#damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

Cloudy Christmastime

damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent

(A/N): Before anyone protests, I headcanon the Wayne family as celebrating both Jewish holidays like Yom Kippur and Hanukkah as well as Christmas and Easter because yes, Bruce is ethnically Jewish (though may have done Christmas as well) but Dick/Jason/Tim/Steph would have likely celebrated Christmas. So they do both.

Anyway, this is a christmas gift for @glorified-red and literally the 5th take on this fic bc they first said Hallmark movie, then damijon hallmark movie, then whump. And then it took me three tries to get something I was close to happy with so I hope you enjoy. This ended up being a mix of domestic fluff and h/c.

warnings: sensory overload

wc: ~2600

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“Tell me again why Santa doesn’t bring us gifts if he’s real. Like our dads have met him. And he still doesn’t bring us presents,” Jon lamented from the couch, bundled up in four blankets. 

From your spot on the floor by the tree, you looked up, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Because we’re not kids anymore? And how do you know Santa ever brought us gifts?” 

“Perhaps,” Damian added, passing Jon a cup of hot chocolate. He placed a second cup on the coffee table and lifted one to his lips. “He only brought gifts to people to make a point. I never received any from him as a child but father has gotten many over the years.” 

Jon listed to the side, head landing on Damian’s shoulder. “I think that’s worse.”

For the first time in a while, Jon felt Damian’s huff of laughter more than he heard it. Your small chuckle was similarly inaudible. Jon hated solar flaring. Not only was it a pain to deal with for the day and change—one could argue he got either lucky or really unlucky by solar flaring the morning of Christmas Eve—but it always threw his senses out of whack as they trickled back in. And, with the gray skies of Gotham’s winter, Jon was expecting it to be even weirder than usual. It was worth it though, to him, in order to spend the day itself with his partners. It was enough that the Kent family Christmas Eve was ruined by Lex Luthor. He wasn’t going to let his Christmas day be ruined too. 

“I’m sorry, mi sol,” you offered with a shrug and a smile. Jon met your grin with his own. A full-body shiver wracked his frame. Your gaze turned concerned. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” Jon agreed, “Just chilly.” Damian’s arm wrapped further around Jon, pulling their sides flush against each other. Jon maneuvered the blankets away to soak in his warmth. 

“Ameli, we can turn the heat up,” Damian offered. 

“Nope,” Jon argued, nuzzling into Damian’s neck. “This is good.” Damian’s resulting huff of air teased at the hair on the top of Jon’s head. 

“Mi luna?” You asked from the floor. Damian turned to look at you. Jon followed, eyes traveling over the mound of presents arranged under the tree. There was a pile around the back of the tree against the wall for Damian’s family (Jon still needed to give Dick his gift from the Hanukkah celebration a couple weeks ago. The blue dreidel paper was obvious against the sea of brown, red, and green wrapping paper.), and a smaller one for yours. The empty gap left behind after the Kent Christmas was already filled in with a large box Jon was like ninety percent sure was a new easel for Damian. You ordered it, not him, but Jon couldn’t think of anything else on any of your lists that was even close to that size. “Can you hand me that please?” You gestured to a precarious stack on the coffee table. 

Damian acquiesced, passing over a teetering pile of vaguely book-shaped items. Who those were for was anyone’s guess. Jon was grateful Alfred had helped you and him pay for some of the gifts for Damian. Looking at the gift tags, it otherwise would have been horribly uneven. And Damian himself wouldn’t have minded, Jon knew, but you and him would have been upset about it anyway. He deserves the world, your rohi. Damian pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of you, still arranging presents under the tree. He showed it quickly to Jon before texting it to him immediately. 

“This look okay?” You asked, peeking out from behind the tree. Jon looked it over. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for exactly, but he also wasn’t exactly the reigning opinion on artistic presentation. 

“It looks fine, hayati” Damian said, eyes still trained on his phone. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“You didn't even look.” 

Damian turned to look at you. “Because I knew it looked fine, beloved.” His eyes scanned the presents. “And it does.” 

You shook your head at him, exasperated, before conceding and sitting heavily on the couch. Scooching in, you nearly pressed up against Jon’s other side. 

“Come closer,” He whined, untangling a hand from the blankets to grab yours. “You’re warm.” 

Jon could feel the look exchanged over his head. 

“I’m not that warm,” you argued even as you grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and arranged the blankets so that you could fit underneath. “You’re just cold.” 

Jon shrugged. The hand that wasn’t holding yours reached underneath Damian’s shirt and he swore, grabbing Jon’s wrist to keep its chill away. Another look passed over Jon’s head. He wondered sometimes if the two of you were aware he knew what you were doing and just didn’t care. Probably. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, amorcito?” You asked. Jon shrugged. 

“It’s cold outside and I’m human but otherwise yeah. I have you two,” he added smugly. Damian’s playful shoulder hit came at the same time as your muttered “sap.” Jon grinned. “So because I’m sick—sort of—I get to pick the movie. And we’re watching Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” Despite the protests on both sides, the movie was playing before Damian could even get up to turn the lights off. To the side of the couch, the lights on the Christmas tree bathed the room in a soft white glow. 

~

Jon awoke to a cold bed. On a good day, he’d wake with the sun—or whenever it wormed its way through the bedroom’s black out curtains—or to an international emergency. Okay, not that the emergency was good, just that he was feeling good enough to know it was happening. On a bad day, all bets were off. Jon stuck his hand out of the covers, searching blindly for his phone. After a moment of finding nothing but the wood of the end table, the scratchiness of the sheets was unignorable and he gave up, flinging back the covers to get out of bed. Hanging over the side of the dresser was a dark red sweatshirt. Jon grabbed it and tugged it on, rubbing his arms to get the lingering echo of the sheets off his skin. His off kilter super hearing zeroed in on the crooning of Michael Bublé before zooming back out into the general background noise coming from the kitchen. Jon winced, squaring his shoulders. That was a bad sign. But it was Christmas; he’d be fine. 

A quick squint at his phone told Jon that it was just after noon. No wonder the bed was cold. Jon shivered, then grabbed a pair of your fuzzy socks before opening the bedroom door. 

The smell of cinnamon and chocolate coming from the kitchen was pleasant rather than unbearable. Jon let himself breathe it in as he approached quietly. He didn’t even notice you behind him—though that was often true of an average day—before there were arms around his waist and a head on his shoulder. He let himself lean back into the warmth of you. 

“Merry Christmas, mi amor. How are you feeling?” you inquired. Hot breath ghosted across his neck. Jon shrugged. 

“Fine. Excited for today.” He spun around to face you, eyes taking in your christmas pj pants and sweater with a Robin logo. Over your shoulder, Jon could see flashes of blue, likely Damian’s nightwing sweatshirt. “Merry Christmas,” he added, tucking his nose into the spot just underneath your ear for just a moment. No matter what his super senses were like, he took comfort in the smell of the two of you. A hand weaved through his hair, a kiss pressed to the top of his head. Jon pulled back just enough to give you a peck on the lips before being spun around into a kiss from Damian. 

