rynne311:

Request:i miss seeing damian wayne fanfics everywhere🤣 could i request a damaian x reader where they’re both dating already and are just being cute, then bruce walks in batsuit on and its all fluff, thanks**

Requested by: fangirly27

Word Count: 385

Requests are Open HERE.

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You were used to the notion that high school relationships never lasted, even though you’d seen it happen with your own eyes.  You were determined to live in the moment, and enjoy any and every relationship for what it was in that moment.

When you saw Damian you never saw what others saw.  You saw someone trying to find himself, his true self, within the expectation parameters that came with his last name.  You saw someone who could be so gentle and generous.  You saw someone who just wanted to be loved, no strings attached.

You loved that Damian never saw in you what Gotham chose to see.  Where Gotham saw a social climbing gold digger, Damian saw someone with a big heart who didn’t pay social classes any mind.  He loved that you held the firm belief that love shouldn’t be earned, and that he never felt like he had to try and earn your love.

To Damian, someone as sweet as you was someone to be protected.  He knew that as much as he always wanted to be there by your side to protect you, there were going to be times that he couldn’t.  That didn’t mean that he couldn’t equip you with the tools you would need to be able to protect yourself when he wasn’t there.

You were down in the batcave on one of the sparring mats.  You hadn’t managed to pin Damian once, and you knew he was already going easy on you.  You had a feeling that he wasn’t going to let you stop practicing until you’d successfully pinned him at least once.

You knew no matter how important proper technique was to breaking his hold, you were going to need something else.  As he started to pin you to the mat, you leaned up to catch his lips and his surprise.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone manage to kiss themselves out of a hold, but nice try,” you heard Batman quip as he walked in.  You hadn’t even heard him walk in, but by now you were kind of used to that feeling.

You took the opportunity of Damian’s split attention flip him onto his back.  Even if you didn’t do it all by yourself, you were happy to be making some sort of progress.

rynne311:

Who was the one to propose:

Damian did after having a close call one night on patrol.  You were already in a serious and committed relationship with him, but it reaffirmed to him that life is short and you both could lose everything at any moment.  He wanted to show you how important you were to him and how much he loves you by taking that next big step in your lives together.

Who decorated the house:

You did because Damian made it very clear that if you left this task up to him, you were going to end up with a minimalist style just because he would want to be done faster.  Instead, you enjoyed going through and creating a warm and loving environment for both of you.

Who is more organized:

Damian is.  He claims it comes with the training from the League, but you know it was because of Alfred.  If you’d grown up with someone like Alfred around, you’d be far more organized than you are now.

Who’s the cuddler:

You are.  As mentioned in the domestic life post, you like to curl up to Damian and find the warm and comfy spot.  He does always compare you with a cat, and you’re not disappointed with that comparison, knowing it’s a high compliment coming from him.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity:

Damian likes to paint and sketch you while you make something of your own or read.  You both find it very intimate because of the way Damian always highlights the features he finds most beautiful about you, especially if you’ve been dealing with a bout of insecurity.

Who kills the spiders:

Damian does not kill any innocent animal, instead he tries to adopt the spider.  You have to draw a hard line and tell him if he’s not going to kill the spider, he has to put it outside.

Who falls asleep first:

You do.  You weren’t trained to have the same stamina as Damian, and you usually go to bed sometime while he’s on patrol.  Even when he doesn’t go on patrol, you follow your own routine as much as Damian does his in the morning, and you tend to go to sleep while he might sit up a while longer reading.

Who has the most patience?

That’s you!  Damian tells you that you have the patience of a saint, especially when compared to him.  He still has a tendency to get short with people as he quickly grows frustrated with them.

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rynne311:

Request: Hi Can I have an imagine where the reader is married to Bruce Wayne and Damien turns 20 and for his birthday Bruce and the reader give him a home video of The Day they Bought him Home from the adoption center!

Requested by: @80s90steen

Word Count: 725

Requests are Open HERE.

AN: We’re going all sorts of AU on this one where Damian isn’t biologically Bruce’s and was adopted like the other boys, and no crime fighting.

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You waited patiently as the party began to die down, sitting quietly with Bruce as your sons bid farewell to their guests.  One of your favorite birthday traditions always happened after the parties when you all got to sit together and watch something together, and tonight you had something very special planned for your dear birthday boy.

