Request: Hey hey! I like your two stories so far and I was hoping you can do one for me. Can you do a thing where Tim has a girlfriend who is super close to Damian( & vice versa) and the two bat bros are starting to fight over who gets to spend time with her?
A/N: Sorry this one was a little short!
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“(Y/N)!” The front door of the manor swung open before you were tackled by a familiar young boy. Damian Wayne was always uncharacteristically happy and loving around you; despite being Tim Drake’s girlfriend. You hugged him back and lifted him so his feet dangled above the ground and then entered the huge manor.“I heard you are staying over for the weekend, is that correct?” Damian asked excitedly as he released himself from your grip and proceeded to grab your hand.
“Yup!” You replied, letting the youngest Wayne pull you over to the couch.
“This is wonderful! We can play with Titus and watch movies-”
“(Y/N)! You’re here!” Damian’s happy ramble was cut off by your boyfriend who’d just came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hands. He placed the mug down and jogged over to you before scooping you off the couch. “You will not believe what I’ve planned for us this weekend,” he whispered, a smirk on his face.
Before you could say anything, Damian hopped off the couch and yanked at Tim’s shirt. “But (Y/N)’s going to spend time with me!”
You were still in Tim’s arms as the two brothers began to bicker.
“I was the one who invited her in the first place!”
“So? I believe (Y/N) will have more fun with me than you, Drake!”
“Shut it, demon spawn, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even know (Y/N)!”
“But I do know her, don’t I? And I’ll be spending this weekend with her no matter what!”
The two boys continued to yell at one another, with you literally being in the crossfire as Tim’s grip on you never faltered. You sighed as you listened to Damian just straight up insulting Tim on one end, and Tim throwing back snarky comments on the other. Tired of them shouting into your ears, you decided to intervene.
“Ladies, please,” you said in a faux cocky tone, “there’s plenty of me to go around.”
“But I am not fond of sharing.”
“Well, neither am I if it’s my girlfriend we’re talking about!”
This was going to be a long weekend.