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zadri · 3 years ago

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This reminds me of no.1 party anthem by arctic monkeys

And touch by cigarettes after sex😭😭🥲🥲

Need me that kind of love irl

Just One Night - Damian Wayne x Reader

request: Can you please do a fic with the tropes of fake dating and idiots in love with Damian and f!Reader please?? 2k words & and a very bold Damian Wayne. Hope you enjoy <3

"When pigs fly." you laughed.

"You know I could make that happen." Damian said with a yawn. He had asked you to accompany him through a day of press. He was under paparazzi fire for allegedly being seen with the domino mask a familiar hero was known to sport, he still claims he would never make such a mistake, the press however, says otherwise.

So in a horribly drafted redirection of attention, you got to be an arm piece to the Prince of Gotham for the day. It made sense, you two were openly close friends being the children of hugely famous Gothamites, and no stranger to the public eye, but this was a stretch.

You whined, "why are you not more upset by this? You hate these events more than I do, let alone with the added drama of a date." you watched him shift uncomfortably before replying, "father made it clear that until my name is separated from Robin, Drake is tasked with the title, and I'm benched. You know I hate to say it, but please y/n, it's just one night" and suddenly his desperate agenda became clear.

"Alright, but I come at a price," you smirked as his eyes met yours, "If we are really going to sell this, you have to be nice to me, a gentleman even, and I want McDonalds afterward, no complaints," you crossed your arms over your chest as Damian rolled his eyes at the preposition.

"Do you really think so lowly of me, my love?" he tacked on the cheesy pet name with a grimace. "Oh I certainly do," you replied with a cackle.

Damian's PR team had set the agenda, dinner in the public eye then off to a short appearance on a talk show announcing the non-profit both of your families were funding, and finally a short appearance at an after party for a gala, which meant a paparazzi stretch. Overall, nothing either of you haven't done, but so much more stressful with a "partner".

And just like that, you were whisked into a sleek black car, dressed in a dangerously sultry dress, set to arrive at a restaurant Damian would already have a table at, meaning the paparazzi were already en route.

As soon as the car door was opened for you, the flashes began. Pushing forward, eyes trained downward, the shouting began: "Y/n who are you wearing tonight?" "Does this count as a date?" "Damian has an empty seat, is that where you're headed?" "Any comments on your late night appearance tonight?" you managed to glance up and smile before slipping into the restaurant, quickly making your way upstairs to the balcony table where Damian sat, fiddling with silverware like a literal child.

As his eyes met yours they swept your body swiftly, something more than boredom flashing behind his eyes. Quickly he stood up, sauntering to your side he pulled your chair out for you, but not letting you sit down before pecking your cheek, his lips cold to your touch.

"At least they cannot hear what we say," he grumbled as you both sat down.

"Is it that miserable to pretend you like me?" you teased back, glancing down at the fans below.

"No, no it's not," he near whispered, his hand came to rest on yours, a gesture you felt no one could see. Your eyes met his and held his stare for a few seconds too long.

He broke eye contact by glancing at the flashing cameras below. "Are you ready for tonight?" he asked softly, letting you key into just how nervous he actually was.

"There's no one else I would do this for," you breathlessly replied, but his gaze never met yours, stuck on the hoard below.

The rest of dinner was regular, Damian already knew your order so the food came quickly, and the two of you fell into the comfortable friendship you'd always had.

"10 minutes to go time" your assistant called into your room as you glanced at yourself one more time in the mirror. You hated talk shows: uncomfortable clothes, questions, and all in the public eye.

Damian's voice was muffled from outside your door a minute later, "can I come in?" was all you heard, pushing the door open slightly so he could enter.

"Please don't comment about the dress, this whole thing was last minute and I did my own makeup because I absolutely hated the artist here, and-" you rambled, staring at yourself in the mirror with exhaustion.

"Y/n, you look exquisite." Damian appeared behind you, he was tall enough that his shoulders were at your head, you looked up and met his eyes, noticing his hair neatly slicked back. He looked older, handsome even. Leaning back into his chest you tilted your head back, prompting him to look down at you through thick lashes, your eyes meeting without the mirror.

"Just one night," you whispered up to him with a smile.

His hand found it's way to your hip, steadying you against him, "one night," he hummed in agreement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Damian Wayne and Y/N L/N!" applause echoed in the studio as you both walked on stage. Almost instinctually Damian stopped in front of you, his hand catching your hip, guiding you in front of him, into the chair to his left. You glanced up at him with a smile before sitting down, letting you attention fall to the host.

"What an honor to have the two of you here together! Y/n we are so excited you brought your date tonight," the host slid in the remark hoping to catch any type of reaction, but you just smiled before answering "it is so exciting to bring my partner to announce our family's non profit! This effort is such a huge step towards a brighter future for Gotham, we are so, so excited," you grinned, turning to face Damian who's eyes were trained on you.

