dark-haired man considered his opponent as they circled each other. He scoffed, Garfield should’ve known he’d never stand a chance in a fight, but it was nothing if not a net positive for Damian. He got to get rid of the green boy who always clung to your side, so obviously having a crush the size of the moon. Disgusting, Damian thought. Did Garfield not know how beneath you he was? What made him ever believe he’d deserve you? He probably didn’t even love you, you were just someone he’d play around with until he got tired and then he’d throw you away. So far from Damian’s more respectable intentions, from his true and deep love which ran through his blood, getting pumped in through his heart and out through his veins. His love for you was his entire being. So, Damian was happy to get rid of the little green obstacle.

When Garfield jumped at Damian again, he felt a sudden shock as a knife was stuck in his chest. He shook and had to focus his entire being on not turning back into a human, if he did that, the wound would leave a much bigger impact. He didn’t get to ponder on it too long as Damian pushed him to the ground, sitting firmly on his lower abdomen, threatening to stick the second knife into Garfield’s throat. The bleeding man looked for you. If he had to die like this, he’d want to see you one last time. But he couldn’t find you in his sights. Suddenly, the weight on top of him was pushed off. Trying to see who his saviour was, he caught a flash of your shirt. “What is wrong with you two?!” Your voice, you were practically hissing, hoarse beyond measure.

Garfield gasped, and you quickly found your phone, calling your emergency number. You had a special one for the vigilantes, a measure to protect all of your identities.

After ending the call though, you felt something hard collide with your head, and you fell to the ground, blacking out at your back made contact with the floor, an incoherent scream in the background.

Damian had knocked you out with the book you had been reading previously, it had laid abandoned on the bed. He realised what he had just done would mean. He hadn’t considered the ramifications while in the heat of the battle, but now, all he could think about was how he’d lose you if he…when he was kicked off the team. There was no way that they’d let him stay after almost killing a teammate. So, he’d leave on his own accord. His mother would probably be mighty happy to see him again, she wouldn’t mind him bringing along his beloved.

Leaving behind a screaming and bleeding Garfield, Damian picked you up and took out his phone from his pocket. He was surprised that it had stayed in there during the brief fight. Calling up his mother, she picked up immediately, it had been years and yet she was more than a little desperate to hear him utter the words she had waited so long for. “I’m coming home and I’m bringing a friend”.

Dinah was inconsolable. Bruce had already tried to get her to calm down, but any time he opened his mouth, the blonde hero would cry about how this was his fault for raising a lunatic. Oliver also blamed Bruce, even going as far as to suggest making Damian their number one wanted enemy, a decision thoroughly backed by all except Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman.

“He’s a confused boy!” Clark had tried to defend, but Dinah would have none of it.

“He kidnapped my kid, my Y/n! He’s a psychopath and he’s dangerous! Look what he did to Beast-Boy!” The blonde had gestured to the photos of Garfield’s extensive injuries. He had survived, but barely. There was heavy doubt about whether or not he’d ever be able to get back to his vigilante duties. The damage was the worst around his stomach area, where Damian had practically gutted him like a fish.

It had been Garfield that explained what happened. How he had walked in on Damian forcing you upon him, the ensuing fight and your kidnapping. While his story wasn’t entirely true, it got the point across well enough. It had left Dinah and Oliver furious and out for blood.

No matter how much Bruce attempted to convince the other Justice League members that he could convince Damian to give you back, it was hard to take him seriously when they, firstly, had no idea where the two of you were and, secondly, when looking at how he had almost snuffed out the life of a teammate.

The Doom Patrol demanded retribution as well, or at the very least reassurance that Damian would never return as a hero after what he had done to their former mentee. Rita Farr had almost been as devastated as Dinah when she had seen her adoptive son, racing to her green man’s side as soon as she had gotten the news, she still had yet to leave him for any substantial amount of time, barely letting herself get any food.

“I want my sidekick back! Your boy took them from me! That makes it your responsibility too!” Dinah had hissed, letting her mouth hang open for a second, a clear warning that she would have no scruples about blowing up both Wayne men’s heads with her canary cry if she didn’t get the young hero, whom she saw more as her own child, back.

The Justice League had voted on whether or not Damian and Y/n should be hunted down, and it had been an overwhelming five to three in favour.

After the vote, Oliver guided the fishnet-wearing heroine out of the tower to cool off. Slowly, most of the members followed, leaving only Bruce and Clark. Superman placed a hand on his friend’s back and gently rubbed circles into Bruce’s latex-clad back. “We’ll get them to see sense, don’t worry. It’s probably all just a misunderstanding”. Bruce knew that it wasn’t. He always had a feeling that something was off about his youngest son, he had simply ignored the signs in favour of training up yet another young vigilante, fit to take over his legacy.

“It’s not,” Bruce stated bitterly, letting his guilt take over his heart.

Months later, on the other side of the world, in the palace barracks of Eth Alth'eban, you sat next to Damian at a vast breakfast table. It had been so long since he took you with him, you presumed that no one had any idea where you were or that they simply weren’t looking.

Damian hadn’t bothered taking any of your possessions along as he fled with you, so, when the clothes you had been wearing that damned Saturday had gotten sufficiently dirty, you let him outfit you in the deep green robes associated with the Al Ghuls, of which he wore a similar one himself.

It had been long enough for you to give up hope of ever getting rescued. You had tried to escape, multiple times in fact. With your powers, (weak as they were in the beating sun), it was relatively easy to get away from the regular guards, meant to keep you within the palace’s walls. Damian was a completely different story, however. The moment he got news of your escape, he’d instantly know where you’d be heading, he knew you better than anyone else, after all. And as much as you tried to fight back against Damian, it was no use. He was too good of a fighter. So, you resigned yourself to your fate.

“What would you like to eat, beloved? I won’t let you skip a meal”, Damian questioned gently, while holding your hand tightly under the table, tracing figures of eight into your palm. You shrugged, you didn’t like the idea of taking food from your kidnappers, it felt like an admission of consent in the entire matter. Damian’s face hardened, “You have to eat something. I’m not repeating myself again, beloved.” His tone left no room for discussion. He had taken up the unfortunate habit of talking to you like one would a child, entirely incapable of taking care of itself.

“Maybe some fruit? I don’t know”, you stuttered out, which seemed to please Damian immensely.

“Of course”, he smiled as he reached his muscular arm over the table, fishing up a small assortment of colourful fruits, some of which you had never even seen before, and putting them on your plate. You observed his arm carefully, watching the muscles flex under his skin, which had gotten a much healthier golden glow since you arrived at the League of Assassins’ lair.

Talia sat opposite the two of you, her eyes inspecting you with scrutiny. Her gaze made you want to shrivel up and hide behind Damian. She truly was as beautiful as she had seemed on the Justice League computer, if not even more. The computer hadn’t been able to capture just how sharp her green eyes were, nor how said eyes could make you feel like the smallest person in the entire world.

You sent Talia an apologetic smile as if to say, ‘I don’t want me to be here either, we’re in the same boat’. You had no idea if she got the hidden meaning, you doubted she would care, even if she did.

“I’ve taken time off from my duties today, Y/n. Perhaps we could walk through the gardens, or would you rather do something else?” Damian’s voice cut through your thoughts, he was observing you bite into the fruits he had picked out for you, so fresh that their juices dribbled down the corners of your mouth. Looking up at the youngest Al Ghul you opened your mouth to speak, only for him to put a napkin over your lips, wiping away the stickiness left behind on your chin from your breakfast.

“All better”, he muttered as he leaned over and pecked your cheek. Your face heated up. You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to him, but his treatment of Garfield, whom you presumed dead, kept flashing in your head every time you felt ready to forgive him, or at least try to. It made ever moving on with this new life of yours near impossible. “What about the library?” You suggested nervously, Talia’s presence usually did that to you. Leaning close and capturing your tepid lips with his, Damian hummed in agreement. Your eyes went to his mother, who was looking at the two of you with an emotion which was hard for you to decipher.

As you strolled around the library, hand in hand with Damian, you picked out books which caught your interest. The League’s library truly held everything, there was at least one copy of every fiction and non-fiction book you’d ever heard of. “It’s important to have access to all information”, Damian chuckled every time you were surprised that the library held the book you’d ever asked for, no matter how new. You almost suspected that they held the unfinished versions of books, just to be sure that they didn’t miss out on the writer’s process. Despite the gigantic library holding so many books, very few were actually present except you and Damian. “Most assassins are too busy to read often”, a shame you thought, what was the point of having all these books if they never got read?

Deciding on a book to read, you attempted to walk towards a closed-off area with deep green couches, but Damian stopped you, pulling you back, and making you collide with his hard chest. The green-eyed man laughed loudly at your confused expression, his voice carrying across the many bookcases and returning back to you as an echo. Effortlessly plucking the book out of your hand, Damian kissed the crown of your head, whispering into your hair, “let me read to you, beloved”, it wasn’t a question nor was it a command, you couldn’t quite place it as anything other than a statement of fact.

When you reached the sofas, the green-eyed heir pulled you towards him, urging you to sit between his outspread legs, an invitation which you were nervous to refuse. Settling down, you leaned back against his chest, letting the warmth of his body fill you up as he wrapped his free arm around your midsection, before starting to read out loud.

The book itself was disappointing, with one-dimensional characters and a boring setting, however, Damian’s raspy yet clear voice rang out perfectly without vibrato or mistakes in his pronunciation. Like melted chocolate and soft butter, his weirdly mixed accent was smooth and enchanting. You would have listened to him read any book, even a dictionary, for all of eternity. You never realised how musical Damian’s voice indeed was, his chest rumbling along with the words as you slowly started to relax in his grip. At one point the sound of his reading stopped. You opened your eyes, which you hadn’t even realised had closed during his reading, coming face to face with Damian’s eyes gazing down at you, you returned the gesture. He honestly looked like he had been carved by a renaissance sculptor. You wondered if he knew how breathtaking he really was. “You’re gorgeous”, the words tumbled from your lips like rocks over a cliff. Damian’s eyes softened, never had you seen him so vulnerable yet relieved, “Nothing compared to you”, he whispered reverently, moving his hand up your body and caressing your jaw softly. It hurt, not physically, but rather your mind. People usually said that emotions were centred in the heart, but you’d disagree, it was all in your brain, pulsing with the thoughts of Damian’s sweet touches, his attack on Garfield, the forced relationship and how you’d been infatuated with him ever since the evening that you two had gotten pizza. You had never been one to cry, you had grown up as a vigilante, and as a meta, you had been forced to put up a hundred proverbial walls, guarding your emotions and opinions with an iron fence. Still, as the pounding in your head got worse and Damian’s touches gentler, you couldn’t hold it in anymore, tears sprang from the corners of your eyes, and despite you biting down on the inside of your lips hard, almost drawing blood, you couldn’t keep in the body-wracking sob that pushed its way from the deep depths of your stomach and out through your mouth.

Damian took less than a second to react, lifting you up and turning you around, holding you close and letting you burrow your head deep into the deep green fabric covering his shoulder, soaking up the silky material with your salty tears.

Damian hugged you tightly to his body, trying to comfort you, whispering endearing reassurances into your ear. When it did nothing, you came to realise that your outburst wasn’t even caused by what Damian did, that was simply the spark that lit the fuse. It was everything else as well. Your mother practically gave you up to Dinah because she couldn’t handle that you weren’t just a normal kid, being thrown into the throngs of vigilantism at the age of ten, (even younger than any of the Robins which Bruce had taken on), and you had just been expected to be cool with it, to enjoy it even! You felt as if your childhood and teenage years had been robbed from you by Dinah’s never-ending ‘adventures’... yeah, that had been what she’d called it, “adventures”, it made it seem more fun than “missions”, less demanding than “potentially world-ending crisis needing immediate attention from two meta-powered humans, one of which being a child”. You were eighteen and you had never even gone to a school dance, never been to a party, never had a boyfriend… Well, now you did. You supposed it was only fitting that the only romantic relationship you had ever experienced was so intense and anything but childlike, it seemed to fit your life perfectly. You were filled with a burning hot rage, not aimed at Damian, but rather aimed at your mother, at Dinah, at Oliver and at anyone else who had supported the pillaging of your entire youth, all in the name of justice… What justice?! Certainly not any justice for you. Of all the people who had mistreated you, Damian was the better of two evils. At least he loved you, adored you even, he didn’t make you shoot ice beams at dummies for hours until your arms burned with the fury of a hundred suns and then demand that you run for hours afterwards. He treated you well, he made sure you ate, he read for you and now, in your darkest hour, he comforted you.

