and ugh he looks rough

Hate U/Love U - Part Three

Characters: Damian Wayne (Robin), Reader (You).

Requested by: Many!!

Synopsis: Hate U/Love U Part 3.

Warnings: Mild Sexual harassment, Sexual references.

A/N: This will be the last part because I’m not sure where else to go with it and I already struggled to get it here as well.
Y/N = Your Name.
Hope you like it!
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!
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It had been 3 months since Damian sent me on my way to my parents. I had been staying with them and got a job as a waitress at a diner. Praying my degree would actually get me somewhere.
Not matter how hard I’d been trying as well, I’d been trying to date, but no matter what, all I could imagine was that it was Damian who I was having dinner with. That is was Damian who was on top of me trying to please me.
I can’t explain. I shouldn’t love him still. He was so arrogant and rude, ugh! He made me want to scream.

“More coffee, honeypot!” A rough looking trucker called me over.
I filled up his cup and he slapped my ass as I walked away. I wanted to throw this jug of boiling hot coffee in his face. But a deep breath and I walked away.
“Y/N!” Bethany skipped over, thick southern accent, blonde ponytail swinging behind her. “Y/N!” Her brown eyes turned into puppy dog eyes.
“What is it now?” I attempted a smile at her, knowing very well what she wanted.
“Can you take me shift tomorrow night?”
“I’m already working tomorrow afternoon.”
She pouted, “It’s convenient isn’t it, you are already here.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Please! I have a date!”
“You always have a date.”
“Please!”
Sighing, I mumbled, “fine.”
“You’re the best!” She hugged me tightly. “I owe you!” She ran back over to her section.
“You owe me a lot!” I yelled after her.
She gave me a thumbs up and took a couples order.

I collapsed immediately on my bed once I got home. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and my mind forced Damian into my dreams. He was in love with me again, he gave me jewelry. Ha! What a fantasy.

The sun set the next day and my second shift started. The night was quiet. Not uncommon for a Thursday here.
7pm turned 8pm. 8pm turned to 9pm. It was 2 hours between our last customers. And the moment they walked in, my heart stopped.
Bruce Wayne.
Dick Grayson.
Tim Drake.
And him. Damian Wayne.
What on earth were they doing here?
And how dare they sit in my section.
“Taylor?” I whispered. “Psst.”
“Hmm?” She slid over to me from her side.
“Could you take my side?”
“Why?” Her green eyes looked worried.
“It’s my, um, ex.”
“Which one?” She grinned looking at the table. “No matter who, you hit the jackpot.”
“Taylor, please?”
“Okay, okay. Go hide out back or something and I’ll let you know when they’re gone. We’re not busy anyway, I’ll handle the place for now.”
“Thank you. Thank you.” I stalked over to the door to the back as quietly as possible.

I walked up and down the back carpark.
He has absolutely no, they have absolutely no reason to be here. Why were they here?
“Y/N?”
My head whipped around and Damian stood under a lone light. Like a spotlight to keep my attention on him because I couldn’t see anything else.
“Damian.” I aknowledged his presence, but nothing more.
“Y/N, I need to speak to you.”
I scoffed. “You paid for me to come here, then come here to speak to me.”
“Actually, we are on a mission.”
“Of course you are.”
“But I was hoping to find you here. Not here, exactly, but this town. What are you doing here?”
“You’re detective skills aren’t very good. Doesn’t the uniform give you a hint?” I replied.
“No need to be snarky. Please. Can I ask you something?”
“Ask me something?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“Yes. Come back with me.”
My jaw dropped. What? Go back with him? After everything? “I thought you didn’t feel anything anymore.”
“I guess it’s, um,” he rubbed the back of his neck.
“You don’t realise how much you love something til it’s gone?” I suggest.
“Yes. That.”
I groan. “If it’s that, couldn’t you at least show emotion to let me know! You want to get back together yet you can’t even prove it me! Prove it to me that you still love me!” I screamed, my throat already feeling raw. “After all this time, you return and want me to come running back to you and I don’t believe you. Make me believe you-!”
His lips were on mine before I couldn’t even blink.
I felt it. I believed it. I melted into the kiss.
Damian pulled away. “Do you believe me now?”
“Yes.” I pulled his neck, bringing his lips back down to me.

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