A/N: here you go! i have no idea where i was going with this one lol
#13. Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.” / #43. “Any particular reason why you’re naked?”
“Fuck.” You winced as soon as you opened your eyes, the full force of the sun was blasting into your retinas and your head was pounding intensely, “I feel like I’ve been hit by a car.”
Damian, who you’d noticed had been leaning against your doorjamb, snorted amusedly, “You drank yourself into unconsciousness. It was almost impressive to watch.”
“You should have stopped me.”
“I did. You refused to listen.” He hummed, something akin to fondness in his tone, “I recall putting you to bed properly last night, however, your current state leaves me baffled. Any particular reason as to why you’re naked?”
“Shit, Damian.” You tugged the sheets that had fallen to your lap up around you.
A small huff that was Damian’s version of a chuckle left his lips before he straightened up, “I’ll leave you to it then. There are water and medicine on the bedside table and some clothing in the bathroom. Breakfast will be served soon.”
Damian Wayne sleeping/cuddling with you when you can’t fall asleep. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulls you as close as possible to him and caresses your head. He feels warm and his scent is pretty masculine but at the same time, he smells like almond milk. He looks adorable when he’s actually tranquil.
You’re actually a little surprised that he was actually willing to do this for you since this was one of those rare times when he let his guard down and took some actual rest while having the risk of being seen like this by any of his brothers, his butler or even his father. It just wasn’t his nature to show affection in front of people, but you were glad he was willing to do take that risk if it was for you and you only.
Just writing this made me smile and melt, so I hope this was worth the wait, Dear Anon!
You were no stranger to Damian’s late hours. Many times you had gotten frantic texts or calls telling you to get out of your apartment and off your block. Your apartment wasn’t in a good part of town, but it was all you could afford at the time. After the sixth time Damian had both called you and came to make sure you’d left, the sixth time Damian had just about dropped dead out of fear for you, he came up with a idea.
It had taken a good two hours of begging (at least, as close to begging as the mighty Damian Wayne would get) you, plus another three hours of working out details, Damian had convinced you to move to much nicer apartment in a far better, safer side of Gotham, with him. You’d played around with the idea of moving in together before, but something had always come up before you could.
He left out the part about it giving him peace of mind, knowing you were in a safe place whenever he couldn’t be there to be sure.
You he become well acquainted with his schedule, had become used to him sliding in to bed long after you had gone to bed. Some nights, though you weren’t the one waiting up for him.
Damian sat cross-legged on the king-sized bed, arms crossed, eyes centered on the back of your head. Titus laid next to him, watching you just as intently. Neither of them seemed to like sleeping without you, so they waited. And waited. And waited.
His eyes darted to your side of the bed, where your alarm clock informed him that it was far too late to be doing paperwork. “Beloved, can the rest not wait until tomorrow?” He wasn’t about to admit it, but it was one of his rare nights off of patrol, and, yes, he was pouting.
You didn’t turn to look at him, but you did shift your papers around to see how many sheets were left. “No, sweet-cheeks, I need to get these forms filled out and mailed by tomorrow morning, or the orders won’t go through until next week.”
He rolled his eyes, resting his chin in one hand, and leaving the other to rest on Titus’s back. He heard you sigh.
You were tired too, and you felt bad for not being able to spend time with him on his night off, but you didn’t want to get fired. “I’ll be done before the hour’s up, I promise.”
He grumbled something in response, but you didn’t catch it.
You should have expect him to get impatient. Damian Wayne had never been one to like waiting, or one to accept the way things were if he didn’t like it. Knowing this, you really shouldn’t have been surprised when a pair of toned, tanned arms lifted you up out of your desk chair, You squealed, impulsively wrapping your arms around his neck, as he was holding you bridal style. “Damian Wayne, put me down!” You tried to sound stern, but you couldn’t choke back your laughter.
“Alright, I will.”
You knew better than to think he would comply so quickly. Still, you squealed again when he threw you onto the bed. You we’re breathless with laughter now, a wide grin stretching across your lips.
