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Alibi

Damian Wayne (fluff)

Unrequested

“If anyone asks you, I have been studying with you all day.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, pinching the phone between your shoulder and your ear. You needed your hands to wash the dishes from lunch. After a quick glance behind you, you knew no one was around to hear you. “Okay, but why?”

“I don’t have time to explain everything-” you could hear Superboy shouting in the background, then the sound of metal clashing- “but I will later tonight. I’ll call you back then, alright?”

Still confused and concerned, you decided it would be best to wait until he had time. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t forget to call me,” you replied. He hung up immediately after, without so much as a goodbye.

Eyebrows still knitted together, you placed the phone back on the window sill and went back to rinsing off the last few dishes. However, you were once again interrupted by your phone chiming to alert you to a call.

When you picked it up with a sigh, you found Bruce’s contact flashing across the screen.

Shortly after an incident about two months ago involving Damian refusing to answer anyone’s calls but yours, Bruce had given you his number – in the very likely event that it would happen again.

You drew in a deep breath. “Hello, Mr. Wayne.”

“Hello, [Y/N]. Have you by any chance spoken to Damian lately?” He spoke quickly, sounding out of breath himself.

“Yes, in fact,” you glanced at the clock, “he just left here a few minutes ago to get some snacks.” You were prouder than you should have been at how easy it had become to lie to Bruce over the course of yours and Damian’s relationship.

“Snacks? What are you two doing?” He was trying to sound casual, but you could hear the skepticism and slight panic underlying his voice.

“Well, we were studying, but then we decided to watch a movie marathon, but my mom didn’t buy popcorn this week, so Damian offered to get some,” you explained, turning the water to the sink off. “Didn’t he tell you? Did he even ask if he could spend the night?”

Bruce was quiet for a minute. “No, no he didn’t.” He sighed. You could imagine him standing in the Cave, pinching the bridge of his nose, or rubbing a hand down his face. “Um, would you tell him that I called? And that it’s fine if he stays the night, but tell him to call me.”

By the sound of it, you thought Damian might appreciate the peace of your home as apposed to the chaos of his.

You bit back a smile. “Yeah, sure. I’ll tell him as soon as he gets back, Mr. Wayne.”

“Thank you, [Y/N], I appreciate it.”

“Of course. Bye, Mr. Wayne.”

“Goodbye.”

You sighed and hung up. Then you quickly pulled up yours and Damian’s text messages. In one long text, you explained what you had said and when everything had happened, so that if Bruce asked him later your stories differ.

With a smile on your face, your dropped onto your couch. He would owe you for this one, and you planned to utilize that fact accordingly.