- They know to behave in public but well its just so hard.
- Cass is making each of the family members dance with her at least once.
- Harper and Stephanie are people watching/commenting/gossping.
- Dick promised to keep an eye on Damian. They are causing trouble.
- Jason snuck in as a waiter and has been trolling family members all night.
- Tim is having to talk with the Gotham socialites about WE. He is also randomly getting M&M thrown at him by a waiter.
- Duke hangs out with Damian and Dick or Harper and Stephanie.
- Barbara is with her father talking to people but also participates in throwing M&M at a confused Tim.
- Damian is non stop asking when they can leave.
- Bruce mouthing behave constantly at all of them.
- He claimed the first dance with Cass.
- The media going wild since the whole family is there. No doubt they will be front page. Now the question, what will the headline be?
Damian was a bit confused. Usually, on patrol, they would like…do things. Catch criminals. Stop bank robberies. Save widows and orphans.
Yes, Damian was utterly confused as to why tonight, his father and him were following…his mom. Not Talia. You. He never considered Talia his mother, he came to that realization the first time you made him hot cocoa and cookies after he had a rough day, and just…talked to him. Asked him how he was feeling. Just genuinely cared for him, something Talia Al’Ghul never did.
She was his mother, but you were his mommy.
And so, tonight, as he was jumping from a building to another, following you through the dark street of Gotham, he wasn’t really sure what was going on.
Oh my God…Were you a criminal ? Was he going to loose you because his father was going to put you behind bars ? But he loves you ! How could he ?
If it came to that, Damian decided that he would fight his dad, giving you enough time to escape. Yes. He would save you. There was no way he was letting his mommy go in prison, no matter what she did…
His father was talking to Dick about something happening in North Gotham. He then proceeded to call Tim to ask him to go to the docks join Jason because some big drug deal was going on…And once again, Damian wondered why they were tracking you instead of taking care of the real issues.
He looked down in the street, you were at a small cafe, ordering a huge cup of coffee, that he knew was probably the blackest beverage ever. You liked it that way. But that’s it. You were getting coffee. Sure it was 10:30 pm but like, you couldn’t always just stay at the Manor right ? You’d be bored !
Besides, you were a writer, you often came to get coffee at night with your notebook, you always said it brought you lots of inspiration (he loved your stories, and was your number one beta reader).
It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to be out, getting coffee (even if Gotham was dangerous at night, you knew how to defend yourself thanks to your Husband’s training, and besides, one of your sons kinda always had an eye on you anyway…just to be sure), so again, why were they here ? Why weren’t they on the docks, with Tim and Jason, to fight some real criminals ?
Bruce refused to let Damian patrol alone so far, which is why he was with him, but usually, he’d explain what was going on you know ? Not able to contain himself anymore, Damian asked :
Dammit Beast Boy we’re trying to have a moment here
I’m so happy with so much of this. Teen TItans should be about heart, character and relationships IMO and this is a good start
Starfire’s original backstory (or something more like it) and her past with Blackfire seems to have been restored. It was an interesting idea to make their animosity very mild in the New 52, but it didn’t work for me. They’re actual enemies again by the sound of it.
Prompt: Damian interested in his veterinarian would be cute
Requested by: ANON
You stare at your fiance with all the contempt you can muster. Your body language says annoyed and your stance shows that you’re done. Of course Damian doesn’t notice any of this. He’s too busy playing with a tiger cub.
“I rescued him from a zoo.”
“Understood, but the answer is still no.”
“You’re a vet. You can’t just say no.”
You roll your eyes, “I am a vet. That’s why I’m saying no. I’ve already contacted four sanctuaries that are willing to take her. All are certified, and I’ve already had Tim check to make sure they don’t mistreat and/ or sell their animals.”
He stares at you, “But if we take care of her, I know she’ll be fine.”
You narrow your eyes, “Damian we already have two dogs, a cat, a cow, a demon from another dimension, and two chickens. We are at full capacity.”
“Yes … now that we have the tiger, we’re done.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, “Damian, it’s a wild animal, and while we can’t release it back in the wild it will do much better at a sanctuary with other tigers.”
You watch him frown, and then mumble something before finally giving in. You watch your fiance, who is twenty-three, and over six feet tall pout as he walks back into your bedroom with the cub. Sometimes you curse Bruce Wayne and his over indulgent behavior.
The first time Damian had a nightmare in front of Dick they were still getting started as Batman and Robin. Dick didn’t hesitate a moment when he heard his little brother’s distress. He slid into bed next to Damian ignoring Tim’s voice in his head chanting how dangerous Damian was and pulled the boy close to him. Because that’s what Damian was. A little boy terrified in the night, and Dick knew exactly what to do. He sung quietly until Damian fell back into a deep restful sleep.