Tightening your grip on the green-eyed man, you whispered softly into his neck, “Marry me, please”. If Damian was the best you could get, then you would make the best of a bad situation and love him back.

Damian was shocked, just this morning you had apathetically evaded his kisses and now you wanted to marry him. He was ecstatic, of course, but sceptical at the same time. Regardless, he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity. If you were planning something nefarious, he’d deal with it swiftly. “It would be my greatest honour”, he exhaled, kissing the top of your head.

You sat there for what seemed like ages, his steady breathing calming yours, as well.

Your moment was broken when one of the assassins dropped from the roof of the library, giving you a shock, yet not even surprising Damian. “Speak.” The Al Ghul heir commanded.

“The Justice League have located us, they’re here to take back the royal consort Y/n”, the assassin had spoken loud and clear, in that peculiar way that they were trained to do.

“Prepare for a large-scale defence”. Those were the last words you heard before being hauled into your room by Damian, left with a searing kiss on your lips, the first one you ever reciprocated. How tragic.

It had been hours since the invasion by the Justice League, and you had no idea how either side was doing, the only window of your room was facing away from the palace barracks, which you supposed were where the fight was currently being held. Your thoughts went to Damian, you felt nauseous at the idea of him getting hurt. The image of his beautiful feature caved into a broken skull made you cringe and the very idea of losing him made you dizzy. You had situated yourself in the corner of the room, legs pulled to your chest and forehead resting on your knees, waiting for something you weren’t quite sure what was.

When you heard the sound of a cape blowing in the wind and the click of heels hitting the tiled flooring of the room, you glanced up. Outside your window floated Superman and in front of you stood Black Canary, tears streaming out of her eyes, the colour of forget-me-nots. “Oh, Y/n!” the blonde cried out as she wrapped you in her arms, the leather of her jacket was cool against your exposed neck.

“Why are you here?” You uttered in distaste, not returning the hug of your former mentor.

“We’re here to save you, Y/n! Oh, I’m so glad to have you back next to me! You have no idea how much I worried for you!” Dinah could barely keep her emotions in, something which was entirely different from her usual laid back personality. As the leather-clad heroine tried to drag you towards Superman’s waiting arms, you pulled back. You didn’t want them here. Everything had just fallen into place. You had technically just gotten engaged with a man who you were pretty sure that you loved, at least a little bit.

You were slowly forming your own adulthood, you didn’t want Dinah to take this away as well, locking you up by her side forever until you would inevitably take her place. That wasn’t the life you wanted, you just desired a ‘normal’ existence with a husband and a home, why were the Justice League even here when you didn’t need to be saved anymore?

“Go home”, you commanded, copying the tone of your fiancé when he talked to his subordinates.

Dinah didn’t get what you were asking, instead happily grabbing your face and wiping non-existing tears from your cheeks. “Yes, darling! We’re going home! No more of any of this! We’ll be back in Star City, safe and sound! Oh, Roy even prepared a large brunch for tomorrow to celebrate your return, just you, Oliver, Roy, Lian and me”. You cringed at the idea, she was treating you like a child, as if you were still the ten-year-old kid who had stood on her doorstep, confused and in need of a mother’s guiding hand. Did she ever stop seeing you like that? You couldn’t help but wonder.

“No, I want to stay here” You tried to reason in an even voice. Dinah’s face fell.

“What?! Why?! No! You can’t! You’re just experiencing Stockholm Syndrome! It’ll all be better tomorrow!” The blonde tried to tug at you again, but you stood your ground. “No, I like it here, I want to stay. Damian treats me well, a-and I’ve been in love with him for longer than I’ve been here”, you argued, only to be met with a scoff.

“You don’t know what love is, Y/N! You’re so young, Damian just took advantage of your crush! That’s why he tried to force you upon him! Garfield told us, no need to explain! I understand!” Dinah was frantic at this point. You were her little kid, she couldn’t lose you!

“Damian didn’t force me upon him! I wanted to kiss him! Garfield came in and interrupted us! I-I don’t know how to make it clearer to you! I don’t want to leave Damian!” You were screaming at this point, and Dinah shook her head, blonde locks hitting both of your faces. She couldn’t accept that her sidekick would want to engage romantically with someone, you were too young! Too immature! Damian had to have taken advantage, right? He was only a year older than you, it suddenly occurred to her… but still, he had never occurred to her as a kid, always so adult. You two, together? It just seemed so… wrong.

“No, y-you’re too young, it’s… You’re… Please, Y/n! He’s a psychopath, he kidnapped you, and he hurt Garfield!” Dinah was struggling to find the words, her hands sliding from your face to your shoulders, needing something to steady her. She was clearly feeling unwell. It stabbed your heart, no matter how angry you were at her, she was still the person who had raised you for half of your life. You loved her as a mother, of course. But you couldn’t let her inability to let go ruin your life any longer.

You could feel your own tears dropping off your chin as well now. You were sobbing softly, much less visible than the woman in front of you, but still, it made your words shaky as you spoke again, quiet as if you were afraid to disturb a sleeping bear.

“I’m not a kid anymore! When will you realise that I grew up! You’ve kept me in the role of a child for my entire life! But I’m an adult now and I’m engaged! I beg you, please let me stay, mom-”, you stopped and Dinah’s eyes widened and surged to find yours. Something within her stirred. It was somehow the first time either of you had verbalised the unspoken bond between the two of you. Yet, while it had always been a clear subtext in your relationship, to have it out in the open made Dinah feel so incredibly moved. It was true, though. The blonde heroine had always been a better and more true mother to you than your own. A revelation that made you pull her closer. “-I’m sorry.”

The leather-clad woman shook her head, “No, don’t apologise. I’m the one who is sorry. I never realised.”

A beat of silence fell upon you two as you rested your head on each other’s shoulders. Breathing in shakily you recognised the perfume Dinah was wearing, it was the same one she had been wearing for the past five years and something about it made you feel nostalgic. You imagined this was how others would feel when they returned to their old childhood bedroom.

Looking towards the window again, you realised that Clark had left momentarily, probably not wanting to be caught in this familial dispute.

Dinah was the one who broke the silence with a witty comment, “So, am I invited to the wedding or not?”

“I’m not sure Damian will want you here after you attacked his organisation.” You chuckled.

“Well, he’ll have a hard time refusing if I throw the Justice League on him again.”

“Maybe. Does that mean you’ll let me stay?”, you muttered with a smile, slowly pulling away from your former mentor.

“Yes, although it will mean that you can never rejoin vigilante circles. Damian has been totally blacklisted, are you prepared for the same to happen to you?”

You thought about her question. It took you a moment, but every time Damian’s green eyes and teasing smile emerged in your mind your heart would beat like a morning alarm. You had no clue if it was the right choice…No, you were entirely sure that it was the wrong one, as a matter of fact. Especially as Garfield’s mangled body interrupted your rosy imaginations of your fiancé, but you felt bound to Damian and you weren’t sure if you would survive leaving him, you felt too dependent on his love. “Yes”, you pushed out shakily, your final answer.

Dinah had left with Superman, taking the rest of the Justice League with them. They had done minimal damage to the League of assassins, it had mostly been a fight for distraction, after all.

You felt entirely unsure of your decision as you stood by Damian’s side looking at the heroes retreating. But with Talia’s sharp gaze forcing you into submission and Damian’s warm hand rubbing calming circles on your shoulder, you realised that there really hadn’t been a choice. Even if you had left with your blonde mentor, your green-eyed fiancé would never have let you stay with her. So, perhaps, this was all for the better. At least you had a friend and lover around your age now, which was an improvement… right?

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request. Thank you for this great idea! I know you had to wait a while for it... but it was also a lot to write, which made it take way longer than I had originally planed...hehe... Anyways! I hope you enjoy it and that I didn't disappoint with the long wait, I tried my best to honour your request!

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Can I have yandere batman x run way hero wife reader please

Where the reader a hero but get away from her husband and some how get away for a couple of years but then he finds her in a different country during hey alien attack please

I put this in the Injustice 2 universe because you said alien attack and didn't specify. So I just assumed you meant Braniac and made a concept around it.

Yandere! Bruce Wayne/Batman with Runaway Hero! Darling

Concept - Injustice 2

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Implied mind break on Bruce's part, Divorce, Implied possessive behavior, Implied forced relationship, Vague Yandere but it's implied Bruce is going insane.

- There's no doubt the battle between Batman and Superman strained the relationship between you.

- You and Bruce were originally married before the whole Superman's Regime event.

- You both were heroes but not many knew about just how intimate you two were.

- Sure, people knew Bruce was a playboy and even Batman got with some people.

- However no one knew that he recently became committed to a hero.

- Until the marriage was announced and everyone knew Bruce was married.

- You were such a pretty thing back then....

- Bruce loved you and you loved him.

- You two were getting comfortable with each other...

- Then the start of it all happened.

- Superman loses everything....

- Which results in everyone losing everything.

- Including you and Bruce.

- The whole world was divided in their beliefs.

- Do they go with Superman or Batman?

- Bruce himself was surprised by your choice.

- You two were married, he thought you loved him.

- But your response?

- "Neither. I prefer to be alone at this point. Both you and Clark aren't right in the head. Count this as my divorce, Bruce. We're through. I plan on never seeing you again."

- Distraught at the fate of your home, you leave.

- Bruce tries to stop you then and there, claiming he hasn't changed!

- That you're just stressed!

- Why would you throw him away so fast?

- It was strange to see the normally stoic Batman panic at you leaving.

- Yet it doesn't change your mind.

- Even when Superman is thrown in jail you don't return.

- You prefer to lay low.

- Save people when you can but keep your identity secret.

- The small circle of people who know your true identity always ask which side you went with in the Regime era.

- You laugh and give a smile.

- "Let's be honest, they're both bad to go with. Even the man I used to love...."

- Things went okay for you.

- Batman was still trying to keep an eye out for you yet you never show up.

- People ask everywhere for you.

- Hoping to reunite Bruce with his partner whom he won't stop obsessively searching for.

- He wants you back, he'd do anything to have you back.

- You don't want to be found.

- Not after you watched Earth collapse in on itself.

- Then, just when you thought things were bad enough, Brainiac makes his appearance.

- Due to the amount of chaos, you can no longer keep a low profile.

- Leaving Batman to find you in another country where you had fled during the Regime era.

- He needs all the help he can get against this new threat.

- You aren't sure what to say when you see Batman walk towards you while you try to secure the streets.

- "Oh, great, it's my ex-husband."

- "Enough with the fighting. We're still married, I need your help defending Earth against Brainiac."

- You ignore what he says about still being married and agree to help defend Earth.

- Deep down, Bruce knows now that you're in his grasp again you can't leave anymore.

- You're reunited and you'll be staying.

- Unbeknownst to you, the stress has harmed Batman mentally.

- The war, the loss of you and Damian switching sides, now the drones....

- This world is falling apart.

- To fix it he needs you beside him.

- It doesn't matter if he has to force you or not.

- Now that he's found you, he plans on resuming your relationship.

- "It's been years... I'm happy to have finally found you. I need you... the world needs you. Come back to me. Let's make this right."

#yandere dc comics #yandere dc imagine #yandere batman #yandere injustice #yandere injustice imagine #yandere injustice 2

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kyberphilosopher · 3 years

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Impact Play

Damian learns of a companions nighttime activities. Word Count: 3626

[I’d like it noted this is the Damian Wayne [Robin] depicted in Injustice 2, so he’s not the 12 year old we see in the comics or shows.] Warning[s]: smutty undertones or overtones, explicit language, combat violence, Impact play, Damian being Damian, a bored author [This story can be read for a male, female, or nonbinary/other reader!]

