I know (Damian Wayne imagine)
Request: Can you write on with older Damien Wayne. Basically Damien gets jealous bc the reader is a very affectionate person so people mistake it for flirting. One day this guy gets the wrong signal and makes a move on her. Damien sees and gets all jealous and possessive.
Summary: Jealous Damian to the rescue.
Word count: 541
Warning(s): Fluff; jealousy
It’s a normal occurrence that me and Damian went to his father’s galas, ever since we started dating.
It was a chance for him to show me off to the world and also, since he had to suffer through them, so did I. It was a way to keep him from loosing his mind at these events.
I was wearing a black dress with beautiful lace sleeves and an open back. The black matched Damians suit well, we were that annoying couple that tried to match at events like this.
We arrived and did the regular talking to all the important people, Damians hand not once leaving my back. As the night went on, Bruce dragged Damian to meet other business men, leaving me all alone and bored out of my mind, the posh scene was definitely not my thing at all, so I made my way to the bar. Asking the bartender to get me a margarita.
After just a few minutes a man sits on the stool next to mine ordering his own drink, he joked that he usually ordered whiskey on the rocks but this time he was feeling extra manly and skipped the ice, earning a chuckle from the bartender.
I recognized him as a man that we talked to when we arrived.
“Bored?” I ask him while putting on a polite smile, sipping on my drink.
“Yeah, this really isn’t my thing, how about you? Wayne boy got pulled away?”
“Yeah he needed to talk business, really not my thing to be honest.“ I roll my eyes playfully, earning a soft almost giggle from him.
“Wanna dance?” He asked, finishing his glass and giving out his hand. Taking my last sip and pushing away the glass, I hold on to his fingers, "sure, why not?"
When we got to the dance floor he put his hands on my hips, making sure what he’s doing is appropriate. We start to dance, I can feel an intense glare being sent our way, figuring it’s Damian.
As we dance the mans hands go lower and lower towards my back making me feel uncomfortable.
I begin to slowly shift away, trying to get his hands off.
Damian, sensing my slight panic, appears next to me, an arm protectively around my back.
"Having fun, beloved?” He asks dangerously sweetly, sending a bat-glare™ towards the offender, who has now disconnected his hands.
“Mr. Wayne, what a pleasure, but why do you have to ruin the fun?” He asks playfully.
"Well, you were obviously making my beloved here uncomfortable, so if I were you I’d back off.“ Damian threatened, straightening his back a little more, to seem more intimidating. The man just huffed and backed away.
"TT, are you alright habibti?” He starts guiding me towards the exit.
“Yeah I’m alright.” A sly smile on my face.
“What is funny, my love?” He says opening the door for me.
“You were totally jealous.” I tease. His face lights up just slightly, a light smile on his face. “I don’t like people touching what’s mine, you know that beloved, my goal is to keep you safe.”
I slide my hand down his jaw lightly, looking lovingly in his green eyes.
"I know, Damian,I know.“