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Taking batfam requests rn (on my hands and knees please ask me for something please)

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my car? parked. my phone? dropped. sleeping? on the floor. your dreams? abt me. thanks for asking!!!

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WELL YES!

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Little Talks -- Ellie Williams x reader part 1

Prologue Summary: you run away from the seraphites for your safety. Now you adjust to life in Jackson as Ellie helps you find your individuality. You struggle with the adverse change from growing up on the island to living in Jackson.  Reader struggles hella with social cues. Kinda slow burn?

Jackson was overwhelming to say the least. I wasn't aware that people had so much individuality. Tommy finished giving me a tour of the most important places in Jackson. Up until this moment I didn't realize how many decisions I was going to have to make. I eat whatever, whenever? I felt especially alienated since it didn't look like anyone else here shared my struggles. Tommy has responsibilities he has to fulfil, but what was I to do with myself? 

Read comics, make friends, be a kid. Once you've got some meat on those bones we can help you get stronger, then you can help out around here. 

Be a kid. 

What does that even mean? With all of my choices, the most I could bring myself to do was change my clothes and shower. I looked into the mirror– my reflection wasn't something I got to see often. Showers were also a strange concept. So was everything here, from the houses to the people I couldn't figure it out. I observed the scar that crossed my cheek. Scars. A word I didn't like. I thought back to the stares I faced while touring Jackson which were probably directed at my gnarled face. My head turned to the door after hearing a soft knock, so gentle I assumed it was Maria. She made me feel the safest, she reminded me of my own mother. I opened the door and was met with her soft eyes.

“We're having dinner soon, we’d love for you to join us at the table. Joel will be there with a friend of his that's your age. You remember Joel right?” 

I remembered his axe inches from my nose as I cowered against a tree, and how humanity came back to his eyes as he saw the fear in mine. I nodded, following Maria down to the dining area. Joel entered with a young brunette, they smiled at me as I sat from the dining table. I suddenly became very aware of what was on my cheek as I noticed the girl's eyes instantly wonder to it. I think she noticed my shoulders tense as her demeanor changed to cheery. 

She stuck her hand out to mine, “I’m Ellie, what's your name?”

I returned my hand to hers. “Y/N” 

“Welcome to Jackson, Y/N”, she smiled before grabbing something from her bag. 

“A welcome present, don't mind that I had to rip out a few pages but it's still completely usable.”

She passed me a notebook. It was plain, beaten, and dirty. But it made me feel like a kid now that I had something that another kid gave me. I smiled at her kind gift. 

“Thank you. I will cherish this.” Right as the words exited my mouth I knew I came on too strong. 

Ellie's mouth held back a laugh, but she concealed it with a smile. Luckily a bowl of warm soup interrupted my embarrassment. Over dinner I couldn't help but admire this girl's spirit, she had nothing holding her back. Her hair was even short, I had never seen a girl with hair that short unless it was a much younger child. 

Life in Jackson took a lot of getting used to, but at least someone was willing to talk to me. 

I had been deep in my writing when a hand placed on top of my paper interrupted my focus, causing me to glance up. My journal was filled with drawings, mostly of my loved ones that I haven't gotten to see since I left as a way to remember them. It's also filled up with detailed descriptions of the people I met, the new experiences, and the things I missed. As I looked up, a smile spread across my face, meeting the eyes of my one of a kind, Ellie. "Hi," I greeted Ellie with a smile, and she returned it with one of her own.

For the first year or so most of the kids in Jackson were mortified of me, but Ellie always made a point to talk to me. Maybe she was obligated to talk to me by Joel, but regardless I appreciated every part of her. Ellie was a key part in me opening up to the other people my age, sure, I was still off putting, but I could converse with those who tried me. 

“Tonight Dina’s having a bonfire to celebrate her birthday. She wanted me to let you know you're invited.” 

My heart beat doubled, I didn't think Dina liked me very much. 