“Merry Christmas, my heart,” Jon muttered, pressing a second lingering kiss to Damian’s jawline. A steady heartbeat pulsed under his fingers, wrapped around Damian’s wrist. 

“Good morning,” Damian said, wrapping an arm around Jon to keep him close. Jon blindly reached out and a second calloused hand found his. A second warm body curled around him. He missed your heartbeats’ song in his ears, but Damian’s pounding steadily under his ear and yours fluttering underneath his fingertips was good enough for right then. “Are you alright?” Damian continued. “It’s late.” His voice was echoey underneath Jon’s ear and Jon flinched instinctively. The two of you reacted immediately, pulling back. 

“Jon?” you asked, voice laced with concern. 

“Yeah,” he managed. “I’m mostly good. About as expected, you know?” Jon offered up a smile. By the looks on your faces, it didn’t do as much reassurance as he’d hoped. “I’m sorry I slept so late.” 

“Don’t apologize,” Damian argued. “There is no reason to.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” Jon sighed. 

“How are you feeling about breakfast, mi sol?” You asked, tangling your fingers with his. 

“Sounds good,” Jon agreed. 

~

“Oh yeah I should definitely send Dick a text to thank him. And also say Merry Christmas,” Jon said, flopping down on the couch after breakfast. With his partners looking happy, Christmas music in the background, and a breakfast of vegan pancakes in his stomach, Jon could almost forget about the buzzing under his skin. 

“Tt,” Damian scoffed. “He would have swapped with me anyway. Gordon and Father are both working tonight so it was pointless for him to have the evening off.”

Jon shrugged. “Still, doesn’t hurt to say thanks.” 

“Say hi from me too,” you yelled over the running kitchen sink. After a moment more, the water shut off and Jon released a silent sigh at the absence of an irritating bit of noise. He was lucky the x-ray vision hadn’t started acting up. Not only was that like the antithesis of Christmas presents (his mom kept presents out of the house or in a lead box until morning for that very reason), but it was also a huge pain and the hardest to hide. Screwy touch and hearing was more than enough. Dishware clanked around in the kitchen as Damian sat beside Jon on the couch. 

“No change?” He asked, reaching for a Nightwing mug of cider on the coffee table. 

Jon shrugged. “Nope, nothing yet.” Damian narrowed his eyes and Jon attempted to start coming up with excuses. At the very least, he could probably get Damian to leave it alone until after gifts. Less so if you noticed too and started teaming up on him. 

“Ready for presents?” You asked, sitting down on the other side of Damian. You raised the untouched Superman mug to your lips, eyes scanning over Jon. 

“Yes!” Jon butt in before you could say anything. “Let’s do it.” 

You and Damian exchanged a look. On the floor below, the elevator dinged, releasing a family with a horde of kids. “Okay,” you conceded, standing to grab the first load of presents.

In the apartment directly underneath, the front door squealed open. A load of presents was slammed down on the floor beside him. Three kids squealed “gramma!” in unison. Jon’s hoodie was all of the sudden suffocating him. 

Jon jumped up and yanked the sweatshirt over his head, pawing the sleeves off before yanking his socks off too. He didn’t care where they ended up. His hands went up to press against his ears. Stumbling over his own feet, Jon meandered backwards until his back slammed into a wall and then slid down, knees up and head with ears still covered in between them. Sounds zoomed in and out. All of the sudden, he could hear Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer playing eight floors down, then A Christmas Carol on someone’s TV across the street. Focus! Jon yelled at himself through all the noise. One steady beat came into focus, then another. 

Until there was a soft item brushing his feet, Jon didn’t realize he had company. A steady beat pulsed in his ears, too loud even for its familiarity. He pulled the blanket close. Something plastic nudged his shoulder and Jon grabbed it instinctively, slamming special-made headphones over his ears. The sounds faded down into something manageable. Jon took a deep breath. And then another. He didn’t need to hear to know that the two of you were there. When he reached out tentatively with his sense of smell, the usual wave of cinnamon-vanilla-brown sugar-clove and somethings just the two of you tempered by pine and peppermint was comforting rather than overwhelming. Jon let it wash over him, clutching the soft weighted blanket to his chest. 

When he cracked his eyes open, two blurs blinked into focus as his partners, leaning against the back of the couch and hands linked. Damian’s head rested on your shoulder, one of your hands tangled in his hair. Jon noticed as soon as Damian saw he was up. He almost slammed his head into your chin as he shot up and Jon huffed a laugh.  

“Ameli?” Damian asked. Your eyes locked onto Jon’s. 

“You guys shouldn’t sit on the floor,” Jon responded. “It’s bad for your backs.”

You offered Jon a hand, ignoring his remark completely. Jon’s chest ached. If you weren’t willing to banter, he’d scared you. “How are you feeling?”   

Jon took the hand and stood, adjusting the headphones so they stayed on his head. He tossed the blanket over his shoulder and reached his other hand out towards Damian before tugging the both of you up and towards the couch. 

“I’m okay,” Jon reassured you, sitting down on the couch. “I promise.” When neither of you moved, he tugged you both down on top of him, interrupting the bat-assessment written all over Damian’s face.  

“Promise like this morning?” Damian argued. Jon winced. 

“Okay, yeah maybe I shouldn’t have—”

“Been a self-sacrificial dumbass as if we don’t a) know you and b) want you to talk to us?” You cut in. Jon could read the hurt underneath the anger clear as day. His fingers brushed over two sets of knuckles, one scarred from years of fighting without protective gear, the other dry from the winter air. 

“I know. I just wanted today to be a good day, you know? We never get uninterrupted holidays.” Jon resisted the urge to pull his hands away from yours and curl into himself. The two burning gazes on him were ones of love and concern, though, not judgment. 

“And for some reason you think accommodating you makes the day worse, why?” Damian asked. Jon didn’t have an answer. 

“We love you, Jon. Eres nuestro pareja. We picked ‘partners’ for a reason, yeah?”  You squeezed his hand in yours. 

“Yeah,” he agreed, head dropping to your shoulder. Silence was heavy in the room for a moment. 

“You choose what we do next,” Damian stated, tugging the blacket from its bundled blob to instead cover you and Jon. 

Jon moved from your shoulder to halfway on top of Damian, tugging you on top of him. “You guys are going to squish me in between you while we watch a movie and then we can do presents?” 

You shot him a wicked smile. Jon shrieked as Damian pulled him bodily half on top of him along the couch, cut off when you landed nearly on top of Jon. 

“Good?” You asked. Jon let himself sink into Damian, arms coming up to wrap around your waist. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Good.”

