#damian wayne x yn

[bat-stuff]

Bruce to Y/n: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Young Dick: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER!?!??!?!

[randomperson3736]

Cooking skills

Paring(s): Jason todd x reader, Roy harper x reader, Batboys x reader

Genre: fluff, comedy

Warning(s): bad cooking, Jason beating people up, screaming, pet names

Word bank: Y/N- your name

Summary: You were great at everything expect one thing— cooking.

"Woah, this tastes sooo good, babe. Your cooking skills have improved since the last time" Jason, your boyfriend, lied to make you happy and too see that adorable smile on your face.

His smile twitched slightly after tasting the cake you made; he seemed almost like he wanted to cry. He then glared at Roy and his brothers who were also tasting the cake

"Swallow it" Jason mouthed silently when you weren't looking,giving them a death stare.

The boys forced themselves to swallow, choking on the cake you made. "Yummy" Dick said, with a forced smile as Jason looked at him.

"Of course I'm not lying, honey! I love your cooking. The way you've tried so hard to impress me... it's super cute, babe" Jason smiled, giving you a small kiss on the cheek.

"....S-sorry, Y/N... but it's not that good..." Roy said as he choked on another piece of cake. "....y-yeah, I'm gonna have to agree with Roy on this... sorry Y/N..." Tim said, quietly avoiding Jason's eyes.

Jason's eyes flared up. "So, now I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson..." Jason looked at his best friend and brother with a stern look.

The other boys had their expressions turned from shocked to confused in an instant. Jason looked from his best friend to his brothers to you. "Babe, could you leave the room for a minute? I don't want you to get scared from what I'm about to do...."

Jason took your hand and led you outside. He closed the door to the room,turning to face you. "Don't be scared, honey. I won't hurt you,okay? Their gonna get a lesson of a life time" Jason's features hardened,his gaze becoming cold and uncompromising.

In the room, you heard loud banging and clanging, followed by Tim, Roy and dick screaming loudly. All their screams fell silent all of a sudden...

Jason opened the room door and stepped out. He fixed his jacket and moved his hair out of his face. "It's all done now, babe"

[nylpad]

SHADOWS AND DREAMS

Warnings: none (I think)

In the shadowed alleys of Gotham, where secrets and dangers lurk in equal measure, there lived a young man named Damian Wayne. Heir to the Wayne legacy, Damian was more accustomed to the life of a vigilante than the trivialities of teenage romance. His nights were spent patrolling the streets, his mind focused on justice, not love.

Y/N was a newcomer to Gotham, her presence a mystery wrapped in an enigma. She moved through the city like a whisper, her origins unknown, her purpose concealed. To Damian, she was just another citizen of Gotham, perhaps in need of protection, but nothing more.

Their paths crossed during a rare moment of peace, atop the gargoyle-studded rooftops. Y/N, with her keen observation, had noticed the young Wayne and his nightly escapades. She approached him not with fear, but with curiosity, a trait that piqued Damian's interest despite himself.

As the son of Batman, Damian was trained to trust no one, yet there was something about Y/N that disarmed him. She didn't flinch at the sight of his combat gear, nor did she swoon over his family's wealth. Instead, she challenged him with her intellect, her laughter echoing against the backdrop of the city's chaos.

In the weeks that followed, Damian found himself drawn to Y/N's resilience and wit. She wasn't just another face in the crowd; she was a beacon of light in Gotham's perpetual darkness. Her strength reminded him of his own, yet her compassion opened doors he thought were forever closed.

One evening, as the city bathed in the glow of the Bat-Signal, Y/N shared a poem she had written. It spoke of finding beauty in the unexpected, of love blossoming in the midst of turmoil. Damian listened, his guarded heart resonating with every word.

He had been raised to be a warrior, a defender, not a lover. Yet, as he stood beside Y/N, the city sprawling beneath them, he realized that she had become his confidant, his ally, his unexpected solace.

"I didn't care for you when we first met," Damian confessed, his voice barely above the hum of the city. "But now, you've become someone I can't ignore. You've shown me that even in Gotham, there's room for something more."

Y/N smiled, her eyes reflecting the night sky, and in that moment, Damian Wayne, the boy trained to be a hero, understood the true power of connection. For in a city that never sleeps, he had found a reason to dream.

[toecrust69]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests but if you are, can I ask for one, Batfam x vigilante!male!reader (or gn, idc) The reader is a teen (younger than Tim and older than Damian). He’s like super smart and knows martial arts and is a total badass. The bat family has been trying to catch him for a year now. The reader just stopped a drug dealing, near the docks and was about to go back to patrolling but nightwing and Robin show up. They fight for a bit and robin kicks the reader in the water. The reader is exhausted too and passes out. Nightwing sees the reader not coming back up and dives in and rescues him. They take him back to the bat cave, put him in like a cell and the batfam starts questioning him. They find out he’s a kid and a orphan and ALSO knows who they are, bruce decides to adopt him (the reader and Robin not wanting that) but Bruce says something like since the readers just a kid and he already knows their identity, might as well adopt him and keep a eye on him. Thank youuuuu, I hope you can do this! Sorry if it’s a bit much <3

Super Cool Title

Tw: profanity but honestly who cares, bad writing, bad fight scenes

Authors note: don't worry about it at all! I hope u enjoy <3 Also, the reader is gender-neutral so I'm gonna try my best to not use any pronouns. Please let me know if you find any mistakes and I will fix them as soon as possible. Also, I changed some stuff up, so I hope you don't mind.

Enjoy!

The harsh wind hit you as you jumped from rooftop to rooftop.

You'd occasionally go down if you ever heard a noise, but so far, you haven't.

It was a quiet night.

Quiet nights weren't common in Gotham, but every time there was one, something happened by the end of it.

You didn't know if it was some sort if curse put on Gotham but you honestly wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

You landed on a bridge overlooking a river, but you must be been too deep in thought to notice the loud thud behind you.

You did, however, hear the familiar voice of Robin behind you.

"ow," he hissed.

You whipped your head back to look at him and saw him there, on the ground, holding his knee to his chest.

You stifled a laugh as you crochet down in front of him, but still a few feet apart.

"What's wrong?" you began mockingly, "I thought Robins could fly, so why did you fall?".

"Fuck you," he hissed through gritted teeth.

You rolled your eyes and stared patiently at him, waiting for him to give up and ask for help.

He sensed your heavy gaze on him and glanced up at you.

"What" he demanded— rather aggressively might I add— but you decided to ignore it.

You pretended to pick at your nails then said; "oh, nothing much... Just waiting for you to swallow your pride and ask me for some much-needed help."

You smirked when his glare hardened, clearly annoyed.

He clearly wasn't giving up any time soon, so you decided to take manors into your own hands.

Standing up, you fished a mini med kit from your pockets and walked towards him.

He didn't seem to notice you until you were crouched down in front of him —closer this time— examining his seemingly hurt ankle.

He squirmed in your touch and yelled profanities at you as you tried to calm him down and keep him still.

"What do you think you're doing!? Let go of me you mo-"

"Shut up!" your voice was stern which seemed to help him follow your orders. "Stop moving so much— I can barely see what's wrong"

A quiet moment passed and soon you were bandaging his ankle.

"Why are you here, anyway?" you asked. "Still trying to catch me?" you teased with a smirk as you finished wrapping his ankle.

It wasn't a secret that Batman and his family had been trying to catch you for a little over a year now; there had been many articles written about the latest fight between you and Batman.

And, you guessed it, Batman never won.

*sigh*, you're just too cool for your own good...

A mischievous smirk graced his lips as he spoke, "Yes, was it too obvious?".

Before you could process what he was saying, he was launching himself at you and you were on the ground with him hovering only inches above you.

He raised his fists to punch you, but you caught it before it got the chance to.

Kicking him off of you, you stood up and watched as he struggled to do the same.

Your breaths were heavy and you brought your fists and guard down.

You couldn't help but feel bad for the kid. He was still young— younger than you. You know what it feels like to–

Suddenly, you were pushed to the ground, again, with somebody hovering atop you.

The fall was so hard that it knocked the air out of your lungs, but you still managed to crane your neck up to see who it was, only to have a hand planter on your head, twisting it back to where it once was.

"You good, Robin?" ah, you recognized that voice— it was Nightwing.

He nodded his head and pointed to his bandaged ankle. "Yes, I'm okay," he pointed at you, "This imbecile here helped me out".

With his other hand, Nightwing took both of your wrists and held them together as makeshift handcuffs.

Before you could speak, Nightwing beat you to it. "Oh, is that so?" he said mockingly, "I didn't know you had it in ya. Thanks for helping him out but we gotta take you back now."

You groaned. Not this shit again, you thought.

But you weren't going to go without a fight.

He stood up, picking you up in the process. He held you flush against his back and leaned down to whisper in your ear, "You won't escape this time".

You took this position to your advantage and turned your head to face him. Before he could react, you swept your tongue over his cheek.

He stumbled back in disgust and touched his cheek with his hand. He glanced down at his hand in disgust and you took the opportunity to high kick him in the face.

He stumbled back into the ground with a groan and held his now broken and bloody nose.

You turned to face Robin who was now standing up, ready to fight.

He launched himself at you once again but you punched him in the face before he could reach you.

Dumbass, you thought.

He fell to the ground, clearly embarrassed, and you circled him before speaking.

"Say, Robin, was you falling and getting hurt all part of your plan to —unsuccessfully— catch me again?" you taunted.

His glare hardened on you but then glanced behind you.

You didn't think much of it until you realized that he was starting at something behind you.

You couldn't even turn your head fully before you felt somebody hit your back, causing you to stumble forwards.

But you fought yourself before you could fall (again), and turned to face the culprit.

There you saw Nightwing again, in a fighting position.

Fuck not agai-

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by another fight between both Nightwing and Robin.

You might've been strong when fighting with one of them, but not with two of them.

The whole thing was a blur, but all you know is that you somehow ended up tumbling down the bridge rather ungracefully.

