Hi everybody! Merry Christmas! Here’s the older!Damian oneshot, as promised - but no picture this time, because I didn’t want to steal anyone’s artwork. Enjoy!
AU where older!Damian (17 or so) is the leader of the YJ team as Robin. Note: Not at all medically accurate; this is not how concussions work and u should go to the hospital if you find yourself with one.
Your head was buzzing, but the ice-pack you held against it was infinitely soothing. And with each member of the team who came through the Zeta tubes, another weight lifted off your chest. You took a breath and lifted your feet onto the bench. This mission hadn’t been a total failure, but any mission that ended with getting chased by angry hyenas couldn’t exactly count as a complete success, either.
The Zeta buzzed again, but you didn’t need the readout of his designation to know it was Damian.
“Where is she?” There was no break in his stride, even as he materialized into the Watchtower from the Gotham docks where you’d all run afoul of Harley Quinn’s pets.
Lazily, you lifted a hand. “I’m here, Robin.” Groaning, you got to your feet and swayed a little.
Quickly, Damian crossed the room to you, and cupped your face in both hands. “Are you hurt, my love?” His eyes, bright with worry, scanned over your face.
You smiled sleepily, and reached a hand up to touch his cheek. “I’m good, Dami. It was my fault.”
He clicked his tongue. “What was? Are you hurt?” He ran his thumbs over your cheekbones, and you let a lazy smile bloom over your face.
“I…might’ve gotten knocked on the head? I think.” You nodded, jarring your aching eyes. “Yeah, I fell just before we got to the booth, remember?”
He stepped back, ears going pink. Uh-oh. There was no surer way to tell if he was upset than looking at his ears. Pink was definitely not a good sign. Hastily, you stood and put one hand on his shoulder.
“Dami, I’m okay,” you insisted. The world swam around you. You steadied yourself against him and found his face again. “Seriously. I just have to sleep it off, and besides, isn’t this what I signed up for?”
His nostrils flared, and he huffed, arms crossed over his chest. “It still isn’t -”
“And didn’t we win? We got the bad guys!”
“Some of them,” he muttered. Gingerly, be brushed his fingers over the goose-egg on your forehead. You hissed and pulled away; a wave of dizziness threatened to topple you to the floor.
“I gotta sleep,” you mumbled. “Help me out, babe?”
The lines of his face softened, transforming his stern, ‘I-am-the-fearless-son-of-batman-” face to the face of your sweet, caring boyfriend. He dipped his head. “Of course, my love. Let’s get you to med bay.”
A few days of rest and a lot of ice cream later, you stood in the briefing room once again, watching with pride as Damian paced back and forth, explaining this new mission. His back was straight, his expression calm and commanding, even with his eye mask on. You bit your lip to keep from smiling like an idiot. God, you loved this boy so much.
So much, in fact, that you weren’t even listening. Which, if he knew, he’d totally kick your ass for. Your ears caught a shred of sound that followed your name, and you forced yourself to listen closer.
“ - will stay behind and monitor from the Watchtower.”
His gaze flicked over the assembled team, searching faces. “Any questions?”
Believe it, buddy, you thought venomously. But you’d wait - it wasn’t fair to cause a scene in front of everyone. The rest of the team stayed silent.
Damian nodded, short and sharp. “Good. Dismissed. We leave immediately.”
As everyone filed forward to the Zeta tube, you caught Damian by the arm. “Dami, what the hell?” you hissed. “Is this about my concussion? I’m fine -”
“It’s not about that, Y/N,” he said curtly, and pulled his arm away. “I can’t see you get hurt again.”
“How do you think I feel?” You stomped one foot. “I’m part of this team, Damian. You can’t just forbid me from -”
“Can’t I?” He arched one eyebrow. “Am I not the leader of this team? I’ve given you an order, Y/N. Follow it.” He turned to go, then stopped and considered you, spitting speechless fury. He leaned forward and pressed a tiny kiss on your forehead. “Goodbye, my love.”
Always one for dramatic exits, he stepped into the Zeta beam with a flash of light, leaving you alone and infuriated on the deck of the Watchtower. You stepped into the beam after him, but it faded to nothing, even when you yelled out your designation and stomped your foot. Dammit. He’d locked it somehow. “You arrogant pig!” you screamed after him. A stream of blistering curses followed; you didn’t realize you’d been so loud until Captain Marvel cleared his throat behind you, looking both scandalized and embarrassed.
“Sorry, Billy,” you sighed. “I just really hate being left behind.”
“Me too,” he said sympathetically. He was in his adult ‘captain marvel’ form, but you couldn’t see him as anything but a kid. His mannerisms, the way he spoke - they were too young for the body he wore.
“Hey,” he said, “I can help you monitor if you want. Red Tornado and I team up for it sometimes. I make pretty good popcorn.”
Your first instinct, of course, was to say no - to continue nursing your anger, to give the son of a bitch you called your boyfriend a sound thrashing when he came home. But Billy was so open and friendly - and technically, you had been ordered to monitor the team and alert them to any dangers they couldn’t see over comms.
You sighed. “Sure, Billy. As long as there’s popcorn.”
You hadn’t really believed, when you’d first come to live here, that something you couldn’t even see from the ground could be so big. In just the Team’s section, there was the briefing room, a training arena, showers, dormitories (usually fairly empty) and a library. Even though, by now, you’d seen almost all of it, the library was still your favorite.
Whoever had designed it had taken it for granted that people who came there would want to read comfortably, and so every surface not covered with books was littered with soft chairs - even the radiation-treated window that looked onto the Earth below. And there you sat, today, with your knees up to your chest and no book in your hand. Your throat stung, and you didn’t look away from the view of the moon when Damian sat down beside you. You couldn’t be certain, of course, but you had a sneaking suspicion his father had sent him in here.
“You better be here to apologize,” you muttered, and crossed your arms tight over your chest.
He’d come into the room with his head ducked and shoulders slumping - but now he straightened, mouth pressing into a thin line. “I should apologize for keeping you safe?” he snapped.
Your lips twitched, and a growl rumbled in your throat. “Watch it.”
He huffed out a sigh and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Alright, fine. Yes. I’m here to apologize.”
“And?” You raised one eyebrow, arms still crossed.
“And…” he ground out the words like it was painful to say them. “And it was wrong of me to leave you behind without consulting you first. I am sorry.”
Your heart softened, but you didn’t let it show. “Promise to never do it again?”
His eyes flashed, and he sprang forward. “I - fine. I promise.”
You weren’t exactly done being mad yet, but you relaxed a little. Went from ‘hell hath no fury’ to ‘grumpy cat.’ You turned in your seat and faced him.
“Damian, I love you,” you said, and reached out one hand to his.
The corner of his lip twitched; he slumped forward in his seat. “I know. I love you too.”
“If it scared you that much to see me in the field, I would’ve waited.” Your voice came out much softer than you’d intended - there was supposed to be reproach in that statement, but there was none.
He looked up and met your eyes. “You…you would’ve…”
“Waited,” you said firmly. “All you had to do was ask, dummy. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I hate being told what to do.”
He snorted. “Yes, I had noticed that.”
You stood up and moved across to sit beside him, and leaned on his shoulder. “Fight over?” you asked.
He smiled crookedly and wrapped one arm around you. “What fight?”
There were probably a thousand ways that you could’ve been interrupted right then. But none of them happened, and you sat in comfortable silence with him, watching the moon rise over the earth.