Damian grabbed the remote. “We’re not watching Elf.”

Jon stuck his tongue out at him.  

[asa-no-seiiki]

“That’s you?”

Damian glared at you as you attempt (and subsequently failed) to hold in your giggles.

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“I thought Grayson’s was bad but — BAHAHAHA”

But it was too much. You see, you first met your boyfriend a bit later in life. As such, you never saw his fantastic hairdo back when he was little. It was as if he styled it so it’d impale once he headbutted them.

“No Ice Cream for you two tonight.”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!”

“Why’d I get caught in the crossfire?!”

[damianwaynesbelovedsposts]

jon: damian, you’re fine just be yourself.

damian: be myself? jon, i have one day to win over y/n parents. how long did it take for you guys to start liking me?.

y/n: couple weeks.

jason: six months.

tim: jury’s still out.

damian: see, jon? “be myself” what kinda of garbage advice is that?

requests are open!

[hana-no-seiiki]

YAN! DAMIAN WAYNE & YAN! JONATHAN KENT with their shared darling.

You are hella shy around them. You never defend yourself, never speak out of turn. Meek. You appeal extremely well to their hero instincts; to guide and protect.

A while into your (forced, maybe even fictional) relationship, they introduce you to the titans.

Surprise surprise YAN! FANS TEEN TITANS already knew you. Who wouldn’t recognize the super idol [Y/N] [L/N]?

The two suddenly realized that you’re the star the team always talked about but they were just too busy stalking you to even realize. (Also cause Damian is the anti-basic and baby ghorl Jon is a bit out of the loop when it comes to pop culture)

Cue the pair suddenly becoming your biggest fanboys.

Jon who’s a lot more open about it in public. Wearing your merch all over his body. Even using his hero identity to spread your name around. Memorized fan dances to obnoxiously perform if you ever go on stage again.

While Damian is a lot more low-key and uses it as a way to blackmail and psychoanalyze you. He stalks all your socials. Has watched all your concerts and listened to all your albums on loop.

Uses his money to flex but as an anonymous user and even brings the whole Batfam into it. Particularly his dad and oldest brother. Mostly cause Bruce is rich and can fund his obsession, while Dick is a great enabler and is already a fan of you.

Both probably engage on internet wars on a daily.

Anyways it’s all cute until they ruin your career by fucking you live for all to see, in their costumes to boot.

Aight byeeeee

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Brother's best friend

Summary: You go to spend the summer at your grandparents, along with your family and the Wayne's. Will something rise between you and Damian?

Warnings: Reader is half kryptonian, meaning they can hear heartbeats.

Gender Neutral

Series Masterlist

~☆~

It was quiet. There was no sound of cars in a busy street, voices of pedestrians that became too much as they all overlapped, no musty smell of used up air. It was quiet, only the sound of the TV, animals outside, and the heartbeats of your loved ones could he heard.

Your grandparent's farm was your escape. It was where you could go when you wanted to get away from the city that you and your family lived in. Apparently, everyone agreed, because now you're spending the summer on the farm, along with your mother, father, and brothers.

Your mother was helping your grandmother clean up after breakfast. Your father was helping your grandfather with the animals, you and Jon were watching a cartoon, and Kon was still sleeping.

Despite your grandparents being two lonely farmers, more people were still going to be joining you. Everyone had decided that it would be nice to invite Bruce Wayne and his children to join in on your short vacation. You had barely gotten Jon to sleep the night he found out that they said yes, he was far too excited about what was to come. Eventually, your mother had to come in and scold him for still being up.

If you listened close enough, you could hear their plane, and if you listened even closer, you could hear their hearts and words. Which Jon had been doing the entire time he had been awake, anxiously waiting for his best friend and his family to arrive, your father and Kon doing the same. Was it a little weird that Clark, Kon, and Jon were all best friends with members of the Wayne family? Yeah, a little bit. But did you care? No.

Jon had been going on for years now about his best friend, Damian Wayne. Apparently, the two of them met due to being Robin and Superboy. Jon had told you about the many adventures the two of them had, the times they would hang out at Wayne Manor, and how much he adored Damian. You've heard similar stories about Bruce, and Tim aswell, your father and Kon sharing the same excitement as Jon over their best-friends.

Almost all of the Wayne family has heard about you, too, but not as much as Damian has. Jon is always talking about his older sibling, born just two years before himself, and a year after Damian. Jon is always talking about the things the two of you have done, what you like, any new changes you've made to your appearance. To some extent, Damian feels as if he already knows you. You also feel the same.

"I can't wait for you to meet him." Jon excitedly tells you, taking his eyes away from the small TV and looking at you. You turn to meet his gaze and offer a small smile, hoping it will get him to stop gushing about this family you've never met. Maybe you're excited about meeting a certain older brother, one that your family said came back from the dead. It's not that you don't want to meet them, it's just that you don't want to spend your summer with some strangers.

~☆~

It was about lunchtime when you could hear the plane getting closer to the farm, your family raced outside to greet their friends.

A grown man was the first to jump out of the plane, his hair wavy and black, eyes blue and skin tan. He had one of those Hollywood smiles that instantly got you plastered on a magazine. He ran up to your father and welcomed him into an embrace. He was far too young to be Bruce Wayne, but also too old to be Damian.

Another boy hopped out and jogged over to Kon. Obviously, that's Tim. His pale skin and shaggy black hair gave it away.

Who you assume was Bruce emerged next, the wrinkle between his eyebrows and his strong physique being a sign. You could hear your father whisper his name as he went up to hug the man.

An even younger boy walked out, instantly earning a yell from Jon. He looked almost identical to Bruce. Only his skin was tan, and his nose was stronger. His eyes were green, a strong contrast from the three blue-eyed men that he had traveled with. His hair was black and clean cut, styled upwards. He was gorgeous. His description could only mean that he was the one and only Damian.

Another man walked into the light. He was tall and muscular. His wavy hair was black with a stripe of white and out of his face. He was wearing sunglasses, blocking his eyes from your view. Even from the distance, you could see the scars that adorned the side of his face. Jason Todd.

You watched as your family exchanged their hellos, obviously excited about the entire situation. Just as you were about to turn and go back inside, you heard your father introducing your grandparents. That could only mean that you were next.

His arms gestured around your family before finally landing on you, "And that's, Y/N." He spoke.

The first man(whom you overheard the name of) started walking towards you, his flashy smile on display.

"Hi, I'm Dick!" He introduced himself, offering you a handshake. After you reciprocated the gesture, he put his arm over your shoulders, holding you to his side. His hand rose up to point at the other people he arrived with. "That's Bruce," he stated, pointing at the man next to your father. "That's Jason," His finger was now pointed at the man with the white streak in his hair, "Tim" was all he said as he gestured to the boy conversing with Kon. "And that's Damian." He said, pointing at the boy that was being bombarded with questions by Jon. To your surprise, he was staring right at you. His gaze was sharp and felt like he was seeing right through you.