Panting, Dick turned to Damian and saskef if he was okay.

"You good?"

"Yes", he responded through labored breaths. "Now all we have to do is bring them back and hope we don't end up getting our asses beat again".

"yeah, you gotta admit they're pretty good."

Damian nodded reluctantly in response. He glanced down at the water and then asked "Why haven't they come up yet?"

He shook his head mindlessly, still trying to catch his breath, when he realized–

"Holy shit where are they!?"

Dick frantically looked down at the water, Damian following suit.

They stared in horror as tiny air bubbles made their way up to the surface.

Before Damian could, Dick dove down into the water to get you.

The last thing you remember before blacking out was Robin— aka Damian— kicking you into the water with Nightwing— aka Dick— by his side.

Yeah, that's right, you know their identity.

You had to admit it took you a while to figure it out, but when you did, you honestly weren't that surprised.

What did surprise you, however, was how quickly you found Superman's identity.

That and how he hid it.

God, the people of Gotham can be so stupid sentimes

I mean— he had the money and the family, so why not?

Anyways, that's not important.

What is important, however, was for you to get out of here.

You had woken up about five minutes ago, but you made no move to show it.

You tried your best to gather some information on where and how you got here.

But that was easier said than done when you were put in the hospital room that was boarded off from the rest of what you assumed to be the Batcave.

Suddenly, the door opened and you heard two heavy footsteps enter the room, along with a light one.

"How do you find them?" a deep voice, who you assumed was Bruce, asked.

"This little demon spawn here kicked them into the water and they passed out", Dick explained.

"Hey!" Damian hissed. "I already said I was sorry", his voice sounded lower and a bit guilty than before.

Bruce only hummed, stepping closer to you and it took everything in you not to freak out.

He reached his hand out to brush a strand of hair from your face and you internally thanked him because that strand had been tickling and annoying you since you woke up.

"Well, they're something" he started plainly and they simply hummed in response.

The door opened and another set of step walked in.

"What did you find on them?" Bruce asked the mystery person.

"Well, they live in an orphanage not too far from here. Actually, its the same one Dick grew up in." his voice was tired, deep, and familiar... Ah! Tim, aka Red Robin

He continued, "Their mom and dad died a couple years ago in a car accident driving and left an inheritance of 3,000 dollars that they will get once they turn 18. Oh! And I think they know our identity"

What? How the fuck did he-

"How the fuck do you know that?!" Damian asked, earning a light slap from Bruce.

"Language!" he demanded and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"Oh, because they've been awake this whole time and they have a whole Google slide about us."

Fuck.

Your eyes snapped open and everybody turned to look at you.

An awkward beat passed when Dick finally broke the this atmosphere.

"I knew that".

You stood in front of the Batcomputer, arms crossed over your chest, as you watched the chaos fold right in front of you.

You changed out the hospital gown and borrowed one of Tims's old shirts that fit you like a glove.

Everybody was screaming at one another and all you did was lean back and quietly munch away on one of alfreds cookies.

His cookies were delicious and you'd gladly sell your soul for the recipe.

Speaking of Alfred, he walked up beside you with a tiny metal tray holding more cookies and gestured at you to take some more.

You gladly accepted with a small 'thank you' and he was on his way.

Jason had arrived not that long ago when he heard that they finally caught you.

He was mainly arguing with Damian and Bruce but you honestly didn't care all that much.

All you could focus on were the damn cookies.

What did catch your attention, however, was Bruce's next words.

"Why don't I just adopt them!? They already know our identity and they'd make a great addition to the family and team!" he screamed.

"Hell no" you and Damian screeched at the same time while everybody else kept quiet.

You briefly glanced at Damian only for him to look around the now quite room.

They seemed to be considering it.

Damian let out a sarcastic and breathy laugh. "There's no fucking way you're actually considering this, Father", he muttered under his breath but still loud enough for everybody to hear.

His voice was almost as small as he felt.

"For once, I agree with him" you said, pointing at him.

"Aw, look, they're both already getting along like siblings." Jadon pointed at you, "I'm gonna call you demon spawn 2.0" Jason teased and smirked.

You and Damian both snapped your heads at him and gave him the coldest glare you could muster at the same time.

Usually, Jason wouldve cowered away in fear but he was too busy laughing his ass off at the resemblance.

You both rolled your eyes and turned back to face Bruce and the others. At the same time without realizing it.

Again.

Some of them were holding back laughter while the rest had their mouth open in shock.

Damian tilted his head and you asked, "What?".

They shook their heads and went back to what they were talking about.

"Well, I don't see why not" Cass started from her spot on the table. "They already know our identity —like you said —and we could always train them to be better".

Everybody else nodded in agreement except for you and Damian, who stared in shock.

"I can't belive this-!"

"You can't be serious-!"

You and Damian spoke at the same time, causing both of you to snap your head ad glare at one another before turning your head again.

Bruce brought up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and sighed in annoyance.

He muttered random words under his breath for a moment as everybody stared at him in confusion.

He eventually snapped his head up and finally spoke; "It's final," he pointed at you, "you're getting adopted," he pointed and Damian, "and you two are getting along"

You both stared at him for a brief second, disbelief written all over your face as you began protesting rather loudly.

Bruce finally snapped and turned to look at you both. "I said it's final! You can't change my mind!" His voice was stern, and a bit scary, so you stayed quiet.

He sighed in relief once you actually shut up.

He turned his back to face you, muttering to himself again.

You leaned over to Damian and whispered, "does he do that often?".

Damian leaned in a bit too and answered, "yeah, but don't worry, you'll get used to it".

You nodded absently and straightedge your back again when Bruce turned to look at you two again

"See!" He gestured at you two, "you're already getting along well. Jason was right, now stop whining." He began walking away.

They're already making me grow white hairs, he thought

Jason dramatically gasped at his words and followed behind him. "What was that!?"

Finally! Im done! I really hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I love writing this. I'm really proud of how this turned out and I'm honestly kinda surprised that I managed to finish this quickly

-toes<3

[idkjustsupersonic]

Warnings: biting, scratching, idk wtf else i need my sleep night

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“You remind me of a cat…” You murmured into his chest.

Jason had his chin nuzzled into your hair, and his hands wrapped around you protectively.

“Oooo, do I?” He asked.

“Mhm…”

“I could be a dog y’know,” Jason said, smiling, pushing you up and biting your neck, tickling your stomach.

You laughed, gripping onto his hair, trying to bite him back.

“Jay!” You screeched, grabbing the back of his neck like a puppy trying to force him off of you.

Jason positioned you so his face was in front of yours, you exhausted from laughter.

He bit your cheek, and then quickly pulled you into a kiss. You hummed against his lips, grabbing his nipple and twisting it.

Jason yelped, pulling off of your lips and and started tickling you.

You both started laughing, your foreheads resting against each others.

“Mmm I do prefer being a cat though, even though my nails aren’t that long,” he said, scraping his nails on your slightly exposed waist.

“Hey, Jason, I need you to-“ Dick said, opening the door.

“You know what, never mind. Have fun you two.”

“No, Dick, what were you going to say?” Jason replied.

“I need you to be a bit quieter, Damian is trying to sleep.”

“Damien? Sleeping? That’s a first,” you said.

“Yep, it’s Sunday, I’m making him…” Dick groaned, he checked his watch, “Remember you two have to be out of here at 12 tomorrow because Bruce has guests or something.”

“Alright, thanks, Dickie,” Jason said.

As soon as Dick left, Jason flipped you over and started biting and sucking your slightly exposed waist, making you giggle.

“Jason, you’re going to leave marks!” You giggled.

“Ok… Ok…” he said, grinning.

Jason shuffled up, resting his face in your neck giving you soft kisses.

“I’m gonna sleep,” you said, stroking his hair.

“Okay… night night, I love you,” he murmured.

“Night, I love you too,” you whispered back, reaching for the lamp and turning it off, closing your eyes.

[yourfavoritehorseman]

Y/n: I'm really excited for the haunted house tonight!

Jason: Are you sure you can handle it?

Y/n: Of course! I love haunted houses. Anything pertaining to Halloween, really.

Jason: No, I know. It's just that, well, I can hear you running down the hallway at night after you flip off the light in the bathroom.

Y/n: ...that's not me! It's probably Damian!

Damian: *from another room* It isn't!

Y/n: Okay, yeah, I do that, but I can totally handle the haunted house tonight!

Also y/n: *jumps when the icemaker makes a noise*

Jason: Whatever you say, baby.

[cybercupidwrites]

Hi!! I want to start writing for different characters in my free time, so i guess this will be my request page just leave a comment (OR advice about writing. That would be so helpful too!)

I will NOT be writing smut because I’m terrible at it! So thats just a warning.

These are characters i could write about

Marvel (the avengers mainly):

Bucky barnes

Tony stark

Steve rodgers

Peter parker

Natasha romanoff

Bruce banner

Thor odinson

Loki laufeyson

Wanda maximoff

Pietro maximoff

Steven grant

Marc spector

Jake lockley

Scott lang

Criminal minds:

Spencer reid

Aaron hotchner

Derek morgan

Penelope garcia

Emily prentiss

Jennifer jareau

Elle greenway

The maruraders:

Remus lupin

Sirius black

James potter

Glimore girls:

Luke danes

Jess mariano

Dean forester

Tristan dugray

Dave rygalski

Lorelai gilmore

Rory gilmore

Sookie st. James

Lane kim

Friends:

Joey tribbiani

Ross geller

Chandler bing

Rachel green

Monica geller

Phoebe buffay

Mike hannigan

Teen wolf:

Stiles stilinski

Scott mccall

Issac lahey

Derek hale

Theo reaken

Liam dunbar

Malia tate

Lydia martin

Allison argent

Kira yukimura

Other characters:

Nick miller

Carl gallagher

Steve harrington

Robin buckley

Damian wayne

Dick grayson

Bruce wayne

Jason todd

Clark kent

Peeta mellark

[redhoodisms]

Your thoughts on something angsty about dick- LIKE MAYBE AN ANGSTY SCENARIO? He dances with someone else, doesn't notice you standing right there, he's leaving again- i don't know i don't have a magical mind like you do so please send help 🥲

CAN WE DANCE ! dick grayson

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: i talk a lot of shit when i’m drinking, baby. i’m known to go a little too fast

𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: dick grayson x gn! reader, angst, insecurity, mentions of an unhealthy relationship, suggestive language, cursing, mentions of drinking/alcohol, basically just me writing angst at its finest :/

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬: the way i’m lowkey concerned for everyone’s wellbeing that keeps asking me for angst fics, like i don’t remember the last time that i actually wrote something not angsty do you guys like being sad??