I had gotten dressed for the fire, wearing extra layers since this fall had been unforgivingly cold after dark. A new part of my daily routine was my mirror. I hovered a finger over the scar that crossed my cheek, and took in how I looked without it. A friendly girl from Jackson was the person I had made up to compare who I was to who I could be. When I moved my finger away I frowned as the scared, angry, shy serephite refuge stared back at me. 

On my walk to Dina’s every insecurity walked with me. Luckily it was a party, and the idea of hiding in a corner was my only comfort. Did Dina invite me to make fun of me? Why would she want me there? I arrived purposely late, hoping I’d miss an awkward introduction. 

Dina’s backyard was the reverse of my expectations. 

I told you she was coming! Ellie finished saying as I made it closer to the group. The small group of like five people. Not a party. 

“Sorry I’m late, did I miss everyone?” 

“Miss who? I only wanted to invite my close circle. Come sit” Dinas voice was warm like the fire, but what did she mean?

Her close circle? Why was I here then? I sat between Dina and Ellie. 

“Happy birthday. Here.” I attempted to cover up my misunderstanding with the gift I prepared. 

After I found out about the bonfire I rushed to find a suitable present, since Tommy said it would be rude to show up empty handed. Embroidery was a hobby I had taken up in Jackson, so I finished a flower I had started days ago. 

“I could sew it into your backpack or anything you’d like.” My shaky fingers presented my gift to her. 

The rest of the night was actually fun. Dina loved my gift, at least she acted like it, and I didn’t feel like a total outcast. Jesse brought out his surprise present, a bottle of white liquor. 

It'll keep us warmer than the fire! He explained. 

The other two faces I didn't know well left early, but they were there way before I was. My favorite part of the night was when Ellie brought out her guitar. Her strumming was mesmerizing. Her occasional glances gave me butterflies, and everytime she spoke I fell deeper into her. The stand of hair that covered her face upset me, I sat on my hands to keep myself from tucking the strand behind her ear. I wanted everything to do with her, but I’m not sure why. 

“Let me walk you home?” Her voice, oh, her voice. It was late, I had a few drinks as did she, Ellie probably just wanted to ensure I got home safely. Tommy probably put her up to it. Regardless, I accepted it easily. 

“You seem like you enjoyed yourself tonight.” Ellie spoke as the journey home began. 

“I didn’t realize I was in Dina’s close circle. I’m glad though. It was really nice hanging with you guys.” 

“You should hangout with us more often,” Ellie smirked, “I don’t know why you don't, Dina and Jesse think you're cool. Plus I really had fun with you.” 

I bit back a smile, trying to play it cool like Dina and Jesse apparently think I am. 

“The feeling is mutual.” Was all I could bring myself to say. I didn't want to come off too strong, but now I had a new fear of not being strong enough. 

We approached my home, and as Ellie bid goodbye, I decided to be stronger than words by pulling her into a close hug. My own gesture of appreciation made my heart race as she returned the hug. I could tell I took her by surprise. 

“Night Ellie, get home safe”

Part 2

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Little Talks- Ellie Williams x reader Prologue

Summary : y/n had run off from her home for her safety, which led her to run into the Miller brothers who decided she was trustworthy enough to come back with them. Plus they were straight curious about your situation. Reader is a scar btw. I started this awhile ago and posted it on ao3 when I came up with the plot. I forgot what that plot is some I’m posting what I had and I’ll try to remember from there ?

Looking into the eyes of the demons before me led me to a chilling certainty I’d never felt before. Was this sick, demonic body still someone’s home? Was there a soul left to mourn beneath the surface of its decaying flesh? One day would my flesh decay the same?

A deafening wail echoed from the demon before me as it collapsed. I felt an immense sense of relief, finally being yanked out of the relentless state of mind that followed me the second I left home. A gnarled hand extended towards me, revealing the face of an older man. His eyes scanned my face, and upon observation he stuck out his weapon threateningly, the sharp edge of his axe hovering just inches from my nose. Yet, in the midst of the fear, I couldn't help but notice the humanity left in his eyes, as if he reluctantly clung to the weapon, but burdened by its presence.