Damian mirrored your expression, showing off perfectly straight teeth that offered a grand contrast to his tanned skin. He crawled across the mattress to you before you could slide away, coming to hover over you with one hand planted on either side of your face.
Your laughter didn’t have time to die down when he all but crushed you, dropping down to lay on top of you. His weight made it difficult to keep a steady intake of air to fuel your laughter, but he wasn’t going to allow your laughter to slow.
You squirmed beneath him, your laughter going from playful to pure insanity as his fingers poked the space between your ribs and your hips. You could feel his chest vibrating with his own laughter, you could hear it from his grin right next to your ear. He buried his face in the crook of your neck to hide it, but he continued tickling you mercilessly.
Only when your face was red and your laughter was left nearly soundless did he finally relent, propping himself up enough for you to regain your breath.
When you finally got a good look at him, he was wearing a smile so rare that you had to stop and admire it for a moment, like a breathtaking jewel buried in the deepest part of the deepest cave. He was glowing.
In this moment, you wondered how a man so beautiful and kind could be anything but adored. Moments like this were the reason you hadn’t left, the reason why you were defend his name until your dying breath.
In your fleeting moment of utter bliss, Damian leaned down, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. “How many times have I told you how much I love you?” he asked you sweetly, voice softer than silk.
You hummed, rolling your eyes to the side in mock-thought. “Never,” you replied jokingly, a new, much softer smile blooming across his face.
“I love you more than the skies love their clouds, more than the rain loves the earth,” you smiled at his words, his forehead coming to rest against yours. “I love you as birds love to sing, as the rain loves to fall. You could only be described as the sun in my sky, the moon among my stars. You are the song in my air, the light of my stars.” He pressed another, gentle, slow kiss to your lips that left your heart swelling and your mind reeling. “You are my happiness, [Y/N] [L/N].”
I am so sorry this didn’t get put out sooner. I had it written and ready last week, but Tumblr somehow deleted it before it posted. Again, Dear Anon, I am very sorry.
Dick Grayson:
Of all his brothers, Dick is the funniest to see sleeping. You have a sneaking suspicion that his contorted sleeping positions are a result of his dreams. Whatever the cause, he is usually found practically unconscious, twisted into some strange position. Contrary to popular belief, he has a difficult time falling asleep on hard surfaces, or sitting upright.
Sharing the bed with you doesn’t change much. He has (surprisingly) only kicked or pushed you off the mattress a handful of times. He seems mindful of your existence for the most part. Even in his sleep, he would rather roll off the bed himself than kick or hit you unintentionally.
On his worst nights, though, he doesn’t end up twisted up like a pretzel. On his worst nights, he curls around you.
Jason Todd:
Jason sleeps normally sleeps on his side, with back pressed against something. Sometimes it’s the back of the couch, sometimes it’s the wall his bed sits against, sometimes it’s you. He sleeps lightly, with the exception of a night or two out of the week.
He sleeps best with you around. While you don’t always sleep wrapped around one another, it’s rare for him to sleep without touching you in some way. His sleep is least restless if when you lay on top of him, or if he falls asleep on your lap.
Something you learned early on is that he never sleeps properly without some kind of weapon within reach. He keeps a knife Ducktaped to the side of the mattress against the wall and a gun in the drawer of his nightstand, where you can’t accidentally hurt yourself or him if you bump it.
Tim Drake:
Tim doesn’t exactly have a sleep schedule, as we all know. He sleeps in spurts throughout the night, laying down and getting up several times. He sleeps heavily in his own bed for an hour or two, then gets up to continue his work for another few hours, before flopping back down on his mattress. He sleeps in whatever position he lands in.
This doesn’t change when you’re with him. The only difference you make is that he doesn’t leap onto the bed, for fear of landing on you or accidentally smacking you, but rolls on it. He still sleeps in however he sleeps, but he keeps skin-to-skin contact with you. Sometimes he has a hand on your back or your arm, sometimes his knee is pressed against you, sometimes one of his legs is draped haphazardly over yours.