“Impact play is any practice that involves one person receiving impact — for example, being spanked, punched, whipped, or flogged — by another person for the sake of [sexual] gratification, wherein the sub receives the impact and the dom receives said pleasure.”

People aren’t supposed to belong to other people. You certainly don’t. Because people aren’t property, or things, or highly individual personal experiences. People are people, born with free will and enough curiosity to touch the sun, most of the time. Graze the clouds with your fingertips, cheat and be cheated on, whatever. You’re free.

He is not you.

Your best friend. Your confidant. Your frenemy. Your bird of a feather. The one you joke with in the most secretive of ways. He’s looking at you now with furrowed, angry brows. A frown of disgust is pulling at his lips as his jaw tightens. You’re still going through your sentence, watching his face change halfway through your word, leaving you behind in slow motion while he’s already decided how to feel about it in the fast lane.

Then your own face is changing as you finish your thought. One hand comes to fiddle with and adjust your gauntlet, a brow raising. “Okay?”

“You mind repeating that?” Damian replies in turn, steely eyes never leaving yours. He’s always had an edge to his voice, on the double even, these days, but there’s something about this exact phrase of his that oozes with more grit than anything else.

“Sure,” you say casually. You finish tightening the gaps on your armored glove, then switch over to the other one. “I said he flogged me. I didn’t think much of it til’ then.” You pause, looking down momentarily. “Ass fuckin’ hurts.”

“Why would you do that?”

You don’t even look up from your task before you speak, your tone devoid of emotion of depth. “Pardon?”

“I said- why would you do that?” Damian squeezes further, canines knocking together. “You enjoy that?”

Your eyes roll up to the ceiling in thought this time. Then they come back down after a moment, finishing messing with your glove. “I guess so,” you decide. As if in sync with your word, the side of your ass gives a sharp sting of nerves. You’d gone on a date last night. It had gone rather well. “You should try it out,” you finish with a quick smirk.

“No, thanks,” Damian grits back. You can see the details in his eyes and eyebrows. “I’m all good.”

‘I’m all good’. Yeah right. Damian’s always had a bit of a stick up his ass about something. He’s never really been angry at you for as long as you’ve known him. Of course you’re not as close as him and his boyfriend, Superman, but you’re alright. You guess you’d call it friends. But the way Damian Wayne looks at you now is the pure incarnation of masked rage. You can see it with the red glare in his eyes, the slightest crease between his brow, the tightening of his jaw and the stern corners of his lips.

But you’ve never provoked Damian into talking about it. That’s why he hung around you in the first place.

“Okay.”

Damian’s brow twitches.

✮ ✭ ✮

Let’s say it again. You are not a thing. You are not a toy, or a pet dog, or a highly personalized memory. You belong to no one and nothing.

That’s what you think, right? Well you’re wrong. How dare you do something so vulgar and obscene without Damian’s permission? Not only permission were you lacking, but also him! You hadn’t even considered inviting him to the vulgar and obscene activity, had you? Letting someone else flog you? Hurt you? Spank you and whip you around? It should’ve been him. And you’d liked it. You’d told him so. As if Damian hasn’t already sent his body for a loop with the mental image of you getting manhandled, now he has to imagine a smile on your face at the same time. And he doesn’t even get to be a part of it.

That’s right. How dare you do such a thing to him? His favorite sparring partner, all tied up in knots and littered with bruises that aren’t his. Disgusting. A disgusting little thing that needs to be taken care of. A concept that deserves to be punished and put down.

‘Favorite sparring partner’. Yeah, that should do it. That’ll take care of the problem. That’ll give Damian some relief. And if it’s at the expense of your pleasure, then who cares? You deserve it after all. And of course you’d like it. You’re disgusting like that.

So the first time Damian knocks you on your ass, you think nothing of it. Most of the time, the practice sessions between you and Robin end in a tie. Sometimes he gets the upper hand. Who cares?

And sure, this particular ass knocking made you hit the floor a little harder than usual, but that happens. One time, you’d sent Cyborg through the elevator and out onto the front lawn of Arkham Asylum in a simple practice. Robin forces you back harsher than usual? It’s nothing.

“Pretty good,” you say, pushing yourself into a kneel. Your sternum is sore, making you breathe deeply as you look around the desolate room. “Wanna go again?”

“Of course,” Robin says from in front of you. He looks down on you with steel, knowing eyes. They glitter with bloodlust and something you wouldn’t be able to describe even if you looked up and saw him. The hand around his sword swings it up and over until it rests over his shoulder. “I’m not done with you yet.”

✮ ✭ ✮

So you get back into your positions.

Your katana’s wince in the light as they turn sharply. Your armor mimics each other while the muscles underneath flex. For a second, everything is still. Room is empty, cold, full of dust and fog and swinging chains from the ceiling. It’s silent in the seconds that come.

And then, rather suddenly, you’re grasping your neck and Robin’s no longer in front of you.

That bitch! That small, puny, son of a bitch! He cut you! Damian knows the neck is off limits during practice. That’s the rule- no neck and face. Everything else goes so long as no internal organs are pierced.

It’s only the side of the neck, where the flesh is soft and feels thin and vulnerable. He’s taken the care to at least not go through the middle along your throat, but it’s a bit close even for him.

While your metal palm clutches the thin scarlet line on reflex, another blow is already coming. If it weren’t for the shock, you would’ve blocked it easily. By the time you’ve turned around with a second to spare, watching the hooded figure coming towards you, there’s already a hand gripping your equivalent of a collar.

One hand of yours flips your katana and prepares to drive it into Damian’s smug little bitch face, but somethings wrong today. Robin’s other hand, the sword hand, comes faster than yours and slits the other side of your neck lightly, just as the other side. Then he turns you around, presses your back hard enough for it to arch reflexively, and knees your ass to send you to the floor in soreness.

“What’s wrong?” a cold voice rings out behind you. A familiar one, a cocky male one laced with something cool and gritty. “Hit you harder than your boyfriend did?”

You’re still holding your neck, which stings like a paper cut and nothing more. Your katana is at your side on the floor, within arms reach if need be. But you don’t need it. Damian’s always going on about how the Al Ghul’s don’t tap out. This time he’s right.

When you don’t answer, the boy presses further. “Get up. I wanna go again.”

Was it possible you’d done something? As mentioned before, Damian’s always been a cranky little shit. But this feels different. You hadn’t mentioned his father. You hadn’t mentioned Dick. Jason wasn’t really off limits but you hadn’t mentioned him either, or Tim. You had sided with Superman for a while now, so that couldn’t have been it. Once, Damian had seemed off put by the specific scent you had decided to wear that day, his nose scrunching in disapproval. Could it have been something of the same sort?

“You hurt my neck,” you tell him, rubbing your fingers over the areas.

“You were vulnerable from the beginning,” Damian drawls. “I said get up.”

“I think I should put ice on this first.”

“Maybe I’ll let you do that after another round.”

Let you?

You do push yourself to your knees first, and then your feet. Your fist clenches around the handle of your katana. You’re not a very outward, emotionally bursting person like Damian. It takes a bit to make you mad. But although you have nothing but hearty camaraderie for the Robin, your nostrils are flaring ever so slightly.

“Fine,” you say, eyes piercing into Damian’s own. “Fine.”

Before you can process it, Damian’s hand has jutted across your face sharply. One crisp, hard smack on your cheek that makes you raise a hand to the area reflexively. Then another one with his other hand.

Will that leave a bruise? It’ll leave a mark for a while, at least. Those slices on your neck are good enough to act as your collar for maybe a week or so. What else can he do to you? How else can he punish you for something that reeks of distaste and betrayal?

Instead of apologizing, which you’re not sure why you were expecting as you hold your cheek, Damian taunts, “Why so slow?”

You’re still staring at the floor in disbelief. Damian has never- never hit you before. Not like this. Especially not before everything is set up for a round.

“What is your problem?” you half hiss as you rub away the stinging on your face.

“I thought this was sparring practice. All I’m doing here is dominating you.”

“Take it easy,” you snap back, finally looking at him again. Of course, Damian’s face hasn’t changed at all. Sometimes, when he’s angry, you think he looks cute. He’s a total brat about it, a total sore loser, but in a cute way deep down. This isn’t cute at all. It’s just as he said- dominating. In a scary way, too.

Damian stares down at you for a few seconds, as if deciding what to do with you. Then he speaks again, rolling his eyes as he looks around the room boredly. Definitely more of an ass than usual. “Get back into position. I wanna kick your ass another way.”

And you do it. It’s the whole point of practice. If Damian decides he wants to fight dirty today, then so can you.

You both raise your blades. They glint again, your orbs raking over Damian’s form in assessment. He’ll charge forward first. You can see it in the pressure of his heels.

A gong goes off to begin the round in both of your minds and, sure enough, Damian begins sprinting across the floor to meet you. But you’re quick too. You meet him in the middle, blades clanging together like teeth would in a sloppy kiss. Through gritted teeth, Damian begins pushing you down, down, down- leering over you in another show of dominance.

For a few seconds, you let him. And then, with his stocky body in perfect position, you let go of the handle with one hand, put it into a tight fist, and slam the metal gauntlet up into his jaw. In any other occasion, you never would’ve done that to him. But after slapping you around the boy deserves it.

Your action works. Robin stumbles back and away from you. At the same time you begin taking a few calculated steps back to put some distance between you and him while your free hand plays with throwing stars on your belt. You throw one, which he knocks away easily with his sword just in the nick of time before charging for you again. You throw the next one, which Damian bats away with his hand.

The third doesn’t come. Before it’s thrown, you hear it clang across the floor and feel an immense pressure on both sides of your body- front and back. The back of your head knocks against a wall, making the corners of your vision blur. But you can see him- oh, yes. You couldn’t miss him if your life depended on it. Damian Wayne.

His sword at your throat, his other hand on your wrist. You’re holding your katana tighter and tighter, unable to move it as he keeps the whole arm in place. It’s slowly twisting though. You can feel your skin begin to prick with anxiousness and worry as several nerves begin to ask you ‘what are you doing?’.

“Drop it,” Damian orders, his breath hitting your face. You shut your eyes tight in response, still clenching onto the weapon. “Drop it.”

The hand surrounding your wrist twists with more pressure. There’s a small pop that makes you grit your teeth, eyebrows twitching for a moment. But if you can’t see him, he can’t possibly be real, and your eyes remain closed.

“I said drop it.”

Your fingers are wincing in pain now. Your whole forearm feels like it’s on fire, twisting like it’s so close to just snapping. But you’re willing it not to. You know Damian’s impressed by how long you’ve been able to hold out. But then you think ‘fuck Damian Wayne’, and your hand solidifies around the katana handle once again.

You hate him for this, but what are you supposed to say? You can’t exactly cry about not wanting to play with someone anymore. And what would Superman think?

“Last chance,” Damian breath hits you again. It oozes with brattiness and a boy that’s been spoiled rotten. His voice sounds like a purr and command all at once. “Drop. It.”

You refuse silently.

In one swift motion, your entire forearm goes ablaze. Your eyes pop open at once, mouth agape as a strangled cry comes out before being silenced by the Robin’s next actions. The katana clatters to the floor, your fingers loose and limp.

The cry cuts short by Damian turning you around so your face is now against the wall. Your good hand is now pinned at your back in a twist, the other one dangling at your side uselessly. You can feel the Robin’s armor behind you. The material touches your own every few seconds.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” the shit brat’s voice rings in your ears. “I thought you liked being hit around.”

All previous defiances are thrown to the wind as your already sore and stinging cheeks are smothered against the rough and dirty wall. Tears are pricking your eyes, both arms still hurting but one way worse than the other. Even your ass is still singing from being kneed earlier. Who cares what you think? Who cares what Damian thinks? Who cares what Superman thinks. Like a toddler, the one thing you wanted to avoid, you cry out: “I don’t want to play with you anymore!”

Damian must’ve pushed his face closer to yours so he’s near your ear, because he sounds closer when he speaks next. “Yeah? Well too bad. The Al-Ghul’s don’t tap.”

This translates to ‘no’ in your mind.

