#damian a sneaky little stalker

[emacrow]

Danny has an aggressive secret admirer and that Admirer is Damian wayne.

How this all started was during the Gotham exchange program where Danny had accidentally enrolled in as a joke but didn't think he actually get picked.

Luckily his rogues decided to give him some peace for once since they didn't want to go anywhere near Gotham because she a scary lady, but she actually a very misunderstood lady who just want companion..

Just have a odd way of expressing.. but she allow him in her city until the program is over but has hinted very cryptic if he want to stay then Her Knights have ways.

On his first day of gotham high, everyone so far kept whispered about the new wayne bait?

He didn't really listen but he was mostly asleep in the classes because he already have the whole class homework down already and he using this entire program as a vacation to sleep for once since he first became a halfa.

How he met Damian was pure accident.. literally, as he had accidentally body flipped him so hard to the ground due to Damian grabbing his shoulder and he really didn't meant it but his body instinctly grab his hand.

Which lead to his now peaceful vacation becoming a bit problematic.. as Damian will not leave him alone..

Unknownly to danny. He had gained admirer..

His locker filled with letters that would make Dora blush with how old fashioned they were written in. The occasion and daily weapon gift giving left in his own dorm.( he thought it was skulker leaving him weapons to try out on their next fight) The chocolates he kept receiving thought it was from the other girls from the other class room. Some of his clothes were missing but he thought it was his roommate.

Meanwhile Damian is at his wits end to the point of nearly putting cameras in Danny's room if it weren't for Tim catching on rather quickly on his 'too far gone deep obsession' with the new kid. He had been benched several times because he had been caught on several occasions trying to sneak into Danny's apartment, his locker, his gym locker. To the point they now trying to distract him from approaching danny.

He is just doing the courting rituals that he had learned so far from Talia.. he didn't even get to try the kidnapped and held hostage ritual yet :(

[batbirdies]

Writing prompt, #23!

@im-the-punk-who

Prompt 23! - “You have a picture of me? On your fridge?” Featuring Jason and Tim!

Word count: 1766

Pairing: None/Gen

Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Rating: G

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“Hey, you got any beer?” Jason climbed up from the couch, stretching his shoulders back.

Tim glanced up at him from where he was bent over a pile of photographs, an exasperated look on his face. “Not sure at which point this will get through your head but, I’m 18.”

Jason snorted. “Hey, never stopped me.”

Tim paused, setting a photo down and giving Jason his full attention. “Shocking.”

Jason snorted again as he moved out from behind the coffee table and toward the kitchen. “Well what do you have?” He asked as he reached the fridge and pulled it open.

“I think I have some soda, there might be juice or something...but check the expiration.”

Jason grumbled to himself and squinted at the inside of Tim’s fridge. The light had gone out, which was ridiculous. You’d think someone as capable, not to mention as rich, as Timothy Drake-Wayne would at least get someone else to change the light bulb in his fridge but no. It didn’t matter much as the contents were meager.

He pulled out a can of Coke and popped the top, letting the fridge door close. Sugar and caffeine would definitely not have the same effect as alcohol but now he just wanted it. Something caught his eye just as he was about to take his first drink.

Tim’s whole fridge was covered in scattered, random stuff. WE memos, a calendar with messy writing scrawled over different days, a note from Stephanie with a little bat drawing that Jason though must have been Cass.

But those weren’t what caught his eye. No, that would be the little magnetic cork board pinned full of photographs. One in particular snagged Jason’s attention.

“You have a picture of me? On your fridge?”

He heard sudden fumbling in the living room and then Tim came around the corner, relaxed, like he hadn’t just scrambled up off the floor in a panic. He looked casual but his eyes were a little too wide and he kept darting them to the corkboard like it was a loaded gun.

“Yeah, why?” He asked in that same false, casual tone. Jason wanted to drawl back oh, I don’t know, maybe ‘cause I tried to kill you? But he kept that one to himself. He was trying to steer away from those particular types of jokes. Instead of answering at all he just kept looking.

The picture of Jason was almost intimately casual.

He was sitting on the couch in what he recognized as Dick’s apartment and he was talking on his cell phone. He was leaned back, splayed out a little on the cushions, one arm hung over the armrest, the other pressing his phone to his ear. There was half a smile on his face, like he thought something was funny but he was trying not to laugh.

No one else was in the picture and Jason struggled to remember what day it had been…

Tim cleared his throat. “Dick told us he needed help with a case, but turned out he just had us over for a zombie movie, Damian was at the Kent’s.” Tim had shuffled over finally, looking at the picture with Jason. His posture had relaxed to something a little more authentic, like he’d decided Jason wasn’t gonna freak out so it was ok to come out of hiding. “Bruce called you in the middle, when Dick was making popcorn.”