Your eye contact was interrupted as your grandmother came rushing past you with a pitcher of tea and some cups.

~☆~

New series alert!!!

Update's will be slow.

[the-atlas-sister]

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ (Older!Damian Wayne x Older!Reader)

Warnings!: drinking, vulgar language, hungover behavior

You didn't intend to get hammered while attending your boyfriend's birthday party, but here you were.

After hearing comment after comment from Damian's rich friends about how you weren't good enough or their snide comments on your status or figure, you just decided, fuck it.

"Ahaha, I think you've had enough," Jonathan said, pulling the glass from your hands. He was the one friend of Damian's that hadn't be verbally ridiculing you throughout the night.

"Noooo, Johnny," you whined, reaching for the glass as he held it farther from you. "Please, I just need one more." You're eyes widened as a waiter walked by the two of you with a whole new tray of drinks. "Or five." You grinned like a madman as you grabbed another glass.

"Okay, y/n, y/n."

"Hm?" Your eyes followed Jonathan as he snapped his fingers. He laughed nervously at your state.

"You just turned 21, you need to stop drinking," he said, smiling awkwardly at your flushed drunk cheeks. "Especially because if you don't Damian might blame me and kill me," he added, pulling your tenth or so drink from your hands.

"Johnny, you're like, Superman," you not-so-whispered, leaning forward for emphasize.

"OH HO HO- yep, that's enough," Jonathan said loudly, sweat beginning to bead on his brow at your words. "We're just saying things now, huh?" Due to his panic he didn't notice you snatch the drinks from his grasp. "Y/n please," he sighed as you downed both drinks.

"Dude, it's good," you slurred, leaning on the boy. "I'm good bro."

"I do not think you're not so forgiving boyfriend would agree," Jonathan said, wrapping an arm around you gently. You felt comfortable, like he was protecting you. "Shot, speaking of which-"

"Dami!" you cheered, noticing your seething boyfriend approaching the two of you. "Hi baby," you slurred, pulling yourself from Jonathan and leaning on Damian.

"What the hell is wrong with her, Kent?" he hissed, holding you close. His question was quickly answered although as the smell of alcohol hit his nose. "Have you been drinking?" He looked down at your flushed face.

"So much!" you said, emphasizing every word. "Did you know, that if you drink, the voices of every single asshole in here, just kind of... floats away? Why did you even hang out with them?"

"Because they're not friends, they are business partners, darling," Damian answered, looking down at you with worried filled eyes. "Just ignore them."

You pouted at him before looking around. Even in your drunk state, you could see the looks the rest of the guests were giving you.

"You know what, I gotta say something," you slurred, pushing away from Damian.

"Wait, no," Jonathan began.

"Y/n, darling, there is nothing you need to say-"

"Hey, all of you!" you yelled, stumbling to the center of the room. You felt your face hear up as everyones eyes landed on your figure. "I don't give a shit what any of you say! I love this man!" You pointed a shaky finger at Damian, making him look at the ground and place a hand on his forehead. "Happy birthday baby! I love the way your nose crinkles all grumpy-like when you pout. I love how beautiful your paintings look and how much you care about animals. I love the way your beautiful eyes sparkle when you smile. I love how you look when you're focused, how your eyebrows crinkle and you hunch over, despite how much you bother me about my posture. I love how hot you look when you smirk and how good you fuck me-"

"OKAY!" Damian interrupted, rushing towards you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the ground.

"He fucks me so good!" you called as you were pulled through the halls of Wayne manor. "Dami, where are we going?" you asked as you noticed the change of setting.

"You're going to bed," Damian said, his face a deep red.

"Nooooo," you whined, watching as your boyfriend pulled you into his lavish bedroom. "Please, noooo. I want to go back to the party."

"You don't need to go back to the party," Damian stated, sitting you down onto his bed.

You watched in your druken state as he gently pulled off your shoes, holding your legs softly as he did. You stared at him as if in some sort of trance, falling deeper in love as he treated you with so much love and care.

"You treat me so well," you cooed as he put you shoes aside. "I love you so much." You allowed the man to rest you against the plush pillows of his bed.

"I love you too, beloved," Damian said, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Now get some sleep."

***

"Holy shit," you groaned, sitting up within a bed you didn't recognize.

"Good morning beloved," Damian's voice chimed through the air.

"Shhhhhhh," you said, throwing the covers back over your head. "Too loud." Damian chuckled slightly and you felt the bed lower as he sat down. "What happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" Damian asked, pulling away the cover gently. He handed you a large cup of water, which you reluctantly took.

"Oh god, what did I do?" you groaned, holding your head in your free hand.

"You may have announced how well I make love to you in front of my family, friends and business partners," Damian stated.

"Oh god, oh god sweetie," you said, throwing your head back. "I'm so sorry, you must be so upset with me."

"Oh very, but that's something for after you’re no longer hungover," Damian said, kissing the side of your neck lovingly.

"You treat me too well."

"I know beloved."

[vespertiliosworld]

Shivani

Damian x Reader

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Previous Chapter

English is not my first language, forgive me if there is any mistake.

Some time had passed since Diana Price adopted you. You were used to living with her, of course she didn't tell you how she found you. You started a new school in Washington.

Once you got to a pretty good school and a good life, Diana decided you were strong enough and started taking you on patrols with her. Along with this, you also started seeing Superboy and Robin more often.

There were times when you felt like they were redundant because they had met before you, but you were still used to them. Although Robin was a little rude to you. You felt a little relieved when Superboy told you that this was his normal self.

You still like to go on patrol and train with them. Of course, it was difficult for you to stay awake at night and do a lot of activities. Come on, let's be honest, you can't expect your mental health to stay good when you have a messed up sleep schedule and so many problems in your hero life.

On one of those similar days, of course, under Robin's leadership, you attempted things beyond your scope. You were hesitant about this because Diana had told you to only do the tasks they gave you."What if they get mad at us?" you said as you examined the strange underground tunnel you had entered.

Robin turned to you with a stern look. "Don't be a coward, it's just a mission." His voice showed how uncomfortable he was with you being there. He was leading you and Superboy as he walked in the front row.

You frowned but didn't respond to him.

"He's right Damian, we should leave this to the adults. They just told us to check if there was anything suspicious." Superboy said, defending you.

However, you were thinking about Superboy calling Robin 'Damian'. "Damian? Damian Wayne?" You asked in surprise, involuntarily raising your voice.

Damian turned to Superboy and wrapped his arms around his chest. "Great! Now he knows my identity, good for you idiot!" You were trying to digest this new information as he scolded Superboy.

“Me too Y/N!” You spoke to him with a big smile. "Y/N L/N! Nice to meet you." You offered him your hand with an awkward smile. "I promise your secret will be safe with me, Robin."