"I noticed she said partner, how does that feel Mr. Wayne?" the host waggled his eyebrows at Damian who finally met his eyes. "It feels incredible to call our families partners, I know I speak for the Wayne family when I express how honored we are to join this program as benefactors." you bit your cheeks to withhold a smile at his question dodge.

"So you don't mind me asking if there's really nothing between the two of you?" the host leaned in, knowing eyes meeting yours. Feeling your cheeks heat up you whipped your head to Damian, eyes telling him to speak.

He simply smirked, lightly pushing a piece of fallen hair behind your ear while saying "nothing," his eyes only looking into yours. The silence had you in a chokehold, unable to look anywhere but Damian.

You knew the host was saying something cheeky in response, but you couldn't pull your eyes from Damians until he broke the electric feeling. With a cool smile he responded to the host, leaning back to place his arm on the back of your chair. His wingspan large enough that your head rested against his forearm.

The rest of the interview was a blur, you mindlessly answered questions until your 30 minute segment was up. Finally the host stood up, ready to set you free. As applause filled the room you shook the hosts hand, pausing to wait for Damian who did the same before following you out of the studio and into another black car.

"That went perfectly," Damian hummed while you looked out the darkened window to the city. The ride was short but you couldn't help but ask, "how is this, all the pretending and flirting so easy for you?" your voice cracked, raw emotion pushing through as you turned to face him.

He went quiet, strictly staring ahead as the car pulled up outside the paparazzi stretch into the after party you two had to attended. As the driver stopped the car and stepped out to get your door Damian turned to face you, his voice low and raspy like he'd been sitting on the words the entire drive there.

"You think this is just all fake? Darling, I'm not pretending."

Before you could catch your breath he stepped out of the car, flashing cameras and yelling started almost on queue. Your door opened, with Damian standing stoically outside, waiting for you. Legs damn near shaking you got out of the car, immediately clinging to his side as he led you down the carpet.

When the screeching and pleading to stop for photos got too intense Damian paused, stepping in front of the cameras to let you adjust your straps and hair, this put his face inches from yours, but this time his eyes failed to meet yours, trained only on your lips. When he fell back into place besides you his hand found its place on your hip once again, this time his thumb rubbed circles around your waist through the whole photo-op.

Once inside the cold air met your blushing cheeks, knocking a breath of fresh air into your lungs, enough to give you the confidence to drag Damian into a corner of the room.

"You think you're funny Wayne? Flirting with me all day then saying it was real? Toying with me like that? Absolutely not." you were talking animatedly with your hands while he just towered above you with a smirk.

"And what if I meant it?" Damian cocked his head to the side, smirk still plastered on his face. "Then you would've done something! Anything! You just get the chance to be with me today so take it!" you exclaimed, waving your hands in front of you.

"Ok," was all Damian said before his hands grasped either side of your face, leaning down to your height and crashing your lips to his. You threw your hands up in confusion, eyes opened wide, but his were closed, squeezed shut as if he couldn't think of anything else to do but kiss you.

And suddenly you melted, deepening the kiss as your eyes fluttered closed, hands pulling desperately on either side of his tuxedo.

Lightheaded from the aggression behind the kiss you pulled away, your chest rising and falling in unison with his. "That was something," you whispered.

"Had to take the chance," he whispered in response. Suddenly he was on the move, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the entire ballroom, out the back door, and into another car.

As he slid into the drivers seat he mumbled "I believe there was one more requirement for the night." You couldn't find the words to respond, your fingertips dancing on your lips, feeling how puffy they were from the kiss, the only reminder that it really happened.

After a short interaction with the McDonalds employee who happened to recognize both you, you were parked in an empty lot, silence grasping the car.

"Not how I thought today would go," you whispered. Damian glanced at you, eyes searching yours, "better or worse than expected?" you appreciated how blunt he was.

"I- honestly, better. Way better." you sighed, smiling to yourself while looking back on the nights events.

"As promised, it was just one night. You can hold me to that promise." Damian looked earnest, like he was saying it as much to you as himself.

You paused, deciding to test the waters. "And what if it wasn't just one night? Brunch tomorrow maybe? Movies at yours after? Maybe one week only, or a month?" you glanced in his direction, unable to contain a smile as his eyes lit up.

"Could I interest you in a lifetime?" he raised his eyebrows, frozen in waiting for your response.

"Only for a lifetime D? I'm in."

"Only for a lifetime beloved," he whispered, leaning in to seal the promise with a kiss.

