Request: Some of the comics indicate Talia and Damian speak Arabic, so could I get a Reader x Damian (relatonship or friendship, either’s good!) fic where the Reader surprises Damian with Arabic somehow – like, by learning some basic Arabic greetings/goodbyes, or using the Arabic pronunciation of his name (which’d be Dem’yan) and he’s just kind of touched by that? Damian deserves more fluffy fics than the fandom gives him and you’re good at that genre, so I thought I’d offer up the idea.
Requested by: Anon
Word Count: 492
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AN: As I’ve done in the past, in lieu of poorly translating anything, I’m keeping everything in English and italicizing anything in Arabic.
He heard you coming up behind him in the garden from the moment you had stepped out the door. Still, Damian decided to wait until you announced your presence to him before looking up from his book. Within moments, you’d found your place next to him by Alfred’s perfectly manicured rose bushes.
“Hello Damian, how are you this lovely afternoon?” you asked exactly as you had practiced over and over again for the past few weeks.
“Y/N, what did you just say?” Damian questioned immediately, barely giving you a moment to sit down beside him under the tree. His book had been snapped shut from the moment you had begun to speak.
Now you were far more nervous than before. Had you mispronounced something and said something horrible? Meekly you clarified, “I said ‘hello Damian, how are you this lovely afternoon’ did I say something wrong? I kept practicing and really wanted to say it right.”
“There were minor imperfections, but you got it mostly right,” Damian praised. “What I don’t understand is why you have a sudden interest in Arabic.”
“Because the language is a part of you, Damian,” you answered simply. “So much has changed for you from every story you told me, so I thought I’d try and do something that might make some of those big changes a little easier on you.”
You could plainly see across his face that while he understood the words you were saying, he was still completely confused. You knew that the part he was struggling to understand couldn’t be explained with words, he needed to understand the love and feelings behind the action.
“Not many people are willing to put in the effort, Y/N,” he mustered, struggling to make eye contact.
“I’m not many people, Damian,” you replied. “Besides, everyone should have a little part of home to comfort them.”
Before you could blink, you were enveloped in a bone crushing hug. The appreciation for your consideration and care needed no translation, and you knew even if he was never able to completely vocalize his feelings, this small gesture of yours meant the world to him. Damian couldn’t remember the last time someone had worked so hard to make him feel comforted just because they cared about him, rather than as a means for future advancement.
As soon as Damian released you, he was already pulling you back to the house. You did what you could to keep up as he pulled you along to the manor’s library. Damian tried to rush you along saying, “C’mon Y/N, if you’re going to learn the language, you need to have the best tutor…me.”
You knew you made the right choice, finding a new way to spend quality time with your best friend. Like you said, everyone should have a little part of home for comfort, and if you could be the one to give that to Damian, all the better.
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Put in the Effort
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