Damian glared at your hand and shook his head. "Second idiot! We are in an unknown place, they might be listening to us!" he said scolding you.

You bowed your head, realizing he was right. You felt stupid for making a mistake. "I am sorry."

Without saying anything, Robin just took a deep breath and turned and started walking. Superboy approached you and put a hand on your shoulder. “I'm Jonathan Kent, nice too meet you, Y/N.” When he looked at you with his smile as bright as the sun, you felt a little relieved.

After smiling at him, you quickly followed Robin, but after a few steps, you felt a breath on your neck and turned quickly. You put your hand on the back of your neck and stared into the empty darkness. You took a step with the uneasiness that surrounded you, but when the ground started to shake, you fell to the ground.

You quickly wanted to turn around and check on the boys, but you panicked when you realized you couldn't see any of them. You quickly stood up and ran towards the path you thought they were on, but you started to feel like you weren't making any progress.

"Look at that lonely little gazelle! How lost, how pathetic." When you heard the familiar voice, you quickly wanted to look around and saw him. Void was sitting in the air, watching you with amused eyes. You took out your sword and quickly got into a fighting stance, but Void did not move."Aw! Don't be like that little one, you're so wild."

"Shut up! Where are my friends? What did you do to them?!" You started yelling at him. You were afraid of the dark and this narrow space.

But why did the tunnel seem to be getting smaller?

Your hands holding the sword trembled as you felt yourself start to lose your breath. You ignored the Void and tried to run and find the exit. As you ran, the tunnel became smaller and smaller, reaching a size where you could no longer even stand.

"Aw! Is there something wrong, kid?" Void chuckled and mocked you. His eyes were shining dangerously. He looked like a hunter having fun with his prey.

You tried to hold the walls with your hands and push them, you were suffocating. Your phobia felt like it was going to kill you. As the walls got smaller, you felt like the day your parents died. When the screams of your mother, who put you in a small closet and locked you from the outside, and your father's crying reached your ears, you fell to your knees and started crying.

“Please…” You begged with your broken speech.

Void looked at you as if he was enjoying this situation. When he squeezed the black ball he held in his palm a little more, the walls became tighter. “Guess you got nowhere to go, huh?” He underestimated you. "Give me your power source and I'll get you out of here." He tried to talk you into a deal.

Instead of answering, you pressed your hands to your ears, trying to escape your family's screams. "Mom dad!" When you screamed, Void let out a breath of boredom.

"Come on kid, we don't have much time. You either stay here or give up your powers." he said in a serious tone. His facial expression had become more threatening, but you were too scared to see it.

When your sword glowed, it brought you out of that fearful memory. You tried to get out of this darkness by reaching out and holding your sword. You felt yourself coming to your senses as a warm and safe feeling seemed to radiate from the sword. You weren't on the day your parents died, you were in a situation the Void forced you into.

You clenched your teeth. "Go to hell!" When you tried to attack him with the sword in your hand, you noticed something. You weren't actually in a small, confined space! This was a very wide tunnel.

"Fuck!" He swore as he dodged your attack, realizing you were free from the effects of his powers.

He dodged back as you swung your sword at him. "You were lucky this time, but I'll catch you next time." When he threatened you as he disappeared into the darkness, the ground disappeared and you fell.

You looked around as your eyes suddenly opened and a large gush of black liquid came out of your throat. Robin and Superboy were looking at you. Robin was furious, but Superboy was worried. You hugged Robin, who was right in front of you, tightly and started crying. Your body was shaking with the fear you had just felt.

Damian wanted to push you away, but when he realized you were crying, he rubbed his hand on your back instead. When they realized that you were not following them, they turned and saw you drowning in a pitch black liquid.

Even though they tried to wake you up and make you vomit the black liquid, it didn't work and you went into a kind of shock and started shaking.

"Are you ok?" Superboy asked as he placed a hand on your shoulder and tried to help you calm down. "What happened?"

"Void," you said in a fearful voice. "H-He pinned me down to the day my parents died. I couldn't escape, I couldn't help them." you said as your sobs got louder. "It was so scary, there was blood everywhere."

"It's okay, you're okay now." said Robin dryly. He didn't know what to say, his relationships with people were not good.

As you started to calm down a little more, you felt like you had lost all your strength because you were crying. You tiredly turned away from Robin and wiped your eyes. "I'm sorry, I acted like a stupid."

Robin stood back and didn't answer you. "Let's go.

If you nodded and stood up, you walked to the exit. Meanwhile, Superboy reached out and held your hand, smiling at you. "Britain, I won't let anything like this happen again, Y/N, trust me." said.

You gave him a grateful smile and walked towards the exit.

Robin was walking in front of you with a grumpy look on his face."While you were unconscious, we checked ahead but there was nothing. Just a big wall." It seemed strange to suddenly see a wall where there was a dark road before.

You nodded. "Let's tell the adults, they know what to do." you said in a meek tone.

Superboy nodded in agreement. Your body was still shaking a little.

You felt relieved when you came out. You thought Void couldn't reach you anymore. When Robin got on his motorcycle you and Superboy flew side of him.

It was good to have the cold air hit your body and make yoı feel like you wasn't in a confined space anymore. Once a smile appeared on your face, you spent the rest of the night around the adults, telling them what had happened.

The next day, you spent all day thinking. Void wasn't going to leave you alone until he got what he wanted, there was no escape from him. You thought about what you could do, what path you would follow. Meanwhile, the window of the room was knocked once or twice.

You turned your head in that direction with fear, but you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Jonathan. You got up from the bed and opened the window for him, but Damian walked in before you did. With a relaxed attitude, he checked in as if he owned the place and sat on the chair in front of the desk.

When Jonathan came in, you closed the window and turned to them. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on patrol?" you said curiously.

Jonathan smiled widely. "Yes, but we want you to come too! Besides, there is a place called BatBurger in Gotham, we want to take you there too." he said excitedly. Then he stopped and put his hand on the back of his neck and bowed his head. "Of course, if you want to come too."

You smiled softly. "I would love that."

"Great then! Let's go." said Jonathan excitedly again.

Damian looked at him annoyed. "Idiot! She needs to get dressed!" he said scoldingly.

You giggled at them. You put on the relic and let the power flow through your body. Now that you were in your hero form, you put your hands on your hips and smiled strongly. "Let's go!"

[onmyyan]

Endless Again Love Interests

TW’S: MDNI, TW BLOOD IN RAVENS PICTURE, This story will contain YANDERE themes and behavior including but not limited to kidnapping, manipulation, conspiracy, obsessive behavior, murder, eventual Smut, and much more, if that ain't your cup of tea don't drink it ❤️ I can't wait for this story. BELOW KEEP READING LINE ARE LOVE INTERESTS

YANDERE VARIOUS DC X SCARLET WITCH!READER

Setup: All you wanted to do was get through your first year at Gotham University with your head still attached to your body, but you had the sinking feeling your wish for a peaceful semester would be in vain. Because trouble seems to have a thing for you darling. A set of dangerously unpredictable abilities, a sketchy organization hunting you down, and more obsessed vigilantes gunning for your fine ass than you could count, made for one Endless rollercoaster of blood and lust.