The first time Jason was around Damian during one of the kid’s nightmares was an odd time for them both. Jason had somehow ended up watching him when they both came down with a cold. Damian had fallen asleep on his couch watching some horror movie Bruce would never allow. Jason had no idea what to do at first when Damian started thrashing on the couch. But then the boy cried out for his mother and Jason’s instincts kicked in as he carefully lifted Damian into his arms whispering soothing words, his arms a tight comfort.
Damian’s first nightmare around Tim was completely different. They’d been out fighting together and it had somehow turned into a mid-patrol argument. Out of the blue Tim took a bullet for Damian. Damian who’d been crowing about being a blood son. Damian whose blood didn’t match Tim’s and had to watch as Bruce found someone else to donate. Damian who crawled up next to his brother because his nightmare was losing the family he’d worked so hard to gain. And when Tim woke up, half aware of himself half on painkillers he knew exactly what to do when he found Damian stubbornly pressed against his side. He wrapped an arm around his brother and whispered the words. “It’s ok”
Bruce hadn’t been back but a few weeks when Damian had a nightmare. Grayson had stopped living with them and Damian was at the Manor. Strange and foreign he’d never admit to jumping at shadows in the night. He stood outside his fathers room for a solid half hour before going in. He had no idea what to expect from the man. He’d known distance so far, the opposite of Grayson’s warmth, but there was no one else. So he climbed into Father’s huge bed and perched at the edge. Happy to be close at least. A minute later Father was getting up and Damian had squished his eyes closed against any anger. Instead strong arms picked him up then they were lying together, Damian pressed against his father’s chest, stiff as a board because Father had never done this before. A hand pressed to his hair and Damian realized that his father had done this before. With each of his children. So Damian let himself relax and curl closer to his father who knew exactly what to do to comfort him.
Requested by Anon - a story where the reader and Damian like each other but won’t admit it cuz they’re too stubborn so the batfam try to get them together.
Happy Birthday Anon’s friend!!
Damian watched you from across the cave as Alfred wrapped the cut on his arm. You were working on updating files on the batcomputer. The glow from the computer highlighted your face in a way that fascinated him. His fingers twitched with the need to draw to you.
“Master Damian, you may go change now,” Alfred stated, finishing the bandage on Damian’s cut. When Damian didn’t move, Alfred raised an eyebrow, noticing how intently Damian studied you. “Master Damian,” Alfred said again sharply. Damian finally dragged his gaze away from you to look at Alfred. “I’m done with the bandage. You may go change now.”
“TT,” Damian huffed, sliding off the table to stalk over to the changing area. When he passed you, you spun around in the chair to face him causing him to slowly stop, catching your eye.
“Are you okay, Damian?” you asked, glancing at the bandage on his arm. He touched the bandage, shrugging his shoulders.
“It is nothing,” Damian replied softly. The two of you fell silent, caught up in each other’s eyes. A solid minute passed without either of you making a sound. You both would have been there forever if Dick hadn’t appeared, clapping his hand on Damian’s shoulder to snap the two of you out of it.
Helena can pull the puppy eyes with everyone but Damian because he calls her out every time
“Damian can you please pass me the box of cookies ?”
“But they are al the way in the kitchen, why can’t you get them yourself?”
“Please ?” *pulls puppy eyes*
“Wow, you managed to well a few tears and look as miserable as you usually do, Well done Hel, real achievement”
“Helena you’re just bringing yourself one step closer to throwing a toddler temper tantrum because you can’t be bothered to move your legs, might as well go heat up a dummy (pacifier) whilst your there”
Older damian wayne x female reader would be awesome. Your choice of topic. Thx :D
Can you do an older (18-20 yr old) first kiss with Damian and can you make it sweet and fluffy?
Notes:My first imagine!!! It took me longer to edit and have enough inspiration to finish it but it’s finally here :-). Also I changed the second request a lil bit, Damian is probably 15-16 here
You guys had been friends for enough time for Damian to realize that what he felt for you wasn’t simple tolerance.
Oh no. Everyone could see it and it made him wish he could murder all his brothers in their sleep. That technically he could, but not without getting a really long lecture from Alfred or something.
The whole family was excited to meet the girl that made the demon blush and smile, even Bruce. So when they found out you were coming over to the manor to work on an English project, there was nothing he could do.
Damian tried to cancel or set it up somewhere else but you weren’t having none of it. After the mess you were raised in, how bad could his family honestly be?
