superhero–imagines:

* Everyone gets invited to Damian’s 16th birthday party

* By mail of course, Damian would never bother handing them out himself

* The next day, an entire flock of girls is all over him first thing in the morning

* You watch from a bit of a distance wondering if you should risk trying to talk to him

* A girl clings to his arm and points to her phone, if you recall she’s his childhood friend

* “Dami, buy me this dress for your party okay?”

* “Fine”

* You’ll….just talk to him later.

* You’re sitting at lunch with your friends, you can practically feel the invitation burning in your back pack

* “You should show up in sweats, have a glass of champagne, give a hate speech and leave” your friend says confidently

* Damian had been your English partner a few months ago, he was a little standoffish at first, but he warmed up over time

* He was easy to talk to, despite the rumors, and you liked being around him

* But what really stole your heart was his smile

* Hoping beyond hope maybe he liked you too, you had tried to ask Damian Wayne out in a date, only for him to turn bright red and walk away before you could even ask.

* Your friends had yet to forgive him

* “No she should at least stay for the cake, I also heard he’s having candied fruit and a gold foil bar.”

* “I heard he’s going to have a whole room full of dresses for the girls to pick from”

* You sigh, looking over to where he’s sitting.

* He’s on the other side of the lunchroom, sitting with a few other boys.

* He has a book out in front of him, but it’s unopened.

* The boys around him all start to laugh, but instead of laughing with them, he turns to look in your direction

* For a second your eyes briefly meet, before he rushes to look away

* His cheeks tinged red

* You sigh and turn away as well, you knew he didn’t like you back, but he must seriously hate you

* “So are you all going to his party?” You ask, only to receive the obvious answer

* “You know, maybe his dad will fall in love with you at first sight, and then you can be Damian Wayne’s step mom and ground him.”

* “That’s wrong, for a lot of reasons”

* A few days pass, and you’re debating on wether to go or not.

* Obviously he sent one to everyone in school, it would look bad if he didn’t send you one too

* It’s not like he wanted you there or anything

* You go shopping with your friends for outfits for the party, and making plans for who’s driving.

* All the while wondering if it’s okay for you to go

* Of course you want to go to your crush’s birthday party

* But if he doesn’t want you there, that defeats the whole purpose

* You’re a little down to be honest, unsure of what the right thing to do is, you excuse yourself from class to go to the bathroom

* You don’t need to go to the bathroom

* You take a walk, deciding maybe a drink will do you good, letting out a long sigh.

* You near the vending machine, only to see the source of your conundrum, leaning down to get a drink from the vending machine.

* You’re about to turn away, you’re not feeling strong enough to confront him

* But before you can even turn away, he stands upright and his eyes meet yours

* For the longest moment neither of you say anything, the hair starts to stand on the back of your neck

* In the heat of the moment, and in desperation to make this situation at least a little bit less awkward, you say:

* “You’re thirsty too huh?”

* Why did you just say that?

* “The air humidity in this school is atrocious.” He murmurs, clearing his throat.

* You laugh and slide past him to get a drink yourself, hoping he’ll just leave

* Instead he stays, opening his water bottle and taking a shallow sip

* In the middle of waiting for your iced tea to make its way through the machine Damian clears his throat

* “So I noticed you haven’t RSVP’d for my birthday party this weekend”

* Your head whips around on its own accord, taking in Damian’s flushes face. His hand trembling slightly

* “Um yeah, I might have some family plans on Saturday.”

* “The party ends at 3am”

* Now you’re practically sweating, completely ignoring your iced tea

* You’re not exactly sure what you should say at this point, you certainly can’t admit you think he hates you

* “You should come.” He finally says in the softest voice, cheeks bright pink, before smiling slightly.

* He leaves before you can manage a response

* You lay in bed that night, completely unsure yet again

* You glance at the invitation on your bedside table

* In a moment of courage, or perhaps stupidity, you reach out and type in the rsvp link.

* You stutter for a second, when you see your name pop up on a personal website. The rsvp button right underneath

* Before you can think, you quickly press rsvp, and close your phone.

* Then you reach out for it again, texting your friends in the group chat if there’s room in the car for one more.

* The next morning, you’re a mess, you don’t have anything right for a party like Damian’s

* If you have a good outfit, you don’t have the right shoes

* If you have the right shoes you don’t have the right outfit.

* “7th grade dress, 11th grade body.” You groan, throwing back an outfit (borrowed from the kissing booth I think)

* You can’t ask your friends for any help, you don’t want them to think you’re getting your hopes up

* You also don’t want your friend telling you to go in sweat pants or try and seduce Bruce Wayne

* At this point you wish you’d asked him to buy you a dress like that girl

* You finally settle on a floral summer dress and some plain black wedges

* It’s definitely not fancy enough, but hopefully you won’t stand out too much

* You hope doing your hair, and perhaps some make up will hide the casual outfit.

* You get in the car with your friends, feeling more out of place at their prom-esque attire

* You breathe in deeply as you approach the manor

* Your wonder overtaking how out of place you are right now

* You each step up and offer your invitation to the older gentleman up ahead.

* He’s actually scanning the QR code on each invitation, it’s almost like you’re going to a concert.

* “The Wayne’s don’t play around when it comes to parties huh?”

* Finally you get to the front, and the older gentleman doesn’t scan your invitation like the others

* “ Miss. (L/N), if you would follow me please.”

* He has someone replace him, and leads you to down a hall, far from the upbeat music

* Whatever ease you had felt waiting with everyone, is suddenly gone.

* He finally stops and opens a door, to what appears to be a giant closet.

* “Young master Wayne has prepared a gown of his choosing in several sizes, with matching shoes.”

* He presses a button, and a panel for a dress rack pops out

* On it are identical strapless black dresses with a simple gold belt.

* “I will be waiting outside to escort you to the party once you have finished changing, if you require assistance getting dresses I can call on a maid to assist.”

* “No, I’m fine thank you” you mumble, your cheeks glowing red as Alfred closes the door behind him.

* Damian doubts you so much, he knew you wouldn’t be able to even properly dress yourself.

* Embarrassed you consider climbing out the window and walking home

* Of course your house is over ten miles away so that doesn’t seem very feasible

* You sigh, stroking over to the dresses and pulling out your size. Before jumping into it, and sliding the zipper up.

* You’re glad you went with gold earring so they wouldn’t clash with the dress

* You slide into the shoes he bought as well.

* You glance at yourself in the mirror, and despite the terrified look on your face, you have to admit

* You look pretty good

A/N: there’s going to be two parts, because tumblr has a text limit