DAMIAN WAYNE 21

"Our fate has been carved in stone, I'm done fighting against it."

JONATHAN KENT 21

"Your heartbeat- I can hear how scared you are- Don't worry, I won't let em' touch you."

RACHEL ROTH AKA RAVEN 21

"You're not afraid, I can feel it. (y/n), I can just be when you're around, please don't take that from me."

GARFIELD LOGAN 20

"S'not fair, I can't just sit by and watch him take you from me- he doesn't deserve you."

CONNER KENT 24

"Relax, you know I won't hurt you, just don't try and run, I might get the wrong idea."

TIM DRAKE 23

"You don't need to hide anything from me, I'm on your side no matter what."

JASON TODD 26

"Say the word and we're gone you hear me? No one would find us."

DICK GRAYSON 27

"I told you I'd protect you. Even if that means protecting you from yourself."

KORI'ANDR AKA STARFIRE 23

"Come up with me again tonight? I find the stars dull when you are away."

HARLEY QUINN 26

"Don't you worry that gorgeous brain of ya's about how I got in here, worry about what we're eatin' for date night!"

PAMELA ISLEY 30

"Careful darling- keep looking at me like that and I won't want to let you leave."

JEROME VALESKA 22

"Keep those pretty eyes on me dollface, might just save a life or two."

JEREMIAH VALESKA 22

"Behave for me pet, I can be such a good owner when properly motivated."

EDWARD NYGMA 28

"Beg me to walk away. Or live with the burden of my love."

JONATHAN CRANE 23

"Please..- show it to me- make me feel that rush once more, I'm addicted."

VICTOR ZSASZ 23

"Don't be sorry sweetheart- hurt me again. Makes me feel like you do like me."

[gulnarsultan]

Jon kent ( Superboy ) x huntress batsis reader. they are dating, how would the batfamily take it? Bruce is angry that his daughter is dating Superman's son, and Damian feels betrayed by his friend for dating his sister ?

No one reacts badly except Bruce and Damian. If Bruce hadn't interfered, Damian would have beaten Jon with kryptonite. Bruce doesn't trust these two Kryptonians at all. Damian becomes his sister's watchdog. Jon and the reader can never be alone. Other family members make fun of Bruce and Famian about it. It will take a long time for Damian to forgive Jon. Damian threatens Jonu not to hurt his sister.

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

One in Eleven Million (final chapter)

damian wayne x reader x jon kent

(A/N): And we have reached the end! Thank you to everyone who has been following this story and I hope the ending was worth the wait. I also wrote at least some of this and the last chapter while delayed at a train station/on the train so any offhand references I make to either of those things are because of the haha.

And happy new year!

Series masterlist can be found here.

warnings: anxiety, train stations, small amount of cursing

wc: ~1400

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Jon blinked awake to Damian tapping him on the shoulder. 

“Huh?” 

“We’re almost there,” he said, nodding out the window. Outside, the scenery had changed from the green of Pennsylvania to the cloudy skyscraper city of Gotham. “Alfred’s meeting us at the station. I’ve already asked and he’ll drive them home if they’re comfortable.” 

Jon looked over at you. He couldn’t remember if you or he had fallen asleep first, but he felt privileged that you did at all. Sure, some of it might have been the exhaustion of the last day, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t have fallen asleep if you didn’t trust them to be there and wake you up. Based on your complaints about the station there, there was no way you wanted to end up in Newark. Or New York. 

Jon shook you gently. You opened your eyes, confused, then sat quickly upright. 

“Shit, I fell asleep? I didn’t mean to.”

“If it’s any consolation, so did I,” Jon shrugged. 

“I didn’t mean to miss the last hour,” you argued. 

“Last hour of what?” Damian stood up in the aisle, pulling Jon’s carry-on out from where he’d tucked it in. Jon grabbed his backpack then helped you pull your suitcase upright. 

“Of—thanks Jon—of time left with you guys.” You winced. Maybe that was too honest. Tugging your backpack over your shoulders, you followed Jon towards the exit at the end of the car. Damian stopped at the car door. You braced yourself with your suitcase to avoid toppling over as the train shuddered on the tracks. It really did feel like the plane turbulence from earlier. 

“This stop, Gotham Station,” the loudspeaker declared. One thing airplanes have going for them, you thought, better sound systems. The train’s announcements were barely audible. “Doors will open on the right side of the train. Please watch your step.” Anything further was indecipherable under the burbling of the speaker. 

“Wait, why did you say the last hour?” Jon asked as the three of you took the escalator up to the station's main area. 

“I have no idea how to contact you after this.” You pulled your suitcase over the lip of the escalator with a tug and continued on. Despite the amount of public transportation you’ve taken, Damian seemed to know the station better than you. You followed him as he weaved through the groups of people sprinkled around the area, Jon right behind. 

Damian stopped just outside a side entrance, and you moved around to his other side to avoid blocking the door. Jon followed. 

“We do all have phone numbers,” Damian suggested pulling out his phone. You assumed he was texting whoever was picking up him and Jon. 

“Oh, duh!” 

Jon’s excitement made you smile. The thought had crossed your mind earlier, but you’d dismissed it as a non-starter. You felt a little silly for that now. 

Jon’s phone was already open to a new contact sheet when he handed it to you. You weren’t sure if you’d ever actually given them your last name or if they remembered ever seeing it on your train ticket or boarding pass, but there was bound to be someone between Gotham and Metropolis that shared your first name, so you added it in anyway. Jon took it back from you and started typing. 

Your phone buzzed straightaway. You pulled it out of your pocket, smiling. 

“hi :)” the first message read. It was sent to you and a third number. Then “it’s jon”

“Huh,” you mused, reading it. “I’ve never seen anyone spell it like that before. That’s cool.”

You unlocked your phone, opened it to the group chat, and held it out to Damian. 

“Would you mind? So I don’t misspell your name?”

Damian muttered an assent and took it from you. He returned it with both contacts filled out. 

“Oh, great, thanks.” You chuckled at Jon’s contact. The name, instead of the Jon offered by the initial text, had been filled out as “Jonathan Kent.” Damian’s name, you were proud to say, was spelled the way you imagined it was. The last name was a funny coincidence, you thought, considering he lived in Gotham. 

“Wayne?” You asked, about to make a teasing joke. 

“Like Bruce Wayne, yes.” Damian said, carefully watching your reaction. 

