Detention – Damian Wayne

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Prompt 28 – Kiss me

A/N – This is set in his teen years

Damian held himself with a certain dignity, as a child he was rash and emotional but over the years he learnt how to keep it subdued when needed be.

Of course his teenage years were even more testing. Grayson had encouraged Bruce to sign him up to an educational facility for socialising with peers his own age. While he didn’t exactly learn much more than he knew, or make new friends, he did put more effort into his training. Or stress release he called it.

He tried to keep his head down as well as he could but something snapped over a classmate of his. Grayson cooed over him when he tried asking for emotional help and Jason wolf whistled while Drake pissed himself laughing that “hell had frozen over “.

His father and Alfred had even worn little smiles when his teachers called saying he was distracted and Grayson had explained it was over a classmate. Things finally came to a head when he landed in detention, with them over what he assumed was your boyfriend.

Well what was left of your “boyfriend” who had caught him staring at Y/N. Damian broke his gaze at Y/N as the brute came up into his face and SPAT at him. Of course Damian kept his dignity but not his cool may have slammed him into the nearest wall. Repeatedly.

The administration were hesitant to put him in detention, but he insisted he be treated like the other students after he saw you were getting detention too, for pulling Damian off of him.

While the teacher in charge took your “boyfriend” to the medical bay they had left them alone in the detention room.

“Are we supposed to be alone?” Damian asked “Aren’t they supposed to be supervising us?” He asked aloud to himself

“This is your first time in detention huh? Look I’m sorry about what happened.”

Damian looked surprised that you were talking to him, you two never had reason to interact before.

“Why are you apologising for him? You don’t control his actions.”

“Well.” You paused “Maybe I could have stopped him before he came over.“

Damian looked at them confused

“Stop trying to take responsibility for somebody else’s actions. You did try and help me so thank you.”

He got out of his seat and opened the window

“What are you doing?” You asked him

“Getting out of here, do you want to come?” He offered

“You’re crazy right? We’re 4 stories high.”

“Then let’s make a bet Y/N.” He smirked “If we get out of here and we don’t fall, then you should kiss me.”

“Fine. If we fall you have to tell my parents why I have so many broken bones.” you grinned

“If you fall, which you won’t, I’ll cover the bill.” He said confidently.

He wasn’t sure how he was speaking so confidently but he watched you contemplate. He knew you weren’t shy of climbing buildings, he’d actually seen you out during patrol, no trouble – just exploring the rooftops. Maybe that’s what made him intrigued.

Of course you agreed

“You’ll have to hold on okay?” You nodded and held onto him. Damian felt himself choke up a bit but regained his regular breathing pattern and focused on him getting them onto the roof.

Once he had gotten you both up there you sat down on the edge and looked off at the view if Gotham. It wasn’t too late but the winter season meant the sun was setting earlier and just in time for the sun to set. Things were strangely calm he thought but nice.

Damian placed himself next to you and broke the silence “Why are you dating such a dumbass?” He asked, he didn’t really want to know the answer but he couldn’t figure it out.

You gave him a weird look “You think I’m dating my cousin?”

He matched your expression “I thought he was your boyfriend, you hug and always are around him.”

Your broke out in laughter “He has no other friends, and he’s overprotective oh my gosh!”

Damian blushed, figuring out relationships weren’t his strong suit and he really should’ve known better

“I’m sorry I just assumed.” He muttered. Rookie mistake he thought angrily

You tried to stop laughing, you really did but giggles were still escaping. “I’m sorry, but this is hilarious.” You noticed a sour look on his face. “Here, you won the bet.” You moved to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his face to look at you and your lips landed on his.

Fireworks went off in his head and chest and  he possibly imagined people cheering for him. The kiss finished when you pulled away. He couldn’t shift his focus from you but grew concerned when he saw your expression change to confusion while looking in the distance. Wasn’t he that good? Did he mess it up?

“Is that Nightwing cheering at us over there?”

Damian groaned in response to your question.