The thought of Damian just being ashamed of introducing his new poor friend to his wealthy famous family crossed your mind but he assured you several times that he was ashamed of his family, not you.
He talked to you about his father, who you were already intimidated by. Her eldest brother, Dick, apparently the only decent sibling he had according to him. The one who followed, Jason, the black sheep of the family with a terrible common sense. Tim, the one he hated the most for some reason. And Alfred, the butler.
A butler… you weren’t even sure you currently had milk.
You had seen the old british man a couple of times when he picked up Damian from school but he never let you get close enough to introduce yourself, so this was gonna be new.
The atmosphere in the limo was more awkward than you expected.
Alfred said a polite “Good morning, miss Y/L/N. I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s nice to finally meet you” that was received with Damian watching him cautiously.
During the ride, you could notice Damian avoided eye contact by looking out the window. His jaw was clenched and brows slightly furrowed.
This change might have gone unnoticed by someone who hadn’t gotten to know Damian’s mannerisms as well as you through all these months.
You reached for one of his hands and covered it with yours, gently squeezing it. “It’s gonna be fine, Dami. Quit worrying that much.”
Once you arrived at the manor, Damian started walking in front of instinctively as if protecting you from something. It didn’t take long to realize what it was.
You had to admit you hadn’t given much thought to what could be expecting you at the Wayne Manor, but this still startled you.
Questions like “Are you friends with him because of the fame and money?”, “Did he hire you?”, “Is he threatening you? Blink twice for yes, once for no”, “Are you some kind of witch?”, “Do you owe him a favor?” were being thrown all around.
Damian tried to get you as away from his brothers as possible, his face was red with rage and embarrassment and he kept yelling at everyone to leave you alone. Finally, he managed to escape and pulled you toward an empty garden.
When he made sure no one was following you, he turned around biting the inside of his lip.
“I’m sorry for that, Y/N.”
Damian wasn’t sure if you were gonna stay quiet, change the topic or leave. But he was greatly surprised when you opened your mouth and let out a whole-heartedly laugh that made his heart swell.
“Well, I can’t say you didn’t warn me.” You joked.
“I promise I’ll make sure they never look in your direction again or else–” He started, getting more furious with every second.
“Damian! It’s fine, really.” You put both your hands over each of his shoulders, causing his muscles to tense, and shot a calming look his way. “I love them, your family is great.”
The Wayne boy softly shrugged your touch off and crossed his arms. “They are nothing but an inconvenience.”
“An inconvenience you love.” You commented, swiftly glancing at him and then looking at the beautiful growing trees that you were sure only Alfred took care of.
After some minutes in a comfortable silence, just observing the beautiful plants, flowers and sunny sky. You decided to sit on the grass, against the prettiest tree you could spot.
“Maybe we could do our project here?”
He followed you and sat beside you, nodding as you started to unpack your bag.
“Thank you, by the way.” You murmured, unsure.
Damian examined you with confusion. “What do you mean?”
“For bringing me here, introducing me to your family… For being my friend, I guess.” You smiled shyly at him, shrugging and looking down at your lap, trying not to let him notice your face was probably boiling.
You hated the way Damian could make you feel, but you were also enchanted by it.
“Of course, Y/N. But I should be the one thanking you, you’ve helped me in ways I wish I could share with you.” Damian confessed, thinking back of all those times a text from you was enough to calm him down and seeing your smile would make all his frustrations go away.
You chuckled sweetly. “I don’t see how that’s possible but you are welcome.” And there it was, that warm and innocent grin that could light up his entire world in just one second.
None of you had realized how much time you spent looking into each other’s eyes, none of you was counting. But you could recall catching a glimpse of Damian glancing at your lips as you unconsciously licked the lower one.
It happened fast, but slow at the same time. Your breath halted due to the nervousness of Damian’s face approaching yours, but you could also experience the shock when you felt his lips on yours.
For a first kiss, there was nothing gross or awkward about it. His lips could look rough and chapped most of the time but you were gladly surprised to discover that they were actually really soft and sweet.
The kiss lasted for only a few seconds and soon you were pulling apart. You didn’t know where to look at but it was clearly pointless to try to hide your blushing anymore. Your mouth started to generate some small giggles and you had to stop before you punched yourself in the face.
Well if the kiss wasn’t awkward, the after-kiss would surely be.
Once you dared to look at Damian, you were surprised to learn that he wasn’t staring at you, he was staring at something behind you. You followed his gaze only to see a pair of heads and eyes through the bushes of the garden.
Realizing you had seen what he did, his expression turned more mortified than pissed off and he quickly stood up, taking steps towards his eldest brothers.