Something bunches up against your ass, which is hissing from bruises from the previous nights and fresh ones from just a few minutes ago. Damian’s harsh and gloved hands are stretching the fabric around, searching for a clean outline of the body part, though not daring to take off or rip the fabric and metal. You’d be shocked from the action if you weren’t overstimulated by a million other things at the moment, and trying not to cry. You don’t even have the sense to think ‘Damian Wayne has his hand against my ass’.

“Say you’re sorry. I want an apology.”

Your eyes prick with more tears, even shut so tightly you’re seeing colors. A hand does fall against your ass. It hurts, but it just seems to blend with everything else you’re feeling. You didn’t even get the chance to respond, ask what you’re supposed to be sorry for or if you even heard him right.

Sorry?! All he’s done is abuse you this whole practice, for something you can’t even name! And now he’s demanding an apology?! What on earth could you have to apologize for?! Oh, what does it matter? Let him get his apology in whines and cries and tears and be on his way. Anything to slow the Robin’s actions is enough for you.

Again, you hear him demand through the clanging and wincing and spanking noises echoing through the room. He’s continuing to bark orders in your ear. “Say you’re sorry. I want to hear you say you’re sorry.”

So you give it to him desperately. Continuous bouts of “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” are flying from your lips mindlessly. They’re far louder than any other noise in the room- even the sound of his armored hand coming down over the protective fabric covering the skin of your ass repeatedly. Damian hasn’t even slowed on that front at all.

“Make me believe you’re sorry,” his hot breath beckons. “Say you’re sorry. You know the Al-Ghul’s don’t tap. I can go all day. Make me believe you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry!” you scream again, your voice breaking. The tears are coming lose now. You feel like a scared child all over again. It’s been years since you’ve received a spanking- probably stretching all the way back to childhood. Of course, you can’t even think about anything clearly enough to register the fact that you’re currently being spanked. All you can think is that Damian’s probably broken your wrist, forcing you into submission for no reason other than to be a jerk. A sore loser. A needy son. “I’m sorry! I’m so-oh- sorry!”

“Yeah I know you’re sorry. All you’ve done is piss me off all morning.”

“I’m sorry!”

His hand doesn’t stop at all. Damian can imagine the color blooming under your armor now. Purple and red and pink with broken capillaries and bruises the size of fingerprints all over. This is it. This is what you deserve for being so disloyal and disrespectful and disgusting earlier. You crying and whining and proof of Damian’s touch all over you- totally overwhelming the ones from the previous night- that’s it.

Whilst watching your face contort in pain and shock and confusion and a million other things, a million other ideas pop into Damian’s head. What else can he have you do? He’s already dominated you to the brink. The last thing to do would be to kill you, which wouldn’t make him feel better at all. If anything, it’d make him into even more of a sore loser. But finally one idea pulls into his brain and lingers harshly, his anger fueling up again with every smack he gives. Though, they’re gradually becoming softer and softer. Not like you can feel the difference.

“Say you’re sorry. Say you’re sorry to daddy. Tell daddy you’re sorry.”

And yes, without thinking, you foolishly repeat it. “I’m sorry Daddy! I’m so sorry!” Your voice is slurred with pain and sobs.

“Tell me it won’t happen again.”

“I’m so sorry Daddy! It won’t happen again!”

Damian’s grip on the arm behind your back does loosen, though stays in place cautiously. “You promise?”

“Yes! Yes, I promise! It won’t happen again!”

Damian’s lips pull into a slight frown as he watches you. Though he hadn’t even told you what to apologize for, you’d said it anyway. But you’re not faking it at all. Perhaps he’s made his point clear by now. No- he’s definitely made his point clear by now. He probably made his point clear a while ago. But in typical Damian fashion, he just had to take it too far. Oh well. Guess it doesn’t matter. You don’t seem to be able to form coherent thought anyway.

But Damian wants to be certain. Everybody knows good communication is important. “You’re sure?”

“Yes! I’m sure! I promise it’ll never happen again!”

The hand holding your arm back releases you. You’re going to slip onto the floor in your weakness, but Damian presses his hand to the back of your neck and head to keep you in place up against the wall, your knees still buckling.

“You’re fine,” Damian says. His voice is still the usual angsty brats, though it’s softer compared to a few moments ago. More like himself. Whatever you just witnessed was not like himself. At least, not one he’d shown you before.

“Y/N, you’re fine,” he continues behind you. “You can calm down,” Damian says, barely even trying to mask his satisfaction.

✮ ✭ ✮

I don’t know what to tell you. This is by far the most out of pocket thing I’ve written. I don’t know how to feel about it. If people would rather I take it down I will. But tell me how you feel about it. It’s not smut exactly. It takes place in the universe of a literal video game. I really just wrote a whole essay about an Injustice 2 Damian going feral for some fire pussy/dick. I did proof read this.

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pandaexpress-tae · 7 years

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Bruce: I'm the hero Gotham needs

Jason: Then I'm the one they deserve

Me *slow clapping*: wow Jay, just wow. you're doing great honey

#ooohhhh #injustice 2 #batman #red hood #bruce wayne #jason todd #bruce x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #bruce just got dragged

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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That I Love You 1/2

Older!Damian Wayne X West! Reader

Warnings:explicit language, blood

Words:1535

Y/N, West is the daughter of Wally and Artemis. Damian, fights his heart to feel a ounce of love for her though fails

Being a speedster like my dad has it perks. I am one of 'the fastest person's alive'. My little twin brother Jai and I have been not only twins but best friends. We know almost every single one of the others secrets. My dad had been believed to be dead, before I was born. After we we're 5 months old he came back. Now, we live in Central City. In a 3 bedroom, two bathroom, a kitchen with a, table and a living room big enough for the four of us. I've been with the team at the hub for 9 years now. The team consists of myself, my brother, Jonathan Kent, sisters Jennifer and Anissa, my cousin Lian Harper, Arthur Jr, and Damian Wayne. Oh, Damian. We're friend's. Just friends. So why do I want more? I would die if anyone knew how I feel about him. Not even, Jai knows. At least I hope.

Damian's P. O. V

9 year anniversary of the team. A party at the hub. With previous members and current attended. I stand in the back leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. I look at, Y/N laughing with her brother. I always was fond of her smile. Her laughs warm my heart. Her kindness always brings me to a comforting place. My older adopted sister joyfully steps to me.

"you gonna keep being a creepy stalker or go talk to her" Brown said with a smile

"tt, I should have taken advantage of ridding of you when I had the chance"

"Dami, you've been threatening to kill me since the day we met. Besides she's pretty, kind enough for both of you. Plus she knows when to put you in your place, and--"

"Brown, enough" I grunted

"well I never Damian Wayne scared to talk to his oh so adorable crush" her tone mocking

"tt"

I pondered on my annoying yet I do love her, adopted sister's statement, 'Crush?' Meaning you like someone. That, word didn't even come near to how I feel for, Y/N. I didn't simply like, Y/N. My feelings for her were far deeper than that. I have a deep adoration for her. I can't seem to find any reason to allow her to be mine. She deserves far better than I can ever attempt to be. The following day. My arm extended holding my sword blocking Slade's own sword. Are swords clashed. The team and I preventing, Injustice League from causing further chaos.

"Robin, look out!" Y/N yelled

I push Slade harshly as I hear gunfire. He kneels grabbing his pistols. I swiftly three two batarangs in his pistols barrels. I turn abruptly. I see, Y/N on the ground.

"no!" I said I then say in my intercom "H/N, is down!!"

I run and hold her in my arm's. I feel my heart pounding against my chest. Her body limb everything, next to where her heart is blood pouring. I use my spy-contact's on the faraway building I see, Dead-shot! I don't have time to ruin him for hurting my love. I run using a boom-tube to the Med-bay. How could she have done that?! I didn't deserve that. I lay her on the stretcher I use my spy-contact's. Her pulse still there. Suddenly I'm being pulled back

"no! No! No! No!" I yelled

"Damian, we have to perform surgery!" I hear though I can't retain

I can't leave her. I see Diana and Barry. I look at, Y/N's unconscious body. My breathing hitches. I step out of the Med-bay. I look seeing the blood on my uniform and hands.

"where's my sister!!" Jai demanded

He grabbed my collar I move his hand away.

"she's being tended to"

"what the hell happened?!"

"Deadshot, was aiming at me. H/N, heroically let the bullet shoot through her. As I said 'their tending to her condition'"

I then see her parents

"Jai!!" Artemis exclaimed

Jai runs to them. I see Artemis hug Jai. Wally, hugs them both. I look down to her blood on my uniform. My heart racing. I'm sweating. I step away unable to stand another moment. Jai, ran in front of me grabbing my shoulder.

He whispers with rage "are you seriously thinking of leaving? After my sister took a bullet for you? The hell is wrong with you?! She deserves better than that, Damian!" his tears fell

I shove his hand away "like you said West" I step away leaving "'she deserves better'"

I use a boom-tube going to the Bat-cave. I step to the training center. I feel so enraged! I think of the blood she bled. I punch the wooden post repeatedly. I ignored the sweat pouring down my face. The pounding of my heart.

"Damian!!" I hear

Todd, grasped my fist I dagger glare at him.

"we've been yelling your name like 500 fucking times take a fucking breath, short stack" Todd said

I'm 3 inches taller than, Jason and he still insults me like he did when I was a child. I see, Grayson. I move my hand away from, Todd. I then feel the burning pain on my knuckles. I was so enraged I never noticed. My gloves torn and knuckles swollen with blood. I sigh deeply catching my breath. I step to the small medical area in the Bat-cave. I grab the cloth from the top of the shelf and clean the blood off my knuckles. I then see, my blood stains on my uniform from Y/N's blood. My heart sinks further. She has to fight through.

"you gonna explain the fuck that was about?" Todd asked enraging me

"Jay, not helping man" Grayson, looks to Todd irritated and sighed. He then looks at me "what's wrong, Little D? You don't look too good. C'mon you can talk to us"

I shake my head gently my breathing un-calmed. I step out of the Bat-cave going to my room. I walk up the stairs. I step into my room and I slammed the door shut behind me. I feel my heart heavy. I strip down and change into my boxers and sweatpants. I lazily sat on my bed. I take a shaky breath. What if I've really messed up this time? What if I lose her? I force my tears back. I already ruined my friendship with her. Could I never get the chance to beg for forgiveness. I feel my unavoidable tear fall down my face. Then it all fell to the floor beneath me. I hear footsteps among the hallway near my bedroom door. I knew it was my adopted brother. I hold my hands together with a firm grip my rage consuming me. I ignored the pain I felt within my grasped hands and the sound of my door knocking. The door cracks open then opens more. I see, Grayson out of the corner of my eye.

"tell me what's going on, kiddo. Your big bro is here to listen closely and intently"

"tt" I don't know how to tell him how I feel about, Y/N. How scared I feel.

He sits next to me I take a deep breath. He's my best friend. He touches my neck.

"c'mon you know that you can talk to me, what's wrong?" he said with a soft voice though with worry

I sigh deeply "she takes a damn bullet for me. I care about her Grayson.. The same way you care for your wife. I failed her" my voice breaking it wasn't the first time I broke in front of my brother.

I'm grateful for him. I'm in love with, Y/N. Admitting the truth is freeing. Though I broke the chance to be with her and that scares me to my core

Y/N's P. O. V

I feel a light pain in my middle chest. I blink my eye's my vision blurred. I blink again seeing clearly. I see, my parents and Jai. My mom with tear stained cheeks and Dad nearly weeping. Both of them locked arm's. Jai, sitting on the chair with a saddened look on his face.

"stop moping I'm not dead" I mumbled

"Y/N!" they exclaim

Jai and Dad were the first one's near me. Jai, standing on the right side of the stretcher and my dad on the left. Dad gently touched my face. He started crying. My heart sinks to my gut. He kissed my head.

"oh, my sweet little girl"

"oh, daddy" I touch his hand

He squint his eyes, pinches his nose stuttering. I squeeze his hand that was on my face. He softly smiled and kissed my head again. He moves allowing my mother's shaking hands to cup my cheek.