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zadri · 3 years ago

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This is so sweet

Fall in Love for the Night (Barry Allen x Reader)

a/n: hello! i know its been a long time but i just found this story i wrote a while ago and it was too good not to share. based on the song “Lets Fall in Love for the Night” by Finneas. also i definitely stole the Scarlet Witch name from Marvel but i love her name and powers so i don’t care. its also in first person fight me i dare you

pairing: Barry Allen (CW) x Reader

summary: Finding herself alone on Valentines Day, the reader decides to fall in love with a stranger. Only, is he really a stranger at all?

warnings: none?, implications of sex

word count: 2,515

It was one of my least favorite days of the year, Valentines Day. Well, that’s not totally true. I have a complicated relationship with Valentines Day. When I have someone, its a great day. When I’m alone, it’s a glaring reminder that I am indeed alone. It has been a trying couple of years leaving little time to focus on building romantic relationships. There was time for a few meaningless hookups or bad first dates but nothing that could have even been considered to be serious. Being a meta-human certainly didn’t help the situation. After the particle accelerator exploded I had been gifted with telekinesis, energy manipulation, telepathy, and more powers than I could have ever desired or hoped to explain. I had been dubbed “The Scarlet Witch” due to the red hue my magic exuded. Not to be mixed up with Central City’s own “Scarlet Speedster” or “The Flash” as he was commonly referred to.

After a few accidental team ups, I was invited to join “Team Flash” and help them keep our city safe. I was tentative to say yes but I am so glad I did. My one rule was that the Flash and I should still keep our secret identities in case one of us was ever captured. Luckily Cisco developed some tech in our masks that would ensure we wouldn’t recognize our voices or looks when we were together. After a few months, I’ve come to love this life and it’s more rewarding than I could have imagined. And yet, here I am, a super hero alone on Valentines day. I decided that instead of moping in my apartment, I’d go to a karaoke bar and laugh at the horrible singing. I walked in and was immediately engulfed in the smell of alcohol and the screeching of “Dancing Queen” by ABBA. I sat down at the bar and ordered something equivalent to an alcoholic Shirley Temple. A minute or so later, a tall lanky man slumped into the seat next to me and ordered a ginger ale. “You alright?” I asked him. He nodded and chuckled. “My friends convinced me this would be better than staying home tonight but I think I’m getting permanent ear damage” he joked. I laughed. “Yeah I figured seeing people make a fool of themselves would make me feel better about not having a date on Valentines Day” I replied. “Yeah I don’t have one either”.

There was a moment of comfortable silence. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N by the way” I said, my hand outstretched. “I’m Barry Allen” he replied shaking my hand. I finished the rest of my drink and turned to face Barry, an idea forming in my head. “I have a proposition for you Barry”. He looked at me and cocked his head to one side. “Shoot”. I smiled. “I propose we get back at the whole concept of today by pretending like we’ve been together for years and just fall in love for the night and go our separate ways in the morning. No holding back, no regrets, just doing the stuff that we feel shitty about usually missing on this day. What do you say?” He smiled slightly and looked around. Damn my ‘no mind reading without consent’ policy. “Ok just think about it this way, we are both total strangers! We will probably never see each other again after tonight and if we do, we will just laugh about it. Besides, it’ll make for one hell of a story”. His smile widened. “Alright Y/N you have got your self a deal. Let’s fall in love for the night”. He looked towards his friends who were not so sneakily sneaking out the door of the bar giving him a thumbs up. We both laughed. “Well at least we don’t have an audience” I said. “So what should we do first?” he asked. “How about a shot for extra courage” I recommended. “Bartender, two vodka shots for me and my-” he paused “girlfriend”. I laughed. “My boyfriend, he knows I’m a vodka girl!” I joked. After the shots I got another idea. I looked behind him at the karaoke stage. He turned his head and then looked back at me. “Oh no no no I don’t think so” he said nervously. “Come on Allen, no holding back!” I said grabbing his hand. I pulled him up to the stage and queued up a song. “Don’t I at least get a say in the song choice?” “Nope!” I said, ruffling his hair. He laughed and looked at the monitor. The lyrics to “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey began to scroll. He scoffed a bit and rolled his eyes, but his smile was a constant. I started the song off. He seemed surprised that I could actually sing. Together we sang and laughed and eventually the whole bar was singing with us. During the musical break he spun me around and we danced until the lyrics came back. When the song finally ended we clung to each other as we left the stage. “That was so much fun!” he remarked. “I think we sounded pretty good to” I added. “Whats next?” he asked me. “Hey I’ve made all the decisions so far so it’s up to you now.” He thought for a moment. “We’re going bowling” he announced. He stretched his hand out. I smiled and accepted. “Lead the way handsome”.

