Who’s More Stressed – Damian Wayne x Reader

forthemultiverse:

Anon: Could I request a Damian fic where he brings his S/O to meet his brothers and father at the mansion? Thank you 

Enjoy! ❤ Sorry for the wait – Scarlett xx

“You don’t need to worry.” Damian was relaxing on your couch while you paced up and down your apartment.

“Oh, but I do.” You replied, starting to tap your fingernails against the coffee cup.

“You’re not going to relax anytime soon are you?”

“I’m not going to relax ever; you should know that by now.”

“You’re just meeting my family. You already met Jon and my friends, how’s this any different?”

“I had two months to prepare for meeting them, and Jon’s a sweetie who isn’t going to kill me. Your family -”

“Isn’t going to kill you at least.” Damian pointed out.

“Jason.” you pointed at him, “Red Hood kills.”

“Red Hood also doesn’t give a crap about who I’m dating and isn’t even going to be there.”

“But what if one of the other’s tells him I’m the worst and need to go?”

“They aren’t going to do that,”

“I still feel unprepared,” you muttered, taking a long sip as Damian stood up and wrestled the cup away from you.

“No more caffeine, exploding in energy isn’t going to help.”

“It calms my nerves.”

“You’re prepared enough.”

“You can never be too prepared.”

“Okay.” Damian moved you to the sofa and took the Flashcards from the side table, “I think they’ll love you, but if you’re really this worried, do you want me to quiz you?”

“You know me so well.” you leant forward and kissed him quickly. 

“You’re insane.” he looked over the information you’d collected on his family in the two days he’d given you to prepare for dinner tonight.

“So are you.”

“You’d be such a good reporter or detective.” he shook his head, “How’d you even find all of this out?”

“Research,”

“You have a binder don’t you?” he knew you liked to be in control of every situation, and you planned for everything. There wasn’t a test you couldn’t ace or a job you couldn’t do. One of your favourite ways of preparing for an interview or dinner party was to create binders of information you needed to memorise.

“Maybe?”

“You need to burn it after tonight. If anyone ever finds it…”

“Are you going to quiz me or not?”

“Just trying to distract you, beloved. My family will love you as much as I do.”

At the manor, everything was chaos. Damian had given you two days of preparation time, and he’d told Alfred about a month ago that he wanted to introduce you, but he’d only actually told the rest of the family last night. In the middle of a fight…while Tim had been about to block a punch. 

He’d timed it so he could see Tim get his butt kicked for a second.

Sure, they’d seen pictures of Damian taking a girl on fancy dates, trips out of the city in the private jet, paparazzi shots of him going into jewellery stores – but they thought it was media nonsense. It was Damian after all. He wanted to be like his dad, and Bruce was an emotionally unstable antelope. Selina stole the jewellery and Bruce paid for it later. They’d been ‘flirting’ for however many years before even beginning to settle down, and then Damian had a girlfriend for nearly a year and seemed utterly devoted to her.

It rang too many alarm bells in some family member’s heads. They’d learnt to live looking over their shoulder. 

When it was an hour before the couple would arrive, all the theories died, and panic set it. Were they ready to meet someone outside of their inner circle for a dinner date? All of them had unintentionally ended up dating their superhero peers; it was just more convenient. They’d have to be on high alert all dinner to make sure whoever it was didn’t figure anything out, or put their operation at risk. Who knew what Damian would do if they accidentally ruined his relationship by giving away his secret, or by acting obnoxiously strange. 

That was what they should have been thinking.

Instead, Dick was running around like a headless chicken, changing outfits every five minutes while Stephanie just made fun of his colour coordination skills. The boy could not dress himself.

“You don’t even live here!” Dick yelled, throwing his stripey green and pink socks off and stomping up the stairs to find a new pair.

“I’m Tim’s date!” she countered, “And I don’t see you complaining about Babs coming later in the night.”

Dick finally came down, Alfred gripping his shoulder to stop him from bolting back up the stairs and making an even bigger mess.

“I mean…I thought he would’ve told me already.” Dick complained.

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” Tim slid down the bannister and hopped into the lounge area. 

“What are you thinking about?”

“How on earth the gremlin even got a girlfriend.” 

“Be nice.” Steph tutted.

“It’s true!”

“Technically insulting to the girl.” Steph pointed out. “She could be captivating, smart, and perfect, and Damian could adore her. Question how he got a girlfriend says she has low standards, is a gold digger, or she has problems. Or worse, it could make her think Damian’s hiding something and then she brakes up with him, and he breaks your neck.” Stephanie was a bit more woke about the situation.

“It just makes no sense.”

“He is a caring person…” Dick sighed dramatically, “But he should have told me.”

“Sure, ‘caring’,” Tim pulled out his phone. “Shouldn’t they be here by now?”

“They should be,” Bruce entered, nodding at the group. “And no mean comments about Damian, let the girl breath, no grilling, no misbehaving, understand me?”

“You seem calm.” Tim raised an eyebrow.

“Shouldn’t I be?”

“Bringing new blood into this mess, maybe?” 

“Damian has a girlfriend; you’ve all had girlfriends, most of which I have met, this is no different. You get used to it.”