Your palm hit your mouth to muffle the loud laughing that was coming out of you as your eyes followed your crush chasing after his brothers who were calling out Alfred’s name.
Boy, you were gonna enjoy being part of this family.
Hi, I absolutely love your batboy X reader imagines. Can I request one of Damian being jealous of Jason's S/o as he sees her as a Sister figure and wants her to himself?
I wasn’t too sure what you meant but
I decided to take it with stride! You requested Damian being jealous of Jason
right? Because Damian wants Jason’s s/o to him? At least that’s what I think
you want but nevertheless! Sorry if it’s short and thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy!
Damian frowns as he stares at you cradling Jason to your chest
when Jason flops down on the couch after a taxing mission. He ignores the
jealousy burning in him and tries his hardest not to let his disdain show far
too much. He honestly does not know what
you see in Todd. Damian feels a little bit conflicted because if you didn’t get
together with Todd, there was no way he could probably have meet you and that,
in itself, was a scary thought.
“How was patrol, Jay?” You ask him when Jason made
himself comfortable on top of your chest. You ran a hand through his hair,
massaging his scalp lightly just as he likes it. Jason murmurs something
incoherent and you nudge him. “Actual words, babe.“
Jason pulls back to roll his eyes at you. If that was anyone
else, you would have smacked them already but alas, it was Jason. "Had
some close calls but other than that, ’s fine.” He mutters, recalling the
events that took place during patrol. “At least none of us got injured
this time around.”
You frown slightly but nod your head nonetheless. “At the
very least, you are still keeping your promises so I can’t truly be mad.”
You press your lips against his and Jason smirks in to the kiss. He pulls away
after a bit.
“I’m going to hit the showers first.” He slowly pulls
away from you before pausing entirely to give you a look. “You’re welcome
to join me if you want.” He smirks at you and you playfully swat at him.
“Just go take your damn shower, Todd and come back
here later.” You tell him and Jason lets out a chuckle before pressing a
kiss atop your head. He turns around to leave but is surprise to see Damian
“Yo, Demon Spawn. I didn’t notice you.” He laments and
Damian narrows his eyes at Jason.
“It would mean that you would have eyes at the back of your
head, Todd.” Damian says smartly, before heading towards the couch to sit
down a minute distance from you, arms crossed.
Jason shrugs his shoulders. He has got to admit now that he has
spent some time with the Demon Spawn, he wasn’t that bad of a kid.
“Okay,” Jason decides to leave the two of you be and heads for his
Damian then turns to look at you only
to flush slightly because you are looking at him. He thinks it’s silly that you
are going out with Todd especially because you could do so much better without
Todd and again, the frown on his face deepens because if you had not met Todd,
how was he supposed to meet you?
You smile before shaking your head. His
attitude sometimes reminds you of your pet hedgehog, Bo. Or rather, Bo reminds
you of Damian. They were so alike and you find both of them extremely adorable.
Jason has always told you that Damian cherishes the ground you walk on mostly
because he sees you as a respectable older sister figure. Though sometimes,
Jason would grumble over how much Damian likes to hang around you too.
“Nothing, Damian. How was your night?”
You ask him. Honestly you were honored Damian looked up to you as an older
sister. Being the youngest in the family, you had no one looking up to you and
you have always wanted a younger sibling even if this younger sibling came in
the form of Jason’s youngest pseudo brother. “Jay told me the two of you had a
couple of close calls.”
Damian nod his head curtly. “Yes,
that is correct.” It was not any of their faults and he remembered Jason going
through the bad villain rather quickly because in the midst of fighting, Jason
had promptly told him to make it quick because he wanted to go home to bed, to
(your code name). “Sister.” Damian calls your attention and you nod your head,
prompting him to go on.
“Are you happy?” He questions as he
looks away from you to stare blankly ahead.
You furrow your eyebrows together. “That
is very subjective, Damian.” You point out. “But if you ask me if I am happy in
general, yes, I am. Am I happy with my current life? It worries me whenever Jay
or you or any of the family goes out for patrols or dangerous missions but I
know that all of you will always try your hardest to come back home so that is
a relief.” You explain and Damian turns to look at you once more with an
unreadable expression. “Am I happy with Jason? Absolutely. Of course, like any
other couples, we fight with each other and sometimes it’s always over the
silliest things like leaving the toilet seat up!” You grumble but Damian snorts
at your revelation – it seems like Todd has a habit of leaving the toilet seat
up. “But we still love each other very much and I absolutely adore him.”