"Y-you're grounded"

I slightly scoffed she kisses my head. I feel, my brother softly grasp my hand. He uses his other hand rubbing the top of my hand. He takes a quavering breath trying not to cry. I softly smile.

"cry baby" I insult him to try and make him feel better

He gasped smiling with a tear falling.

"shut up, Y/N"

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tgwltw · 7 years

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ANGST ANGST ANSGT! Injustice 2 really messed me up, so I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Damians' twin sister sided with Bruce, and after Superman defeats him, Damian begs his sister to work with them because he doesn't want her to end up like Bruce. But she ultimately declines and disowns him as her brother. I'm sorry if this is a lot;;; thank you for your amazing writing!!!

Youknow, I think I don’t quite know how to write angst? I swear to God it soundedbetter in my head when I envisioned this. Anyways, hope you like it,nevertheless! Thank you for sending in your request!

ps: I’m flying off later today so there might not be any updates until I get to the hotel, checked in and what not!

Younever really thought this could ever happen. Never in a million years, youthink, at least not to you as you stare at your twin that is currently standingon the opposite side in front of you.

“Comeon, sister.” Damian never pleads but you also used to think that he will neverbetray you but here you are, betrayed by your own flesh and blood. It probablywould not have hurt as much if he was anyone but your twin. But Damian is soyou cannot even begin to describe the pain you feel at that very moment. Ithurts you a lot to see Damian right now and the one thing that absolutelykilled you the most is the fact that Damian still does not realize that byasking you to join him – to leave your father – he is hurting you a lot. Hemight as well just shove his sword right in to your heart.

“Please,Y/N, sister, join me.” Damian pleads for the umpteenth time. He knows you arestubborn but he also knows you enough to know where to push your buttons to getthe results he wants. “You are on the wrong side, sister. Come to me – to us.Do not end up like him.” Damian spats disdainfully. Just the thought of youending up, injured and battered, like Bruce twists his insides and Damian vowsto make sure you do not end up like that.

“Sister–“ Damian jumps out of the way when you unexpectedly throw your batarang athim. He looks at you in surprise – you have never raised your fists at him, letalone throw your weapons at him.

“Donot call me sister, Damian.” You growl at him, your mind moving quickly,calculating the distraction you need to create so you can reach your fathersafely and bring him to safety. “From this day onwards, you are no longer mybrother as I am no longer your sister.” Damian looks so stricken and surpriseby what you had said, you almost wanted to take your words but you stood yourground instead. As much as it hurts you, you know deep down that you will neverjoin your brother ever.

“Theonly way I will ever join you willingly is when I am in a body bag!” Youexclaim and Damian inhales sharply, frowning as he stares at you, taking astance.

“Sister,you do not know what you are talking about! Can’t you see that you are on theside of the wrong?” Damian is starting to sound very impatient and truthfully,he is impatient. If he has to knock you out to get you to join him, he will nothesitate to do that at all!

Younarrow your eyes at him and just as Damian is about to jump towards you,throwing his bombs, you throw your own smoke bombs – all of them – on theground in front of you and in front of him. Logically speaking it might havebeen a bad decision because you definitely did not expect Damian to throw hisown flash bombs but you will not let anything stop you to get to your father.

Youjump out of the way, ignoring Damian’s shouts. You ran towards your father andstruggled to heave him up. Bruce groans, opening an eye to look at you. “Y/N?”You shake your head; this is not the time for chit-chat. You only have a fewminutes to escape to safety.

“Canyou move, father?” You look over your shoulders, straining your ears to hearDamian’s footsteps and when you hear it approaching, you immediately starttrying to head towards the direction where your father had parked his car. Youknow Damian like the back of your hand – he would have taken your wordsliterally and will most likely resort to taking you forcefully. Bruce gives youa curt nod, knowing from the strain in your voice and your tight expressionthat something must have happened so he pulled himself to the car.

Yougot in to the driver’s seat and ignore Bruce’s soft protest before revving the engine,driving away just in time to see Damian brandishing his sword like a mad man. “Fromtoday onward, Damian is no longer a Wayne.” You spat scornfully. Bruce groans, muttering things incoherently before passing out, wondering how his family is falling apart so quickly likethis.

#Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne x reader #Damian Wayne imagines #Damian Wayne x reader imagines #Robin #Robin x reader #Robin imagines #Robin x reader imagines #dc #dc comics #dc imagines #dc comics imagines #dc insert #dc universe #injustice 2

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shadowwolf1303 · 7 years

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Day out (Damian Wayne X reader)

Summary: you go out for the day with your boyfriend Damian (older Damian)

warnings: fluff (maybe)

“Morning Dami” you say kissing his head. He opens his eyes and looks at you “morning (Y/N)” he says in his sleepy voice (which you love) “what should we do today you” you ask sitting up and Damian does the same “Hmm maybe... we can.. go out get something to eat you just do things we normally don't have time for” “sounds good, let me get ready” you say walking to the bathroom you turn to look at Damian “you need to get up you know” you say laughing Damian rolls his eye and pouts saying nothing while you are laughing “Awww Dami” He just glares at you before laughing “okay, I will get up”.

You wear the outfit you boyfriend likes most. you walk out the bathroom to find him gone you look around the house “Dami where are you” you shout hoping he can hear you but he cant you find him cleaning his sword “there you are” you say annoyed at your boyfriend who still has his back to you “turn around” you say sounding annoyed hoping your boyfriend doesn’t hear you he quickly turns round “Oh I'm so sorry (Y/N) I didn't mean to upset you” he kisses you on the cheek his way of saying sorry “its okay” you say giving him a hug to show it really was he loves you and doesn’t want to do anything you don't like “are you sure, I don't want you to think I'm ignoring you or anything” he says looking upset with himself “I told you its fine Dami” you say holding his hand to reassure him “But I-” hes cut off when you give him a little kiss “I told you already its fine Damian” you just smile at you boyfriend who looks like a little happy puppy .

“Ready to leave” you say opening the front door “just coming” you hear from your room upstairs “Hurry up Dami” you shout back almost mockingly “Shut it (Y/N)” you laugh at his reply “Nope” you say still laughing “Ill come make you” he says laughing walking down the stairs to get you “still laughing I see” he says standing behind you smiling you cant reply because you are laughing so much “right to the car then” he says picking you up like a baby “put me down” you say weak from laughing “Nope” he says trying to copy you rvoice witch makes you laugh even harder from how stupid he sounded and he laughed till he put you down and you both got in to the car and went out to eat.

you both got to the restaurant and ordered your food “its been ages since we did something like this Damian said grabbing hold of your hand under the table “ “I know” you say “we need to do it more” he says holding you hand tighter you smile your food comes and after you both eat you decided you want to go shopping

You want some new clothes and want to bring you boyfriend along its fun to see what he picks out and his reaction to some of the clothes you pick. you pick out a pair of black high waisted ripped jeans and a red crop top to go with it and you turn round to find Damian gone you sigh you get out you phone and see a text from him

<I’m getting an outfit for you and some pjs :)>

after 10 minutes he comes to find you and you try on the outfit you picked and of course Damian loves it “wow, beautiful” he says slightly blushing you laugh walking over to kiss his head making it worse “Stop that” he says looking at the floor “sorry Dami, you look cute when you blush” you say walking away “I hate you (Y/N)” he says smiling at you next you try what Damian picked a little white dress with flowers on it you smile looking at the dress then walked out to see Damian standing now “I'm amazing at picking out dresses for you” he says walking over to get a better look “I’m going to go buy these I will try the pjs on t home” you say while putting you own clothes back on

you both get home you try on the pjs that Damian bought for you. a white vest with really short shorts with little robins on them you smile at him “your too cute Dami or should I say Robin” he just smiles and gives you a hug “I’m going to get changed to” he say walking to his drawers “wait” you say I got something for you as well” a pair of trousers with little robins on them matching yours “matching pjs too” He says with a massive smile “I love you” you say getting into bed “I love you too” he says kissing ur head and getting into bed next to you .u fall asleep and cuddle you bear aka Damian.

This was really fun to write

tell me what you think be honest as always

#damian wayne #damain wayne x reader #older damian wayne #bat family #injustice 2 #injustice gods among us #robin

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yeaaabudddy · 5 years

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Betrayal Pt.2

Ship: Damian Wayne x Reader (Y/N)

Type: Angst

Requested: Yes, by anon. (Thank you for the detailed request that the one anon sent, I hope I did it justice!)

Words: 1 768

Notes/Warnings: Death.

Hello guys, sorry this took so much time to write and also it isn’t the best sequel but I still hope you enjoy it! The transition might be a bit weird because I went from the end of Injustice 2, the video game, to Injustice Gods Among Us: Year 5 issues 25 & 26! Also, thank you for over 100 followers on this account!! More content hopefully coming soon!

Part 1

You don’t know what had happened, it was like you had woken up from a weird dream, essentially. You were present and awake while everything was happening but it was like you couldn’t make decisions for yourself, couldn’t control yourself.

You saw and heard everything but your brain was reprogrammed to follow every order without question and full loyalty to Superman. You don’t really understand what had happened but you didn’t see Batman after a while and you wondered why, hoping nothing bad happened. You were answered when he showed up in front of you after a few weeks, delicately inserting a needle in your arm and carefully piecing apart the machine that was restricting you.

All at once you could feel your senses come alive and you instantly felt rage. Rage and sadness to be precise. The emotions had been pushed away inside of you for so long that it accumulated. The last emotions you felt before you were placed under Superman’s control.

It all went towards Damian and you knew that. Your heart pounded, hearing the beats in your ear as you remembered what he had done to you. While you were under, you saw Damian many times. He would come to you when he was angry or sad to complain or hold your hand. You were unable to move or properly respond but you felt sad seeing him. That and anger.

You knew he wanted the best for everyone but to take away your freedom from you and make you a slave was too far that you couldn’t forgive him.

You look at Batman as he steadies you as you regain control of your body. You don’t know how he managed to come back from this but he’s Batman so you don’t question it.

“I have to go find Superman first, he needs to answer some questions.” You nod and stretch to get used to the feeling of moving your body on your own. You quickly follow Batman as he quietly makes his way into position in order to attack Superman. You hide behind a wall and watch, the dialogue of their fight catching you up to date and what you missed as you were still under control.

The realization that Alfred was gone had made your heart drop and you hated that the first thing you thought of was ‘How is Damian?’. Then just thinking about Damian made your heart hurt in pain as you realized how angry you are at him.

As you peek out from behind the wall you see Damian at a distance, slightly afraid as he watches the two most prominent figures in his life fight. The sight was horrifying to look at, even for you. Seeing how far this war had come to made this situation worse. How far has Superman has gone to ensure complete control over the world?

Seeing Batman put up a full fight against Superman and keep up was so surreal. Superman laid on the floor in defeat after a full fight and he was covered in his own blood which surprised you. Batman started dragging him up by his cape.

“Dad…” You heard Damian speak up from across the room. Your eyes snapped to his form, he looked almost speechless at the scene in front of him. You once heard Damian tell you that Alfred had said that Superman would lose to Batman because Superman was afraid and seeing this might have made him feel something more for that statement especially since Alfred died for Batman’s cause.

Batman wrapped his arms around Superman’s neck, choking him as Superman looked beat up and out of energy. He looked up at Damian, his eyes full of grief and sadness.

“Is this what you wanted? For me to cross the line and become a killer like Clark?” Blood ran down Batman’s face as he looked straight at Damian for an answer. Their relationship coming to a different level of sadness as the father faces his son for confirmation.

“Are you willing to kill me to save him?” You could tell Bruce was genuinely asking because he knew Damian didn’t believe in his way of bringing peace but would he go all the way and rebel against him with death on the line, with losing his father.

“Without a second thought.” Damian didn’t wait before throwing a shuriken straight at Batman but Bruce caught it without a struggle. The sight was heartbreaking because even though they weren’t on the same side, they should still not go to the stage where they were willing to kill each other.

Superman was Damian’s new dad, a dad who shared the same ideals, a dad who didn’t blame him for Dick’s death, a dad that was not Batman. That’s why Damian was on Superman’s side, he wanted a father figure who would understand his way and that’s who he thought Superman was.