“You’ve researched her, haven’t you?” Steph called him out. “You’re not stressed because you’ve done background checks despite banning Tim from looking!”

“I have done no such thing.”

“Master Bruce just asked some of his associates who have met her for opinions.” Alfred snitched, “And timelined the pair’s relationship.”

“You helped me timeline it.” Bruce narrowed his eyes

“So you knew about her!” Dick shot up and looked towards Alfred.

“I know everything, Master Dick, you should have learnt that by now.”

“Is she nice? What’s her favourite colour? What’s her favourite Damian thing?” Alfred held up a hand to shut him up and left without answering any of the questions. As he disappeared, the doorbell rang.

“Are we sure he doesn’t have superpowers?” Tim snorted.

He realised he was alone with Bruce as Dick had run to get to the door first and Stephanie had chased after Dick in the hopes of stopping him. 

“Who to focus on getting to know?”

“Dick, Alfred, Bruce.”

“Who do you ignore all stories from because he doesn’t like me?”

“Tim.”

“Subjects to avoid.”

“How we met, though I think it’s cute,” you opened the car door,

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Exactly, you look cute blushing.” you teased. Damian had quizzed you, and you’d aced all the questions. Your binder was planted in your bag so you could easily check it in the bathroom or under the table if you got nervous, and were deciding to take that rule out. You like how you met.  “Your mother, death, Wayne Industries, where I live, my education,” Damian had been acting so calm earlier, but now you were actually at the manor, his worries had jumped him – but unlike thugs, he couldn’t punch them away. Even if his family researched you, they wouldn’t find anything bad, and school was such an easy topic to talk about that it was annoying he’d taken it out of the binder. 

“If they outright ask you for that information, don’t lie.”

“And see how long it takes them to figure out I know?” that had raised your spirits, seeing how long detectives took to connect the dots. “Dropping hero hints is gonna be fun.”

“Also,” Damian rang the doorbell, “Richard might be a little crazy.”

You could hear people crashing through a corridor, racing to the door despite the fact Alfred could probably teleport himself there faster than they could ever run. You’d decided he was the real hero from Damian’s stories, but you also knew Damian wasn’t always the most reliable narrator when it came to his family. You’d been in Gotham for long enough time to know him and Spoiler worked together perfectly fine, even if he pretended he didn’t like her, and you could tell he wanted his older brother’s attention. You were similar, overly competitive with your older sister. 

“Master Damian, (Y/N).” Alfred graciously opened the door and squashed two teens behind it. Damian’s sister, Cassandra stood at the end of the corridor and waved hello before continuing her walk to the kitchen; she wouldn’t be joining the group for dinner, instead, taking over patrol for the evening. 

Dick slipped out from behind the door and grabbed your hand, pulling you completely into the house and giving you an awkward hug till Damian glared for him to stop. The girl was Stephanie and was another person in the room who wasn’t actually related to them. That was helpful. You weren’t going up against closed ranks. 

Something was going on during dinner. The focus was mainly on you but about mid-way through the attention shifted to Bruce and Tim’s phones. You leant into Damian to whisper into his ear.

“You can go if you need to.”

“It’s fine.”

“You can go.”

“Tonight’s about you.”

“I can wait.”

Damian jumped up and sprinted down to the cave, making eye contact with Bruce as he followed. They were needed, and who knew how many people were in danger. You’d got good at waiting recently. A side effect of dating a superhero. 

“Erhhh.” Dick’s eyes went wide.

“You guys can go too – if you need too.” You smiled and took a long sip of your drink.

“So you already know.” Tim had rushed off to see how bad the situation was. Cass must have sent an SOS call or something. You didn’t know how they communicated. 

“Yeah.”

“Then why’d he wait so long to introduce you!”

“Don’t you need to go?” you asked Dick

“The Dynamic Duo,” he shrugged, “Cass called them not me. If it looks bad, Tim will tell us, and we’ll go. Having too many heroes at one location isn’t always a good thing. You guys have been together for over a year.”

“Who knows, it’s Damian, his reasons are his.”

“Are you okay?” Steph nudged your arm. “Knowing is kinda a burden.”

“It was easy to figure out, even if he didn’t tell me, too many unanswered questions with obvious answers.”

“Do you want to come to the cave?”

“Steph?” Dick raised an eyebrow.

“Think how stressed we all get about each other, and we can always go and help out.”

“Fair.” Dick offered you a hand and led you down the stairs and to the cave. “Until they get back you can tell me all about you and Damian, everything, including things he doesn’t want us to know.”

“I want to know everything.” Steph skipped slightly ahead.

“Seriously?”

“Tell us now, any other time you’re planning on visiting, your choice.” Dick had a way with people.

“But we’re nosy, so as soon as you can preferably.” Steph winked.

“Are you gonna tell me about yourselves?”

“Maybe. Eventually. If Dami hasn’t already told you everything.”

“Damian hasn’t told me anything; I researched a binder worth of information that in the words of Damian, ‘needs to be burnt.’”

“Another researcher, you’ll fit right in.“ 

“I didn’t need to be half as stressed as I was, did I?”

“Nah, you were probably at the right level. We can be crazy sometimes.”