We made our way to the Bowlarama and the game began. “I must warn you, I am an awesome bowler” he bragged. “Oh is that right?” I said. I took a step forward so our chests were nearly touching, purposefully trying to build tension. “I’m an awful bowler” I said finally. He exhaled and laughed, turning away from me. With that, the game was on. As we took turns the in between banter began to heat up. Each time we passed each other we got closer, sometimes so close we would just whisper what we had to say. I used any and every pet name I could think of and he pretended to be wounded whenever I used his real name. He pretended to teach me how to bowl and I pretended to be more clueless after each attempt. And then, completely by accident, I bowled a strike. “Oh my god, I did it!” I exclaimed, jumping up and down. “Yes!” Barry was as excited as I was. We ran to each other and embraced. My legs left the ground and he spun me around. When the spinning stopped and my feet touched the ground, we froze. We were pressed up against each other, our faces only inches from touching. Before either of us could fully process, a voice spoke up. “Uh this is a public place”. We turned to find a somewhat annoyed father shielding his squirming kids’ eyes. We quickly separated and laughed. After a few moments of silence and averted eye contact Barry spoke. “Well, the night is still young, what do you wanna do next?”. I looked at my phone. “Well, it’s only 9 so…” my voice trailed a bit. “Actually, could we head back to my place quickly? I wanna turn my lights on so that it looks like I’m home before we head out to our next location”. “Ok sounds good” he replied.

We made our way back to my apartment complex, arms linked the whole time. Once we reached the door, he opened it like a gentleman. We entered the elevator and I pushed the button for the 5th floor. As the doors closed I looked at Barry. We were standing a few feet apart. I did an exaggerated side step and grabbed his hand. He looked slightly startled but squeezed my hand, bringing it up and kissing the back. I felt myself blush, trying to contain the goofy grin I knew I was sporting. He did the same. The elevator doors opened and I lead Barry to my little slice of heaven. I unlocked the door and entered, gesturing for him to follow. “This should only take a sec”. He put his hands in his pockets and looked around. “This is a really cool place”. “Thanks!” I said. “Oh cool!” he said, making his way deeper into the loft towards a Doctor Who poster on the wall. “Are you a Doctor Who fan?” I asked. “Yeah I love it”. I smiled and stood next to him. “I take a lot of inspiration from the Doctor in my daily life” I said. “Oh yeah?” he replied. “Hmmn. I strive to be kind and brave while still doing no harm to anyone” I answered, my eyes fixed on the poster of the TARDIS. I looked back at Barry to find he was already staring at me, a sincere smile painting his face. I took a step closer to him, he repeated this action. I felt strange. I’d had butterflies before but this was something different. My heart was actually aching for him, like if we didn’t touch soon my heart would just break from the hope and anticipation. I looked down at his hand and interlaced my fingers with his before looking into his eyes. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on mine, our noses touching. I was afraid to speak or even breathe as the slightest movement would cause our lips to touch. The silence was broken when Barry chuckled and pulled away.

“What?” I asked, somewhat breathlessly. “When you said we should fall in love for tonight you really weren’t kidding” he said, continuing to chuckle softly as he sat down on my couch. I let out a short laugh and shook my head slightly, joining him on the couch. “It has been fun hasn’t it” I said looking at him. He nodded. “I haven’t felt normal in a long time so I feel like I needed something like this” I finished. “Yeah, I’d say that’s an understatement”. We made eye contact and began to laugh more. “You really are a shit bowler by the way” he said. I scoffed and feigned offense. “How dare you” I exclaimed. I picked up a throw pillow and hit him in the arm, a little harder than I intended. “Oh is that how it is?” he asked cockily. “Yeah that’s how it is” I replied, mimicking his tone. “Its so on” he replied grabbing a pillow next him. I let out a small scream as the pillow fight began. I got in a few hits but Barry was clearly winning. In a last ditch effort to gain control, I tackled him from over the arm of the couch and pinned him down. Again, we froze as we realized the position we put ourselves in. I was on top of him, practically straddling him, and his hands were around my waist. Our noses were nearly touching. My heart ached again. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ I began, sitting up and swinging my leg off of him. “No uh it’s fine I um-“ he stammered, sitting up as well.

We sat in silence for a moment. Then he spoke. “You know what screw it.” He grabbed my hip and my hand as I swung my leg back over him so I was now straddling his lap facing him, my hands on his shoulders and his hands around my waist. “I’m gonna kiss you” he said. “Please do” I replied urgently, my hands already making their way to his cheeks. Our lips crashed together passionately, the night-long tension finally breaking. My hands moved between his cheeks and hair while his hands wandered from my waist and under my shirt along my back. We finally broke to catch our breath. After a few more pecks on the lips we laughed together. “You know, we did say that we would do all the stuff we usually miss on Valentines Day….” I said between more kisses. “Thats true” he replied, peppering kisses down my neck. We both paused and he cupped my cheeks. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked seriously. “I need to feel all of you” I replied. He smirked. I pushed myself off and offered my hand. He took it and stood up. I pulled him in and kissed him more. “Follow me” I said, leading him to my bed room.