“What are we watching this time?”

“One of my favorites,” you hummed, wrapping your arm around your youngest and running your fingers through his hair as he settled into your side.  His teenage years had not been the easiest on your relationship, but you always reminded him that no matter how old he got, he was always going to be your baby and he finally seemed to be accepting that fact.

“So some ancient movie from before our time that only you and Bruce actually like?” Jason quipped

“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t like watching those with me,” you shot back. “But no, we’re not watching one of those.”

The boys, though now to most they would simply be considered men but they would always be your boys, were all confused as to what you were going to watch, and took turns guessing all of your usual choices.  You enjoyed the little smirk on Bruce’s face as the guesses grew more outrageous.

“Well, since you are all so terrible at reading my mind, I suppose I should just tell you what we’re going to watch, now shouldn’t I?” you teased. “We’re going to watch about the day our world changed, again.”

Before your sons could begin to ask for any further explanation, Bruce had already pressed play.  The screen filled with the front seat of the car with Bruce behind the wheel.  He had a few less laugh and smile lines on his face and his hair was a bit darker, but he was still your Bruce.  He had the biggest excited smile your boys had ever seen on his face.

“Bruce, what do you want Damian to know when we show him this video?” you asked from behind the camera.

“You’ve probably figured it out by now, but your mom is nuts,” he joked looking over to the camera before adding, “but we still love her and she’s got a lot of love to give.  We’re all very excited to have you in our family.”

The round of chuckles from your kids at Bruce’s little joke began to die down as you turned the camera around towards your own face.  Even you could see the excitement radiating off of your younger self on the screen.  Much like Bruce, your face on the screen sported fewer fine lines and gray hairs, but you knew each one of those came with a happy family memory.

“Well, Damian, while I beg to differ on your father’s first point, he is absolutely right on the rest,” you offered. “I want you to know that at this very moment as we’re driving to meet you for the very first time with your caseworker, we already love you so much.  We are going to do everything we can to make sure you are always safe and happy and loved.”

The video cut to the very first time you and Bruce hugged your young son before returning to the car, where you never took the camera off of him as you asked him about all of the things he liked.  Before you knew it, the video had gotten to your final arrival home, where little Damian was greeted by three excited brothers, their handmade welcome sign and the cards they had made him.  You knew it was coming, but it made happy tears form when you watched Tim hand down the same stuffed bear that Jason had gifted him when he was adopted, and that Dick had gifted Jason, and you and Bruce had gifted Dick to make him feel at home in the manor.

“So, sweetheart, how’ve we done so far on that promise I made on that car ride to get you?” you asked as the screen when black, running your fingers through his hair some more.

You noticed the tears welling up in his eyes, choosing not to mention them.  Damian pulled you into a tight hug before answering, “The best. You’ve always done the best, Mom. I love you.”

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Anon: Could I request a Damian fic where he brings his S/O to meet his brothers and father at the mansion? Thank you 

Enjoy! ❤ Sorry for the wait – Scarlett xx

“You don’t need to worry.” Damian was relaxing on your couch while you paced up and down your apartment.

“Oh, but I do.” You replied, starting to tap your fingernails against the coffee cup.

“You’re not going to relax anytime soon are you?”

“I’m not going to relax ever; you should know that by now.”

“You’re just meeting my family. You already met Jon and my friends, how’s this any different?”

“I had two months to prepare for meeting them, and Jon’s a sweetie who isn’t going to kill me. Your family -”

“Isn’t going to kill you at least.” Damian pointed out.

“Jason.” you pointed at him, “Red Hood kills.”

“Red Hood also doesn’t give a crap about who I’m dating and isn’t even going to be there.”

“But what if one of the other’s tells him I’m the worst and need to go?”

“They aren’t going to do that,”

“I still feel unprepared,” you muttered, taking a long sip as Damian stood up and wrestled the cup away from you.

“No more caffeine, exploding in energy isn’t going to help.”

“It calms my nerves.”

“You’re prepared enough.”

“You can never be too prepared.”

“Okay.” Damian moved you to the sofa and took the Flashcards from the side table, “I think they’ll love you, but if you’re really this worried, do you want me to quiz you?”