He stared at me longer, persisting his unwilling stance. I couldn’t help but let a tear fall from my eye, but that worked in my favor. The ruffed man surrendered the axe to his belt, mumbling how I was just a kid.

“Get up.”

His voice was a harsh echo of the other outsiders—gruff, authoritative, the kind that commands fields and flocks. I scrambled to my feet, urgency surging through me despite the throbbing pains throughout my body. With my heart hammering against my ribs, I whirled around to bolt in the opposite direction, until the man yelled again.

"M' not gonna hurt you. What're you doing all the way over here? I ain't seen your people out here before."

Truthfully, I didn't know where I was, or how far I had fled. Fear had been the only thing guiding me after I ran off. I wasn't sure what to say. Could I trust him? Was he still going to kill me?

"It's just me here," I stuttered, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

"Alone? Ya got any clue what's how many more of those things flood these forests?" he shot back, his voice laced with anger.

I gave him a blank stare, as most of me was still frozen in fear.

The man continued to fill the silence “I’m here with my crew to handle it, but that ain’t gone be all that easy…” he observed me, his eyes moving up and down.

“..:Forget it.” He sighed before turning the other way.

That was my first encounter with that man. My second one came soon enough when I realized what he was talking about. Demons had come to be everywhere, and I was not equipped to fight them. Injuries scattered all over me, so I resorted to taking cover. Unfortunately, it’s never that easy. I happened to pick the most rickety building I could’ve chosen. So when I finally found the perfect spot to rest, the floor beneath me gave out. Various wooden planks stabbed, hit, and bruised me.

After what felt like forever, he came back with a woman named Maria, and it turns out the man was her husband, Tommy. They mentioned having a nearby town they wanted to take me to. I agreed knowing if they wanted to kill me it wouldn’t matter, because I was already going to die here.

It’s now been a long time since everything changed for the better for me.

Next part

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SOTR SPOILERS

“I drain the bottles of sleep syrup to escape reality, only to feel her gumdrops in my dreams”

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH SUZANNE ANSWER THE PHONE NOW I AM NOT OKAY

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I could fix her but I like her the way she is

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theres an unhinged little voice inside me that sometimes asks me to do difficult things like "make croissants" or, in this case, "illustrate some key shots from the Snow/Coin assassination scene"

Maybe I'm imagining it but Katniss has this deranged little smile as she's being hauled away that just 👌

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I’m a simple kind of girl

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"I don't have a type-"

oh apocalyptic father figures...

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Young love 3/3 (Damian Wayne x reader)

Requests!!

Damian struggles to cope with the anxiety of your situation as the rest of the Wayne family still cannot understand how their boy ran away with a girl.

-> part two

“So, you put her in ice, and that made the fire go out?”

Dick tried to understand. Bruce had told him this mission would be very dangerous, with possible brain washing and mind games involved, but he just saw two young people in a hotel room recovering from a traumatic event.

“Yes.”

“Her body needs to go to parasympathetic mode to stop the flames?”

“Because cold water exposure activates the vagus nerve which slows down her breathing and heart rate,”

Damian explained,

“It freezes your body so you physically can’t panic anymore. These flames all seem panic induced.”

Damian wanted to take you back to his house where they could keep eyes on you, and help you manage your powers. He couldn’t tell you that yet though. You were waiting in the hotel room while they talked in the hallway. You laid in bed weak, every time you close your eyes you could see through the perspectives of your dying flames, and it hurt.

“That seems like luck, Damian, Bruce is not very trusting of her right now, I doubt he’ll take her in.”

“It wasn’t luck!” Damian yelled.

That statement specifically pissed him off. It wasn’t luck, when he felt your hand on his face he could tell exactly how you felt, and exactly what you needed. That’s not luck.

“Whatever it was, good luck explaining yourself to Bruce, I’m getting a room next door. Let me know when you’re ready to go and what the plan is.”