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.443k words

a shaky breath escaped your lips as you glanced down at your watch, watching the tiny hand of the clock keep ticking around to represent the seconds that would turn into minutes, minutes that would turn into hours. your hands reached over to grasp the glass cup that was in front of you, feeling the champagne fall down your throat as you took a sip while your eyes gazed back and forth, flickering through what felt like millions of people in one room. yet he wasn’t there.

the champagne swayed back and forth inside the glass cup like it was a rising tide that was ready to spill out from the glass and onto your clothes. had it not been that your eyes took note of your shaky hands, maybe you wouldn’t have even noticed. your heart fluttered, and not in the way it would when you would gaze into his eyes, more like the same fluttery feeling when you knew that he was going to be late, when you were wondering when he was going to show up, when he was leaving you to second guess everything. 

“c’mon grayson,” you muttered under your breath as you pulled out your phone. no texts, no missed calls, nothing. 

the empty promise lurched itself into your throat as you patiently waited for his arrival. the maybes, the what-if’s lurched inside your mind like they were supposed to be some hopeful abyss for you to sink in. and yet, gazing at the couples on the dance floor, the pairs chatting amongst themselves at their tables, you knew it was too good to be true.

stumbling out in what seemed to be a miracle, was him. dick grayson. the one and only. glancing down at your watch did you feel the air of a scowl escape your lips. three hours late, three fucking hours. 

your eyes glued onto him as you watched those tantalizing lips, the ones that you would spend nights kissing, blossom into a smile as he maneuvered around the crowd. shaking hands, saying his hellos and how are you’s. not once did those eyes of him shift, turning around for the very person who invited him to this gala. and when a woman with long locks of blonde hair, her nails trailing up on his arm, whispered in his ear, her eyes gazing at the dance floor, he broke into a grin and said yes.

this event is what some people would call the final straw, the last nerve that had popped. but watching that lady, that seductive lady ask him “can we dance?” it wasn’t some taunt or jeer, not some vein that was going to burst leading you to bleed. it was more like the bottle of champagne that you were now chugging down, hoping that the alcohol could stitch up the wounds that had torn your heart into broken flesh.

how could he do this? did anything ever mean anything? did those kisses, those intertwined hands as you moaned into his skin, as he panted that he loved you, did they mean anything?

his happy countenance seemed to suggest otherwise. those eyes looked like they had never been happier as he danced with that woman and where his hands were placed on her body, it made it seem like she had everything you lacked. words penetrated your mind like rocks as with each twirl that smirk on his lips haunted your mind. was he even happy with you? were you even good enough for someone like him?

gripping the fabrics of your clothes you hitched your breath as you tried to muster every ounce of courage to look away from him. but the faint tear that trickled down your cheek suggested otherwise. screw it, there was no point going to this event if your date was off dancing with other women. you knew that dick was polite, hell he could part the crowd like the red sea with his charisma. and perhaps that was his downfall, because you always had second thoughts. 

and seeing his hands sliding down past her waist only confirmed those horrible thoughts that your mind plagued you with. 

getting up from your seat, you stumbled your way out onto the dance floor. perhaps having one too many glasses on champagne was the reason why you felt the need to push past so many sweaty people who were ruining their expensive clothes on the dance floor, or why you were making closer. closer to him.

the alcohol must have kicked in by now, because there was no way in hell if you were sober that you would have brushed past that woman with such force that she almost fell back from the impact. that’s if, if dick hadn’t caught her.

“hey, watch where you’re going—”

—his voice trailed as his eyes locked with you. widened, like he had been caught in the act like there was no way, no reason, no excuse to get himself out of this one. the narrow stare you reflected back at him, behind it, full of betrayal, hurt and shame that you had spent hours of your heart dedicated to that man. who was shocked that he was caught, not because of what he did.

“y/n,” he breathed as he let go of the woman’s “waist” reaching out to touch you by the arm. “what bullshit of an excuse are you going to try to come up with this time?” you scoffed while pulling your arm away from his grasp.

shit that felt good. walking past him, it felt like for once you finally had your leverage against him. how many times had dick made it feel like you were the one in the wrong, how many times did you cry back for forgiveness, how many times did you watch him gaze at other people who looked better than you? making you rot into this never-ending pit of insecure thoughts. and it was finally coming to an end.

“we need to talk,” 

there it was, that assertive voice that felt like a thunder about to turn into a storm. you felt his grip on your arm again, whirling around his eyes were stirring, like a plan had formulated in his mind and he was trying to make sure to win you back again. no, not this time.

“talk? what's there to talk about, dick?” you scoffed as a tiny smirk touched your lips as you gazed up into his eyes. “you had me waiting hours and as soon as you show up you go groping some random woman’s ass while i’m waiting,” you started as you poked a finger in his chest.

“i can explain,” 

“explain? explain what? how i’ve been stuck sitting and waiting, wondering when my boyfriend is going to show when newsflash! he’s dancing off with someone else, placing his hands on her body knowing that he’s in a fucking relationship,” the words rolled off your tongue like butter, the alcohol had finally let you say the words that you were trying to shove down your throat for so long.

“you don’t mean that, you’re drunk, y/n. i’m here, i’ve been looking for you, i wasn’t dancing with anyone,” 

“oh, so because i’m drunk i’m seeing things. i’m sick and tired of you gaslighting me, dick. i’m sick of seeing you gaze at people prettier than me like you know i can never amount to what they have. i’m sick of how you treat me like a piece of garbage. and i don’t give a shit that it’s the alcohol that’s taking over my tongue. they say that you’re more honest drunk than sober,” you snapped as you shot him an icy glare.

“i’m done. i’m done trying so hard only for you to never look in my direction. did you even love me?” you asked as you cocked your head to the side. 

his silence was frustrating but it was the unfortunate answer that you had to receive. dick said nothing, he didn’t answer your question. instead, he stared at you in shock, his eyes wide as if he never expected those words to come out of your mouth.

“wow,” a forced chuckle escaped your mouth as you felt the tears start fall down your cheeks. “the next time you want to be in a relationship, do it because you love them so they don’t waste their time,”

and with that, you turned on your heel, feeling your heart shatter knowing that dick grayson wouldn’t run to apologize or ask for another chance. he was going to ask someone else to dance. and it wasn’t going to be you

[redhood414]

okay so I have a idea for a Damian Wayne x reader if you are up for it (don’t worry it’s tooth rotting fluff)

say Damian is introducing yn to all of his pets and accidentally mentions Goliath his giant dragon bat pet and after hearing he has one more pet they have never met they beg him to introduce them to Goliath and he hesitantly does worrying they will freak out but instead fall’s absolutely in love with goliath and even cuddles him treating him like a puppy making Damian fall more in love with yn

or

maybe like a one shot or something where Damian and yn are trying to introduce their pets to each like Titus and yns pet meeting for the first time since their relationship is becoming more serious but the thing is yns dog is like my pet poodle, dottie, that is more calm, quiet, sweet, and gives everyone a warm and welcoming energy when meeting her, and thinks Titus is scary but then Titus does something sweet like giving yns dog a bone, a Ty of his he likes, or even saving them surprising Damian from the sweet gesture since Titus isn’t usually friendly to other dogs and yn loves Titus even more now and it ends with both dogs becoming friends and yn and Damian more in love then ever

I love this idea so much! Thanks for sharing your idea with me!

Warnings: non. Just fluff and Damian being a cutie.

Pets and love.

You and Damian have been dating for a while now. He's changed over the years as well, became a big softie towards you and very protective. Damian was the kind of lover who was only soft for you, like come on, you're not going to expect him to be soft for other people? People. Not pets. For pets he's always soft, but somehow you haven't had the chance to meet his pets.

Damian was laying with you in his bed while your head was on his chest, listening peacefully to his heartbeat while one off his hands were going through your hair and the other was on your waist. Suddenly you noticed a picture, two dogs were on it. "Hey babe?" You asked, turning your head to look up at him. Damian looked down on you and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, beloved? What is it?" He asked, not stopping with stroking your hair. "You never told me you had pets." You said, going to sit up and pointing at the picture on his desk with the dogs. "Oh, haven't I? My apologies, beloved." He sits up as well, hugging you from behind. "On the picture, those are Ace and Titus." You smiled excitedly. "Can I meet them?? Pretty, please?" You looked at him with your oh so beautiful eyes he can't say no to. He can say no to a lot off things and he's normally easy to say no to someone or something but to those eyes? No way.

So here you two were, now downstairs. "Alfred, where are Titus and Ace?" Damian asked Alfred. Alfred looked in surprise at you. "Ah, miss y/n. I didn't know you were over to visit." He smiled politely and gave a nod. You smiled back. "Damian invited me since he knows I'm in holiday for a while. To spend some quality time with him." In the corner of your eyes you could see Damian getting a pit pinky on his cheeks and you couldn't help but chuckle, kissing his cheeks. Damian cleared his throat and focused on Alfred. "So, as I was asking, do you know where they are?" "I believe master Dick and master Tim are outside, playing with them. Master Dick forced master Tim to take a break so he took Ace and Titus as an excuse." Alfred said, nodding to outside. You grinned when you heard his brothers' names. Dick and Tim were great guys. Before Damian could say anything you grabbed his hand and dragged him. "Come on!!"