~the next day~

“The sex was absolutely incredible and then he spent the night! When he left this morning I was actually sad to see him go- I mean the whole night was just so incredible” I said to Caitlin, telling my story about the night before. “And you seriously aren’t going to tell me this guys name?? Did you even get his number?” She replied. “Nope. We decided it would just be a one night thing; a unique shared experience”. “Wow,” Caitlin said sighing. “Well I’m gonna go run the training course, I’ll see ya in 30” I said, walking down the hall. “Morning Scarlet” “Morning Speedy”. The Flash entered the Cortex and greeted Caitlin, a huge grin on his face. “Woah someone is happy this morning”. “Yeah I had the most incredible night of my life last night”. “Really?…” Caitlin questioned, beginning to put the puzzle pieces together. “Yeah I met this amazing girl and it was like we lived an entire relationship in one night”. Cait chuckled. “Let me guess, she made you sing ‘Don’t Stop Believing at the karaoke bar I declined to attend with you last night”. He raised his eyebrow. “Wait yeah how did you know that?” he asked. Caitlin cackled and began to walk out of the room. “I have to find Cisco this is too good!”. He stood in the Cortex puzzled. Then he heard Cisco’s booming laughter followed by loud chatter. “Guys what are you doing I just started the course, what’s going on?” I asked Caitlin and Cisco as they pulled me back into the Cortex. The two stood behind the desk and looked at the two heroes in front of them. “Scarlet how was your Valentines Day?” Cisco asked, a huge smile on his face. “Uh oh yeah it was incredible, I bowled my first strike without bumpers” I replied. I looked at the Flash and his jaw dropped. “Flash, how was yours?” Caitlin asked. “I…fell for a stranger” he replied slowly. My jaw dropped as well. Cisco and Caitlin sat down and waited for what they hoped would happen next. The Flash and I tentatively took off our respective masks. When I looked up, I found the eyes of Barry Allen staring back at me. He sighed and smiled. “Thank god” Barry said, quickly pulling me into a deep kiss. Caitlin and Cisco fist bumped and then left the Cortex. We finally pulled away and looked into each others eyes. “I couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing you again” he said. “You are never gonna get rid of me Speedy” I replied smiling. We kissed again, finally being true to ourselves and to each other.

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zadri · 3 years ago

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Wishing this was real

-an only child inlove with a fictional ginger boy with superspeed

My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Wally West x Batsis!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.6K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Got to rereading my Batsis fics and came across the "What A Flashy Romance" and wanted to do another one with Wally because I love him. Enjoy! -Thorne

Being the middle child and also the only girl in the Batfamily meant two things:

1. She had four brothers that treated her like a porcelain doll, despite the fact that she could throw a punch at 336 PSI.

And

2. She followed an unspoken rule that Dick and Jason’s friends were off limits when it came to dating.

In all, neither of those things were major problems. She’d learned at a young age how to avoid Dick and Jason’s overbearing-protective-brother-modes, and Tim and Damian were younger, so she didn’t have to worry about them. The second one was also avoidable—most of her older brothers’ friends were the same, and she wasn’t around most of them to develop any feelings.

Well, there was Wally, but it was just a crush. A stupid, little school-girl crush—that she’d never really grown out of—that didn’t matter in the slightest. Except whenever Dick brought him over to the house and she had to pretend that sitting next to him didn’t make her heart race like she’d run a mile.

And the most annoying thing about the whole crush is that she couldn’t tell if Wally was ever interested in her or not. Most of Dick’s friends, Garth, Kyle, Roy, they treated her like a little sister—hell, they even said “Love you lil sis!” to her regularly. And yet, Wally didn’t. Now, there was the occasional head pat, but even that was an affectionate gesture that siblings and SO’s did all the time. It was infuriating, and so was Wally—but she was going to sort it all out the next time he came over because the worst thing he could say was “No”, and either she needed to hear that…or “Yes”.

***

Normal Sundays for the Wayne household usually meant Ultimate Waffle Breakfast and sitting on your ass all day until patrol—it was the one day of the week where they could do anything and nothing and didn’t have to stick to schedules. Everyone loved Sundays, especially (Y/N), because it meant that all of her family was home, even Jason (who tried to deny that he enjoyed coming home to hang out, but if that mile long grin was any help, he was lying). And while everyone was home, that usually meant that everybody’s friends were coming over too.

***

She swiped the syrup out of Jason’s hand when he swung it back around, grinning at him when he glared at her.

“I was gonna use that, (Y/N),” he griped, and she shrugged, uncapping the bottle.

She tipped it over and watched the syrup lazily pour out of the container onto her waffles.

“You were taking too long.” Her eyes twinkled with humor. “I guess you were as…slow as molasses.”

While most of the table groaned at her terrible joke, Dick snorted into his milk, causing it to splatter on his plate and across the table.

“Nice one,” he coughed, wiping his face and the dark oak surface.

(Y/N) bowed dramatically. “Well, I did learn from the best.” When Dick’s face lit up, she turned to Alfred and smiled. “Alfie, thank you for teaching me your ways.”

The old butler merely tipped his head, a hidden smile crossing his lips at the way the eldest son’s jaw went slack. She turned her attention to Bruce who was quietly chewing, eyes following along the research paper she’d asked him to check out.

“Dad, what’s on your agenda for today?”