“Like ‘Wayne Enterprises’ Wayne?” He nodded. “Holy shit. Wow, okay, I didn’t expect that. Wow.” You couldn’t read the expression on his face. Some part of you wondered if he was waiting for you to make a comment about his money or his father. 

“Why did you take the train with me?” You asked instead. The concrete was rough beneath your shoes, a noticeable contrast from the smoothness of airport flooring. “You could have easily had someone pick you up. Pick both of you up. So why–?” 

“Because we wanted to,” Jon answered simply. 

“I am not in the habit of making,” Damian hesitated, “friends and then leaving them behind.” 

“Yeah,” Your heart thudded loudly in your chest. “I’m glad we agree on that.” 

An unfamiliar black car pulled up beside you. You took a couple steps back. It was nice, but anything unfamiliar, nice or not, wasn’t worth the risk. 

Damian, on the other hand, moved in closer. He opened the passenger door and said something to the driver then turned back towards you. 

“Do you want us to drop you off at home?”

You hesitated for a moment. Jon was looking hopefully at you. Damian’s “friends” echoed in your head. 

“Yeah,” you agreed. “That would be great.” 

Jon’s face split into a grin. The corner of Damian’s lips quirked up. There was some warm feeling in your chest at the fact that you caught it. You smiled back. 

Alfred Pennyworth, as you learned his name was, stopped the car right outside of your building less than thirty minutes later. 

“I’ll get your suitcase,” Jon offered, hopping out of the car as you collected the rest of your things. 

“Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth.” 

“You are very welcome,” he answered. 

You shut the door behind you, now face to face with Jon. 

“Is a hug okay?” You asked him. “I’m not sure if that’s a thing you do but-“

Jon gives good hugs, you decided immediately. You could feel the weight and warmth of his arms where they circled your shoulders. 

“I’ll text you, okay?” He let go, hands moving to shove in his pockets. “I’ll take a picture of Metropolis when I get home and send it.” 

You smiled at him; there was something concrete to look forward to. Damian came around the back of the car. 

“You’re not a hug person, right?” You asked him. He shrugged. 

“Only for certain people.” 

You nodded, oddly disappointed. Damian opened his arms. 

“Are you sure?” You asked him. He nodded and you let him set the pace, tightening your grip only when he did. Damian was a good hugger too, you realized. You wondered if the older brother you heard of hours ago on the plane and Jon both had something to do with that. 

“You guys know where I live now,” you adjusted your backpack over your shoulder and pulled up the handle on your suitcase. “So come visit sometime, okay?” Your gaze wandered over to Jon. “Well if you’re in town, I guess. Metropolis isn’t exactly walking distance.” 

Jon chuckled. 

“I’m here pretty often.”

Damian scoffed a quiet laugh. 

“We will. And keep in touch.”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “You guys too.”

You gave a final wave before heading into your building. A cloud of melancholy followed you inside. You ignored it, pulling dirty clothes from your suitcase to toss in the hamper before heading to take a shower. 

Hair dripping but finally clean, you flopped onto your bed, reaching for your phone. Three messages were waiting for you. You answered the one from your parent, asking if you’d gotten home safe. The second was an email. You’d deal with that later, after you got some sleep. The third was a picture from Damian. 

He didn’t even make it through my shower, the attached message read. On your screen, Jon was lying on a couch underneath Damian’s large dog. He was fast asleep. 

You laughed and replied, then set your phone down. A nap would definitely throw off your sleep schedule, you knew, but Gotham was nocturnal anyway. You slept the afternoon away.

[bat-stuff]

Oddly specific Headcanons I have for Jon Kent

Jon is aged up to between 15-17, roughly in this area

Being a retired farm boy Jon has this midwestern/southern accent that only really appears when he's upset

For example, when he's really emotional about something he'll start slurring his words into "yall" or some other southern slang

Personally I headcanon he would call Lois "mama" instead of "mom" no matter what age he is

I have a hunch that he doesn't like to sweat. He doesn't mind getting dirty with farm work or any other type of down-in-the-mud thing, but the moment he starts to sweat a little too much he'll speed up whatever he's doing and will just be a little disgusted with the sticky feeling

This also goes along with him being a very clean boy

He gets annoyed fairly easily (Damian's kind of rubbed off on him) by rude/mean people

He doesn't tolerate bullies even a little bit

He has a tendency to throw/slam things when he's angry (sometimes people, we've all seen the panels where he throws Damian into walls)

That being said, he has great control of his super-strength, but he relieves tension by physical force

Lois offers him up to neighborhood girls to walk them home from school or some event

It's like "Here, have my son. Let him walk you home, dear. "

That being said, Jon is very much a Mama’s boy and if he thinks Lois wouldn't like someone he's probably not going to be associated with them

Wears jeans religiously and definitely hates sweatpants

Loves sweatshirts and big coats and shirts but loathes sweatpants

He feels naked and it just makes him uncomfy

He hates tight t-shirts and tanktops, he'd rather die than wear them

Somehow still tolerates his suit tho, he says it's "who I have to be for the people"

Because of Colin, has a bad habit of cussing at minor inconveniences

"Jesus christ goddammit, why is the toaster cord melted? Kon, this is the second time this week, man. Pull yourself the fuck together"

But when there's an actual situation that is deserving of colorful language he uses the most creative replacements

"Klarion took Damian hostage? That KFC finger licker is going to get blended!" Or something like this

If Damian uses a word he doesn't understand he'll just stare at him like a deer in headlights

Jon and Dami have this like twin telepathy ability to always know what the other wants and it pisses Colin and Billy off so much

They just look at each other and are like "yeah I know what you mean, I think that's going to be the best approach to the situation"

He gives me DECA vibes honestly. Or he'd be in speech and do Entertainment or Persuasive.

Definitely is in journalism for his parents' sake, even if it makes him die a little inside everytime someone asks him if he wants to be a journalist

Probably wants to go into biology or heath sciences

[influenzalake]

'Hold on, I got this' - Chronically Ill Reader x Damian and Jon

Summary: reader is no stranger to sickness, they are chronically Ill and a little on the fragile side. There is an emergency across town in Metropolis, but Jonathan and Damian are stuck in school. They need a distraction before the school goes into lockdown, this time reader comes to the rescue

Y/N knows about the boys' heroism and the boys' know about Y/N medical history

TW: illnesses, syncope / fainting, mentions of food and eating schedules

gender neutral reader

- - - 

Metropolis is under attack, yet again. 

West-Reeve School is going into lockdown, yet again. 

At West-Reeve, safety is a top priority and each threat is given the same amount of response and attention as the next. Security is deployed, faculty are delegated, and students are confined. *ahem*  Directed toward the safety-bunkers for their protection. 

For their residents Robin and Superboy, all this organization and control is a problem. Their school takes names AND witnesses. Their alarms are buzzing in their pockets and brains about how many civilians are in the red zone, how little time left there is, and how they are not responding. They need OUT. 