When arrived outside, you could see two dogs chasing a ball and a stick. Dick encouraged one off the dogs. "Come on Ace, go fetch!!" Damian and you joined them. Tim looked at you and smiled. "Y/n, good to see you again. How are you?" Dick looked over as well with surprise and then hugged you and gave a teasing smirk at Damian who rolled his eyes. "I'm good!" You said with a smile. "Soo what's up?" Dick asked, looking at Damian. "Y/n wanted to meet my pets." At hearing Damian's name Ace rushed towards him, jumping up on Damian to give him a big lick on his cheek. Your heart melted at the sight. Damian may not be fond of people, but animals? He's the softest. Titus came also, greeting Damian as well. When they saw you, they started sniffing you and licking your hand, Titus jumped up first to try and lick your face. Damian frowned. "Titus, down." You shook your head. "It's fine!" You laughed, petting them both. "By the way, Alfred knocked something off you over today, you should really watch him." Tim said to Damian. You raised an eyebrow in confusion, the butler, knocking something over?? Dick saw your confused expression and laughed. "He means Alfred the cat." "You have a cat??" Your eyes sparkled as you looked at Damian. "Yes, I do. He's probably with the Bat-cow." Your eyes sparkled. And a cow too?! Does he have every animal alive??

In the stable when you saw the cat and the cow you couldn't keep your hands off them both. The cat purred against your leg and the cow nudged it's head against your hand to per her. "Were those all your pets, baby?" You ask Damian ask you continue patting the two animals. Damian shook his head and started too say something. "No, I have Goli-...no that's all I mean.." He cleared his throat. You can't know he has a pet dragon. It'll scare you away and of all the things in his life, you're the one thing he can't loose. "Goli...?" You encourage. Having heard a half name. But not fully yet. Damian was hesitating to tell you. "So, beloved, if I tell you this, you can't tell anyone or be scared okay?" You nod, frowning as you listen to him. "His name is Goliath. He's my dragon." Your eyes widen and you stare in surprise at him. "Your...what now?" You weren't screaming so that was good. "Yes...uh..it's a long story on how I met him. I can show you a picture though. Of him" you nod your head with excitement and lean over his shoulder to look with him at his phone. "Aw he's so cute!!" Damian tried to surpress a grin when you said that, but failed. He gave you a kiss on your cheek. Did he tell you already he loved you? Oh yes probably, why not say it anyways?

"I love you more then anything, beloved."

[sungbeam]

BIRD HUNT — series m.list

nonidol!choi line x f!reader

gotham city is a gutter running rampant with the ill, corrupt, and the insane. at times, justice and vengeance must be served by one's own hand... no matter the lengths one must go to do so.

▷ genre. bat family au, dc comics inspired, dark, vigilantes au, slow burn, ceo/billionaire au, cat woman!reader, murder mystery au, action, suspense, angst, slow burn-ish?, love square??; choi line inspired by dick grayson (csb), jason todd (cyj), and tim drake (cbg), including bruce wayne for choi minho and damian wayne for nishimura riki, inspired by 2022's The Batman ; i haven't decided who's end game yet LOL there might be multiple endings

▷ warnings (do read). vulgar language, depictions of violence, mentions of blood, usage and description of weaponry, depictions of corruption and assault, murder/death, grief turning to revenge/vengeance, no one is sane tbh, kissing, yn actually has a lot of cats; each installment will have its own warnings per the content it holds

▷ taglist. open // update schedule. whenever i remember </3

▷ total wc. tbd // each part is ~4k each

a/n: this has been one of my passion projects for so long tbh :') if this flops ... let's pray for the best!! but it's okay bc i love it too much <//3 the biggest thanks and so much love+appreciation to @loveliestfelix for being my hype woman from the beginning of this project ilysm 💖

CHOI FAMILY FILES_ unlocked.

⌕ TEASER!

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FILE_02 : BEHIND EVERY MAN

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FILE_04 : DEATH BRINGS US TOGETHER

FILE_05 : FALL WHERE THEY MAY

FILE_06 : ARMS OF AN ANGEL

FILE_07 : RED ON THE LEDGER

FILE_08 : BURN AFTER READING

...pending

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[animequeen4]

okay so I have a idea for all the Damian Wayne x reader writers

say Damian is introducing yn to all of his pets and accidentally mentions Goliath his giant dragon bat pet and after hearing he has one more pet they have never met the beg him to introduce them to Goliath and he hesitantly does worrying they will freak out but instead fall’s absolutely in love with goliath and even cuddles him treating him like a puppy making Damian fall more in love with yn

or

maybe like a one shot or something where Damian and yn are trying to introduce their pets to each like Titus and yns pet meeting for the first time since their relationship is becoming more serious but the thing is yns dog is like my pet poodle, dottie, that is more calm, quiet, sweet, and gives everyone a warm and welcoming energy when meeting her, and thinks Titus is scary but then Titus does something sweet like giving yns dog a bone, a Ty of his he likes, or even saving them surprising Damian from the sweet gesture since Titus isn’t usually friendly to other dogs and yn loves Titus even more now and it ends with both dogs becoming friends and yn and Damian more in love then ever

Ps if anyone does make this into an actual story PLEASE TAG ME!!! I would like to see what yall do and feel free to add or subtract anything you want writers thanks and happy writings 😉😊

[detectivemarvelingcomics]

Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 11]

Alternate Dimension AU TW: Language, Light Alcohol CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here] Genre: Drama, Action, Angst, Light Comedy Pairing: Batfamily & Batsis!Reader, OC x Reader YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 7.4K

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Notes: This has to be the fastest I've uploaded an update AHAHA also quick heads up I updated the OC Guide

Disclaimer: This series is originally by @fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)

2015

“I’m home,” your keys hung loosely from your hands. “Hello?” Usually, you would’ve been greeted by at least Alfred. “Timmy? Cass?” Still, no response. “Well, what the fuck,” you shrugged and trudged upstairs. The manor was unnervingly quiet today, and you knew well enough that there was something amiss. Then, finally, you heard a conversation just ahead.

“I apologize if it’s a little cramped,” Alfred remarks. You stuck your head in. “Ah, Miss (Y/N), welcome home.”

“Hey, Alfred,” you looked at the child in front of you. “Huh… they get younger every year,” you crossed your arms.

“And who the hell are you?” He snarks. “A maid?”

“Oh, and he’s feisty,” you leaned against the door frame. “What’s your story then? Orphaned? Stole tires? Figured him out?” You went down the line and counted on your hands.

“Not necessarily,” your dad walks in from behind you and you jumped in your shoes.

“Hello to you too,” you rolled your eyes.

“(Y/N), this is Damian,” your father introduces him. “He’s your brother.” Your eyes widened. You looked at Damian again and, now that you really thought of it, you could see the resemblance to older pictures of your dad.

“Half brother, I’m guessing,” you added.

“Right. This will be his home from now on, help him get adjusted,” your father places the luggage in his hands down. “But, I’m not too worried about you.”

“Huh, have you told Dick yet?”

“He got here half an hour ago.”

“Oh, well, I guess I’ll clean up whatever mess happens,” you pushed off of the door now. “It’s nice to meet you, Damian, let’s get to know each other better later once you’re finished unpacking. I know a great arcade in the city you might like,” you adjusted your backpack and crossed the hall to your room. You leaned your backpack against your desk and went straight to work. The college application deadline was fast approaching and you had to be on top of it, then exam season was also following in its heels so you had to remain vigilant of that.

“So what exactly is your role, then?” Damian’s voice came behind you. You ignored the way your heart stopped from shock and turned around after taking a deep breath. You'd never get used to being snuck up on, even after having to deal with your brothers.

“Heiress. You?”

“You? Heir to what? The Batman title?” He was seated on your bed with his arms crossed.

“Oh no, no way, heiress to Wayne Industries of course,” you corrected him. “I have no intentions of doing whatever vigilante work dad or any of you usually do,” you crossed your arms and shook your head.

“You’re pulling my leg.”

“No, sir, I am not,” you nudged your head toward the desk behind you. “Plus I have more important things to worry about.”

“So you have no formal training at all?” Damian asks with heavy skepticism.

“I mean, I have basic combat skills that I learned from Dick and Jason, but that’s about it, just enough to handle my own, but not enough to do any vigilante work,” your eyes shifted to the side in thought. “Why?”

“I find it hard to believe that anyone would pass up an opportunity to become stronger.”

“I’m stronger in my own way, thank you very much,” you rolled your eyes and turned back around to your desk. “If you need anything else, just let me know. We’re siblings so I’ll always be happy to help you out,” you opened your laptop and started typing up one of your college essays. Damian didn’t respond, and when you looked back to check on him, he was gone. “They get stranger every time too…” you mumbled right as Dick sent a text to the sibling group chat.

‘THERE’S ANOTHER ONE?!’ You chuckled and shook your head.

‘Yeah.’ Tim’s response was blunt and your heart suddenly sank. Especially when just moments later his contact name appeared across your screen. You answered without hesitation.

“Hey, Timmy, what’s up?” You asked.

“Hey, sis, are you busy right now?”

“Just working on college applications, but I have plenty of time, where are you?”

“Let’s grab a coffee together, my treat! I just want someone to talk to right now.”

“Of course, Tim, I’ll be right over, our usual spot, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll save us a table. Drive safe, (Y/N).”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m heading out now, bye!”

“See you.” He hung up first and you grabbed your things before heading out of your room. Damian, meanwhile, kicked off from the wall next to your room.

“Where are you going?” He asks. You toss him a quick glance and a shrug.

“Out, why?”

“Out to patrol, right?” He presses. You shake your head.

“Nope, I already told you, I don’t do that stuff,” you walked down the stairs and he followed.

“Not even like Gordon?”

“Uh… Mr. Gordon or Babs?” You ask.

“Barbara.”

“No, I’m not too versed in tech, not on her level at least,” you grabbed your keys. “I’d invite you to join me, but I’m meeting up with Tim so maybe next time,” you tossed them in your hand now.