His sleeping patterns woke you up the first few times you had stayed the night, but anymore, it doesn’t bother you a bit.
Damian Wayne:
Damian sleeps the lightest out of all his brothers. You know it’s due to the extensive training and all his years both with his grandfather and as a vigilante. As far as you can tell, you’re the only one so far who’s been able to slip into his room without waking him. He usually sleeps on his side or his back, and only with a weapon nearby. He took a cue from Jason, keeping a dagger under his pillow, and one of his favorite swords tucked between his bed and nightstand.
Your presence beside him affects his sleeping greatly. Depending on what has happened that day (weather either of you are concerned or feeling uneasy), he either sleeps harder than usual or somehow lighter. You suspect it’s out of protectiveness, something he is in no short of.
You’ve found that he sleeps best with white noise. If he doesn’t have something on, his mind overreacts to every little sound, searching for something that could be a danger. You prefer to leave on the radio, but the hosts’ voices have woken him up before, so you settle for voiceless instruments.
Because you are listed as my “number one fan”, I wanted to get this to you as fast as I could to show my appreciation. If you don’t like it, let me know, and I’ll try again. And I’ll have you know that I do recognize your picture and name when it comes up on my likes. Thank you for being my first non-anon request and a wonderful supporter!
Damian crossed his arms, blue-green eyes boring through your [E/C] ones. “Truthfully, [Y/N], I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You mirrored his stance, but cocked your hip to show just how annoyed you were. Despite your efforts, the gleam in your eyes told a different story. “Damian Wayne, I have known you for too long. You’ve lost the ability to lie to me.” Your raised an eyebrow, inclining your head towards his bedroom door, which he guarded as if it were hiding mounds of gold. “Open it up, or tell me what you’ve got in there.”
With a second’s debate, and a heavy sigh, he grabbed you by the hand and shoved the door open. You were prepared to find just about anything, from the world’s most beautiful painting, to the world’s deadliest creature. He pulled you in behind him, making sure to shut the door behind you both.
“Is that … Where did you get a pit bull puppy?” You were truly astonished. The little white wriggly ball of fur and loos skin bound over to you, viciously attacking your shoelaces. You shifted your foot to give him more of a challenge, which earned a muffled grumble.
“Father and I broke up a dog fighting ring. He was the only white one of his litter.” He stood at your side, hands on his hips, watching the tiny animal pounce to your other shoe. “You had mentioned wanting a dog to keep a watch over your house, so …”
Your smile immediately vanished, your head snapping up to face him. “You don’t mean that.”
“When have you ever known me to say something I don’t mean?” The mischievous smile crawling across his face was almost enough to make you slap him.
You deadpanned, temporarily ignoring the ankle-bitter gnawing on the toe of your shoe. “When we first met you told me-”
“I said a lot f things back then.”
“That time at the park when you-”
“I was joking.”
“Then, on our first date-”
“Well-”
“And that other time on the bus-”
“Alright, alright, you win,” he groaned, crouching down to scoop up the little beast. “But I am serious this time.” He held it out to you. “Will you accept my gift, beloved?”
You beamed, snatching the little thing from his hands, “Yes!” You cradled it to your chest, scratching its back. Damian reached over to rub its head.
A sort-of part two of “Intuition”: this is the other side of the coin. Instead of the reader having a nightmare about Damian, it’s the other way around.
Damian hardly ever got more than a few hours of sleep in a night. You were glad he got more than Tim, but you still worried. He needed more, no matter what he said.
It wasn’t rare for him to wake up from a dream, more specifically a nightmare, but that didn’t make it any better. He usually preferred to sleep beside you, weather it was your house or his, because that was one less thing he had to worry about. You were there, within reach.
He was glad that both your parents trusted you enough to let you stay at the manor at the drop of a hat, or allow him to stay at your house, even if one of you usually ended up sneaking into the other’s bed.
Tonight was different.
You were asleep in your own bed, in your own room.
Damian had been alseep in his own bed, in his own room.