Damian returned to the room and slammed the door. What now? Damian hadn’t thought of that. You had no life to return to, and he could help that. But is that weird? Is that necessary?

Damian had start to become a little self aware toward the “bias” towards you he has, and didn’t want to come off strong.

I’ll just give her some money and my number, and leave.

“(Your name)?”

You were asleep again, your life was living through the flames and there wasn’t enough energy for it all. You were weak and recovering. Damian looked at you for a moment, and looked off into nothing with a sad gaze.

I can’t leave her.

However, he snapped out of it, and quickly gathered up money for you prepared with a note. The Wayne boy couldn’t think of what to say, what wouldn’t be overwhelming, but decided on a simple

- Damian

Damian zipped his bag, and while he put it on he took a moment to stare at you finally at peace.

I want her to keep that peace

How could you do that without him?

What would that money even do?

Damian declined those thoughts and declared them irrational, and quickly turned and slipped out the door. He knocked on Dicks door,

“One second!” Dick called.

Damian waited.

Has she seen the money yet?

Damian worried you would think about when he said he wouldn’t leave you until this was over, would you hold that against him?

Damian huffed at his thoughts, and banged on the door again.

“I said I was coming!”

Damian pictured you, lost, looking for him.

Would she even know where she is?

He started to get angry with his brain for not shutting up about you.

Why should I even care? She burnt down my city and made me shoot my father. I should bring her to Arkham asylum.

You weren’t his problem, so he wished he’d stop worrying.

Dicks “second” was starting to feel like too many eternities with infinite worries about you, so Damian turned around. He just wanted to quiet his brain, he’d tell himself.

Damian started to run as fast as he could, unable to bare the thought of you being worried any longer. Not to mention what if you got scared and started a fire?

I never even told her what I did to fix this.

Damian ran faster, he nearly missed the door where you laid. He shakily tried to slide the key in, but missed a few times before getting it right. His chest was so tight.

And there you were, asleep.

He felt a little stupid, and it made him angry. No one’s made him feel like this, it would be dangerous to keep you around if he’d keep acting this way, he thought.

But then again, leaving you lost would be completely immoral, he thought.

Damian set his bag down and sighed. Why, for the first time ever, is his emotions getting in the way?

“(Your Name)?” He called.

Secretly, he enjoyed even the thought of your name. He was captivated by finally learning your name. Damian stood over your bed watching for you to wake, but you didn’t.

Damian felt solely devastated. Defeated.

His voice stuttered your name again.

Nothing.

Dick then entered the room with his bag packed, ready to go.

“Damian? Ready?” Dick knocked on the door while entering the room to find his younger brother on his knees, at a loss for words.

“Damian? Damian, what happened?” Dick rushed to your side.

Damian sat there sobbing, unable to look while Dick observed nearly every inch of your body. He paused his search and stared at your face. It was vaguely familiar.

“Damian, stay right here.”

Dick exited the room, and dashed to the hotel lobby, where his eyes instantly landed on his target.

“Kori! Don’t go!”

Kori turned from the front desk, where she had been checking out of her and Dicks room. Last night Dick was sure to mention his free time alone to her, so she obviously came.

Kori sped to Dick, worried.

“Please, follow me.”

Damian sat still, in shock. The past few days had been completely rushed, unplanned and unwarned. He was on auto pilot the whole week. Now he was just trying to process, process for any mistakes, any answers to this.

The door opened, and his eyes widened in confusion to see Kori running in.

“You’re right.” She said to Dick.

“She looks Tameranian.”

“That would explain the fires.” Dick said, looking into Damian’s eyes.

“Let me try to fix this.” Kori grabbed your forearm, so hers was adjacent to yours

Damian quickly stood up to watch, his jaw dropped.

What kind of miracle would that be?

He continued standing quietly, worriedly watching you. He tried not to get his hopes up either.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud blood curdling scream, he looked up at you.