“For an intel report?”

“Why are you so set on me being a vigilante? I want nothing to do with that stuff, Damian,” you turned to him now. What was so hard for him to understand that you just weren’t a fighting person?

“It’s just…” Damian stops. You realized now how small he was, he couldn’t have been older than ten. “My… our father is the Batman. My mother is Talia al Ghul and yours is Selina Kyle.” Huh, he did his research. “I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that you’re wasting your potential. Why would you choose to be ordinary when you could be extraordinary?” He asks. You hummed and crossed your arms, what a way to put your decision down and by a child no less. You didn’t know Damian well at all, you’d just met him today and here he was putting your life on blast.

“Well, I guess that’s something we’ll both find out together later, huh? I’ll see you later, Damian,” you cut the conversation off and walked down to the garage. This time, Damian didn’t follow you.

~

2022

“I’m sorry you had to come here while it’s in this state, Damian,” you grimaced. You start moving around the apartment to tidy it up at least a little, “as you can tell, we’re not usually home,” you start piling beer bottles in your arms and tossing them in the bin. “I’ll be back, their majesties call,” you said with an annoyed tone before disappearing into one of the rooms.

“It feels like I have a massive hangover,” Nixon whines as he collapses on the couch.

“I think all my ribs are broken,” Carter mutters next to him.

“It’s not a competition, boy scout,” Nixon groans. “Alex?” He looks over at him.

“Get in line,” Alex finishes up wrapping Eve’s hands with fresh bandages.

“The fact that you two can both self-heal is fucking bullshit,” Nixon cries.

“It’s actually reattachment, which is much more painful than regen,” Alex replies, “Damian, come over here, (Y/N) would kill me if she saw so much as a scratch,” he gestures to the chair and Damian sits down hesitantly. “I don’t think you remember me.”

“I don’t.”

“Blunt, much?” Nixon snickers.

“I was penpals with your sister,” he rolls the bandages over Damian’s arms. “Nothing more, we had a thousand miles between us and your sister had a reply period of two business weeks,” he rolls his eyes. “Oh, Evangeline, could you look around if we have something for the lad to eat? When was the last time he ate anything?”

“When he scarfed down my lunch two days ago,” Nixon answers.

“Has it been two days?” Alex taps his head. The time period he’s been here had gone by in a blur. He didn’t even realize it had been that long at all. Landing here on this Earth, nearly being eaten alive by god knows what, and waiting in the cold dirt floors of the regroup encampment, before finally landing here. He wondered how many people went into battle because there were only fourteen people who made it to the encampment.

“I’m not hungry,” Damian cuts in. Just thinking of the brief moment he’d seen the aftermath of the battle nearly turned his stomach inside out.

“It’s not that, Damian, look at your hands,” Alex starts opening drawers and cabinets. Damian looks down and feels his throat go dry. His hands seemed nearly transparent as if he could stick them through anything and they’d easily go through.

“Explain, now!”

“This Earth’s protective spell is rejecting you since you’re not from here, eating anything from here will bypass that spell and make it seem like you’re native,” Alex opened the fridge. One beer and one egg.

“How old are you again, Damian?” Alex asks.

“Sixteen.”

“That’s old enough,” he took the bottle and hit the cap on the counter. The cap bounced off with a quiet clink and he handed it to Damian.

“He’s a child!” Eve gasps.

“Would you like to eat a raw egg, Damian?” He asks. Damian shakes his head. “Bottoms up then,” he hands the beer bottle to him.

“Wow, you two really live like this,” Nixon groans.

“How do you still have the energy to be an asshole?” Carter asks him.

“My sister surrounded herself with idiots,” Damian says with a quarter-finished bottle of beer. Just in time for you to walk out in a cleaner uniform. You adjusted your gloves over your hand.

“Oh, you gave my baby brother a beer,” you observed. “You could’ve given him the egg, you know.”

“You broke both our pot and pan,” Alex reminds you.

“In self-defense,” you grabbed your keys off the counter. “How you holding up, kiddo, tired? Hungry?”

“Confused,” Damian watched the color return to his hands.

“Wow, you two really are siblings, huh?” Nixon asks.

“I know, you think they’re idiots, it’s fine, come on, I have to take you with me,” you nudged your head toward the door and waited for Damian to follow. “Someone already reported Damian to her majesty, she’s demanding an explanation and I have about half an hour to bullshit a good one.”

“Oh, man, she’s going to give you hell, (Y/N),” Nixon’s laugh turns into a groan of pain.

“Dumbass,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on, Damian, I’ll explain everything on the way,” you gestured for him to stand up and he did so. “Eve, do me a solid, can you warp us to the castle?”

“Of course,” she places her hand on her heart and bows slightly before waving her hand in a circular motion. A portal opens up next to her and inside Damian could see the faint traces of a regal room on the other side. 

“You head in first, Dami,” you urged him in, and, carefully, he stepped through and landed in what looked like a waiting room. He turned around and saw a distorted version of your apartment within the vortex’s walls.

“What are you going to do about him, (Y/N)?” Alex asks.

“Get him home, obviously. But not now, the royal family is watching him because some idiot reported him as a survivor,” you shook your head. “I’ll figure it out.”

“Until then, he’d going to have to act.”

“I know, that’s what I’m worried about. I'm just trying to make sure he doesn't freak out,” you said before you finally stepped through and it swirled closed. “Okay so…” you looked Damian over, “I asked his highness for a favor, you can’t go in wearing your uniform,” you brushed the ashes off of his shoulder. Then, behind you, there is a knock at the door.

“Captain? May I come in?” Calvin’s voice was only loud enough for those in the room to hear.

“Door’s open.” The prince slid in with a bundle of clothes in his hands.

“Oh, goodness, when I heard you’d brought back a child with you I didn’t think the rumors were serious,” Calvin stares at Damian for a moment longer before turning to you. “These should fit him, I think, it’s the uniform we give to the wards when they’re still training.”

“I know what these are, I usually hand them out anyway,” you shrugged. “Damian, this is His Highness the Crown Prince, Calvin Reinhart. Your Highness, this is my younger brother, Damian Wayne.”

“I see, there is a subtle aura to you both that I now understand runs in the family,” he says vaguely. You handed the clothes to Damian.

“Get changed into those, kiddo, then we’ll talk,” you nodded.

“Comfort room is just across the hall,” Calvin points in its general direction with two fingers and Damian turns to you. You just nodded your head again and he left, just barely catching the conversation behind him. “I never took you as one to pick up a ward.”

“He’s in my care for the time being and he’s interested in Knighthood.” Your voices fell silent as soon as he closed the door behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror for a brief moment, spotting the scars and the healed-over gashes as well as the bandages, before slipping on the fresher pair of clothes. He folded his tattered uniform carefully, the encircled R staring back at him as he walked back.

“We should have him complete a field test then, you know what people would say if you just let him in.” Damian walked into the rest of the conversation and you held your hand out. He placed his uniform on it and you pushed it carefully into a backpack that you handed to him after.

“Oh, of course, I’ll do it by the books,” you reassured him. “What should I expect walking in?”

“My father wants a full report on what happened, you can just ignore whatever chide remarks my mother sends your way though,” he says.

“And you?”

“I don’t have a say in any of this,” he sighs. He looks at Damian. “Wow, a perfect fit.”

“He’s as ready for this as any of those other kids are,” you crossed your arms.

“Are you sure? That test is difficult, I barely got through it,” he says.

“Yours was a formality, your highness,” you reminded him.

“Right, right,” Calvin nods with a knowing smile. “I’ll see you in the throne room, then,” he bids goodbye and closes the door quietly behind him.

“Look at you, handsome devil,” you rubbed his hair gently and leaned against the table in the room. “Alright, Damian, ready for your first mission on this new Earth?”

“Absolutely,” he straightens up.

“Mission one on the new Earth: Be good, blend in. Look, the royal family can’t know that you dropped from another Earth, okay? As far as they know we’ve all been born and raised here, very few people know about where the Brigade members came from. So, let’s get our story straight,” you leaned down and spoke in a quiet voice. Your eyes moved side to side to ensure that no one was listening. “Like usual, you are my younger brother. Our parents are living in the mountain regions and sent both of us down when we were teenagers to find livelihoods. I’m all done, but you’re just starting, I brought you in to live with me because you were interested in joining the Knight’s Order, and from today on you will be my apprentice,” you spoke in a steady voice and he nodded.

“Anything else I should know?”

“Don’t look into the eyes of the queen directly, she’ll know that you’re lying,” you told him. “Each member of the royal family has a special ability that has kept them in power. The King can crush your bones at the snap of his fingers, the Queen can know if you’re telling the truth with a simple glance at your eyes, and the Prince can throw anything and it’d reach it’s target. The presence of these innate abilities and the power to grant them is proof of royal blood,” you explained. “But, you don’t need to worry about all of that, hell, you don’t even have to worry about the practical exam coming up to enter as a Knight’s apprentice, at your skill level I’d promote you to the highest already,” you laughed shortly. “But, let me do all the talking in there, just observe, and if you notice something’s off, find a subtle way to tell me,” you stood up and he followed you out. You knew the layout of the castle already, having been here almost as many times as your own home, and finally you stood beyond two grandiose doors that stretched higher than Damian thought normal.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” he nodded his head and you opened the doors, together, you both walked into the grand throne room. Before you sat three of the most powerful people in that world and, to say the least, Damian felt the pressure in the atmosphere. It was similar to those few times when he knew his enemies out-skilled him. He found himself subconsciously moving toward you and, as if you understood, your hand pulled him closer.

“Captain,” the King spoke.

“Your Majesty,” you stopped a good distance away from the thrones, bowed your head, and put your hand to your heart. Damian followed suit.

“What is that behind you,” the Queen spat. Damian didn’t miss the annoyed look in your eyes as you looked up at the other woman.

“My younger brother, and soon to be my apprentice,” you explained.

