Prompt: You were a
dancer in the studio and Liam stands and watches
You were in dance
practice. To everyone you were a shy girl, but in the studio you were yourself.
Liam walked by with Mason, They were talking about a few things when Liam heard
a really amazing song. You kept the door open and was dancing in the studio
Liam stood at the
door and watching only you.
“She’s so beautiful”
He whispered to Mason. You were a werewolf so you could hear him. You smirk and
turn up the heat a bit. Your teacher signalled the two boys to come in a watch. They came staggering in and stood at the mirrors.
After dance was over.
You walked over to Liam. You were covered in sweat but he found it even more
sexier. “Do you really think I’m so beautiful?” You ask smirking. His mouth
flew open and you winked at him before leaving him to get you’re stuff and
almost dashing out the door.
“Hey, what your-” He
called across the studio.
You cut him off by
placing you’re lips on his, he was slightly surprised but kissed back almost
immediately. You pulled out of the kiss and licked your swollen lips. “Y/N” You
giggled and walked out the door.
“definitely so glad
to meet you” He spoke. You were out the door and could still hear him. He knew
you could hear him.
Requested: Yes Request:
Can i request a Damian imagine where you announce you engagement, & you used to be a dancer at Jokers club (his fav dancer/Dami doesn’t know) but ran away once things got to deadly, so joker comes and kidnaps you but Damian saves you?
Summary: years after leaving the life of being Jokers dancer behind, it comes back to haunt you. Word count:
You had left that life long behind, being Jokers lil dancer was behind you and you didn’t want anything to do with it anymore. You were just about in the best years of your life, everything was going well.
You had met Damian a short time after running away from the Jokers grasp, and here you were, a few years later engaged to the man of your dreams. You had just made the public announcement about your recent engagement, and you were on top of the world.
But the thing about being high is the fact that you have to fall at some point. You never told Damian about that part of your past. When you found out that he was Robin, you really wanted to, but in the fear of being hated you refrained yourself from doing so.
You had just come out of a bar, you had been out drinking with friends. The cold air a harsh contrast to you hot skin, being mildly intoxicated, it felt great. You were walking home alone, even though Damian, being the loving boyfriend he is, offered to come get you multiple times. You didn’t see the point in dragging him out because your place was only a 20 minute walk away, perfect time to process all the alcohol you had consumed.
About five minutes in you noticed that there was someone following you, they weren’t being subtle about it. As you started to walk faster so did they, you were cursing yourself for not taking up on Damian’s offer. You were walking by a dark alley, before you could completely walk by you heard an obnoxious female voice, “Oh look what the cat dragged out of the tree, Puddin,” She smiled, before a loud echo of her wooden bat hitting the side of your head sounded through the dim street.
You awoke with a ringing in your ears and a headache worse then anything you had prior experienced. Your hands were handcuffed around a pole. Looking around you recognized this as Jokers old club, the same one you used to work at, the same one that soon closed after you left because of…..let’s just say legal issues.
“What the hell,” You mumble, leaning your head against the cold metal of the pole. A loud laughter echoes, causing you to perk up and look around the room once more. In the far corner of the room there is a faint light with what you presume to be Jokers big frame casting a shadow on the floor. “Ohh kitten, did you really think you’ll ever get away?” He purrs, coming to you and crouching down. When you refuse to say anything, he lifts you up by your shoulders, your frame tiny next to his intimidatingly tall and wide one.
Harley joins him, standing next to him but just far enough, that with her bat drawn she could smash your skull in when you say something unpreferable, or don’t respond at all. “Did my Little Dancer think she could run away and hook up with a Wayne,” He chuckles, You raise your head just enough to look at him, sending a wad of spit into his face.
As Harley gets ready to take a swing at you, a loud familiar voice pierces through the place, “Don’t you dare touch her!” who you thought to be Damian yells, swinging in with Batman. The bottom of his feet make hard contact with Quinns back, sending her falling forward rendering her unconscious, the bat falling down on the concrete floor and rolling away slightly.
Joker loudly laughs, dropping you back to the ground, not touching you like ordered, before attempting to escape. Damian runs to you, breaking the handcuffs while Batman goes after the Joker. “I’m so sorry, I never meant for this to happen,” You tell him in a daze. “What did he mean by ‘His little dancer’?” He questions, not paying any mind to your apologies. “I used to Dance in this very club, about seven months before I met you,” I attempt to explain. “Why did you quit?” He asks while cuffing Harley so the police could get her later.
Your eyes went wide and filled with tears, a soft sob escaping. “He started killing people every night, made me watch. Crime was never my thing, I didn’t wish to be a part of it. But no one ever leaves the services of Joker alive, usually.” I tell him, his face in thought.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, a hint of sadness in his voice. “I was afraid.”
“Of you hating me, not wanting to be with me anymore. I felt like if I don’t talk about it, it’ll go away.”
“I could have protected you.” He says, picking you up bridal style, taking you to the batmobile.
“I know that now,” I sigh sadly.
“I don’t hate you, but I will protect you better now, Beloved, I don’t want him to ever catch you again.” He promises, making your heart flutter with warmth. The comfort of knowing that someone is looking out for you feels like home, doesn’t it.
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