He watched from the corner of his eye as you flipped through the heavy book in front of you. Your bottom lip was pulled into your teeth as your eyebrows knit together in concentration.
“Um Damian,” Your voice was strong and deep, yet it quivered with hesitation. His eyes were on you completely now. He noticed smaller details that he hadn’t when he was only glancing at you through his peripherals. The curve of your nose, and the way your eyebrows curved perfectly over your almond shaped eyes. The way your entire face seemed to perfectly align when you looked straight at him.
“Do you know what format the sources need to be in?” Your voice is softer now, lighter, sweeter.
You sit across from him, typing away on your laptop, cool as can be. You’re eyes narrow slightly, crinkling at the edges, mouth pulled into a straight line. Your eyebrows threading together ever so slightly. your face the poster image of someone hard at work.
You can’t tear your eyes away from the computer.
Damian can’t tear his eyes away from you.
His mouth pulls into a smile, bright enough to light up every lamp in the room, hell every streetlight all along Gotham. Then, as if he notices his smile might be too bright, he casually hides it in his palm. Turning sideways to avoid your face for a moment.
You don’t notice.
It’s been a month or two, and the honeymoon stage has officially ended.
Well at least for you.
You don’t blush when he holds your hand, or kisses you anymore. You don’t jump out of your skin every time he tugs you to him. You don’t sigh when he tucks you underneath his chin, your soul doesn’t leap out of your body for a second when you catch his eyes looking into yours.
But he still does.
His eyes soften whenever they rest on your face, he melts whenever you tug his hand in yours. His soul leaps out from underneath his skin whenever you smile at him.
He’s hopelessly devoted to you.
He glances away to his hands and smiles, to be honest he wondered if he even had a soul at this point. He figured he had probably sold it somewhere along the line, with every violent action he’d taken.
And yet, when he looked at you, he couldn’t be more sure.
Because to love you as he had, to see the world in such vibrancy, would be impossible. He looks at you once more, takes in the tense hands that linger on the keyboard just a second too long, the teeth that dig into the bright red bottom lip, and he just smiles.
If he truly did have a soul, like he thinks he does, then he’d devote it to you. A tribute to your existence, everything he has and everything he will be.
It’s all yours.
His face rests on his palm, a small smile curled onto his face. Your eyes jump up to meet his, (Enter your eye color Here) meets blue, and his smile only widens.
“Hey Dami can we go home now?” You ask, pulling an earplug out of your ear. The restless hands finally stilling on top of the keyboard. He nods and closes the book he hasn’t read a single word in.
But then you smile, and every thought melts away.
He smiles and shoves his book into his backpack.
He’ll read over his notes when he goes home, he thinks. Smiling as you hand slides into his.
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?
The window is large and heavy, but Damian’s able to push it open with his good arm. The other is stuck to his side, held in place on pure resolution only.
He sogh’s as the warm air brushed against his face instantly, the dimmed lights from the few lamps in the room illuminating the air.
He takes a moment to adjust himself, pull the window back in and press the lock into place. The next second his heart warms at the sight of you.
You haven’t waited up for him, at least not successfully. Your form is draped across the bed, still in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve jersey. But what truly warms his heart is the large dog beside you.
Titus’s head is underneath your hand, his head nuzzled into your side, short limbs flailed over your body. Damian can’t help but grin, it’s almost like he was trying to keep you warm. He sighs, patting Titus on the head, earning a soft grumble in response.
“Damian?” You’re eyes are only cracked open by a sliver, he’s still in his robin costume you note. He must have just come back.
“Go back to sleep beloved.” His voice is better then any lullaby, and you comply to his instructions almost immediately.
He ducks down swiftly, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead.
Requested by Anon – the reader is Dick’s girlfriend, and meets Damian for the first time, and she doesn’t know he’s all anti-social and stuff so she just picks him up and cuddles him and he’s really confused but warms up to her.
Dick and you had been dating for a month now, and everything was going great. He was sweet and kind, always making sure to be there when you needed him. However, your relationship had gotten serious enough for Dick to want to bring you to Wayne Manor to meet his adopted family.
You were very nervous as Dick drove you up the long driveway to Wayne Manor. “Dick, are you sure about this,” you ask, anxiously rubbing your hands together.
Dick gives you a reassuring smile before placing one of his hands on yours. You entwine your fingers with his. “Yeah, I’m sure,” Dick answers as he brings the car to a stop in front of the house. Your eyes widen when you see just how big Wayne Manor is.
“What if they don’t like me,” you mumble, still stunned by the overwhelming presence of the manor.
“How could they not love you,” Dick soothes, gently kissing your cheek. “You are the most beautiful, wonderful person I have ever met.” You blush madly at his compliment.