“I see,” she relaxes into her seat. “Quite the predicament you’ve found yourself in. If he will affect your duties, dispose of him.” Damian’s fists clenched behind his back, but he said nothing.

“That won’t be a problem. You’ll soon see that he is a very capable young man.”

“Tch,” the Queen turned her nose. Damian suddenly realizes why Jason would be so pissed when he did that to him. “So he’s virtually untouchable.”

“Yes.”

“Give me news on that village,” the King cut into the conversation.

“It’s unsalvageable, Your Majesty,” You replied curtly. He shifted slightly.

“How many survivors?”

“Five…”

“Hundred?” He cut you off.

“No, your majesty. Five,” you touched your heart again. “Correction, three, not including us from the Knight’s Order.”

“My god,” the Queen shook her head. “How could your team, your special operations unit, have failed?!”

“I believe I’ve told you before, Your Majesty, there have been frequent sightings of a new and much stronger daemon in our midst. Usually, we have been able to handle these mutations, but, for reasons unknown, an entire herd of a new variant descended upon the village,” you stood your ground and continued to explain the situation, all of which Damian already knew as Eve filled him in.

“Usually?” The King’s stance straightened and the Queen’s expression grew grave.

“Father, if you’d recall, I gave you a brief report on the Brigade’s findings a few days ago,” Calvin spoke up. The King held his hand up and Calvin stopped. “Captain, you look like you’re about to say something,” he gestures toward you.

“Yes, Your Majesty, I can assure you that the Brigade has everything under control.”

“New variant?” She asks. “How long have you been dealing with these beasts before informing us?!”

“Near a year now, Your Majesty, but with much smaller variants.”

“A year?! When were you planning on reporting this?!” She shouts.

“The Brigade has had this issue under control up until now. The mutations were advancing at a slow rate until now, and thus we kept a watchful eye on them. As I said, the variant that destroyed that village is a new one. We have never seen one that advanced that far,” your voice remained firm.

It was a presence that Damian wasn’t used to. The longer he stayed here, the more he realizes how much you’ve changed. Especially now, you look just like their father. Damian’s eyes wandered to the Prince, who was silent this entire time. He was almost entirely different than when he saw him earlier, whatever warmth he thought he saw in him was replaced with a bitter coldness that matched his parents, it was almost impressive. Calvin was watching you with a strange mix of curiosity, confusion, and concern. His head rested on the palm of his hand as he tried to feign superiority, but he held a similar annoyed expression that you had, with his eyes constantly shifting to the Queen, who seemed ready to boil over with rage.

“I see,” the King tapped his foot, the sound bouncing off of the room’s walls. “Then continue doing what you’ve been doing.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Await further orders then, Captain. You are dismissed.” You bowed your head again, turned on your heel, and left, Damian following close behind with every hair at the back of his neck standing up from the stares alone.

~

“What do you mean, you can’t find him?” Dick shouts. Tim rubs his head angrily and gestures toward the screen.

“Do you see him on the radar? No? Well, neither can I!” He argues. Jason rolls his eyes.

“Stop arguing,” Bruce sighs.

“Why am I even here?” Jason grumbles. He takes his helmet. “I’m out, this is stupid. We’re wasting time using this tech, I’ll find him myself and drag him back, yeah? Maybe the kid found (Y/N) already too,” he says.

“Jason has a point, we’re getting nowhere configuring this system,” Bruce concedes.

“Jason, Bruce, wait, come on, we should make sure he’s alright, the fact that he’s not pinging here is a huge problem,” Dick reasons. Tim turns back to the bat computer and a notification pings. “Hold on, there’s some noise about a strange light in the third district, it might be something to look into.”

“Pull it up, then,” Bruce says.

“Yeah,” Tim answers. He pulls up the grainy CCTV footage, speeding through the footage to find something of interest, and once he saw the bright light he scrubbed back a few minutes, and the figure centered in it was unmistakable. They watched as Damian ran around the area, asking random people who happened to be passing by, and whatnot, then a stranger walked up to him and inaudibly told him something. Whatever he said, Damian listened carefully, before the stranger pulled out what looked similar to a pocket watch. Damian watched the pendulum move from side to side before falling to the ground. The stranger lifted him and disappeared into the alley, a bright light emitting from it, and the footage ended there.

“Shit… I should’ve known it was one of the three,” Steph frowns.

“Three?” Tim turns to her.

“You know… aliens, robots, or wizards? This has to be wizard, it’s written all over it,” she says.

“Damian was not kidnapped by wizards,” Tim drags a tired hand down his face.

“Holy shit, Damian was kidnapped by wizards?!” Jason looks up from his phone and then it was Bruce’s turn to sigh, but before the argument could continue, then a notification pings on the batcomputer and Tim was quick to navigate to it.

“Whoa… what’s that?” Jason looks at the picture on the screen.

“I think (Y/N) left it behind, I found it on her seat after I woke up,” Tim skims through the report. “Damn… no matches.”

“Looks like it belongs to a wizard,” Steph whispers, and Cass snickers.

“Wait, try cross-referencing it with the CCTV from earlier,” Dick cuts in.

“You sure?” Tim asks.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he was holding a watch.”

“It could just be a pocket watch, you know?” Jason argues.

“Who the hell carries pocket watches in the 21st century?” Steph chides.

“It’s a match!” Tim nearly jumps from his seat.

“Shit, never mind then,” Jason shrugs and Tim pulls the pocketwatch from its spot on the console. He opens it quickly.

“Take a look inside of it, I noticed that the watch face looked too peculiar,” Tim tapped it and so far, no dice. There was no reaction or movement whatsoever. Inside the watch face was a series of concentric circles that were intersected by a number of hands that extended the length of each circle’s radii.

“Yeah… uh… maybe it also reads milliseconds,” Jason hums.

“I doubt that,” Tim grimaces.

“You guys really think it’s magic?” Dick asks.

“I’m thinking more of that it could be some complicated tech that neither of us understands yet,”

And so, operation Save Damian is a go.

~

2015

“So… how’s the new kid doing?” Steph asks. You, her, Cass, and Babs sat at a cafe table, you just wanting to eat your sandwich while the three of them were extra intent on hearing the drama from you firsthand.

“Damian’s doing good, stellar, actually, like… he’s probably one of the best Robins from the get-go,” you shrugged.

“Best Robin? That’s a loaded statement,” Steph chuckled.

“I did say from the get-go. But, to be fair, Damian’s raising situation was a little different than the others.”

“Right, the al Ghuls,” Steph says with an exaggerated tone. 

“If you want to ask about Robin stuff you should ask the guys though, I’m not involved in that stuff,” you shook your head. “Like… Jesus, the kid’s only ten! I know it’s not my place to judge but… I kinda want to give him at least a bit of a childhood but he’s so…” you trailed, trying to find the right words to say.

“Bratty?” Steph asks.

“Rude?” Babs tries.

“Conceited?” Cass says before drinking her iced coffee.

“Those are a bit harsh,” you shook your head. You sighed and played with your straw for a bit. “Lonely. He seems very lonely,” you drank some of your drink, trying to ignore the hinted tension at the table now. “I don’t know… I mean, I get it, I do. He grew up to be an assassin, and he didn’t have time or the privilege to make friends, I don’t have the full story so I can’t assume, I just want him to feel comfortable,” you rest your chin on your palm.

“Takes one to know one, huh?” Cass asks.

“Yeah,” you answered absently. Then, in the blink of an eye, you smiled and shook your head. “Not that I was lonely, you know? Obviously, I had all of you, my brothers, my mom, and Alfred so I had plenty of people, and you’re all so wonderful so… I just want Damian to see that too. I get why he doesn’t want to be close with me since I’m just ordinary, but I hope at least Dick gets through to him,” you said.

“Well, Dick has a way with people so I’m sure they’ll bond somehow,” Babs nods.

“Ordinary… you’ve never used that word before,” Cass taps a finger on the table and you shook your head.

“It’s no big deal, it’s just the truth,” you shrugged. “When I first met Damian he said something interesting to me, actually,” you adjusted yourself so you were more comfortable on the metal chairs, “he brought up how our dad is Bruce Wayne, then he brought up how my mom is Selina Kyle, and he asked me why I settled to be ordinary when I could’ve been extraordinary.”

“Yeah, sis, he’s just a brat,” Steph deadpans.

“Hey now,” you shot a pointed look at her and she shrugs. “Anyway, I got to thinking about it over with Tim—”

“Aw, hell, Tim! Shit, how’d he take the news?” Steph asks. You shook your head.

“You didn’t hear it from me, but not well. Wait for him to talk to you about it though,” you told her. “But back on topic… I discussed it with Tim and he told me that of all of us, I was the most important member,” you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t buy it at first but…” you took a deep breath. “Every super family needs a civilian, right?” You finally said. Cass reached over and held your hand in hers, squeezing it with some amount of reassurance.

“You are so much more than just an ordinary civilian, (Y/N),” Steph says. “You’re our sister, through and through. Not just anyone can shut Jason up the way you do,” she adds with a short laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sure Damian is hurting right now, he needs time to open up,” Cass says.

“He’s an interesting boy, he’s so mission-driven that it surprises me,” Babs sighs. 

“Dad thinks that me taking him out is a waste,” you sighed.

“Bruce said that?” Babs masks her surprise.

“He said it in a very Bruce Wayne way, you know? I told him I’d be taking Damian with me somewhere and he would hit me with the “Again?” and ugh it just makes me angry,” you grumbled.

“Well, he was never able to control you either, so there’s probably not much he could do to stop you,” Steph says.

“Like he’d try,” you leaned back against the chair and stole a glance at your watch. “I should head back to the manor, I still have assignments,” you sighed.

“Oh, need a ride? Let’s share an Uber,” Babs says.

“Sure, yeah, how about you two?”

“I have to go on patrol,” Steph says.

“Ditto,” Cass readjusts her scarf and you nod.