Jason darted his eyes away from that picture.

“Where’d you even keep the camera? Down your pants? Cause i certainly don’t remember seeing one.”

Tim scoffed, offended. “Excuse me, there are plenty of ways to be discreet. Not that any of the rest of you would know that,” he grumbled the last bit, stuffing his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his sweatshirt.

“So you just go around taking sneaky pictures of everybody, like some kind of creepy stalker?” Jason was joking, of course, but Tim scowled.

“No.”

“Kinda seems like you do,” he goaded back, eyes drawing over other photos on the board. Tim shifted, like he was uncomfortable again.

“If it bothers you, I can take yours dow-“ Jason waved a hand, taking a sip of his coke.

“It’s fine kid.” Jason was distracted and did not acknowledge the weirdly soft feeling in his chest as he perused the rest of the pictures. There was one of Dick balancing a spoon on his nose. Cass and Stephanie painting each other’s nails. Another of Stephanie passed out on the couch in the den. One of Bruce chugging a bottle of water in the kitchen after what must have been a workout. Another of him pouring over papers in the study with his reading glasses propped on the end of his nose like an old grandma.

There was one of Alfred with his sleeves rolled up, apron on, baking something in the kitchen. Another of Cass, standing on her head in the middle of her own mattress, blankets a mess and blocking her eyes. Nothing of her face showing but her upside down grin.

There was one that was a surprise though. “Shit, you’ve got one of the little gremlin. And he’s not even trying to kill anyone.” The picture was of Damian, sitting on the floor somewhere in the manor, sun from the window shining across him while he bent over a sketch pad. Titus was folded up on the floor with his head in the kid’s lap and he looked serious. Or not so much serious as….studious.

Tim cleared his throat, moving in front of Jason to quickly pluck the magnetic board off the fridge.

“Hey, what are you-”

“I’m putting it away.”

“What? Why?”

Tim flushed a little, tucking the board to his chest. “I meant to take it down before you got here, I just forgot.”

Jason frowned, clutching the can a little tighter. “Because why? That’s not an answer.”

“Because I don’t need this spread around. You’re not allowed to tell Dick.” He shuffled a little closer to his bedroom door but took a moment to give Jason a stern look. But Jason just blinked back at him in confusion.

“Why? You’re acting like this is some kind of weird secret picture stash. I don’t know if you know this but usually it’s the explicit type of photos that people are hiding.”

Tim flushed, not loosening his grip or relaxing one bit. He looked honestly embarrassed and Jason was a little bewildered.

“Dick doesn’t know because he would make some stupid big deal out of it-”

“You mean of the sweet, little pic of Damian-”

Tim pointed a finger at him, scowl firmly in place. “That picture was deliberate. I need a reminder sometimes that he’s not actually a monster.”

Jason snorted, setting his soda on the counter. “Don’t we all.”

There was an awkward pause as Tim started to shuffle backwards again toward his bedroom door. Jason turned toward him, palms up and empty. “Timbers, don’t put it away. I’m not gonna tattle on you for having pictures on your fridge.”

Tim stopped, looking at him with a minor glare. “And you’re not going to make fun of me?”

“Why would I make fun of you?” Jason was baffled, but Tim just rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know, you just would.”

Jason sputtered, putting his hands on his hips and then thinking better of it, dropping them before he looked like Bruce. “Hey, I’m not some kind of grade school bully here. Besides...it’s uh...it’s nice.” He scratched at his chin for a second, feeling awkward. Jason hadn’t been planning on any personal conversations here.

Tim swallowed and stared at him for an extended moment, looking wary before he finally heaved a sigh and stomped back into the kitchen to reattach the board to his fridge.

He stepped back and Jason stared at the collection a little longer, a weird unidentifiable feeling in his gut. “They’re good.”

Tim scratched at his arm. “Thanks,” he said back, voice hushed.

“Why no costumes?” Jason asked, casually, grabbing his soda back up off the counter and taking a swig. There was, of course, the obvious - just in case. But Jason thought for some reason there was something more to it than that.

Tim shrugged.

“I don’t know, sometimes I like to pretend we’re a normal family, I guess?” It was said in a self deprecating tone, like he was laughing at himself. Which, yeah, but while Jason had come a long way from where he had been. Had worked through untangling complicated feelings the likes the world had never seen - the casual referral of him being family still caught him off guard sometimes. He clutched his soda a little tighter, his palms felt suddenly sweaty.