You’re eyes, glowing green and wide. Cracks in your skin glowed like lava was underneath. The room was warm from the heat of you and kori’s powers, the heat created a wind softly blowing everyone’s hair.

Damian stared in awe at your beauty, even with death two seconds behind you your beauty was more radiant then ever.

Kori let go, and spoke a sentence to you in Tameranian, everyone watched intensely for your reply.

“It appears she has a rare disease that only Tameranians can develop, it causes uncontrollable outbursts of fire when (Your name) emotions are heightened.” Bruce told Damian, Kori, and Dick.

They ended up taking you to the manor to compare your blood to Kori’s and found the disease in the analysis. You were in and out of sleep most of the day, still very weak. Damian and used this time to really get to know you. He realize he could manage these feelings if he handled it right, and he did not want to mess up.

You learned a lot about Damian too, you guys would often compare sketches, or go out to find things to sketch together. You two were out one day sketching some stray cats that gathered in an alley to eat.

“Oh my gosh.. they’re so cute.” You reached your hand forwards to make peace with the animal. The kitty accepted your love fast. Without any noise coming from Damian you continued to pet the cat, neglecting your sketch. Your petting session was cut as the car walked away from you, your eyes followed the cat. The cat walked up to Damian and rubbed her cheek on his knee.

You started to giggle, all the cats in the alleyway were all over Damian, and he was completely engulfed in their affection. You never took him as the caring for an animal type, but it makes perfect sense now. You quickly reached for your pencil and paper, and began to sketch Damian playing with the kittens.

Who knew burning down the school could be the best things that’s ever happened to you?

You both returned to the manor after an hour, so Kori could help you with fighting and learning to control your powers. Today she wanted you to spar Damian, which was your first time sparring anyone other then her.

You two circled each other, then you lunged at him. When you missed you both giggled. Damian playfully shoved your shoulder,

“Is that all you got?”

You playfully shoved him back, but harder, which turned into a full on play fight. You both were snickering the entire time.

“How does it feel, Bruce?” Dick asked, keeping his eyes on you two.

“I don’t know what your referring too.”

“This entire time you think this sweet girl is kidnapped your son, but no, Damian ran away with a girl he’s obviously got feelings for.”

“I had every reason to believe what I believed.” Bruce confidently stated.

“Just admit it, you were blinded by your fatherly instincts.”

“The two are definitely going to go places together.” Kori smiled, looking at Dick. “They remind me of someone…”

Bruce sighed. “I fell in-love once when I was young too. I could tell all along it was just the young love seeping into Damian skull that made him leave. I just wanted to protect him from those feelings. They don’t end well for The Wayne’s.”

“Quit being a Debby downer.” Dick jokingly hit Bruce’s arm.

The three turned their attention back to you and Damian. Your eyes focused on each other. Smiling.

Okaaaayy I didn’t expect people to like this story so much!!! Thank you guys!!! And obviously nothing is ever really over so maybe if one of you guys have a good idea for book 2, I’ll be all over it. You guys would be suprised to hear this whole story came from trying to include Damian with some animals. I made a lot of it up as I went, suprised you guys liked it! Love you guys lots! I thrive off of comments, so pleaseeee tell me what you think!

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Intro + Master-list ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Hello! Welcome to my page! If you’re interested in : the hunger games, MCU, marvel comics, x-men, batfamily, the last of us, or the secret history, then I think we’d get along ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Requests = open!! I’m only writing for women now #selfdiscovery

Ellie Williams

Ex serephite reader trying to come to terms with her past, and she meets someone else who needs to do the same.

Little talks, prologue, p1, p2

Damian Wayne

Damian falls for a girl who accidentally set fire to the city. Could also be platonic besties if you wish

Young love 1/3, Young love 2/3 , Young love 3/3

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dick grayson is a siren who has bewitched me with his spell we've gotta burn him at the stake

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Young Love (Damian Wayne x reader) 2/3

Requests!!

Part 3 ->

Unable to believe his son would run away with a girl, he is hunting you down for the kidnapping of Damian Wayne.