Damian nods his head slowly. His
brain is now formulating another plan – he really wants to keep you to himself
because you have never treated him like the adult he thinks he is but rather as
a kid that is growing up, that craves for attention, affection and whatever it
is that Damian needs. Perhaps if you stay in the family, stay with Jason and if
Jason proposes to you, Damian will have that bond with you forever.
He nods his head curtly at your
explanation before giving you a small smile. “Thank you for entertaining my
questions, sister.” You smile at him before pulling him in a brief hug. If this
was just about anyone, Damian would have shove them so far away but this is you
– so Damian just accepts the hug. He pulls away quickly though when he hears
Jason’s obnoxious steps. “I will leave you to Todd now.”
Damian pecks your cheek and leaves
the living room just in time to catch Jason walking towards where he had just come
from. He stops Todd from advancing any further. Jason stares at Damian. “Best
you put a ring on sister’s finger, Todd.” He states before leaving Jason
surprised by what he had just said.
Jason walks to you still somewhat
dazed by what Damian had just said. Did the brat go through his bag again? He
could have sworn he hid the ring box very carefully.
Requested: Yes Request: Pls more black canary apprentice and Damian Wayne? Maybe Damian takes her to her first Wayne charity ball and she like wows him in what she’s wearing and yadyadayada and since we’ve established that she’s a flirt, she just riles him up the entire time. And because he’s inheriting the Wayne company he has to be present and serious but as soon as he is able to step away, things get steamy. (Also I think black sparrow or just sparrow would be a cute super hero name) Summary: Things get hot after Damian catches you flirting at a gala. Word Count: 1387
Warnings: Smutty sex, hickies/lovebites, and very little actual plot… enjoy!
Dating Damian was surprisingly natural. He was a perfect gentleman. He took you out on a date at least once a week. He seemed to like physical contact, always stealing your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist whenever you were in close proximity. It made the days fly by until six months went out the window and the two of you were caught off guard by the paparazzi. The pictures of you were plastered all over Gotham’s tabloids, labeling you as Damian’s newest fling to the public.
“I suppose it is time for the public to know I’m unavailable,” Damian shrugged when you pointed them out to him. You felt your brows furrow together. “There’s a gala coming up this weekend, would you attend it with me?” he asked with that signature Wayne smirk that made you weak.
“I would love to,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around him. Damian was an incredibly lover. He seemed to know exactly where and how to touch you. He never failed to turn you into a puddle in his bed.
You spent as much time as you could afford shopping for the perfect dress. Damian had insisted on paying, but that didn’t help you find the dress that you wanted. Between training and patrols, you couldn’t get away for long enough to try on more than two dresses at a time. You were beginning to lose hope. Then you found it. It was a little black dress. It hugged you so perfectly, it seemed it was made exactly for your body. It was low cut, revealing your cleavage, but it was in good taste.
The night of the gala, you donned the dress instead of your uniform. You fixed your hair into a flawless style that revealed your neck and made you look luxurious and sexy. Your makeup was perfect and you looked knock dead gorgeous. Damian was going to have a hard time keeping his hands off of you.
The ride to gala was thick with sexual tension as Damian spent the entire time looking you over with a hunger in his blue eyes. His jaw was tense as he struggled with whatever he wanted to say. You felt smug and confident that you could leave the Prince of Gotham in such as state.
As soon as you stepped out of the limo, cameras began flashing you. You put on the smile Damian had taught you. He draped his arm around your waist possessively and led you towards the front doors. You looked up at him, he was smiling and giving the crowd what they wanted. He looked stunning himself.
Inside the gala was in full swing. Everyone was mingling or dancing. Damian led you around gently and you just got to smile and look pretty while the high rollers questioned Damian about Wayne Enterprises. No one had any interest in the pretty face on the rich boy’s arm. After two hours, your face hurt from all the fake grinning . It wasn’t until a wealthy man and his son approached the group you were mingling with that anyone addressed you directly.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a boring place like this?” the son asked while his father began questioning Damian. You glanced at Damian to see his jaw flex, his hand around your waist tightened slightly. He had heard the stranger.
“Well, I think it just got interesting,” you smirked flirtatiously. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was taking your bait.
“I can think of a few things you might like,” he winked his dull brown eyes. You wanted to roll yours but you felt Damian’s arm tighten again. He was livid.
“Is that right?” you bit your lip playfully. Damian cleared his throat, pulling your gaze back up to him.
“Excuse us,” he smiled to the group before practically dragging you to the nearest corridor. He pushed your back against the wall and pinned you there with his strong arms. You smirked up at him.
“Is someone jealous?” you teased playfully. He smashed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. It left you breathless and lightheaded.