That is, until he was jarred awake at the sound of your blood-curdling scream. He jolted up in bed, heaving another harsh breath, fingers curling into the sheets until his knuckles were white. He could feel the slick layer of sweat sticking his shirt to his chest, the damp sheets beneath him. The dry portion of the sheets were tangled and wrapped around him like tentacles dragging him to the bottom of the ocean. It would have made sense, considering how hard it was to breathe.
When he finally reined in his scrambled mind and forced himself to calm down, realize that he wasn’t in a dark cement room, wasn’t bound to a chair, and that Slade wasn’t driving a sword through your abdomen, his breathing finally leveled out.
He reached for his phone, yanking it off the charger. He unlocked it quickly, and pulled up your contact with equal speed. He pressed the green call button and lifted the device to his ear.
He knew it was irrational, and that he should just let you sleep, but he already knew he wouldn’t if he didn’t hear directly from you that you were okay.
It rang. And rang. And rang. And rang. When it went to voicemail, Damian’s anxiety was reaching a peak. Rationally, he knew you were alseep. Or course you were, it was two in the morning.
But he couldn’t help himself. The dread was pouring down his spine like buckets of ice water. He untangled himself from his bedsheets and stumbled across the dark room, threw on the closest set of clothes, and pulled on a pair of discarded Converse. You would be angry with him for waking you up, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. He grabbed a hoodie and pushed the window open.
Your whole apartment building was dark, like most of the other buildings on your block. He was thankful your bedroom window was on the fire escape, because he had left his key in his rush over. Besides, he didn’t want to wake up the rest of your household.
He crouched down in front of your window and peered in. The blue nighight plugged in by your door gave off enough light for him to see inside, and he could plainly see your form tucked under a pile of blankets. The nightlight wasn’t really for you, it was for him, after the time he came over after patrol to check on you, he had tripped over a pile of school books and narrowly avoided getting caught in costume by your parents (you ended up shoving him into your closet and telling your parents you had just gotten up for the bathroom and tripped).
He pushed up the window as quietly as possible and slid inside, this time stepping over a new pile of reading books. He planned on getting you a bookshelf for your birthday.
He stopped at the side of your bed. You laid with your back to him. He leaned over you, steading himself with his hands on the mattress, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
You drew in a deep breath, an immediate sign of your awakening. Your eyes cracked open, a small smile already tipping your lips upward. You only rolled over a enough to look at him properly, and he stayed in place. “Hello,” you murmered groggily.
He didn’t fight off the little smile curling his lips. “Hello, beloved,” he replied, only loud enough for you to hear.
He saw your eyes darting toward your alarm clock, your eyebrows furrowing. You looked back at him. “Why are you here to late?”
He didn’t answer right away, and you already knew why. It was something that mattered to him. A lot, if he wouldn’t even tell you. You didn’t let him wage the inner battle on weather to lie or not. “Doesn’t matter,” you hummed, wiggling closer to the other side of the bed, “but you should probably stay here tonight.”
You could see it in his eyes: the worry dissipating. It was the same gleam in his eyes every time he woke up from a nightmare, waking you up in the process, and turned to see you. The visible wave of relief washing over him, shoulders rolling to a more relaxed place, wrinkles between his brows disappearing.
He nodded, feigning reluctance as he pulled his hoodie off. “I suppose, if you insist.” You almost laughed at how easily he gave in, but at the same time, it made you wonder just how bad that dream must have been for him not to put up a fight. You pulled the covers back just as he sat down prying off his shoes by the heels and dropping them to the floor.
He laid down beside you, pulling the covers down with him. You smiled sleepily at him, hoping to provide as much comfort as possible. You might risk asking again in the morning, but for now, this was the best you could do.
He reached up, gently tapping the end of your nose. You scrunched your face up, which earned a wider smile from him. Then, you lay there together in the silence, listening to the sound of city nightlife outside.
“You asked why I came,” he suddenly said. “I had a nightmare about you. I came to be sure you were alright,” he admitted queitly, carefully studying the beautiful [E/C] in your eyes. It reminded him of a whole galaxy.