You and Damian decided to head to the only untouched part of the city to find some food. Damian instructed you to put on his sweatshirt to cover up wit the hood, and gave you his sunglasses to further seal your identity. Damian was looking at the foods while your attention was to the left of the room by the back door. Somehow you could feel something coming, you turned to Damian, unsure what to say. You put a hand on his shoulder about to attempt to speak. You words were interrupted quickly by high pitched quick beeps, followed by a boom, and you fell to the ground.

When you got a chance to look up, you were being held at the collar by the Batman, before getting served multiple punches in the face. Then it happened, flames erupted in the grocery store.

“Damian, go!” Batman shouted.

That must be his name.

Batman threw you into the shelves so you would pass out before starting more flames. He cuffed you and turned around to face Damian, who was mid air to lounge at his father.

“Stop! Damian!” Bruce struggled between punches. “I’m here to take you away from her! I know she wanted you to get to me!”

“No, asshole! Not everything’s about you!” Damian kept swinging at him. “She’s not kidnapping me!”

“What?” Bruce shoved Damian into the ground, and stood up.

Damian slowly backed away from Bruce and towards you.

“That’s right, this isn’t about you, Batman. Great job destroying the only safe grocery store and untouched part of the city. We actually almost had it under control.”

He picked you up.

“Damian, put her down. She is dangerous.”

Damian raised his weapon at Batman, quickly blasting him in the leg so he wouldn’t follow you guys. He turned around and quickly ran out of the Grocery store.

Damian ran. He ran like it was him who was the enemy of Gotham right now. Eventually, he wasn’t in Gotham anymore. When he felt it was safe, he set you down, sat down beside you and kept his eyes on you. Trying to catch his breath, his heavy breaths turned into anxiety. It was mostly physical anxiety but all he could think was, Gotham is burning, and I’m here, with the enemy.

He shot the hero gotham needs right now, and he ran, like a coward. Your peaked open your eyes to see Damian distressed. Weak, you did what you could and lifted your cold hand up to his cheek, resting it there to show some form of solidarity with this near stranger you’ve spent most your week with.

It surprised him your hands weren’t firey hot, but freezing fucking cold. It was calming though, the blood rushed to his face was easing away. Physically his body calmed down. He looked into your eyes, almost curiously, and hesitated to put his hand on top of yours. Damian’s hearing focused on his slowing breath, he didn’t even notice yours. When he finally let his hand go, yours fell to to ground.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

“Hey!” He cursed himself for not asking for your name. “Wake up!”

“It’s time to wake up!” He repeated, more panicked.

He started poking you, poking turned to nudging, nudging turned to light hitting.

“Wake up! You bastard! I came all this way, wake up!”

All Damian’s wanted to do is help you, find a way to help ease all of this. He thought about your comfort to him,

That probably helped me more then I’ve helped her.

It was like your cold hand reset him. Cleared his mind. Then he realized, the brain releases norepinephrine during cold stress, which is shown to reduce depression and anxiety, and you’re fires started during moments for stress or anxiety.

Maybe he just needs to cool you down?

Damian needed a space to help you. He searched for the closest hotel and carried you into the bathtub, and turned the cold water on. He gently placed you in the cold water with a pile of towels next to him at hand, as he watched closely.

The water had hardly touched you as a weak flame grew next to Damian, he only took a second to observe it before bringing his attention back to you. A loud banging on the doors brought his attention back away.

“Damian! It’s Dick. Open the door.”

Fuck he cursed under his breath.

“Do I smell smoke? Damian what’s going on?”

Dick banged on the door again, more flames emerged each knock.

Damian quickly ran out of the bathroom, and dragged the bags of ice he bought on the way to the hotel with him to the bathroom.

“Damian! I know your in there with that girl. Open the door so no one gets hurt. I know you don’t want to hurt her.”

I don’t have time for this

Damian ripped open the ice bag one after another and poured them into the tub.

Come on, come on, come on.