He swallowed and flicked a line out with a red pen, etching his own comment in the margin. “Lucius has a few ideas about some new gadgets he wanted to run by me.” Another line went out. “I’ll call him after breakfast.” Bruce looked at her. “You?”

(Y/N) nodded at the paper in his hands, then slapped Jason’s who was reaching over to take a piece of bacon from her plate. “Waiting for you to finish tearing me a new one so I can redo the paper.” She cut into the waffle with the side of her fork. “Once I salvage what little scientific dignity you’ve left me with, I’ll probably laze around.”

“You mean what you do normally?” Bruce quipped, grinning when she glowered at him; his eyes went back to her paper. “You’re doing well so far.”

She huffed. “Tell that to every red line you’ve marked out in that paragraph.”

He flashed the paper. “I’m writing in the margins how to change it. This isn’t a dissertation, sweetheart. You’re allowed to make mistakes. We all do.”

(Y/N) grumbled as her cheeks warmed and she went back to her plate as the conversation flowed around her.

Most of it was the discussion of what everyone was planning on doing, Damian was going to play video games, Tim was going to join him (which she knew was going to be fun while the moment lasted until the petty sibling rivalry got in the way and their gaming dwindled into a physical fight that she and probably Dick were going to have to break up), Jason was going to use the workbench in the cave to upgrade some gear, and Dick apparently,

“Wally and Garth are gonna come over later and hang out.”

She paused, mid-stab of her fork and looked at up. “Wally’s coming over?”

He nodded. “And Garth. We were gonna go to the mall and get some new clothes.”

Jason snorted, laying an arm over the backs of Tim and (Y/N)’s chairs. “Spending money with daddy’s credit card, Dickie?”

Dick smirked. “Just like you.” Jason merely matched his grin, and while the entire table was cracking up at Bruce’s frown, (Y/N) was silent, heart beating faster at the thought of seeing Wally.

“(Y/N)?” She startled and looked up at Dick.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay. You got quiet all of the sudden.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Yeah, just thought about all of the corrections I’m gonna have to do because somebody CAN’T STOP MARKING OUT MY PARAGRAPHS.” Bruce merely smiled and knocked out another line.

It was a lie. It was the biggest lie she’d told right next to the one she told when Bruce had asked her where she was on prom night her senior year a few years ago—she was totally not saving a different sector of the universe with Kyle Rayner, she was dancing with Sam Reilly all night—she strongly believed her dad knew the truth—Batman knew everything.

Bruce handed the paper back to her and she groaned as she scanned the red lines on every page. It was going to take her hours to go over this.

Jason leaned over and read the title, “Cellular Division and Mutation Under Extreme Elemental Circumstances…a composition by (Y/N) Wayne.” He cocked a dark brow. “Go big or go home, huh, baby girl?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Doctor Halberd wanted us to pick challenging topics for the research paper this term.” A crooked smile crossed her lips. “I’m nothing if not ambitious about proving I’m smarter than everyone else.”

“You need another source,” Bruce murmured, sipping the steaming black coffee. “One-fourteen is good, but I’d go for one-fifteen.”

She groaned and dropped her head. “Are you kidding me? I had enough trouble gathering that many.”

“Why don’t you use Barry?” Tim piped up, mouth full of whip cream and strawberries.

“Master Timothy, we do not talk with our mouth full,” Alfred admonished, and Tim blushed.

(Y/N)’s head shot up and she stared at her brother. “That’s actually a good idea. Speedsters would make for perfect references about cellular division.” An idea popped into her head and she glanced at Dick. “And since Wally is com—”

“Nope,” Dick interrupted, pointing at her. “Wally is coming over to hang out, not to be poked and prodded to finish a paper.”

She let out a whine and turned to Bruce. “Dad, tell Dick to let me at least talk to Wally about it.”

Bruce turned his attention onto Dick. “Let your sister talk to Wally about her paper.”

“Oh, come on,” he complained and (Y/N) stood from her seat, hurrying around the table to stand behind Dick’s seat.

She draped herself over his shoulders, tucking her chin in the crook of his neck. “I promise I won’t be annoying if you let me come with you. I’ll ask two questions every thirty minutes and I’ll go do shopping on my own, so I won’t be in the way.” (Y/N) craned her neck and pulled the most pitiful puppy eyes she could. “Please?”

Dick’s eyes darted to her face and then he looked away. Just one more push.

“Please frate?” she begged and when his eyes went wide from the usage of his native tongue, she knew she’d won him over.

He deflated and let out a sigh. “Fine,” he grumbled. “You can come with us.”

(Y/N) squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, as she grabbed the paper and hurried towards the door. She halted and spun around, looking at her father.

“What do I need to be most specific about?”

“Division under elemental circumstances.”

She glowered at him. “No shit Sherlock. Specifics.”

“Molecular division under terrestrial gamma-ray flashes.”

“That’ll work,” (Y/N) nodded and exited to room.