“Normal huh?” Jason worked to keep any emotion out of his voice as Tim glanced up with a smirk.

“A guy can dream right?”

“Yeah, yeah he can…you might not have to dream that hard though. I mean, we all know a thing or two about normal families.” Jason shuffled closer, bumping his shoulder with Tim’s and throwing an arm around him a little haphazardly, making him stumble.

“I guess...” He gave Jason a narrow eyed, suspicious look.

“I mean, brothers are known for a few things I’m sure we could perfect.”

“Jason.” Tim said, voice devoid of all tone.

“Yeah Timbers?”

“If you try to give me a noogie right now I will punch you in the groin.”

The laugh that startled out of him was loud, enough to make Tim flinch and scowl, trying to duck out of the circle of his arm.

“Can we get back to work please?”

He hummed in return, tapping a finger to his lips with his spare hand. “Not until you say uncle.”

“Jason-“

[emacrow]

Danny has an aggressive secret admirer and that Admirer is Damian wayne. If Damian has succeeded with his plan of kidnapping danny after carefully researching.

Danny woke up a bit refreshed after what he felt like was a 3 hour power nap after eating the most delicious burger he was given gift wrapped up in a present box found in his locker after school..

Only to noticed fenton designed looking a like of handcuffs on his hands, feets as he lays in a cushion like bed with certain red and blue duck candles lit with green fire.

A hand written runes of ancient writing on the galaxies like blanket he was laying on. Blue weeping flowers petals on the floor surrounding the bed.

Now this was interesting... before he noticed the person behind this all, Danny's eyes were glowing, looking at Damian. The liminal classmate who shyly glances at him every now and then when he thought he didn't noticed.

He did his research right as he can see Damian was not even trembling nor falling on his knees under the weight of Danny's core pressuring in this room before offering Danny something that he did most value to his very soul.

It wasn't his blood, nor hair, or a weapon.

For ghosts have no uses for those things but what they desire most of all even after death.

It was a necklace, beautifully made and designed to look like scattered or stars but what they were made with crystallized emotional tears of pure even a bit unhinged love.

Damian's face look red.. his eyes were a definitely puffy and reddish underneath with the amount of tears he has cried. His greeb eyes look determined and a bit dilated.

Danny stared back as Damian wavered didn't changed a bit even after 30 minutes had past.

"I accepted your courtship, but you could've just texted me to met at a certain time instead..?" Danny spoke with a bit of a flattered smile growing as his eyes widen noticing Damian wasn't even done yet with how he open a curtain to reveal a custom coffin and grave stone specifically made for danny along with flowers, plushes and offering breads for the dead.

OH.. Oh he definitely marrying him now. Now let him sleep in the coffin before danny start crying too.. also hand him some of that bread too.

[emacrow]

Danny has an aggressive secret admirer and that Admirer is Damian wayne. Damian's pov Pt 2.

Damian had been trying for 3 months of trying to court Danny Fenton.

Danny has beaten him 6 times in a row without flaw or even a single hit on him without fail.. at first he was angry, terrifying angry because this short yet guy has what Jason said, beat his tan his ass into the very dust.

And since he isn't 'allowed' to kill anymore. If he can't beat him, then seduce him into submission then beat him when at his most vulnerable.

He had been reading the 10 tips to court your betrothed by his own mother, Talia Al Gual.

Though it wasn't working like he had planned at all..

He has tried the chocolate giving, the weapons giving, and the letters sending, he had tried to talk to danny but his body felt so hot, his palms were sweating, and his heart was beating up a storm before he can even get close enough to tap his shoulder..

It was trying him crazy on how obvious danny was. Why didn't he noticed him, flustered for him, crawl on his knee and grovel for his attention like others people of both genders have done before over the years.

He even took it up a notch with photos but it seem taking pictures of Danny didn't work unless it was a film type camera... video camera seem to work but the glitches were murderous though he was going to add more in Danny's dorm to better understand what he likes( totally not to steal more of his clothes at all) if it weren't for Tim.

Daring to Snoop into his business and the finding his personal hidden shrine of all the most embarrassing things to Snoop upon.

And to call it an obsession was over the line if it weren't for dick and Jason restraining him at that moment, he would have done away with Tim at that time.

This wasn't an Obsession. This was devoted courting at the finest. He was NOT sick at all and you can't force him to therapy. You all can't distracted him from danny from him forever!

(Tim believes a capital YES, with a 50 pages on the amount of things that damian has been doing in the total of 3 months 2 weeks and 5 days and 14 hours so far. Bruce don't you listen to his lies, he has taking the sleeping darts from alfred's personal cabinets.)