“You know me so well.” you leant forward and kissed him quickly. 

“You’re insane.” he looked over the information you’d collected on his family in the two days he’d given you to prepare for dinner tonight.

“So are you.”

“You’d be such a good reporter or detective.” he shook his head, “How’d you even find all of this out?”

“Research,”

“You have a binder don’t you?” he knew you liked to be in control of every situation, and you planned for everything. There wasn’t a test you couldn’t ace or a job you couldn’t do. One of your favourite ways of preparing for an interview or dinner party was to create binders of information you needed to memorise.

“Maybe?”

“You need to burn it after tonight. If anyone ever finds it…”

“Are you going to quiz me or not?”

“Just trying to distract you, beloved. My family will love you as much as I do.”

At the manor, everything was chaos. Damian had given you two days of preparation time, and he’d told Alfred about a month ago that he wanted to introduce you, but he’d only actually told the rest of the family last night. In the middle of a fight…while Tim had been about to block a punch. 

He’d timed it so he could see Tim get his butt kicked for a second.

Sure, they’d seen pictures of Damian taking a girl on fancy dates, trips out of the city in the private jet, paparazzi shots of him going into jewellery stores – but they thought it was media nonsense. It was Damian after all. He wanted to be like his dad, and Bruce was an emotionally unstable antelope. Selina stole the jewellery and Bruce paid for it later. They’d been ‘flirting’ for however many years before even beginning to settle down, and then Damian had a girlfriend for nearly a year and seemed utterly devoted to her.

It rang too many alarm bells in some family member’s heads. They’d learnt to live looking over their shoulder. 

When it was an hour before the couple would arrive, all the theories died, and panic set it. Were they ready to meet someone outside of their inner circle for a dinner date? All of them had unintentionally ended up dating their superhero peers; it was just more convenient. They’d have to be on high alert all dinner to make sure whoever it was didn’t figure anything out, or put their operation at risk. Who knew what Damian would do if they accidentally ruined his relationship by giving away his secret, or by acting obnoxiously strange. 

That was what they should have been thinking.

Instead, Dick was running around like a headless chicken, changing outfits every five minutes while Stephanie just made fun of his colour coordination skills. The boy could not dress himself.

“You don’t even live here!” Dick yelled, throwing his stripey green and pink socks off and stomping up the stairs to find a new pair.

“I’m Tim’s date!” she countered, “And I don’t see you complaining about Babs coming later in the night.”

Dick finally came down, Alfred gripping his shoulder to stop him from bolting back up the stairs and making an even bigger mess.

“I mean…I thought he would’ve told me already.” Dick complained.

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” Tim slid down the bannister and hopped into the lounge area. 

“What are you thinking about?”

“How on earth the gremlin even got a girlfriend.” 

“Be nice.” Steph tutted.

“It’s true!”

“Technically insulting to the girl.” Steph pointed out. “She could be captivating, smart, and perfect, and Damian could adore her. Question how he got a girlfriend says she has low standards, is a gold digger, or she has problems. Or worse, it could make her think Damian’s hiding something and then she brakes up with him, and he breaks your neck.” Stephanie was a bit more woke about the situation.

“It just makes no sense.”

“He is a caring person…” Dick sighed dramatically, “But he should have told me.”

“Sure, ‘caring’,” Tim pulled out his phone. “Shouldn’t they be here by now?”

“They should be,” Bruce entered, nodding at the group. “And no mean comments about Damian, let the girl breath, no grilling, no misbehaving, understand me?”

“You seem calm.” Tim raised an eyebrow.

“Shouldn’t I be?”

“Bringing new blood into this mess, maybe?” 

“Damian has a girlfriend; you’ve all had girlfriends, most of which I have met, this is no different. You get used to it.”

“You’ve researched her, haven’t you?” Steph called him out. “You’re not stressed because you’ve done background checks despite banning Tim from looking!”

“I have done no such thing.”

“Master Bruce just asked some of his associates who have met her for opinions.” Alfred snitched, “And timelined the pair’s relationship.”

“You helped me timeline it.” Bruce narrowed his eyes

“So you knew about her!” Dick shot up and looked towards Alfred.