“We’re leaving,” he ordered roughly after he pulled away. You raised a brow.
“But what about image, oh, Prince of Gotham?” you questioned teasingly. He growled low in his throat.
“I don’t give a damn,” he smirked predatorily before snatching another hot kiss that sent fire through your veins. He pulled away and quickly began leading you towards the door. His pace was brisk with his long legs and you practically had to jog to keep up.
The limo couldn’t get there fast enough. He ran his hands over your sides and kept you on the edge of combusting. He planted kisses on your knuckles and hands while the photographers watched like vultures. As soon as the car pulled around, he pulled open the back door and you climbed inside. As soon as he climbed in and slammed the door closed behind him, his mouth was back on yours.
The ride home consisted of an intense make out session that had your blood boiling. He left purple love marks on your neck and collarbone as he ran his hands through your hair, ruining your styling work. The ride didn’t last long at all before he was helping you out of the limo. He swept you off your feet and carried you up the front steps of Wayne manor.
He carried you all the way to his bedroom, were he set you on the grand king size bed. You looked up at him lustfully and licked your lips before pulling his mouth to meet yours. It was a mad gap to get rid of the clothing between you. You heard a rip and you knew sadly that the dress was history.
Very quickly the two of you were bare and he roughly entered you. You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your throat. Damian pounded into you with a brutal pace, quickly sending you screaming over the edge. He was relentless. As you called out his name and cursed, he nibbled your ear and sucked more hickies on your slender neck. The second orgasm had your whole body shaking with ecstasy.
“Do you think anyone else could make you feel this good?” he whispered against the base of your throat. You shook your head, unable to find real words. “I’m the only one who can touch you like this,” he growled deeply as he continued his rough fucking. “You belong to me,” he said bluntly.
“Yes!” you screamed as your body was sent hurtling over the edge for a third time. You cried out his name like a prayer and it didn’t take him long to finish. He laid next to you, curling his arms around you to pull you against his chest. Your body felt like pudding, but his touch felt like heaven.
“I love you, (Y/N),” he sighed. You smiled and pushed yourself up to kiss him sweetly and gently.
“I love you, Damian,” you replied. He smiled up at you, that genuine smile that melted your heart.
“Robin, come in,” a voice spoke up from the communicator in Damian’s nightstand drawer. He sighed before grabbing the thing.
“Robin, here,” he answered.
“We need you and Sparrow here in the Watchtower, asap,” Jon spoke clearly.
“We’ll be there in ten minutes,” he answered and tossed the communicator aside.
You wasted no time digging out the spare uniform you kept in Damian’s room. You pulled it on and groaned as you saw the purple marks all over your neck, shoulders, and chest. There was no possible way to conceal the marks in the time you were given. You narrowed your eyes at Damian as he pulled on his Robin uniform. He noticed the purple marks and smirked proudly.
“Now, no one will doubt that you are mine, beloved,” he told you cheekily. You looked back at your reflection and couldn’t help but stare at the marks. “Let’s go before they send Jon after us,” he chuckled and pulled you away from the mirror. You just hoped no one had the guts to mention the marks. You didn’t feel like beating the shit out of one of your teammates.
Jason didn’t grow up with siblings or a lot of close friend/familial interaction so he hasn’t developed an immunity to people taking advantage of his softer side.
He’s absolutely a sucker for “puppy eyes” and no matter how hard he tries they’ll get him every time.
Dick wants to take Jay’s bike for a spin? Puppy Eyes.
Steph wants a night off patrol? Puppy Eyes.
Roy wants to buy more gadgets? Puppy Eyes.
Tim wants the family pack of marshmallows -for himself-? Puppy Eyes.
Damian needs help smuggling a new pet? Puppy Eyes.
Cass wants “just one more book please?” You know it… Puppy Eyes.
Prompts ~ 34. “The way you flirt is shameful.” 167. “I could kiss you right now!” 173. “Kiss me.”
Extra ~ Older! Damian Wayne x Reader
You rolled your eyes as you watched Damian flirt with yet another girl who was only interested in his wealth. Damian was your best friend, you were the only person he tolerated when you were both younger which lead to a friendship. You had to admit Damian had gotten more attractive over the years, damn did puberty do him good.
But you weren’t the only who noticed his attractiveness, it seemed that every single girl had flocked to him, like he was a magnet of some sorts. You remembered that no girl would even look at his direction but now they were all falling at his feet. Of course Damian being himself, he enjoyed all the attention and wasn’t hesitant to flirt back. But you on the other hand did not enjoy his flirtatious behavior especially since you had a crush on him.