Jon and Damian meet up for roll call and are visibly worked up. This is nothing strange considering the circumstances, but their anxieties are for completely different reasons than their peers.

"What are we going to DO? I can hear all the screaming!", Jon says. 

"I'm not sure yet, I am devising a plan to escape through the school vents and make an excuse we went with the wrong class group.", Damian answers. 

"I thought we did that last time! Our escapades are starting to add up, we need something fast."

Y/N finds them in their group as every student from each grade level is corralled in the gym before being separated one by one for roll call. After roll call, they go under. If they can't get out before then, more lives are at stake. 

"Hey guys- ohh...   Is it that bad?", Y/N quickly notices their expressions.

"YES it is that bad. We need to get out of this damn school. I'll give it 2 more minutes before I conclude we must fake our deaths."

"Damian, do we have to go that far? I have a baseball game this Friday! I can't miss that!!"

"Wait, you two need an escape plan? For superhero business?", Y/N questions.

"Yes Y/N, yes we do. Such excellent detective work.", Damian states dryly while rolling his eyes. 

Y/N takes a few seconds, then looks at their watch. Heart Rate is in the 60s, but they haven't checked or reported their blood pressure in a while... when was the last time they had a snack? 

Y/N makes their decision before Jon or Damian.

They get their attention and go,

"Hold up, I got this."

Y/N begins hyperventilating, taking huge breaths with no time in between then starts going faster and faster. They start turning red in the face and a familiar kind of tingling starts at the end of their fingertips. Their vision becomes clouded with dark and light spots and right before they lose sight, they hold their breath with everything they can and hinge forward. 

Damian understands the assignment and immediately goes into character. Jon follows suit and starts screaming at the top of his lungs to make way. They both start holding up Y/N by the shoulders dragging them across the gymnasium floor. They make a beeline to the Nurse's Office, silently thanking Y/N for their ticket out. They make the excuse that all the chaos and stress got to Y/N before they passed out. They tell the nurse they will stay with Y/N for support and the school nurse reports their attendance to the administrators.  

~

Hours later, Y/N is still at the school nurse's office, waiting to be signed out for the day. This time though, Y/N doesn't hold their breath. It takes forever for students to get home post-lockdown due to the strict sign in-sign out policy. There is a line wrapping around the building of parents and guardians waiting to be scanned and checked to take their child home.  

They're watching a news report on channel 3 about how Intergang was taken down by the heroic efforts of the Justice League. As the footage rolls, Y/N sees Robin and Superboy in the frame and smiles softly. 

At knock at the door snaps them out of focus,

"Y/N, your mom is here!"

"Thank you Miss Robinson!"

Y/N puts down their fruit cup and disconnects the monitors. They carefully stand up and starts cleaning their area before their phone lights up.

"Thank you, Y/N. Wishing you the best recovery." 

"Thanks for the distraction Y/N! Hope you're doing okay :)"

Two texts from two friends. 

"No problem"

And Y/N goes home.

- - - 

* inspired by my many Stood Up Too Fast and Almost Met Jesus moments 

* do not try this at home

*do not try this at home, please- do NOT try this at home

- - -

@jejji45

[damianwaynesbelovedsposts]

prompt list 

requests or open!

1: “i think i might be in love with you”

2: Saying something flirty mid-fight which catches them off guard, giving you the perfect oppurtunity to strike

3: "I won't go easy on you" and "I don't want you to"

4: "Didn't know you liked being pinned to the ground this much"

5: “Do you want me to slow down for you?” 

6: “I can keep going.” 

7: “I fucking hate you.”

8: “Oh, fuck. say that again.” 

9: "hold my hand" and "absolutely not"

10: "Oh, come on! Don't act like you care!"

11: Never do that again. Please"

12: "Say it, you love me."

13: "Because I want to hear it from that pretty mouth of yours."

14: "Please don't push me away, I love you."

15: "What if someone sees us?"

16: "But I don't care about what anyone else thinks”

17: "You're not my dirty little secret. And I never want you to think that."

18: "We should kiss, Right now."

19: "I have a key, it's not breaking an entering,"

20: "who's apartment are we in?"

21: "Shh! They’ll hear us!"

22: "Get behind me"

23: “Come over here and make me.”

24: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

25: “Your mouth says you don’t like me but the way you stare at me tells me everything I need to know.” 

you can also make up something an request it if you’d like<3

[rapz-rites]

Works

Last Updated: November 20, 2023

💚=Damian Wayne

💙=Jon Kent

Rough Sketches 💚 by @glittering-moonlillie

(Request I made before the start of my account)

You knew all along that it was a bad idea to bring that dreaded sketchbook to his house, so why were you surprised to find out that things, indeed, went wrong.

My Work

Family Time 💚

Meeting Damian’s family for the first time and getting close to them

Demon Spawns Pt 2 💚

Yours and Damian’s future kids come to the past

Best Friends and Girlfriends 💚

(Requested)

Why were the Batboys surprised to find out you and Damian were dating? Aren’t they supposed to be great detectives?

Cats 💚

What happens when you and Damian get turned into cats for a day

Goldfish 💚

(Requested)

You and Damian go grocery shopping together for the first time.

Oh Baby Pt 2 💚

(Requested)

You’re not telling Damian something, and he thinks it’s that you're cheating

They All Know Now 💚

That Batfam finds out Damian has a gf, but not from Damian.

Cutie 💙

You meet Jon Kent for the first time, oh and Damian is there too.

Hearts 💚

You and your soulamte can feel eachothers heartbeats

Ma Belle Cherie 💚

(Requested)

If someone was to look up a bookworm a picture of you would appear. 3 times you chose your books over Damian. 1 time Damian was your only priority (yes Damian is a priority, but not without a good book in hand)

Type 💚

You can't type to save your life

Demon Daughter 💚

(Requested... sort of)

Time traveling is tricky. That's why your daughter came home early. 20 years too early

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Brother's best friend

Y/N Kent and their family are spending the summer on their grandparent's farm in Kansas. The Wayne family just so happens to be joining them. What happens after Y/N meets their brothers best friend, Damian Wayne?

Damian Al-Ghul/Wayne x Super!Reader.

DC Masterlist

Chapter one

[theyluvlyss]

/ᐠ-˕-マ~ master list for...

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 !

《 ♡ 》 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 (but only as robin/from teen titans)

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚����𝐧𝐞

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭

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《 ♡ 》 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

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《 ♡ 》 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲)

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《 ♡ 》 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞

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《 ♡ 》 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

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《 ♡ 》 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 (past and present day)

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : [active] [hiatus] [offline]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : [open] [closed]

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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

whatever is here is who I write for, but that doesn't limit me from making content about anyone else :). a.k.a if you asked me for some jason todd profile pictures, I'll deliver ♡.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