“Dick,” you breathe, embarrassed at his flattery. He chuckles at you before getting out of the car, only to run to your side to open the door for you.
He holds his hand out to you, “It will be fine, I promise.” Putting your faith in him, you take his hand allowing him to pull you out of the car.
Everything had been going fine so far. You met Alfred, Bruce, and Tim who were all polite and welcoming to you. After a few minutes of small-talk, you all had a small brunch together. Dick never left your side, keeping your hand in his. When brunch was over, Dick and Tim volunteered to give you a tour of the house.
“You doing okay,” Dick whispers in your ear as you both climb the stairs to see the upper floor. Tim was slightly ahead of you.
“I’m fine,” you response, giving him a reassuring smile. Since everything had been going well so far, you were becoming more relaxed and confident. Besides, it also helped that you suspected Tim had a crush on you for he blushed every time you looked at him.
Dick kisses your cheek in reply as his hand squeezes yours. Reaching the top of the stairs, Tim began to point out who’s bedroom was who’s until you all reached Dick’s old room. Dick gave you a playful smile before opening the door and leading you inside.
“What,” Dick remarks, startled by the young boy sitting on the bed, drawing in a sketchbook. “Damian, what are you doing in here?”
Damian shot a look at you before huffing, “TT.” He looked so alone, it broke your heart. His green eyes were watery, making him appear like a kicked puppy.
“You are the cutest thing I have ever seen,” you say brightly before walking over to the bed to drag him into a tight hug. “I think we’re going to be the best of friends.”
Damian’s eyes widen in shock, unsure of what to do as he was pressed against your chest. It felt nice being held, but it was something he had never really experienced before. After all, his mother never hugged him.
Dick’s mouth dropped open as he watched Damian relax into your embrace. Tim gasped behind him, “Is she doing what I think she’s doing?” Dick, still unable to speak, nodded his head in confirmation.
Meanwhile, you were too busy squeezing the life out of Damian. You plant a kiss on the top of his head, which makes his face grow red. Damian still didn’t know what to do. After another moment, he carefully slipped his arms around you to hug you back. Feeling him returning your hug, you cuddled him even more.
“He’s going to kill her,” Tim warns as he moves to break them apart only to feel Dick’s restraining arm on his shoulder.
“Wait, look at what he’s doing,” Dick whispers, not believing what he was seeing. “He’s hugging her back.”
You began to rock Damian back and forth when you felt his arms tighten around you. “Why are you doing this,” he asks softly, so the others couldn’t hear. You smile gently at him before placing another kiss on his head.
“You looked like you needed a hug, besides I wanted to introduce myself to you,” you explain as Damian buried his face into your chest.
“You did not greet the others this way,” Damian pointed out, mumbling into your chest.
You giggle, pressing your forehead against the top of his head. “That’s because you’re special,” you clarify. After about another minute, Damian pulls away from you. You give him a big smile while he stares at you blankly, raising one eyebrow.
Ruffling his hair, he huffs at you before getting off the bed and walking calmly out of the room. He nods at Dick and Tim as he passes them. You watch him leave. After he is gone, you look at Dick and Tim who stare at you in wonderment.
“What,” you ask, innocently. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You just hugged the demon,” Tim stammers, shaking his head in disbelief. He turns to Dick. “Your girlfriend must be a goddess.”
Dick shook himself out of his daze, still staring at you with wide-eyes. “I’m surprised he didn’t kill you,” he worries, walking over to you to take your hands. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” you laugh, not believing what you are hearing. “Why are you acting like this?”
“Sweetheart, Damian is not a normal child,” Dick tries to explain, looking into your eyes as if to make sure Damian didn’t harm you in anyway.
You roll your eyes at him, “Dick, he’s just a little boy who wants attention.” Deciding you needed to change the subject, you spun around to get a good look at Dick’s old bedroom. “So, this was room was yours?”
Dick narrowed his eyes at your change of topic, but let it go. “Yeah, this was mine…” You and Dick began to chat about his misadventures within this room. Tim held his head in his hands, still trying to comprehend what had happened.
After Dick and Tim finished the tour of the Manor, it was time for you and Dick to leave. You were both at the front door, saying your goodbyes when you notice a small shadow creeping around the corner. Peaking around the corner, you see Damian approach nervously.
“Damian,” you cry happily, making him jump. You scoop him up into a hug, swinging him back and forth. “It was so nice to meet you, Damian. You should come visit us sometime,” you offer, smiling when you feel him return the hug.
“TT,” he huffs, burying his face into your hair. You throw a glance over your shoulder at Dick only to find the rest of the family wearing stunned expressions similar to Dick and Tim’s from earlier that day. Pressing a kiss to the top of Damian’s head, you let him go to take Dick’s hand.