Dick busted the door down, and ran inside toward the smoke. Damian grabbed a bag of ice and hid behind the door the sneakily strike his brother. Dick made his entrance and Damian swung him with the ice, and Dick fell unconscious. Damian then poured that last bag of ice in the tub. He watched carefully, but nothing happened.

She must be getting used to to temperature. It needs to shock her in order to make her body freeze what it’s doing.

He lifted your body out of the tub, and held you for a minute. Damian observed you closer then ever before. You were unconscious but not even your face wasn’t rested and he decided it was up to him to fix it. He dropped you back into the ice, you instantly sprung up and took many deep breaths in.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, you made it.”

Damian’s eyes watered as he quickly took you out of the water and held you in his arms as you were still weak. The hotel bathrooms flames were gone, he prayed the rest would be out too.

No one had ever cared like that before. How could a total stranger care more then anyone else has?

“What’s you’re name?” He asked, not wasting a second.

“(Your name).” You breathed out

“Hi (your name), I’m Damian.” He was panting as well. Both of you were exhausted and relieved.

“That’s Dick, my brother. He’ll wake up later.”

You looked into his gorgeous dark eyes, and he looked into yours.

The rest of the fires.

You quickly got up and looked outside, Damian followed.

“I think it looks alright out there.”

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Young Love part 1/3 (Damian Wayne)

Requests!! Part 2

This can be the the first day of what ever grade you’d like!

Damian marched into his honors chemistry class expecting to get into the biggest waste of his time. Immediately when the teacher started to speak he started fidgeting with the items prepared at each lab table. One careless bored move after the next, flames emerge. The sprinklers went off and students yelled as the flames spread.

Fuck fuck fuck

The fire was spreading fast, but Damian made it out the classroom, making sure everyone else left first. He frantically looked around for anyone in distress, and noticed the school was filled with smoke and there were more flames across the school.

There must be two fires then.

Regardless of not having his suit, Damian went into the flames to investigate. After going in and out to bring hurt students to safety, he searched the firey hallways. Nearly out of breath, he finally found a clue.

“What are you doing?” He shouted, expecting someone more criminal.

“Get away! Save yourself!” You sternly yelled, desperate to not hurt anyone in this incomprehensible accident.

Damian paused, slowly letting his arms down to see better. There you were, a teenage girl, flames coming cracks out of your face, tears streaming. Why did Damian’s heart hurt?

“Are you going to be okay if I did that?” He questioned.

“I.. I don’t know.”

“I’m staying,” He coughed. “I can help you, trust me.”

What the fuck is wrong with her?

“Everyone is out of the building but me. Trust me.” Damian reassured.

He looked down at his phone, Bruce sent him multiple worried messages, the last one being “on my way”. Damian sighed and put his phone away.

“We need to leave now, otherwise The Batman will think you did this on purpose or something.”

Your horrified eyes got wider. “Oh my god I’m a criminal.”

“No. Not if you get us out of here.” He coughed.

All the exits were blocked by fire, where could they escape? He stood behind you, impatiently waiting to get out of the building. You were unsure what to do, you had no control over the firey blasts coming from you. But for the first time, metaphorically and physically, someone was standing with you. You closed your eyes and focused on the blank void in your eyelids. Taking a deep breath and opening your eyes you shot your hand forward, letting a path through the fire slowly open.

“Just like that! Just a little more!” Damian shouted,

You yelled in pain, breaking more of the fire apart.

Damian gasped, looking over to you right as you fell unconscious. Without skipping a beat, he caught you and ran. He ran deep into the woods, trying to be sure no one could catch them. He looked behind him, the schools fire was spreading through Gotham. Setting you down, he moved the hair out of your face and stared with a judgmental look on his face. Then he put forward his hand to check your pulse. Still here. She’s the reason the city is on the verge of complete flames, yet he feels at complete peace sitting there in the woods with her.