You were honestly a bit startled by his openess, which, knowing Damian, was understandable, so it took you a moment to reply. In fact, you weren’t sure exactly how to. “I’m okay, Dame.”
His hand, still resting by your face, moved up to cup your cheek. “Yes, I see that.” He tried to make it sound cool and slick, but you could easily hear the raw emotion behind those words. Worry, relief, adoration, and a few others you couldn’t identify.
You wriggled closer to him, burrying your face in the soft material of his T-shirt. You fealt his arms wrap around you securely, the same as you felt his whole body relax and his breathing grow deeper.
You were safe. You were okay. You were tightly wrapped in his arms once again, and anyone who wished to change that fact would have to face the worst side of Damian Al’ Ghoul Wayne to even get the chance.
I do have one but I’m struggling a bit with the plot so maybe if you have any particular request you can send it to me and I’ll be more than glad to write it(or try to lol) but thank you so much for reading my work and I’m glad you enjoy them!
For the original stories, I hope I get over my fear and actually post them but thanks for the encouragement, lovely!!
Here is a short one shot to show my love for you ^^
damian wayne x reader
warnings: FLUFF
note: I apologize if it’s awkward or not good but I kinda suck at writing fluff hehe I love angst stuff but I don’t mind trying new stuff every once in a while!
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Damian was jealous from the attention his brother was getting. It was rare for Damian to bring his friends to his house. Actually, he didn’t like anyone enough to bring to his house as he couldn’t tolerate with the students who’d always pamper him with questions or even dare to wonder how was his life as Bruce Wayne’s son. He did tolerate with one classmate though. (Y/n) (l/n) seemed like a very good friend to have as she was carefree and nice. She treated him like the annoying boy he was and he couldn’t say he hated it, even if they always annoyed each other. After knowing her for a while he decided to share his secret with her and strangely she already knew he was robin. Connecting the dots, she soon figured out everyone’s second identity.
Today he thought he’d invite her a bit maybe to watch a movie or hang out with the company of his adorable dog, titus. He didn’t plan for his obnoxious brother to butt in and steal the attention from him. Tim was having a surprisingly easy conversation with the girl as they talked about Red Robin things and Damian decided to interrupt.
“You should leave now, drake. I think father requested you.”
Tim gave him a confused look. “No, I don’t think I heard Bruce call—“
“Just get out!” Tim seemed to understand why he was ordered to leave and smirked at his little brother before smiling politely at the girl and left. (Y/n) raised a brow at the sudden shout but smiled when she saw how worked up Damian has got, she pet titus who gladly accepted the gesture. “You know, dams. I guess Red Robin has his moments.” Damian rolled his eyes at her statement but she continued, smiling widely. “But, Robin is the best.”
Facial expressions quickly changed and a smug look appeared. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m much better.”
His jealousy slowly faded and was replaced with ego as he smiled proudly at the girl who slowly crept into his heart.
Buenos Dias muchachalatas. I have finally completed this imagine and will be starting the next one that had been requested soon, I promise. This imagine is based off “How the batboys react to S/O asking to them, kissing their cheeks and walking away from them. “ Anyways, please enjoy!
Bruce: Usually he is the culprit to this crime so whenever you do it, it kinda of surprises him. He is used to you giving him long kisses right on the lips. However that morning you were rushed and you needed to get somewhere quickly. So you gathered all your stuff with your shoes half on and gave him a quick kiss right on the cheek as a quick goodbye. As you were walking away you felt someone grip you around your wrist and pull you back. “Hey! Whats the meaning of this? I was expecting a proper kiss!” Bruce says quite offendedly. You roll your eyes and give him a ‘really?’ look and proceed to give him a quick kiss on the lips. You begin to walk away again but he pulls you back. “Bruce, I have to go” you state anxiously. “Screw that, I expect a proper kiss” he says. “Ugh” you say and almost break his neck by how forcefully you pull him towards you. With a sharp gasp from his side you place your lips right over his and proceed to give him a very passionate kiss, you make sure to stay there for several seconds without giving him time to breathe. Finally you pull away and say “Better?”. You notice how hard he is breathing and laugh. He looks into your eyes, absolutely dumbfounded. “Bye, Bruce” you announce with a wave of your hand. You turn around with a smirk on your face and finally made it out of the door.