Damian began to walk toward your direction, probably tired of talking to the poor girl. “The way you flirt is shameful.” You said as he stood next to your locker.
“You don’t seem to mind it.”” He retorted with a shit eating smirk, “We do not flirt.” You sated as you shut your locker. He quickly scooped up your textbooks from your hands, he might be rude but you were still his best friend and he wouldn’t hesitate to help you.
“Oh god, I forgot we had algebra homework.” You groaned once the realization hit you, it was your second period class and you couldn’t possibly do it all in first period.
“We can skip and I’ll help you do it.” Damian proposed, you looked up at him with wide eyes, “Oh my god I could kiss you right now! You’re amazing!” You squealed gratefully, you quickly grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the library, you weren’t the best when it came to algebra but Damian excelled at it, like he does with everything. Damian blushed as you held his hand all the way to the library, everyone already thought you two were dating and it didn’t help that Damian had a huge crush on you.
He had been crushing you since the day you befriended him, he wasn’t the best at showing emotions nonetheless revealing them. So he had hid them from you and decided to flirt with other girls, he knew it was wrong but he couldn’t risk losing you so he settled for you taking the title of his best friend. But damn did he want you to be more than that.
“Damian are you even paying attention?” You asked, Damian eyes widened once he noticed that you were both in the back of the library already, he had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice.
“Pardon, let’s get started.” He helped you with problems you didn’t understand and corrected your mistakes, but every time you looked at him he forgot what he was showing you, the way you looked at him with a confused expression melted his heart.
“Kiss me.” Damian said as you were midway through asking him a question, “and- what?” You looked up at him startled, he looked determined but his eyes screamed for an answer. “Damian I-”
“You don’t feel the same way?” You looked up at your best friend, the guy who you’ve known for a well portion of your life, the guy you liked. You closed the small gap between the two of you, not caring about your homework or how this could potentially lead to heartbreak. This could be the start of something great, the next chapter of your life, the beginning of a relationship, a-
“Both of you to the office, now.” You pulled back quickly, your eyes widening as you looked up at the angry librarian, well all good things come to an end at some point.
Shaky steps and bad teaching - Bruce Wayne x Reader
8. “Come over here— oh crap no don’t fall— why does this always happen ?”
OH MY GOD YES THIS IS TOO CUTE !! , I really hopeyou’ll like it, (and for once, I’m not going to say it’s “meh”, even though I think it’s VERY “MEH”…Wait…oh damn…Ok, once again, I feel like I didn’t do justice to this awesome prompt…I’m sorry if you’re disappointed, really :/, I shouldn’t write when tired lalalalalala and I’m also sorry for being sorry and always so weirdly insecure, dudes, I have problems haha) oh, and my writing adore you :
Sometimes, Bruce had to pinch himself to make sure everything was real. To make sure he wasn’t just having a really good dream.
He never thought, with the life he decided to lead, he would have all of this. After his parents’ death, it never even crossed his mind that he could be that happy ever again, that he could have a family again. And yet…
Yet you entered his life. Right at the moment Dick did too. At the right time in his life, when he was in the deepest darkest pit he ever been in…You got him out of it, with your smiles and your “I’m not taking any of your shit, stop complaining and be strong dude” persona…and you made him realized that all he was craving for was love, and a family. He begun to hope for a better future when you came in, when Dick became his son, and when he understood how much Alfred meant to him, when he finally saw him for what he really was : his second father.
Jason quickly followed your arrival, and he called him “son” too, naturally.
Tim joined you all a bit later, his favorite little nerd. Three children. He couldn’t believe it.
Then Damian, even if at the beginning it was difficult, the boy came around, and thanks to you changed drastically, making the same realization his father had years earlier : all he wanted was a family, and to be loved.
And finally, a little bit less than a year ago…Thomas was born. It was your idea to name him after Bruce’s father, and he almost cried when you suggested it to him…That kid was the one he least expected to be part of his life. Passed forty years old now, he just never imagined it could happen, and he kinda gave up a long time ago the idea of raising a child from birth. He never felt the need to either, he already had his boys, they were definitely sufficient. He loved them…Besides, you tried to have a child together, but you never got pregnant. “Sterile”, that’s what the doctors called you. And it was ok, you already had four wonderful boys…Until one day, a miracle happened. Thomas. A child that shouldn’t be born, and yet here he was in his arms right now.
Prompt: 27. “Is that a threat?” 28. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Summary: A night out turns sour. Word Count: 600
“I’ll be right back, beloved,” Damian informed you as you took another drink. You acknowledged him with a smile and a nod as you swallowed.