You opened your eyes, finding yourself in a large dark room. In the corner was a figure sitting with his back turned at a desk. You stretched before setting your feet on the ground. You noticed the burn holes in your shoes, then pants, then sweatshirt. Then you remembered everything. You quickly looked up as there was a knock on the door.

“Damian! What’s going on?!” A deep voice yelled.

“Shit shit shit shit shit” whispered Damian. “We have to get out of here.”

“What?”

He put his hand over your mouth and used his hand to move your towards the window.

“Do what I do.” Damian instructed.

You jumped towards the ground and followed him through a long forest followed by a tall stone wall surrounding the place. After we made it through he turned to you and placed a finger over his mouth then you followed him to a dark secluded alley. Damian looked around making sure it was safe, then placed the hood over his head.

“What’s going on? Where am I? Who are-“

“Look, the city is on fire, and it won’t stop burning. No amounts of water will stop it and everyone on the streets of Gotham is looking for you. Stop the fire now.”

You what?

“What do you mean the fire won’t go out?” You asked in disbelief.

“Nothing is stopping it. I know it has to be you.”

A part of you wanted to coward away into the fire and die with it, but something the feeling of looking around this man makes you feel okay.

“Not to mention they have footage of you… everyone knows it’s you.”

You stare blankly at the streets on fire,

“I…” you pause.

“I’m not leaving you until this is over.” Damian sternly stated. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to him, your eyes softened, you felt a warm sensation in your chest- a good one.

“Do you meditate?” Damian asked,

For some reason he feels the need to help you. He relates to you almost. Maybe he sees what you could become, or maybe he could you had no sense of home like he did. Whatever it was it made him feel like risking everything for you.

“No?”

“Before I came here, I stayed somewhere far away from everyone and everything so I could live with myself and control myself. All through meditation. Sit with me please, do what I do again.”

You sat in-front of him mirroring his pose and shutting your eyes.

“Starting at your feet, take a minute to think about how every part of your body feels. Slowly work your way up.”

After a long period of silence, Damian continued the instructions.

“Slowly open your eyes now. I want you to identify the things you see to yourself right now. Just list everything you see, don’t think much.”

The trash. The rocks. The fire. God the fire. There’s a spider web, or maybe a Cobb web? And fire. So much fire.

You started to breath fast and heavy, waves of panic took over your body. You had to stop all of this fire? You didn’t even know how to start it.

“Hey, look at me. Not the fire. I’m right here, what do you see on me?”

Black hair. Spiky black hair. Tan skin. Dark eyes. Stern sharp eyes. He was like a black cat.

“Close your eyes again.”

You almost didn’t want to.

“Feel inside of you again. Think of what you feel. What did you see? How does it connect to the noise you hear right now?”

You could feel it. The fire. It was there in your core, burning. The burning got hotter and hotter until you opened your eyes, nearly in pain. The fire had gone out more, and weakens around you.

“That’s it. You’re in tune.” Damian smiled.

But it hurts.

You took a deep breath, and kept going.

Damian could tell it hurt, he understood the burning that gets worse when things get better.

“It’s all going to be okay.”

The fire eventually went out on one street, but there’s a lot more to Gotham then that. You and Damian decided to lay low overnight so you could get energy back before taking down more. You were still an enemy of the city, and who could blame them? It was night three of being on the run that you thought to ask his name.

Damian’s admiration for you grew, he spent all day trying to find more ways to help you control this curse. His phone was going off nearly every five minutes, you would just watch as he’d pause what he was saying, grumbled, looked at his phone, sighed, and type.

“Bruce, have you seen the news that just came out?” Alfred asked.

“No, is is about Damian?”

The poor man had been searching day and night for his son.

“Yes sir. I was watching the news and a video recording of last night came up, she was in an alley way and master Damian was clearly behind her…”

That confirmed Bruce’s instincts. His son was kidnapped, and he would do everything in his way to get him back. Without any words he stood from his desk, walked over to his weapons, and started packing his most obscure ones.

“Sir?”

“I will tear Gotham apart to find my son.”