Damian started to crack his knuckles to prepare himself for a fight with the intent of killing this time. Bruce left Superman lying on the ground, struggling to gather energy. He then attacked Damian with a super punch, his body still fueled by the green pill he took. Bruce held back a little of his power, trying to make Damian pass out and not kill him (obviously). He knew Damian wouldn’t listen to him and won’t leave him alone until they fought so he tried everything in his power to get him out of commission for a bit so he can leave.

While they fought you heard a noise from the other side of the room. You look and see Superman slowly getting up from the ground and mustering up a bit of energy in order to attack Batman, getting into position to ram into him. Yo notice that neither Damian or Batman notice this and you could tell Batman’s green pill power was running out as he wasn’t pulling his punches with Damian anymore. You knew he would not be able to take on Superman alone, especially not with Damian coming at him with the intent of killing at the same time.

So you did what you thought was best in the situation. Enough of hiding behind the wall and hiding from Damian. You used the anger you felt and ran as fast as you could in between the punch coming to Batman’s back from Superman.

You actually had a whole speech ready for Damian, you were definitely going to teach him a lesson and maybe punch him a bit just to get even for all he’s put you through. You didn’t imagine that you wouldn’t even get to say a word to him.

The strength of Superman’s punch was way more than you could ever handle. You were in no means a super and you didn’t have a green pill to strengthen you up. You knew this was suicide when you stepped out behind the wall but you needed to do this for Batman, for the world.

The punch went straight to your face, you felt your neck crack as your head turned around from the impact. You knew that it was it for you. You were able to hear Batman and Damian’s footsteps running towards your body as you felt the life slipping out of you.

Damian’s face made its way into your vision, his face visibly pale and tears gathered up in his eyes.

“No, no way. Not you.” Damian cradled your body into his arms and Superman looked surprised at his own actions. His hands bloodied up and the reason as to why you lay here dead.

It wasn’t his fault though, he didn’t mean to kill you. He was supposed to hit Batman not you.

“This is who you’re siding with?” Batman’s last words really struck Damian but he was still trying to make up excuses for him. It was also the last thing you were able to hear before you fully left your body. The last few seconds of your life held in the hands of Damian Wayne, the person you loved so much but hated at the same time.

Batman ended up taking your body even though Damian had objected as you were his girlfriend but you were fighting Bruce’s battle, ended your life for him and he had to fight for you, make sure to save more people in your name.

“She wasn’t yours anymore Damian, not after you gave her to Superman. I could feel how angry she was when she came back.” Damian’s face dropped as he realized that he did lose you when he gave you up. How could he accept himself if he doesn’t try everything though?

“W-what about the Lazarous pit?” Damian suggests, his eyes wide as he looks at Bruce and Superman who realized they needed to put away their fight as your corpse laid in front of them. Flash and Wonder Woman had joined since then, ready to capture Batman before seeing your lifeless body in his arms. The shock of another death of a fellow hero, even if you weren’t on their side. A death is a death no matter who it is.

Barry put his hand on Damian’s shoulder for comfort as they all knew that the pit wasn’t a good option. Yes, you would come back but at what cost? Batman wouldn’t allow it anyways.

“It’s still an option, she can come back. I just have to tell-”

“Damian.” Batman’s voice cut Damian off. Batman knew the effects of the lazarus pit weren’t ideal and that you would suffer more coming back into this world after you met your demise. You had come to terms with it when you died for Batman and you knew you wouldn’t survive the attack.

Tears fell from Damian’s eyes as he realized that you were fully dead this time. No bringing you back, you weren’t there as a zombie, and you were definitely not fully conscious in his arms. Only a few moments ago you were there, breathing and alive even if you couldn't speak and act out on what you thought. You were still there in some way. Now you were totally gone.

Damian would always hold the responsibility over your death. He will always remember what he gave away for what he thought was right. Seeing your lifeless body after having to endure Alfred’s death not too long ago made him realize that maybe he was in the wrong. He should’ve been able to help you or save you.

He had killed you when he gave you away and took away your freedom and now you really are just dead.

Thank you so much for reading, sorry this part 2 was so late and if it isn’t what you wanted. If there’s a different outcome you want, send in a request and I’ll try to do it!

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #robin x reader #robin imagines #robin imagine #damian wayne imagines

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jon: damian, you’re fine just be yourself.

damian: be myself? jon, i have one day to win over y/n parents. how long did it take for you guys to start liking me?.

y/n: couple weeks.

jason: six months.

tim: jury’s still out.

damian: see, jon? “be myself” what kinda of garbage advice is that?

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Masterlist - Updated 11/2/18

Young Justice Imagines

Kaldur

Learning to Float

Medicine

Everything is Going to be Okay - Part One

Everything is Going to be Okay - Part Two

Not Good Enough

Alone - Part One

Alone - Part Two

An Order to Regret

First Time

Swimming By

Betrayal

Jealous on Christmas

Sick

The Presence of a Demigod

“Borrowed” Lasso - NSFW

Bart Allen

Insecurity

Out of Nowhere - Part One

Out of Nowhere - Part Two

Weighing You Down

Love is Confusing - Part One

Love is Confusing - Part Two

Some People are Just Bad

First Valentine’s Day

First Time

You’re Expecting What?

Couple Costume

Sugar High

Helpful Advice

Preventing the Fall

Superboy

Words Unsaid

Your Choice

Snuggling War - Part One

Snuggling War - Part Two

At First Sight

Staying Over

A Funny Feeling - Part One

A Funny Feeling - Part Two

Attention Grabbing

Helping Others

I Almost Lost You

Paint Lesson

Dick Grayson as Robin

Show Off - Part One

Show Off - Part Two

What You Don’t Know

Being Best Friends with Dick Grayson Would Include…

First Time

Alternative

Joker’s Daughter

Kidding Around

I Can See Them

Undercover Halloween

Never Underestimate Magic

Dick Grayson as Nightwing

Don’t Take This Personally - Part One

Don’t Take This Personally - Part Two

Don’t Take This Personally - Part Three

I’m Not Leaving

Love Yourself - Part One

Love Yourself - Part Two

Muscles - NSFW

Left Out

Electric Currents

Psycho

Beach Day and Jealousy

When the Teleport Fails

I Can See Them

How to be a Heartbreaker

Unstable

Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle

A Suitable Mate - Part One

A Suitable Mate - Part Two

A Suitable Mate - Part Three

A Suitable Mate - Part Four

A Suitable Mate - Part Five

Just a Little Crush

A Cagey Feeling

Back to the Past

Love is Confusing - Part One

Love is Confusing - Part Two

Confession

A Promise

The Computer Geek

Couple Costume

Tim Drake

Broken Arm

A Secret to Tell - Part One

A Secret to Tell - Part Two

Finding Out

Damian Wayne

Puppy Love

Wally West

First Time

Snuggling War - Part One

Snuggling War - Part Two

Tutor Love - Part One

Tutor Love - Part Two

Love Yourself - Part One

Love Yourself - Part Two

Dating Wally West Would Include…

Ouija

First Halloween

A Halloween to Remember

Stop the Flirting

Tears of Sorrow - Part One

Tears of Sorrow - Part Two

Westie is My Bestie

Tight Squeeze

Teen Pregnancy

Roy Harper as Arsenal

I’m Here - Part One

I’m Here - Part Two

First Time

Roy Harper as Red Arrow

Love Yourself - Part One

Love Yourself - Part Two

Klarion the Witch Boy

A Tease

Defenseless Pussycat

Crushes are for Mortals - Part One

Crushes are for Mortals - Part Two

Trespasser

An Infant Secret

Hole in the Wall of Chaos

Jason Todd as Robin

An Awkward Conversation - Part One

An Awkward Conversation - Part Two

Miss Martian

Dating Miss Martian if You Were a Fellow Hero Would Include…

Martian Manhunter

First Christmas

Lagoon Boy

Underwater Meeting

No-Pairing Imagines

How Did You Do That?

What You Don’t Know - Part One

What You Don’t Know - Part Two

World Ending Team up

Team Halloween Bonding

Batman Imagines

Jason Todd

Guardian Angel

Reluctant Guests

Wings of a Robin

The Right Thing

Jason’s Worst Fear

Kinky - NSFW

Reconnection

I’ll be Here When You Wake Up

Elopement

What’s on the Radio?

I Miss You

Jason Todd - Arkham Series

Perfection

First Time

Trust

Dick Grayson

Rolling with the Punches - Part One

Rolling with the Punches - Part Two

Rolling with the Punches - Part Three

Hugging the Demon - Part One

Hugging the Demon - Part Two

Being Best Friends with Dick Grayson Would Include..

Acrophobia

Muscles - NSFW

A Quiet Night - Part One

A Quiet Night - Part Two

A Quiet Night - Part Three

Will You Stay With Me?

Damian Wayne

The Unlikely of Chances - Part One

The Unlikely of Chances - Part Two

The Unlikely of Chances - Part Three

Personal Assistant

Opposites Attract - Part One

Opposites Attract - Part Two

Opposites Attract - Part Three

Hugging the Demon - Part One

Hugging the Demon - Part Two

Hugging the Demon - Part Three

When Passion Strikes - NSFW

Away from Home

Meet the Family

The Princess and the Demon

Robin Who?

Younger Big Brother

Stuck Together

Why Does it Have to be You?

Kidnapped

A Kiss in the Rain

Triplet Crisis

I’m Not Cute

Tim Drake

Cakes and Messes

A Puppy Situation

First Time

Unrecognizable

Ghosts

Pumpkin Carving with Tim Drake Would Include…

Overdoing It

Unexpected Kiss

Nightmares

Red Robin Came Through My Window

Couple’s Day Off

Barbara Gordon

Not Enough Time

Bruce Wayne

Full Moon

Possessive Kiss

Batfamily - In General

An Undead Replacement - Part One

An Undead Replacement - Part Two

Fitting In - Part One

Fitting In - Part Two

Fitting In - Part Three

Matching

Younger Big Brother

When it Becomes too Much

Gone But Not Forgotten

Music Recital

Christmas Returns

Nightmares

Costume Party Drama

Batman Beyond

Terry McGinnis

Jokers’ Revenge

Spliced Not Diced

The Flash TV Show

Barry Allen

After All This Time

Motivation

Secret Identities

Redemption

First Time

Broken Secrets

Arrow TV Show

Secret Identities

Gotham TV Show

Child of Fear - Jonathan Crane x Reader

Superman/Superfamily Imagines

Superman - Clark Kent

Keep Your Options Open

Catch Me

Figuring it Out

Clark?

Superwoman - Clara Kent

Christmas With the Family

Injustice Imagines

Hal Jordan

Blackmail

DC Villains

Poison Ivy

Mother Ivy

Killer Croc

Father Croc

Teen Titans

Raven

First Time

Garfield Logan/Beast Boy

Ghost On Halloween

“First Time” Series

First Time - Jason Todd (Arkham)

First Time - Wally West (Young Justice)

First Time - Kaldur’ahm (Young Justice)

First Time - Dick Grayson as Robin (Young Justice)

First Time - Tim Drake as Red Robin

First Time - Arsenal x Reader (Young Justice)

First Time - Bart Allen x Reader

First Time - Barry Allen x Reader

First Time - Raven x Reader

Would Includes

Being Best Friends with Dick Grayson would include…

Dating Wally West Would Include…

Dating Miss Martian if You Were a Fellow Hero Would Include…

Pumpkin Carving with Tim Drake Would Include…

Justice League vs. Teen Titans

Beast Boy

Crushing Hard

Batman Bad Blood

No Pairing Imagines

Just the Way You Are

Halloween

Ouija - Wally West x Reader

An Undead Replacement - Batfamily x Reader - Part One

An Undead Replacement - Batfamily x Reader - Part Two

First Halloween - Wally West x Reader

Matching - Batfamily x Reader

Ghosts - Tim Drake x Reader

Love Yourself - Wally West x Roy Harper x Dick Grayson x Reader - Part Two

A Halloween to Remember - Wally West x Reader

Crushes are for Mortals - Klarion x Reader - Part Two

Pumpkin Carving with Tim Drake Would Include…

The Princess and the Demon - Damian Wayne x Reader

Couple Costume - Jaime Reyes x Bart Allen

I Can See Them - Dick Grayson x Reader

Sugar High - Bart Allen x Reader

Undercover Halloween - Dick Grayson x Reader

Gone But Not Forgotten - Batfamily Imagine

Never Underestimate Magic - Dick Grayson x Reader

Costume Party Drama - Batfamily Imagine

Ghost On Halloween - Garfield Logan x Reader

Team Halloween Bonding - Young Justice Imagine

Christmas

First Christmas - Martian Manhunter x Reader

Christmas With the Family - Clara Kent (Superwoman) x Reader

Helping Others - Superboy X Reader

Confession - Blue Beetle x Reader

Robin Who? - Damian Wayne x Reader

Opposites Attract - Damian Wayne x Reader - Part Three

Left Out - Nightwing x Reader

Jealous on Christmas - Kaldur x Reader

Christmas Returns - Batfamily Imagine

Overdoing It - Tim Drake x Reader

Valentine’s Day

First Valentine’s Day - Bart Allen x Reader

#masterlist #master list

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your-regular-toast-enjoyer · 1 year

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if ur taking request what's ur headcanon on yandere damian with cinnamon roll!reader

Yandere! Damian Wayne x Cinnamon roll! Reader

Damian Wayne x reader or Damian Wayne/reader

Yandere!Damian Wayne x reader or Yandere Damian Wayne x Reader

Word count: 2257 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, imprisonment, adult Damian Wayne (inspired and mostly based off of Damian in Batman beyond & Injustice 2: Gods among us), obsession. Other than that, there's no s*x or anything of the like.