“Alright, I’ll be right here,” you answered with a sly grin. You were starting to feel a buzz setting in. You watched him turn a disdainful look towards the crowd of dancers. He made his way through the club towards what you could only assume was the restroom.
Despite his hatred for the loud club scene, Damian agreed to join you for some dancing. You knew that he secretly only wanted to ensure that no one bothered you while you drank. He did his best to enjoy a night out with you instead of focusing on potential threats. It was a good way to get him to relax, especially once the two of you started dancing and moving with the music.
“Hey there sweet thing,” a gruff sounding man called from your left. You tried to simply ignore him, as if he hadn’t spoken to you. You raised the glass to your lips and enjoyed the warmth of the alcohol. You leaned forward on the bar, pretending to be in your own world.
“I said hello there, hot stuff,” he continued, claiming the empty bar stool beside you.
“Hello,” you replied politely, but shortly. You wanted to be clear that you weren’t interested in his advances.
“What’s a pretty think like you doin’ alone in a club?” he asked as a bartender approached. You frowned as he ordered a beer for himself and “somethin’ fruity for the babe” with a chuckle.
“No, thank you,” you stopped the bartender before he could start mixing a drink. “I don’t want another drink,” you told him.
“Come on, sweet cheeks, I’m payin’, what’s the harm?” he grinned and you felt your skin crawl.
“I said no,” you answered firmly. You turned back to the bartender with a frustrated frown. The jerk didn’t take your not-so-subtle hint. He grabbed you by your upper arm and jerked your body to face him directly. You attempted to pull away in disgust, but his grip was firm.
“Hey! Let go of her!” you heard Damian’s furious voice boom through the club. You never felt a greater sense of relief than when you saw his tall form break through the barrier of people.
“Look pal, the lady and I were just talkin’,” he tried to brush it off, raising his hands in an innocent gesture.
“Like hell!” Damian roared, his eyes were nearly black with his anger. “If you so much as think about touching her again, I’ll break every bone in your body,” he sneered. “Pal,” he added with disdain. You couldn’t ignore the fact that Damian was intimidating whenever he wanted to be. It was really rather sexy, if you were being honest.
“Is that a threat?” the man stood, squaring up with Damian. He realized then that Damian was a solid 6 inches taller than he was.
“It’s a promise,” he replied menacingly. The man’s eyes darted around Damian’s frame and met your gaze again. “Hey, keep your eyes on me, asshole,” Damian shoved him roughly. He took the hint then, realizing that Damian was much stronger than he looked. The man turned tail and disappeared into the crowd. Damian took a deep calming breath before turning back to face you.
“Are you alright, beloved?” he asked with the familiar tenderness in his voice you had grown used to. You curled your arms around his waist and smiled up at him.
“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.
Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.
“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.”
He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him.
“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”
“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch. Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer.
“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”
Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines.
“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”
“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see.
“You know he didn’t.”
Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”
“How would that go?”
“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.
“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.
“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”
“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”
“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”
“High school? Maybe never.”
“That can’t be right.”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”
Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”
Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”
“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”
Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”
Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”
“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”
“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.
“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”
“Wait wait wait….” Tim mumbled in disbelief. Jason’s eyes were almost out of his head, Damian covered his eyes, and Dick almost fainted.
You sheepishly smiled at your sons all while Bruce tried his damnest not to laugh out loud.
“……you were a Victoria Secret model?!” He finally yelled out after some silence. You shrugged a bit, going red in the face. You hoped that this day would never come. But alas…..God must forsake you with now.
“I was 18 and it was way before I met your father,” you shyly defended yourself.
“No, I don’t think you understand,” Dick said, quickly. “You were a Victoria Secret Model!!!! Victoria Secret!! Do you have any idea how much jerking material you provided my co-workers back then?!”
“Damian didn’t even know it was you!” Tim added on. Bruce snorted loudly while you gasped. Damian looked at him with a red face and an angry glare.
“What the hell, Drake?!”
“It’s out there, Damian,” Tim retaliated with his hands up. “Everything’s out in the open now, no use hiding it!”
“Okay,” Bruce spoke up, commanding the attention. “Look, I happened a long time ago, okay? So let’s not let it get to us,”
“But dad,” Jason said, slowly. “…..you don’t understand……do you know how many times Roy told me he wacked one from moms old pictures?”
“OOOOOOHHH!!” all three brothers, including Bruce, winced.
You buried your face in your hand, vowing to burn all remaining photos you could find.
A/N: short I know sorry, I have exams soon
But I hope you thought it was funny! And I hope you liked it!