“Come on, Dick, we have to be going,” you say, dragging a shocked Dick out of the house and towards your car. “Bye, everyone.” You laugh when you are only met with the disbelieving stares of the Wayne family. “Bye Damian,” you add sweetly, getting a blank stare in return. However, you could see a small glint in his eye.
Dick recovered from his surprise halfway to the car. Turning to you, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “You really are a goddess. No one has ever made Bruce speechless before,” he whisper heatedly against your ear.
Grinning wildly, you pull him to the car. “Once we get home, I’ll show you just how much a goddess I am,” you tease, giggling when Dick gulped down his desire.
“I’m yours,” Dick assures as you both enter the car to go home. The day had been an unforgettable one for you, but it had been a memorable one for Damian as well.
• Damian is probably pretty protective of a non-vigilante s/o
• Doesn’t really like it when you go out alone, especially at night
• When you go out in public together his arm is always around you
• If you don’t know about his identity, he’s torn on telling you
• He wants you to know and be aware and able to be cautious
• But also doesn’t want to pull you into danger
• Tries his hardest to keep you out of danger and away from attention from adversaries
• Checks up on you a lot
• Teaches you self defense
Request: Some of the comics indicate Talia and Damian speak Arabic, so could I get a Reader x Damian (relatonship or friendship, either’s good!) fic where the Reader surprises Damian with Arabic somehow – like, by learning some basic Arabic greetings/goodbyes, or using the Arabic pronunciation of his name (which’d be Dem’yan) and he’s just kind of touched by that? Damian deserves more fluffy fics than the fandom gives him and you’re good at that genre, so I thought I’d offer up the idea.
AN: As I’ve done in the past, in lieu of poorly translating anything, I’m keeping everything in English and italicizing anything in Arabic.
He heard you coming up behind him in the garden from the moment you had stepped out the door. Still, Damian decided to wait until you announced your presence to him before looking up from his book. Within moments, you’d found your place next to him by Alfred’s perfectly manicured rose bushes.
“Hello Damian, how are you this lovely afternoon?” you asked exactly as you had practiced over and over again for the past few weeks.
“Y/N, what did you just say?” Damian questioned immediately, barely giving you a moment to sit down beside him under the tree. His book had been snapped shut from the moment you had begun to speak.
Now you were far more nervous than before. Had you mispronounced something and said something horrible? Meekly you clarified, “I said ‘hello Damian, how are you this lovely afternoon’ did I say something wrong? I kept practicing and really wanted to say it right.”
“There were minor imperfections, but you got it mostly right,” Damian praised. “What I don’t understand is why you have a sudden interest in Arabic.”
“Because the language is a part of you, Damian,” you answered simply. “So much has changed for you from every story you told me, so I thought I’d try and do something that might make some of those big changes a little easier on you.”
You could plainly see across his face that while he understood the words you were saying, he was still completely confused. You knew that the part he was struggling to understand couldn’t be explained with words, he needed to understand the love and feelings behind the action.
“Not many people are willing to put in the effort, Y/N,” he mustered, struggling to make eye contact.
“I’m not many people, Damian,” you replied. “Besides, everyone should have a little part of home to comfort them.”
Before you could blink, you were enveloped in a bone crushing hug. The appreciation for your consideration and care needed no translation, and you knew even if he was never able to completely vocalize his feelings, this small gesture of yours meant the world to him. Damian couldn’t remember the last time someone had worked so hard to make him feel comforted just because they cared about him, rather than as a means for future advancement.
As soon as Damian released you, he was already pulling you back to the house. You did what you could to keep up as he pulled you along to the manor’s library. Damian tried to rush you along saying, “C’mon Y/N, if you’re going to learn the language, you need to have the best tutor…me.”
You knew you made the right choice, finding a new way to spend quality time with your best friend. Like you said, everyone should have a little part of home for comfort, and if you could be the one to give that to Damian, all the better.
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BRUCE: Bruce doesn’t normally get jealous, he knows you love him and honestly? He’s rich, good-looking and kind, what’s not to like? But there are a few moments when some guys at school try to get too familiar with you. He doesn’t get involve until they start making you uncomfortable and boy, he hates it. So real casual he would arrive and get an obvious grip of your waist while looking at the guy like he was nothing and asking him to get lost. Surprisingly, Alfred’s lessons on how to maintain a facade work extremely well to make other guys feel like they’re not worth of anything everytime Bruce looks down at them.
DICK: He can be quite jealous and he hates it. He hates feeling possessive of you because you’re not an object that belongs to him but sometimes he can’t help it. So everytime you two go out with his brothers and someone decides to try and hit on you he doesn’t do casual on mentioning that he’s a cop, and a Wayne. That’s enough to scare everyone who tries to steal you from him.