Damian and you probably met through one of his brothers. Maybe you were a vigilante in training and they were the ones being your mentor. Or maybe you had been an old classmate of Tim’s. Whatever it was, I can imagine they introduced the two of you. Damian wouldn’t have usually walked up to someone like you, he had diluted himself into thinking he was only interested in the sarcastic and semi-stoic type of person. Yet, when he met you, the two of you just instantly clicked, like something in Damian’s life just felt right for once.

The green-eyed man was overwhelmed with this feeling at first, being mean to you in the beginning, to cover up for the fact that he genuinely enjoyed your presence. However, when you didn’t fight back with him and instead just asked if he was doing alright, if he wanted to talk about whatever was bothering him and if there was anything you could do to cheer him up, he suddenly felt as if it was simply wrong to ever be rude to someone like you. You were just so genuine and it almost made him burst into a million pieces, he had never met someone like you. There was certainly no one like that at the League, and most others seemed to just be out for their own gains, whenever they inquired about how he felt. It was simply a fate he had resigned to, given that he was indeed Bruce Wayne’s only blood child and thus the one who would inherit the majority of his assets. 90% of the people he interacted with were all out for his wealth and fame… but not you. No, you simply cared… for some odd reason that Damian couldn’t discern.

He would certainly remain suspicious of any underlying malignant intentions to your actions, but slowly he started to feel more comfortable in your presence. You seemed to genuinely care for him… and while entirely strange to him, he ate it up. And who could blame him? It felt nice being cared for on such a profound and thorough level. There was nothing he liked more than hearing you inquire about his safety, it made him feel like he was finally being appreciated for his personality and not just for being a wealthy socialite or for being the Robin, and a damn good fighter.

I can imagine that the two of you would spend a lot of time together after Damian came to the revelation that you were actually great company and he started to consider you a friend. He would let you pet all of his pets, from Batcow to Jerry. Heck! He’d probably sometimes just plop Alfred the cat on your lap so that you’d be forced to stay longer with him. “Come on! Y/N! You can’t just push Alfred away! Hear how he’s purring, look at how happy he is with you! It’d be a borderline crime to disturb him!” … He would definitely guilt trip you into staying. If you’re afraid of one or even all of his pets, no problem! He’d spend hours and days slowly conditioning you to the more harmless ones like Jerry and Alfred, and if you really don’t want to be near them, he can accept that… for a while, at least. Eventually, he will force you through a slow and careful conditioning process, so that you can at least be near them without feeling threatened.

Other than being with his pets. Damian would also make you sit as a model for him, using your cinnamon-roll nature to guilt you into sitting still for anywhere between half an hour to half a day just so he can get the portrait just right. Sure, he could’ve made the portrait in half of the time he keeps you there, but he enjoys your presence and this is a good way to make you stay around him for an extended period of time, without one of his brothers or his father bothering him.

It would take him quite a while to become yandere, and even longer to fall in love with you. He is satisfied with the amount of control over you, which your personality allows him to gain. However, when it happens, it doesn’t happen separately. It happens all at once and it comes down on both of you hard.

Perhaps, if you’re a vigilante sidekick for one of his brothers, it happens when you’re on a mission together and you end up in mortal danger. Maybe you gave the enemy a chance for redemption, which they promptly used to attack you, or perhaps it was simply an accident which landed you with a gnarly injury. If you’re not a vigilante, but rather a civilian, maybe it was simply that you were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up on the wrong end of a rogue’s weapon, making you injured. Whatever it was, it was at this point, that Damian realised that he was deeply in love with you, that he couldn’t live without your sweet words and comforting gestures. It was, however, also at this point where the green-eyed vigilante realised that he had to become more protective to protect you.

With Damian’s newfound protectiveness came a certain possessiveness as well. He would sit at your side for days at the hospital, holding your hands and cooing sweet words in your ears. When anyone outside of the medical staff showed up, however, he would turn ballistic. Especially, if it was Tim or whichever other brother who had mentored you, he blamed them for your injury and vowed to never let them near you again, just in case they hurt you. He’d try to keep these outbursts away from your line of sight, but he might slip up and do it right in front of you. In which case you may or may not scold him, if you do, he’ll pretend to take it to heart, but in reality, he’s planning on how he can get rid of whoever disturbed the two of you. In Damian’s eyes, the best way to keep you safe was to keep everyone else away from you.

When you were finally signed out of the hospital, Damian would not only pay for all bills involved, but he’d also take you to his home, rather than your own. He claimed that this was the best way to let you fully recover, as he would be available 24/7, and not only that, but Alfred would be available to do all normal chores within the manor, that you would’ve usually had to deal with yourself, like cooking and cleaning. Even if you protested, Damian would manage to convince you that it was indeed the best decision… he paid for your medical bills, after all, why don’t you just let him take care of you?!

While at the manor, Damian would be with you most of the time, except for when he’s out as Robin. As a matter of fact, if you are a civilian, this will be the point where Damian reveals his secret identity to you. He’s already sure that the two of you will marry, so why wait with the big revelation, when he can simply get it out of the way now? Obviously, this knowledge would make you trust his judgement more if you weren’t aware of it before. How could you not? This is the Robin! Crime-fighter extraordinaire! Surely, he would never want anything bad to happen to you, right? Besides, he’s also Damian, a dear friend of yours. Those two combined would probably fool you into believing his good intentions for longer.

If you’re a university student, Damian would force your teachers to either film their lectures for you or teach over the internet, lockdown-style. Yeah, as a Wayne, he has that type of power, most colleges and universities are on the Wayne’s payroll, so they often feel obliged to give in to any demand coming from the family, in fear that if they oppose, they’ll lose their funding.

As you stay at the manor, I can imagine that you’ll be sleeping in Damian’s room, on a separate bed, next to his. Thus giving him better access to nursing you back to health. It was a pretty bad injury which you received, after all. Your placing has the added advantage(… disadvantage?), of giving you a front-row seat to watching Damian slowly bring in your stuff to his room, practically moving you in without your consent.

Damian will slowly start to drop hints about the true romantic nature of his feelings towards you. Bringing a rose, gifting you a whole bunch of stuffed toys and practically anything else he can come up with to win your favour. He’ll constantly make small contained comments about how he adores your soft personality. It will take a while for him to build up the courage to confess to you. You’re probably almost ready to go home when he drops the, “I love you more than life itself, Y/n” bomb.

If you accept his feelings, he’ll move you in immediately… not that there was much left in your own home anymore… but still. He would be cocky and spread the news to the entire family within the hour of your “yes”, and the entire vigilante community will be aware within the day. Yeah, he likes to brag about you. Who would have ever thought he’d be able to pull someone like you? Certainly not him! It probably wouldn’t take him too long to propose and get married to you. The Al Ghuls are known for being intense romantic partners, just look at how Talia acts with Bruce!

If you do not accept… Oh boy! Damian will chain you to his bed with a pair of handcuffs around your ankle, the other end fastened to his bed post. He’d threaten to kill your family if you reveal your newly made prisoner status to his father, brothers or Alfred, and he is most certainly not kidding. He does blame your family for your injury as well. Why didn’t they protect you better? Especially since he found himself so capable of exactly that! You will never leave that bed for more than half an hour or when you’re eating supper with the rest of the family, not until you finally accept his feelings, at which point he’ll act as if you said “yes” in the first place.

Married life with Damian as a cinnamon roll would be delightful, even though he’s a yandere. He’d protect you at all costs. Someone was rude to you? Dead. Oh! You felt hurt by something someone said, if they’re not online, they’ll be gone within the hour. If they are online, he’d take the time to comfort you to the best of his ability… which is admittedly limited… Actually, come to think of it, I actually doubt that he’d let you have access to any online forums, at least not without his supervision. He doesn’t want you to get emotionally hurt by the anonymous pricks that could lurk there, after all. Other than that, he’d do everything to channel his soft side. Cuddles? He’ll do his best not to get restless or flinch. Cooking together? You betcha! But he will be the one handling the knives, he doesn’t want you to get hurt. Movie nights? Absolutely! You get to choose the movie, as long as it’s not a scary one which might frighten you… also, he would roll you into a blanket burrito quite often, especially when watching movies… he just really likes seeing you wrapped up in layers of soft cloth, it makes him feel comforted to see you so… safe? Also! Damian would definitely make sure that you remain healthy! At least 8 hours of sleep and a healthy diet! … The biggest downside is that you will only be interacting with Damian and maybe Dick, Bruce and Alfred… maybe Jason, but definitely not Tim. Yeah, you’ll be kept away from the paparazzi as well. They’ll know that Damian is married, but to who? They have absolutely no idea.

In conclusion… Damian will keep you safe and sound, at all costs, your personality will be mostly to blame for this mentality of his, but it is also the thing he loves the most about you. He will kill, maim and otherwise hurt anyone who tries to get between you, even his own family. No one will ever hurt you again… because no one will ever interact with you again, except a few select people. Your family will be entirely removed from your life, Damian doesn’t consider them safe. Safety becomes Damian’s prime goal concerning you, someone so sweet and genuine should never experience the hardships of life and he will make sure that you’re protected and right within his grasp 99% of the time, excluding his nightly escapades, where he trusts Alfred to keep you safe… the man was an MI6 agent in his youth, after all. The fact of your possible imprisonment will be a secret between the two of you… and possibly Dick, who would never go against Damian’s happiness, no matter who got hurt… if you ever try to tell Bruce or anyone else, Damian will do anything to keep you and I mean anything… I wouldn’t advise telling anyone. Just keep quiet and enjoy being very safe and very loved by the one and only Damian Wayne.

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request.

Thank you for this idea! I hope you like what I did with it! It was a bit rushed and short since I finished this up before school, but I've honestly never written about a cinnamon roll reader before, didn't even have one in mind, (maybe with the exception of my teen titans! reader x Yan! Damian Wayne), I always try to make my readers more of a sarcastic and savvy one, but I hope this turned out okay and that you enjoy it!