“Good luck, then, stay safe,” you gave the both of them hugs before following Barbra.

“You know, (Y/N),” Barbara spoke up when you were a good distance away, “I think what you’re doing for Damian is good,” she says.

“What am I doing?”

“Giving him a chance,” she says. “You’re right, he’s still a child, even though he acts so mature, sometimes I hear a sliver of the child he is and it reminds me that normally he wouldn’t be handling these kinds of missions,” she says.

“Yeah, I always worry about him,” you shake your head.

“(Y/N), about what Tim said, he’s right, you know. You keep us in touch with our human side, I know sometimes you feel left out when you walk into our meetings, but you are an instrumental member of our family,” she continues. “Remember that, (Y/N).”

“I know, I know,” you nodded. You’d known ever since you renounced the vigilante business. The looks you got from everyone were just different, and the looks you got from people after were just as bad.

~

“Thirsty? You should drink something,” you pulled out two discs from your pocket while you and Damian walked along the castle halls. Holding the discs close together, you firmly grasped onto the handles and twisted them to open and, as you separated the discs, water gathered between them.

“Whoa…” he observes it and you hand it to him. “How do I drink this?”

“You can hold it with one hand,” you chuckled and reached over, pulling out a small sphere of water and popping it into your mouth. “We have actual water bottles, but it’s just easier to carry that around,” you said.

“Is this magic?” He copies you and pulls a small sphere of water from the middle before drinking it.

“Yup, Alex brought it from somewhere,” you answered while Damian handed the device back to you. You resealed it and put it away. “Now, today’s the entrance practical for new knights, I gotta admit that we lucked out there. Like I said earlier, I’m pretty sure you’ll pass with flying colors,” you turned him down a hallway.

“What should I expect?”

“It’s divided into two exams. The first is an obstacle course, you have to get through it within ten minutes. The second is a mock hunt, you’ll have to fight and capture a beginner-level beast,” you say. “Easy, for you, trust.” You both walked out into the training grounds, Damian shielded his eyes from the harsh sunlight while he looked around seeing knights of various backgrounds roam around. “See that building over there? The one with the green banner on it? That’s for you and the other examinees, go ahead and make yourself comfortable there for now while I meet with the others to prep the course, and, oh! One more thing Dami!”

“Yeah?”

“Be nice to the other kids, okay? Not everyone's as cool as you.” You urged him forward and you waited for him to reach the practice house before taking off yourself.

Damian opened the door cautiously, seeing boys and girls similar to his age all talking amongst themselves and preparing for the exam. 

“So the rumors are true, they let in a homeschooler?” One of the boys snarked. Damian turns to him, unamused. “Guess what, mountain boy, this exam isn’t for bumpkins like you,” he sneers.

“Oh, leave him alone, Hugo!” One of the girls grimaces. “Here, new kid, come sit with us,” she waves Damian over to a table with a few others and, remembering your words, obliges. “I’m Retta,” she introduces herself.

“Damian,” he sits next to her.

“I’m Niers!” The platinum blond boy next to him is next.

“My name’s Luciana,” the tanned girl goes next.

“And I’m Lowen,” the last boy introduces himself.

“So, is it true? You didn’t go to any of the academies?” Niers asks. Damian nods.

“Yeah, I trained… in the mountains,” he holds back a groan. Maybe you didn’t change at all, your lies were still obvious.

“That’s so crazy, I always forget there’s a whole village up there,” Niers hums. “Shoot, so you don’t know what to expect, huh?”

“I have an idea,” Damian eyes the tarts that Retta stacks on his plate.

“Eat them, they’re good for you. They have some mild stamina enhancers in them,” she smiles.

“I mean, we’ve kinda always known what the exam has,” Luciana mutters. “Lowen and I have siblings in the Knighthood already,” she says.

“Really?” Well, that’s a coincidence.

“Yeah, my older brother’s Aldryn,” Lowen says it with a slight hint of disdain. “Luci's are the twins in lab coats.”

“My older siblings! Marion'll be at the test today too, I’m so nervous,” she chews on the inside of her lip and Retta places a cookie on her plate.

“For the nerves,” she says. “No worries though, depending on how you fail you get a retest,” Retta explains.

“Is it really that difficult?” Damian asks.

“Oh, you don’t even know,” Niers shudders. “But… all of this for one reason!” He says. The four teens put their hands in the center and a blazing determination appears in their gazes. They glance at Damian, waiting for him to join in and, with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he does so.

“To meet the Captain Wayne in the flesh!” Luciana says. Damian is taken aback for a moment.

“To meet the Captain Wayne!” The other three announce. What are the odds he gets sucked into his sister’s fan club?

‘Good grief…’ he could feel his battery draining already.

“Examinees, to the exam field,” Nixon walks in holding a clipboard. He eyes Damian but makes no other attempts at acknowledgment before leaving.

“That’s our cue! Follow us, Damian, we help each other out in this group!” Retta smiles.

“And who said I was in this group?”

“We all did now go!” Niers pushes everyone forward.

Damian listened in on all the conversations on their way to the site, trying to get a general idea of what awaited him. He’d heard many different things, but if one detail was certain, it was that the beast at the end was what they called a ‘Hamig’ whatever that was. You had mentioned to him that it was a beginner-level beast, but he still remained on his guard.

But when he saw the test site, he had to hold back a laugh. And when he spotted you walking toward the group, the eye contact alone almost made you both laugh.

You were right. This was child’s play.

“Students of the 28th class, today is your practical exam to join the Knighthood. My name is Captain (Y/N) Wayne and I oversee all the affairs of the Knighthood and the Brigade. Today myself, Nixon Jones, and Carter Adara will be observing your exams and grading you. You will know if you passed or failed as soon as you complete the exam and you are allowed one retest and one only. If you fail both of those, you will be held back to the next class practical which will happen exactly a year from now. We will be conducting the first exam now, then we’ll have a break, and finally the second part. Don’t let your guard down, and impress us. Your rankings will be given to you today as well,” you instructed. “So, who’s first?” You looked among the crowd. Damian crossed his arms, the first rule of undercover was easy, don’t stand out. He would have to observe the general skill level of everyone first just in case. “Ah, a volunteer already! Let’s see if I’m remembering correctly, Hugo Gardner?” You asked. Damian’s gaze moved over to the boy who pushed his way forward.

“That’s me, I’m glad you remember,” his bravado’s unmatched.

“Right, hard to forget you,” you smiled.

“This is Hugo’s fourth time retaking the practical,” Lowen says quietly, and Damian fights back a snort. This was the kid who tried to demean him? He couldn’t wait to see him fail the course.

And fail he did. Landing face first into the mud below because he didn’t gauge how far the next platform was.

“Gardner, back to the group, you’ll be retesting after everyone completes their exam,” Carter says.

“Whatever,” Hugo spats. “See that, mountain boy?! If I could barely get through it you could kiss this title goodbye!” He laughs. Damian glares at him and you shook your head. Not yet, it was a reminder.

Then, students came and went, students passed, and students failed, and, finally, that left Damian. He had looked over everyone’s abilities enough that he could replicate it to avoid attention, he didn’t want to make this more difficult for you, at least. He had heard a range of different times already, he’d heard eight minutes, nine minutes, eleven minutes, and more and less. The best time right now was five minutes and forty-two seconds. He could complete this in two, but he knew he shouldn’t, don’t draw attention.

“You can still drop out, mountain hobo!” Hugo’s insults were obviously forced.

Aw, whatever, Damian couldn’t resist a chance to show off against people like that. So, he stood at the starting line, and once you had blown the whistle, he took off.

The first course was simple, climbing. One jump and a strategically planned landing point had him at the top in seconds. Then, where Gardner failed, the jump to the next platform. Easy, Damian didn’t have to think of it. The next section was a series of spinning columns with various protrusions, and this one took out a lot of the cohort already, but, again, easy. The trick was to see the pattern before running in, and he’d seen it so many times already. The final part stretched over a small body of water with various buoys set up. There were many strategies for this one, such that he’d seen, either use momentum at each buoy or use them as floaters. Damian decided to do neither of those and used them as platforms instead, moving with ease among each and landing at the finish line.

“Two minutes,” Nixon clicks the stopwatch, and surprised gasps and cheers followed.

“That was crazy, Damian! Why didn’t you tell us you were that good?” Niers compliments him. “Shoot, now I feel kinda embarrassed, you’re a pro!”

“We worried for no reason,” Luci's shoulders relaxed.

“Hey, check out Hugo,” Lowen grins. Hugo had begun his retest, standing at the top of the climbing tower and staring at the platform. Be good, Damian thought of those words again. After years of living with his father, of being good, maybe this new Earth was a chance to try anew.

“Hey, Gardner!” Damian shouts. Hugo glares at him. “Focus on the platform before you jump, trust your instincts! If you’d been training for this, then you can handle it,” Damian instructs. Hugo takes a deep breath and, assumably, follows Damian’s instructions and successfully lands on the platform.

“Shouldn’t we call that out,” Nixon nudges you.

“No, I don’t think I can handle watching Hugo come in another year, he’s been working hard for this. Teamwork and trust are also tenets we emphasize,” you say. You watched Hugo continue through the course with difficulty and, once he’d reached the finish, Nixon checked the stopwatch.

“Eight minutes and seven seconds,” he calls, “congrats, Hugo, you advance to the final test,” he says. Hugo stands for a moment, catching his breath, when tears finally slipped down and his friends rushed over to him, all congratulating him on his achievement.

“You did good, kid,” you nudged Damian with your clipboard and he shrugs it off.

“Whatever…” he says. You slipped a lunch bag in his hand.

“So, let’s take a break, then we’ll complete today’s exam. Everyone who didn’t pass, don’t take it to heart, use this as a learning experience to prepare for the next exam. And those who did pass, don’t let it get to your head, the second exam is much harder,” you announced, walking past Damian as if nothing had happened.