JASON: He has abandonment issues, that not a secret. Dying, coming back, facing Bruce, seeing Tim as his replacement… he doesn’t do well with the possibility of losing someone. So that’s why he is rather protective and jealous, he thinks you can do better than him. Sow hen you two go out clubbing and someone takes a chance to dance with you or hit on you Jason’s there the second the even glare at you. His usual bat family glare that said “Hey dude, why don’t you give off before something bad happens, huh?” made everyone uneasy, but the heated and possessive kiss that always came along made then go away as fast as the came. You always were a little pissed at him when he got jealous but you always amde sure he knew you loved him and you’d never leave him.
TIM: Sometimes you get a day off from work and looking after your brothers, so when that happens you’re all Tim’s. Normally he takes you to a beautiful spot on the park where you take photos all day and he just looks at you. But sometimes some people come to you and try to take photos of you and hit on you. So Tim’s jealous side comes to light rather easily and sin seconds he grabs his phone and has a background check on them. More than once the unfortunate person who hit on you has been mysteriously transferred to Star City, Tim swears he didn’t had anything to do with.
DAMIAN: He’s possessive and that’s not a secret either but he tries to control it. You’re a flirt, I mean you’re basically the daughter of Ivy, Selina and Harley, quite obvious. Since Selina decided to put you in Gotham Academy too things have gotten interesting for everyone. The Ice King, Damian Wayne dating a girl, the one that half the school envied and the other half wanted to sleep with. So it wasn’t uncommon that during free period some idiotic person tried to ask you out, even if you were really public about your relationship with Damian. So the second they asked you, you laughed counting how many seconds your boyfriend would wait to appear and scare them off. And it’s seven, seven seconds until he appears, his arm on your waist and a death glare on his green eyes. A simple “run if you don’t want to get hurt” was enough to get them running away. Everyone knew he was jealous and you loved seeing him like that.
Request: Can you do a damian wayne x shy reader, where some guys want to date the reader but damian comes in a calls her beloved/darling. Please and thanks
Some people may think it odd, but you loved sitting in silence. The silence never seemed to be truly silent because if you listened carefully, you could hear everything that hid in the silence. One of your favorite places to listen to the world around you was your favorite seat at The Gotham Grind.
The biggest problem with sitting quietly alone in the coffee shop was that most people tried to “save” you from the silence, not knowing how much you loved it. You still didn’t understand what signal you were giving off as an invitation, but some guy always seemed to think you were waiting for some meet cute to just happen.
“Pretty thing like you shouldn’t have to sit all alone,” you heard a voice break through the silence. You didn’t even bother to look up at today’s interruption.
“C’mon, don’t be like that. I just want to get to know you,” he tried again, clearly not getting the hint that you wanted to be left alone. “Why don’t we get out of here and I treat you to something nice?”
You were preparing yourself for the scene you just might have to make to get this guy to leave. Clearly he didn’t understand the silent no he was getting. You were growing increasingly more uncomfortable with every moment as he tried to lean in closer and place his hand on your back in an effort to guide you out of your seat and to wherever he wanted to go.
“Hello, Beloved,” Damian said sweetly as he came around to your small table. “I’m sorry I got held up on my way here.”
Damian pulled you in for a hug and whispered, “Just pretend and go with it.”
As he pulled away from you, he turned to the guy who had been trying to pull you away. While you and Damian both knew that this guy would be no match for Damian, you could see all the guy saw was a billionaire’s son.
Trying to maintain his macho persona, the guy broke the silence, saying, “You better be careful, leaving girls like her all alone. They tend to follow the closest shiny offer presented to them. Wouldn’t want you to lose your little trophy girl to a better offer.”
“Y/N makes her own decisions and if you knew anything about her, you’d know that an intelligent conversation is far more important to her than any trinket. I suggest you go before you insult her further while continuing to embarrass yourself,” Damian seethed.
You let out a breath of relief as you watched the guy leave in defeat. You hadn’t realized just how much you had tensed up until you began to settle back down into your seat. Having calmed himself down enough, Damian asked, “Are you okay, Y/N?”
“With a best friend like you around to help save me from creeps, yeah, I’m doing okay,” you answered, a smile finally finding a place on your soft face. You paused before sincerely adding, “Thank you.”
“I’ll always be there when you need me. You were the one that taught me that’s just what best friends do,” he said, waving off any further thanks from you. He looked down at the table before as he was about to take his seat, and offered, “Why don’t I get us something to drink before I sit down? Another tea?”
“Please and thank you,” you beamed at him.
When he got back to the table, you found yourselves in your comfortable routine, cycling between periods of conversation and enjoying the silence together. It was days like today that you didn’t know what you would do if you didn’t have Damian around to watch your back, but you were thankful that you didn’t have to find out any time soon.
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