#damian wayne x reader #yandere damian wayne #damian wayne #yandere x reader #dc x reader #yandere damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you

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Yandere! DC Comics Masterlist

Multiple Characters

- Yandere! Platonic! Superman vs Yandere! Platonic! Batman (INJUSTICE) (Platonic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Bruce Wayne/Batman

- Yandere! Injustice 2! Bruce Wayne/Batman with Runaway Hero! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Bruce Wayne/Batman Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Batman/Bruce Wayne Concept (INJUSTICE) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Injustice! Batman Prompts 4, 49, 62 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

- Yandere! Nightwing with Villain! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Starfire

- Yandere! Starfire Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Jason Todd/Red Hood

- Yandere! Jason Todd/Red Hood Prompts 15 + 16 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Arkham! Jason Todd/Arkham Knight Prompts 31 + 50 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Damian Wayne/Robin

- Yandere! Injustice! Damian Wayne Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Injustice! Damian Wayne Prompts 1, 22, 54 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Selina Kyle/Catwoman

- Yandere! Arkham! Catwoman (Selina Kyle) Concept (Platonic -> Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Joker

- Mentor - Unfinished Yandere! Joker x Fem! Reader Book (Romantic) [FEMALE]

- Yandere! Joker with Hero! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

The Batman Who Laughs

- Yandere! The Batman Who Laughs/Bruce Wayne (Earth-22) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Riddler

- Yandere! Edward Nashton (Riddler) Concept (Arkham Knight) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Arkham Knight! Riddler V-Day Prompts 26 and 30 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Alphabet - Arkham Knight! Riddler (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Arkhamverse! Self-Aware! Riddler (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Killer Croc

- Yandere! Waylon Jones/Killer Croc with Arkham Asylum Intern! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow

- Yandere! Injustice! Scarecrow with Former Apprentice! Darling (Platonic/Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

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Only you, my girl, only you babe. Only you, darling, only you. Damian gets a birthday present.

Word Count: 2404

Note: This can be read with the same reader as in Impact Play, acting as a prologue if you so wish. Obviously not proof read.

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It was no secret that Damian was never a fan of his father. Even when he held the mantle of Robin there was discourse.

He seemed happier with Superman, which was alright, but sad considering it’s not how it should’ve been. You would’ve questioned his stance with his mother, but it was probably best not to. Something about that whole idea was off and after hearing Damian threaten Cyborg about it, you were certain. His mother was a no go.

The rest of his family was spread to the wind. Dick had died years ago, to which Damian would only comment was an accident. Jason Todd was both nowhere and everywhere, though Damian never showed a real enthusiasm for tracking him down. And Tim was just gone. He was in Gotham, but he was... not a part of Damian’s life. None of his family was part of his life.

At this point, you were not Damian’s family either. You were not even really his friend. You had sided with Superman, and he had sided with Superman, and sometimes you may have stood next to each other, but there was a bout of coldness. Conversations were short, no matter who initiated them. Training... you and Damian didn’t train together. He went off with Cyborg or Superman most of the time, and when you weren’t sparring Black Adam, Wonder Woman wanted to train you. Go figure. But from what you heard, Damian had a not half bad sense of humor and knew how to swing a sword. Maybe that’s why you were so aware of his familial life.

After all, that was the reason you’d poked into Damian’s personal file anyway. Normally, you probably wouldn’t have done anything of the sort. But everyone else was on the other side of the Fortress of Solitude, and you were in need of a good scoffing. Certainly the details of one Damian Wayne could satisfy that need.

You flip the file open, expecting something mind boggling. Instead, your brows only raise as you lean back against the icy computer monitor and desk. Your breathing comes out in thick puffs of white air even though you don’t feel cold. Only the balls of your feet feel the freezing temperatures beneath them. Not unlike your fingers, which dance over an old picture of Robin without thinking before your brows crease.

Superman and Wonder Woman have erased almost everything there is to Damian Wayne. His last name is listed as both Al Ghul and the latter. Nothing is listed under powers or strengths. His file is short. The photo of Damian in his Robin get-up is longer than the entirety of words on the paper. It’s as if you’d came for a scoff, and been given one to for you had not intended. Not even close.

You’re about to close it all together and move on with filing the others when a certain set of words catch your eye. That’s when you discover something very interesting. Something you could actually do something with, if you wanted to. That Damian Wayne was born August 9th.

The file closes and is stuck with the rest in a messy pile.

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Damian is sitting in the dining hall when he hears your footsteps. At first, he thought it was Diana or Victor with how heavy and fast they were. But as you drew closer, he could analyze the weight of your heel and toes and that little pause your knees give sometimes and he knows. Sure enough, a minute later you burst through the entrance way, cooling down from a run. Your chest rises and falls as you look around the room, mouth agape. Finally, your eyes land on Damian, who’s mid chew into the only cereal he could find.

“Happy birthday,” you state, still catching your breath. Luckily, the room is empty between yourself and Damian, so Wonder Woman won’t make you do laps to build up your endurance again.

Damian doesn’t respond, but he does watch you. His chewing is paused, brows creasing under his mask as milk drops from his raised spoon.

“Can you wait right there?” you continue, building up the pace of your feet again. “Thanks.”

The ex-Robin doesn’t respond. Whether it’s because his mouth is full, he has no purpose speaking, or the exasperated confusion you can see in his eyes, he has nothing to say. Only his orbs follow you as you jog out the other archway of the room.

It is Damian’s birthday. Even if he had no way to track the daily date, his mother had forced him to know the exact minute of every hour every day of the year. It had been his first thought this morning. Which meant there could be no mistake. It was Damian’s birthday.

He wonders how you know. But then he thinks of the billion different ways you could have figured it out and so he settles on one of those. Superman had probably just marked it down for the details of Damian’s file, beside all his achievements and how to best use him in combat. Of course he had. Fathers keep note of their sons birthdays.

Had Bruce remembered his birthday? When he was eleven, a year after his mother had sent Damian to Bruce, his adoptive brother Dick had found out that they’d missed Damian’s actual birthday. Then Dick had ordered a day long late birthday celebration inside Wayne manor. It was fun, for an eleven and a half year old. And there’s a bright memory of Bruce smiling down at Damian, Dick carrying the child on his back and shoulders.

Damian shakes his head to clear his senses. He takes one bite of his cereal- two bites, three. The milk is cold down his throat. Unfortunately, as his lips pull away from the metal, some of the liquid sputters down to his armor. Two white drips on shiny a red and black suit are enough to make the entirety of it look uncleanly. Damian can’t say he’s pleased as a low, “Shit,” leaves the back of his throat.

His eyes raise again to the side of the dining hall. You enter the room swiftly, seating yourself at the same table as him with only a good few feet between you. Your hand places a clump of tinfoil on the table. It’s creasing suggests something inside, thick and sturdy. There is silence.

“Oh. This is for you.” You push the wrapped surprise closer to Damian.

“Why?” he finally decides on saying, though it sounds more like a demand than a question.

Instinctively, you scoff. “Sorry to bother you, Damian. I’ll just take my Basbousa and get out of here.”

You swipe the foil from its position and start to stand. Then the familiar pinching feeling of armored hands over the comparably thin fabric of your sweatshirt greets you. Damian’s strong hand wraps around your forearm, holding you in place demandingly. “You brought Basbousa?”

You tug your hand arm free with a jolt, then slowly seat yourself back down. Eyes glued to each other, the foil is released from your grasp. “See for yourself, birthday boy.”

The object is pushed towards him again. This time, the hand that previously gripped your arm instead moves his bowl of cereal out of the way and puts the foil in its place. Birthday boy.

Sucking in a breath, Damian maneuvers his fingers across the shiny silver wrapping until it’s all but gone. Inside, sure enough, is a golden yellow square, no bigger than a cupcake. On special occasions, Damian would receive the dessert as a boy. But that was only when he was with his mother, and when he ate it too fast, she would have him hold hot coals in his hand as punishment to teach patience.

He wonders if it still tastes as sweet as he remembers.

“And you got this where?” Damian tosses to you.

You only shrug in response. “It’s cold. Hope you like it that way.”

You watch Damian then. His eyes are fixated on the treat in front of him. From his side and this close, you can make out details that are a juxtaposition to his very nature.

Damian’s lashes are long and thick, and look about as soft as a pile of fresh snow. His eyes flicker between green and brown and bronze, sometimes similar to honey in the light and others more like spring grass. There’s a freckle on the left underside of his jaw. Everything so calm and pretty in contrast to how abrasive and judgmental Damian Wayne really is.

“Do you want me to sing?” you say to pull yourself out before you go into too deep of a daze.

“Don’t,” Damian responds curtly.

“So,” you begin, watching as Damian pulls his cereal spoon from the bowl and prepares to use it on the basbousa. “What did Superman do for your special day?”

“Nothing,” Damian reveals. “Victor did my laundry and now there’s glitter all over my clothes.”

An eyebrow raises in response. “Sucks.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want a candle for that?” you ask Damian, knowing full well there’s no way Superman would keep birthday candles in the Fortress of Solitude. Damian’s spoon breaks through the corner of the basbousa and it crumbles almost immediately.

“No.”

It’s at that word that you come to the realization that you like Damian Wayne’s voice.

“You know, I’m usually more of a taramisu fan. But this is good too.” Damian slips the spoon between his lips and his eyes flutter closed for a fraction of a second in enjoyment. Then, “It really is surprising that you got this.”

“So I’m the only one who remembered your birthday,” you slip your hands between your thighs for some heat. “Besides Vic.”

“Seems so.”

A minute passes. Damian keeps his eyes on his dessert- and apparently his only gift- while you keep still in wait. You’re not sure why. Damian is attractive, you know that for sure now, but it’s not as if you’re best friends. There were similarities, yes, but that was the reason why you weren’t close wasn’t it? Because you were shared some things that coincidentally kept you from each other?

“Do you uh...” your voice goes hoarse. You clear your throat before Damian can say anything, though you’re fully aware he’s picked up on it surely. “Do you want a present or anything?”

Damian’s pulse stutters. A gift? Offered to him? Dick was the last person who’d ever done that. And how had Damian repayed him?

He drops the spoon sharply to the table, no longer wishing to intake food.

“I’d buy you something but I’m pretty sure we’re illegal. There’s some old sweaters in my place that don’t fit me anymore. Hope you like sweaters-”

“You did this for me?” Damian cuts you off, now turning to you. Against the blackness of his mask, the green in his eyes look pale and striking. The brown is noticeable for only a moment in a spark of icy light before submitting to the other colors within.

Well, yeah. You guess you had. So that’s what you tell him.

Damian’s eyes immediately narrow in accusation and suspicion. Of course.

“Is it so I’ll do something on your birthday?”

You just furrow your brows and shake your head, because the answer is pretty obviously a no and Damian knows that.

He dips his head back down to the table. Maybe in shame. But then he starts to speak again and you don’t mind at all because his voice is so nice and fitting and toned and-

“I haven’t had a lot of birthday celebrations in my life. My mother… This was nice of you.”

Hey… you did a nice thing. How many of those have you had to claim in your life? And from Someone so obnoxious as Damian Wayne, you know it must be true. How pure, how precious is that? And on his birthday too. Such an intimate day. So important, so close. So… friendly.

“It’s nothing,” you respond, lips parted with distraction as the two of you are seemingly locked in the same moment. Shake out of it. “Uh, so think about what you want next time Regime goes out. It’ll be a late birthday gift.”

“Yeah,” Damian says. “Yeah- yeah, I got it.”

He picks up the spoon again and continues his eating. When he nears the end of it, you’d pick yourself up and leave the area wordlessly. There’s no need for words for such a simple and barely there relationship. But, that could change.

Right now, all there is is him. It’s something you’ve never felt with any boyfriends, any girlfriends, anyone. From your longest relationship to your shortest, this is the only time you’ve felt such a strange pull in your tummy. You barely even know Damian, and yet, this exact moment is buzzing and inexplicable. At least on your end.

So what happens with the grandson of the demon and the marksman of the Regime is up to you. If the relationship would blossom, as it begs to, or if it would stand still, like the you and Damian in this minute. Because at this moment, there’s only him. Only him, darling.

“Happy birthday, Damian.”

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Something short and sweet I settled on for Damian’s birthday. He’s over hated, if you ask me, even in the Injustice universe. His character has a lot of depth and even though he’s easy to hate on the surface, I just can’t. So happy birthday to the beloved Damian Wayne, and a hopeful many more years for him.

Also, basbousa is a real dish. I wanted to find something middle eastern to tie to Damian since he is, in fact, middle eastern. I don’t think DC has ever confirmed where exactly he and his mother are from so I had to chose something a little generic. Basbousa is found in Turkey and surrounding countries.

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