Jason looked out the door then back to his brothers. “She’s way to excited about science sometimes.” They merely laughed.

***

She raised the red lace, cold shoulder V-neck shirt to her chest before frowning, and switching it with the full lace blue shirt with mini golden lightning bolt charms hanging off the trim. After a moment, she pulled the blue one down and sighed.

“You know, if you want to impress him, I’d wear the red shirt.”

She jumped and barely managed to suppress the scream that was coming up in her throat as she swiveled around to face her door. Jason stood in the doorway, a knowing look on his face. She could play this one of two ways: she could be truthful, or she could lie—she chose the latter.

“What do you mean?” He snorted and walked into her room, taking a seat at her desk.

“I mean if you’re trying to impress Wally, wear the shirt that’s the color of his suit, (Y/N).” She looked away and into the mirror, but she couldn’t escape the eyes boring into her back.

“Is it that obvious?” she asked quietly, and he laughed.

“That you’re head over heels for Dick’s best friend? Oh yeah. Totally.”

She sighed and sat on her bed, pulling the red top over her torso. “It’s just a crush.”

“Seems like more than a crush to me, baby girl.”

(Y/N) pulled the fabric down and looked at him. “Are you gonna tell Dick?”

Jason scoffed. “Do I look like a narc to you?”

She cocked a brow and deadpanned, “Just the other night you told dad that Damian lifted Two-Face’s wallet when he was being put in a cruiser.”

“Well, that wasn’t something important,” he countered and nodded at her. “This is.” He paused and shrugged. “Nah, I’m not gonna tell Dickhead. Play this out however you see fit, baby girl.”

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment then averted her gaze and let out a sigh; Jason huffed.

“That sounds like a heavy sigh, (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

She shrugged. “I don’t even know if Wally would be interested in me. He’s him and I’m me.”

Jason stood and walked over, kneeling in front of her. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

(Y/N) met his eyes. “Anytime he’s had a girlfriend she’s always been super strong or really outspoken.”

“And you’re not?” he quipped, causing her to huff.

“You know what I mean, Jay.”

He nodded. “Okay, so you’re not an Amazon or shoving your head up someone’s ass for a story. But you’re you.”

“And that means?”

“You’re the only daughter of the World’s Greatest Detective who’s a wicked smart science major by day and a badass vigilante by night.” He cupped her cheeks. “You are intelligent, warmhearted, talented, and absolutely beautiful.” Jason smushed her cheeks together and grinned as she giggled. “And if Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time. You hear me, baby girl?”

She nodded. “I hear you.”

Jason gave her a firm nod and let go, standing to his feet. “Now come on let’s go do your makeup.”

(Y/N) blinked. “You can do makeup?”

“Baby girl, I can do a lot of things. Now hurry up. That razor sharp eye liner and golden eyeshadow isn’t going to do itself.”

***

She waited beside Dick with a pleasant smile on her face, and despite the fluttering heartbeat in her chest, Jason’s pep talk kept running through her head and with every passing moment, she felt her confidence rising. He was right, if she told Wally and he didn’t feel the same, then it was his loss and her gain to move on and find someone else.

A black sedan pulled up at the manor and the passenger window rolled down, revealing Wally at the wheel and Garth in the passenger’s seat. Dick waved at them.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “How was the drive over?”

“Oh, you know, we saw three carjacking’s and one armed robbery,” Garth quipped. “I assume that’s normal for Gotham though.”

“It’s a bit below average actually,” (Y/N) piped up. “Hi Garth. Hi Wally.”

Wally smiled and Garth waved in return as the two siblings started getting in the car.

“You’re coming with us, (Y/N)?” Wally questioned and she nodded.

“Do you want me to lie to you or give you the truth?”

He chuckled. “I’m always open for a good story.”

“I wanted to buy out Victoria’s Secret and piss off any boyfriends who are in hot water with their girlfriends.” The guys laughed and she admitted, “Truth though, I need one last source for a research paper.”

“Gonna find that source shopping?” Garth asked and (Y/N) caught Wally’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“Actually, my last source is Wally.”

They fell silent and looked at her, though the speedster’s focus was on the road.

“What are you gonna source Wally on?” The Atlantean inquired.

“My paper is over cellular mutation under distress from elemental conditions.” She smiled at Wally. “Our speedster here, is a walking subject perfect for the paper. I can only hope that he agrees to be a willing participant.”

Wally chuckled. “I’d be willing to part with a few secrets for you. Of course, I’d have to—”

“Remain anonymous.” (Y/N) winked. “I’m sure my professor would be okay with me citing ‘The Flash’ so long as I had a picture with him to back it up.”

“I like pictures,” he murmured, pulling into the parking lot.

“That’s good to know,” she replied and when he put the car in park, she took her purse and added, “So I’ll leave you boys to do your shopping and Wally, I’ll text you any questions I have.”

