Near Death Experience (Damian Wayne X BigSis!Reader)
Request: Damian Wayne needs more love! Can you do a thing where he’s angry, and he’s yelling out on everyone and throwing a rampage because they lost a villain , until big sister reader comes in. All she needs to do is wraps her arms around him and he immediately stops and is almost calm now. So then he just grumbles and hugs her sister back and everyone else is like tHANK YOU HE WAS GOING TO KILL US. I’d find that kinda funny! Anyways I hope you have a good day! Thank you.
A/N: Thank you v much! I hope you have a good day, too :)
Your family was… bizarre. Not “everyone eats bugs” or “nobody showers” kind of bizarre but rather “our father trained us to fight crime in skin-tight suits” bizarre. However, you were always the odd-one-out in the family in that you were completely normal by society’s standards - you refused to join the “family business” and opted to be the most physically inept one out of all your siblings.
Eventually, alongside being the same age as Dick and thus the elder sister of the family, you became the bit of normalcy they subconsciously needed in their everyday lives. You were the one who helped Dick fight off unwanted female attention when you were still in school; the one who young Jason ran to whenever everything became a little too overwhelming; the role model Tim looked up to in terms of managing Wayne Enterprises; and the big sister that showered Damian with love and affection that made him feel like a normal kid and not a trained assassin with no social awareness. Bruce loved you and never forced you to join in on the vigilante business since he valued your ability to distract guests during galas whenever he and the boys needed to make a quick escape from the crowd.
Whilst you couldn’t wish for a better life than yours, it did come with some, nay, many issues. One of them being waking up to the sound of a very violent ruckus coming from downstairs.
Sparing a glance at the clock sitting on your bedside table, you groaned as you rolled out of bed. It was 3am. With a calmness that contrasted whatever was going on in the living room, you slowly made your way out of your room and down the stairs. Eventually, having arrived to the scene of the commotion, you silently observed from the side, curious as to what your beloved family was up to now.
“DRAKE, HOW COULD YOU LET HIM GO YOU WORM?” Damian yelled, brandishing a batarang at Tim’s masked face, through which you could tell he was pretty scared.
“Damian-” Dick started, holding his hands up in front of him as he attempted to approach his youngest brother, also looking rather afraid of what could ensue.
“SHUT UP, GRAYSON.” Damian cut him off, flinging the batarang in his direction where it’d missed and lodged itself into the grandfather clock quite a distance behind Dick. You could tell he’d intended to miss, Damian wasn’t one to hurt his own family, no matter how angry he could be.
At that point, only Jason’d noticed that you were there, in your PJs, arms crossed and eyes almost entirely shut from exhaustion. He didn’t involve himself in the argument, deciding that he didn’t want to add any more fuel to the hellfire that was Damian’s rage. Though, you could sense he was staring to get a bit antsy at the sheer anger Damian was expressing, especially since within a minute he’d managed to get five more batarangs embedded into the mansion’s walls.
Soon, Damian’s rants became incoherent as he started to get violent, flipping over furniture as both Dick and Tim tried their best to stop him. It was then you decided to step in, not wanting destroyed furniture to be the scene that greeted both Bruce from his business meeting in Europe and Alfred from his short trip visiting some old friends. You shuffled up to Damian, brushing past a panicking Dick and speechless Tim before stepping in front of Damian.
Without a word, you took the antique vase that he was preparing to fling across the room and placed it on the coffee table which he had miraculously not destroyed yet. You then knelt down before wrapping your arms gently around him. Almost instantly, his tensed body relaxed. Damian rested his chin on your shoulder as he breathed in the smell of your shampoo; a scent that he naturally associated with love. You smiled as he grumbled nothing in particular before returning the embrace; even when he was being hugged by his sister he tried to keep up the tough boy act but it didn’t work on you because you knew deep inside he was the sweetest boy you’d ever met.
Silence fell across the room as the boys watched the interaction, all equally shocked at how simple yet effective your method to calming Damian down was.
“I literally thought he was going to kill all of us,” Dick said, breaking the silence.
“Same.” Tim and Jason replied.