“Damian! Come over here!” Retta calls him over again and he follows while he opened the paper bag and spotted the salad and fruits inside, and beneath it a wrapped veggie burger. Then, as he sat down, Damian felt an overwhelming sense of nostalgia and, if memory served him right, then your note should be sandwiched under the fruits and bingo. He reads the note in the bag, keeping his privacy about himself as he does so.

‘Why did P stick with J? Because P is butter with J! - Big Sis’ There is no Earth where that would have been funny. But, call it instinct, he flipped the note over and lo and behold, the actual message.

‘Hey Dami, the lunch they’re serving is boar roast and, obviously, you can’t eat that, so I had my assistant run and grab you these. They might taste a little different than what you’re used to, though, just keep an open mind.’ 

Keep an open mind? Damian pulled the salad out, eyeing the purple lettuce and pink spinach.

Oh.

~

As soon as the elevator doors opened, you walked straight forward, stopping in front of the cage with the beast inside, still standing, and still looming, but still silent. You looked at it carefully, going over all the details with a new understanding.

“Hello, old friend,” you crossed your arms and the beast seemed to bow its head. Unable to speak, it raises it now, exposing the dog tags melted into its fur. You looked at the protective circles around it, stepping through them carefully to approach the cage and, just barely, you could just barely make out the name on it.

‘CK - 78’ was engraved on it. Whoever this was, they weren’t part of the Knighthood.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are,” you backed away from the cage and the beast whimpered, lowering to the ground and lying there peacefully.

“Captain,” you look over your shoulder and watch the two twin scientists enter.

“That’s the most relaxed it’s been,” Inigo speaks up.

“All day, every day, that thing snarls at me and snaps at whoever nears it. It likes you, Cap, I don’t know why though,” Marion shakes her head.

“Your guess is as good as mine, Mary,” you lied. Again, you looked at the beast, who watched you with one eye.

“Pitiful creature, if we weren’t studying it then I would’ve put it out of his misery,” Inigo shoves his hands into his lab coat pockets. “So, what can we help you with, Cap?”

“Just looking, there’s something that’s been bothering me since the last attack,” you crossed your arms. “The report said that this beast displayed an unparalleled strength, and after dealing with similar variants I can confirm that,” you looked over the beast again.

“We’ve been trying to heal the wounds too,” Marion says, “it won’t let us get close.”

“The beast is guarded, most wild beasts are,” you nodded. “Well, keep up the good work, it’s about time I proctored the second exam,” you looked at your watch.

“Damn, that time of the year already? Cut 'em some slack, Cap.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved your hand and left the room, hearing the beast stand up behind you with sounds of metal hitting the cage to prove it.

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I hope you're doing well

How would the batfam react to batsis keeping a secret in the wfa universe 🙊🙊

A/N: Hiii,my love. I'm doing good, hope Ur doing good as well 😊 thank u for Ur request and sorry it took so long.

~Batfam reacting to batsis keeping a secret~

●I feel like batsis would try and hide her bf/gf from them cus let's be honest those boys are overprotective asf.

●But sadly someone found out the secret. Mainly from stalking. (*cough*Damian*cough*)

●Dick was hurt that you didn't tell him that you have a bf/gf. But he kinda understands why you didn't tell him cus that man would go full interrogation mode and ask a lot of questions.

●Jason was pissed to say the less. That man was already packed and loaded to find your poor bf/gf. He's overprotective brother side was on full mode.

●Jason just started to show off his guns saying how he never missed a shot. And all I'm gonna say is that your poor bf/gf almost pissed their pants from that-

●Tim was shocked but didn't really show it. He wasn't as bad as Jason or Damian with the whole overprotective brother thing but he would stalk your bf/gf. Like he's gonna find out about everything that kids has done.

*But when Tim sees that your bf/gf isn't a bad person then he'll be all lay-back but he'll still threaten the kid. Basically saying that if their every hurt you that he'll end them-

●Since Damian was the first one to find out about your little secret, he'll definitely be the worse at threatening your bf/gf.

●Damian definitely had his katana on full display, just showing how if their ever hurt you,then he'll just chop them up into tiny pieces and fed them to his dog.

●Alfred already knew cus you told him. Well, technically he kinda walked in on you guys kissing-

●But other than that, he was glad that you found someone and that you were happy.

●Bruce was clam. Creepily clam.

●Deep down he knew that you would find someone, one day but he never thought it would this soon. Like your his baby girl, your not supposed to grow up so fast.

●Bruce definitely did the whole back ground check like Tim did. But when he found nothing, he was perfectly ok with it. (Not really tho)

●Over time, the batfam got used to the idea of you dating but they still did normal check ups (stalking) on your bf/gf to make sure that they didn't cheat or anything.

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Main masterlist

Damian Wayne

A mystery to unveil (SM!AU)

- After you upload a picture to make sure that every girl in Gotham knows that Damian is yours, it’s his family’s personal mission to find out who that newly found Mystery Girl is…

In the shadows

When Damian's left alone to take care of Gotham for 2 weeks, he receives help from a few vigilantes in the next town. Turns out they go to school together and make a great team.

Captured by fate

Being asked to be the photographer at the recent Wayne Gala was an amazing opportunity, meeting your soulmate Damian Wayne was not a welcome surprise.

Prom shenanigans

Damian asks the girl he tutors to prom, shenanigans follow.

Partners in justice masterlist

Summery:In his senior year of high school, Damian Wayne has to work with the new Batgirl Y/N L/N in more ways than one. Will they become friends, rivals, or more?

Ballet SMAU Masterlist

As lovely as you are

Smau Damian Wayne x reader

Jason Todd

Social media cordina

Recently fired Y/n receives a job offer from Bruce Wayne. Date Jason and run the Wayne Enterprises social media. It was better then her other idea...Featuring stalkers, awkwardness, and friends who won't let you fail at this because they're having too much fun.

Tim Drake

Moving closer master list

Summery: Tim Drake's best friend is moving back to Gotham, and the BatFam learns about her for the first time... Social Media AU

Update firewalls

Y/n a computer genius, got bored and decided to hack everything she could of Batman's. Turns out, all of his firewalls needs to be updated...

Dick Grayson

But oh..cara mía”

It’s one year after Damian’s arrival, and Yn Ln just came back from her two year long trip. Constantly perplexed by her relationship with Dick, Damian sets out to dig down deeper on who she is, what went wrong, and what will become. With the help from the batfam, let’s find out what the hell happened to Dick Grayson and Yn Ln

[kimjun]

Okay, but thoughts on Damian Wayne x happy, bubbly reader who he always thought was this weak, powerless little thing, and then he sees her fight better than anyone he’s ever seen-

Delicado | Damian x leitor

Você era a definição de adorável aos olhos de quem olhava para você. Suas roupas eram sempre adoráveis, assim como seus brincos divertidos, sempre tinham formatos diferentes, flores, corações, jujubas eram sempre diferentes. Você sempre teve o cabelo preso em formatos diferentes, sempre tinha alguma coisa enfeitando sua cabeça.

Damian always thought you were as delicate as a flower, and he was always careful with you, he was always soft even in touching your skin, the boy was afraid to hurt you. Damian worried when you found out he was Robin, he thought you would be in danger, so he trained more, he wanted to protect you. Leave danger away from you.

Helpless and cute, you've heard it many times even with your boyfriend's family. Just because you dressed in a delicate way does that make you defenseless? Everyone saw you like that and maybe it bothered you. Damian didn't say that out loud, but you knew he thought you were fragile. Your best friend Jason was the one who didn't really see you as just a helpless girl. So he was the only one who was not in shock now.

Everyone in the cave was paralyzed, no one was really blinking because the scene in front of them was something that couldn't be reality.

You the sweet yn that dressed in a lovely way, was with one of Damian's blades, but what really shocked everyone was that the blade was on Bruce Wayne's neck, a cut that was bleeding a lot, the look on his face was something that no one had ever seen. You were in front of Jason like an ounce protecting your young from a predator.

It all happened because Jason had gone after Joker, but Bruce brought him home again, and a fight started, Bruce went over to Jason to punch the boy. It was at that moment that you got into their fight, you took Damian's blade, you kicked Bruce's arm the moment he punched Jason more, you slid the blade around the neck of the man who groaned away, the tip of the blade slid into a vein in the neck. No one has ever seen Bruce freeze. But there was Batman, frozen because a girl in flower pajamas had a blade around her neck.

Bruce saw the look you had, you were really willing to wear the blade deeper in your neck. Bruce swallowed dry, he saw that no one moved, all petrified.

— You are thinking about how you are going to kill me, I can read you now.- Bruce whispers, you are still firm with the blade. — We didn't kill Yn.

— Maybe, I'm not your kids who follow your rule, Do you really believe that something as small as a rule, or a law, can stop me from protecting Jason from you?

— Love, you shouldn't play with blades.- Damian comes back to you, he runs to you.

— If you try to take this from me, your father will be dead.- you look at Damian. — You will never hurt Jason again, did you hear me? - you looked at Bruce.

— Yes.- Bruce releases the air when you throw the blade on the floor and go to Jason.

— Did you also see Damian's girlfriend threaten Bruce? - Dick whispered in shock.

— That was shocking.- Cass speaks.

— Were you really going to kill Bruce? - Jason asked, you and Damian were helping him. Damian seemed to expect an answer.

— Not in front of you, my mother taught me to do this without leaving a trace... He had many eyes on me at that moment. - Damian looked at you surprised.

— What do you mean? Did your mother teach you how to kill? - Damian chokes, he cannot believe that his helpless yn is nothing helpless.

— My mother is a black widow... Do you think she taught me what? - you laugh leaving a kiss on Damian's cheek, you went out to get first aid.

— I was also shocked when I saw her come out of adorable yn for a yn fuck.- Jason laughs at Damian's shock face.

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Requests

Need some requests lol idk what to write abt

ill do jason todd, dick grayson, tim drake and damian wayne, ill also do leon kennedy and any other characters anyone wants to suggests and ill watch the series/movie and read some fanfic to get an idea

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