“You’re not gonna hang around?” Garth asked and she shook her head.

“Nah, I don’t wanna be the annoying little sister who follows her older brother and his friends around.” She smiled at them. “Besides, Dick was kind enough to let me come along. Least I can do is stay out of your way.”

(Y/N) opened the door and waved at them. “Text me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll meet you back here.”

***

Despite the initial joke that she was going to buy out the lingerie store, there was actually some truth in the statement, and she drew her fingers over one of the lace baby dolls as she looked at her phone, grinning like a dope at Wally’s response.

Well, I wouldn’t say I’d grow a second skin from how fast my cells regenerate, but I can make my body heal instantaneously. -W

Can you regenerate limbs or major organs? –(Y/I)

Major organs or useful ones? -W

(Y/N) paused at his response and thought for a moment. It was risky. Sending the text, she was thinking about was risky, but it’d sure get her point across that she was into him. With her heart hammering in her chest, she pushed send and stuck her phone in her pocket.

Whichever ones are useful to you, Wally? ;) –(Y/N)

Her phone didn’t buzz for a good minute, and Wally took less than a second to reply, so he was doing one of two things: A.) Telling Dick that his younger sister sent a flirty text, or B.) Trying to figure out how to let her down easy. (Y/N) didn’t know which one was worse. Her hip buzzed and she inhaled shakily, pulling her phone out of her pocket with one eye cracked open to see how screwed she was.

Do you have a useful one in mind, beautiful? -W

She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out the biggest gasp any human had ever made, and she nervously looked around her to make sure no one else was staring at her. She grinned as she replied to him.

Oh, I could think of one…or two or three…Why? Is there gonna be a pop quiz over this later? I’ll have you know I’m an excellent test taker. –(Y/N)

Is that so? Well, what happens if you were to fail this particular pop quiz, (Y/N)? -W

I guess you’d have to stay the night for a study session and help me make a better grade ;) –(Y/I)

As she waited for another response, someone’s hand touched the small of her back and she reacted, immediately stepping away from the offending touch to spin on them. Her eyes went wide when she saw Wally standing before her, a grin on his face, phone in his hand.

“I think an overnight study session is possible, (Y/N).”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a fish until she finally got her brain to work and asked, “I thought you were shopping with Dick and Garth?”

He shrugged. “Told Dick you asked me an advanced question that’d be easier to answer in person than over text.” He wiggled his brows. “You know, advanced equations and scientific gibberish.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and turned back around, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks as she picked up one of the teddies. And when she realized what it looked like, she only felt more flustered. Crimson with baby blue trimming and was practically a shoelace.

“Well, that’sa hint if there ever was one,” Wally quipped, and she pulled the lingerie out of his line of sight.

“It was just the first one I grabbed!” she exclaimed, snapping her mouth shut when people looked over at them. Her cheeks felt like they were wildfires, and she pressed her head against the cool metal of the rack, sighing with what little relief it provided.

“You know, (Y/N),” he started softly. “If you’re not comfortable, this doesn’t have to go anywhere. I can forget this ever happened if you want me to.” (Y/N) opened her eyes and peered at him, at the concern but also the kindness in his gaze.

“I just—” she murmured and trailed off before letting out a sigh. “It’s kinda complicated.”

“Okay,” Wally nodded. “My mouth might work faster than my brain sometimes but lay it on me.”

She cracked a smile and thought back on Jason’s words. If Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked at him, admitting, “Wally, I have…feelings for you.” His eyes widened and though she felt the sting of embarrassment, she pushed out her words. “It’s stupid, like one of those dumb childhood crushes that just sticks with you, you know?”

She averted her gaze and looked at her peep toe heels. “I just don’t wanna screw anything up because even if you don’t feel anything like I do, I don’t wanna lose you as a friend. Because I do value your friendship.” She sighed. “And Dick. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable about coming over to see him if there’s a chance you’ll have to see me too. I just—”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Wally interrupted gently, a smile growing on his face. “You’re thinking way big here, (Y/N). Bigger than you need to right now.”

She met his eyes. “Right now?” she repeated, and he reached out, taking her hand in his. His fingers felt tingly against her palm and he smiled.

“I like you, (Y/N).”

She blinked at him, practically dumbfounded. “You…you do?”

Wally nodded and confessed, “Have for a couple years, but I didn’t wanna make a move not knowing if you were interested.” His cheeks tinged pink, and he said, “But I’m glad you are. Like super glad.” (Y/N) giggled, suddenly feeling really foolish for all her worry and Wally let out a chuckle too.

She stared at him for a moment, relishing the coolness of his skin before pulling away, toying with the teddy in her other hand.

“So, about tonight…you staying over?”

Wally let out a groan and looked between her and the lingerie. “Probably, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away long enough to spend some time alone with you.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’ and winked. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Flash. You are the fastest man alive.”

“You’re into quickies? Good to know,” he grinned.

“Shut up,” she giggled.

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