Dick: Since Dickie boy is such a loving and compassionate soul, he really enjoys any sort of affection. This includes you kissing his cheek and walking away. The first time that you did this to him was when you were still friends and you guys and some friends of yours were out at the bar. You were a little tipsy and were ready to hit the hay so when you were saying bye to everyone, you unexpectedly came to hug him and without thinking gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Right when you did that he froze up and you left without realizing what you did to him. The most memorable “kiss on cheek” was a night right after patrol. He was feeling super grateful for having you patch him up. So while he was laying down on the couch with 3 stitches and multiple bruises you went to go wash up, leaving him with a kiss on his cheek. But before you could even rise up from your position you felt him caress your face in his calloused hands. He pulled you closer and gently said “I love you”. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes you felt your heart thundering and you gave him a smile. Unfortunately, before you said anything else he closed his eyes and began happily snoring.
Jason: This dude usually never lets you get away with doing that. But, the first time you did this was when everyone (Dick, Tim, Steph, Babs, Dami and Cassie) was chilling in the living room and you guys were friends but super flirty with each other. After having a fun night of talking, it was time for you to leave, so you got up and proceeded to give everyone a hug but when it came to Jason you gave him a peck on the cheek and winked, saying “Bye, Jason” as seductively as you could, leaving a thoroughly confused and blushing Jason behind. Though this was not a huge action it was enough for everyone to realize his true feelings towards you. He froze in place and everyone was staring at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. You remember your heart pounding right after and your uncontrollable smiling. After you guys got together, whenever you get up from wherever you are and give him a kiss on the cheek he grabs you by your hips and spins you towards him making you face him. “Jay, I just need to go to the bathroom” you say quickly. “I know but you ain’t leaving until you kiss me” he replies mischievously. Your faces were centimeters apart, his eyes flitting down to your lips and your breath becoming shallow. After a couple seconds of living in the moment he closes the gap between the two of you and fastens his mouth over yours leading to a pretty hot make out session, but sadly came to an end because of your need to pee.
Tim: I feel like this little cutie would become super blushy if it ever happens in front of people. Once you guys had just finished patrol and you were planning to retire back home so you gave him a kiss right on his cheek as a little goodbye. “Goodbye Timmy” you said. “Oh, um I- goodbye” he stated rather nervously. The reason for his stuttering was because you didn’t realize the big bad bat behind you, and you left poor Timmy to explain what was happening between you two. It was super awkward and Bruce kinda ended the conversation with “I’d rather not know”. However when you guys are alone he usually becomes very lovey afterwards. Once he was working on a project and you bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek because you just got back from work. Because he was super tired of researching and he didn’t see you for sometime he tried initiating something further. It’s super cute, he follows you around hoping that you would properly kiss him. Usually he gets a lot of kisses on the cheeks because he is always working on something.
Damian: He honestly loves those kisses but will never admit it, probably of his arrogance but…whatever. However when you first did it to him he was so confused and so embarrassed. This is probably because he is just one clueless boy. Anyways whenever you do it to him he always gets turned on because any sort of affection does. He will usually try to lead you to the bedroom afterwards and you notice this and try doing it when he is in front of his dad just to watch him struggle. You have done this a couple of times and his reaction stayed the same. Bruce wanted to talk to him privately so you just got jump and kissed him on the cheek leaving him very horny. It was quite funny to see his face suddenly becoming frozen as he realized what you were doing. You locked your eyes with him and you could immediately tell that you would be paying for that but you didn’t care. You chuckled and made your way out the room not before peeking back at him seeing him trying his best to cover up any emotion on his face. The whole conversation they had ended up going over his head because all he was thinking about was you, seductively retreating back to the kitchen. ‘Oh, they are going to be punished for this’ he said to himself.
“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.
Toad's Cave 