“I know everything, Master Dick, you should have learnt that by now.”

“Is she nice? What’s her favourite colour? What’s her favourite Damian thing?” Alfred held up a hand to shut him up and left without answering any of the questions. As he disappeared, the doorbell rang.

“Are we sure he doesn’t have superpowers?” Tim snorted.

He realised he was alone with Bruce as Dick had run to get to the door first and Stephanie had chased after Dick in the hopes of stopping him. 

“Who to focus on getting to know?”

“Dick, Alfred, Bruce.”

“Who do you ignore all stories from because he doesn’t like me?”

“Tim.”

“Subjects to avoid.”

“How we met, though I think it’s cute,” you opened the car door,

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Exactly, you look cute blushing.” you teased. Damian had quizzed you, and you’d aced all the questions. Your binder was planted in your bag so you could easily check it in the bathroom or under the table if you got nervous, and were deciding to take that rule out. You like how you met.  “Your mother, death, Wayne Industries, where I live, my education,” Damian had been acting so calm earlier, but now you were actually at the manor, his worries had jumped him – but unlike thugs, he couldn’t punch them away. Even if his family researched you, they wouldn’t find anything bad, and school was such an easy topic to talk about that it was annoying he’d taken it out of the binder. 

“If they outright ask you for that information, don’t lie.”

“And see how long it takes them to figure out I know?” that had raised your spirits, seeing how long detectives took to connect the dots. “Dropping hero hints is gonna be fun.”

“Also,” Damian rang the doorbell, “Richard might be a little crazy.”

You could hear people crashing through a corridor, racing to the door despite the fact Alfred could probably teleport himself there faster than they could ever run. You’d decided he was the real hero from Damian’s stories, but you also knew Damian wasn’t always the most reliable narrator when it came to his family. You’d been in Gotham for long enough time to know him and Spoiler worked together perfectly fine, even if he pretended he didn’t like her, and you could tell he wanted his older brother’s attention. You were similar, overly competitive with your older sister. 

“Master Damian, (Y/N).” Alfred graciously opened the door and squashed two teens behind it. Damian’s sister, Cassandra stood at the end of the corridor and waved hello before continuing her walk to the kitchen; she wouldn’t be joining the group for dinner, instead, taking over patrol for the evening. 

Dick slipped out from behind the door and grabbed your hand, pulling you completely into the house and giving you an awkward hug till Damian glared for him to stop. The girl was Stephanie and was another person in the room who wasn’t actually related to them. That was helpful. You weren’t going up against closed ranks. 

Something was going on during dinner. The focus was mainly on you but about mid-way through the attention shifted to Bruce and Tim’s phones. You leant into Damian to whisper into his ear.

“You can go if you need to.”

“It’s fine.”

“You can go.”

“Tonight’s about you.”

“I can wait.”

Damian jumped up and sprinted down to the cave, making eye contact with Bruce as he followed. They were needed, and who knew how many people were in danger. You’d got good at waiting recently. A side effect of dating a superhero. 

“Erhhh.” Dick’s eyes went wide.

“You guys can go too – if you need too.” You smiled and took a long sip of your drink.

“So you already know.” Tim had rushed off to see how bad the situation was. Cass must have sent an SOS call or something. You didn’t know how they communicated. 

“Yeah.”

“Then why’d he wait so long to introduce you!”

“Don’t you need to go?” you asked Dick

“The Dynamic Duo,” he shrugged, “Cass called them not me. If it looks bad, Tim will tell us, and we’ll go. Having too many heroes at one location isn’t always a good thing. You guys have been together for over a year.”

“Who knows, it’s Damian, his reasons are his.”

“Are you okay?” Steph nudged your arm. “Knowing is kinda a burden.”

“It was easy to figure out, even if he didn’t tell me, too many unanswered questions with obvious answers.”

“Do you want to come to the cave?”

“Steph?” Dick raised an eyebrow.

“Think how stressed we all get about each other, and we can always go and help out.”

“Fair.” Dick offered you a hand and led you down the stairs and to the cave. “Until they get back you can tell me all about you and Damian, everything, including things he doesn’t want us to know.”

“I want to know everything.” Steph skipped slightly ahead.

“Seriously?”

“Tell us now, any other time you’re planning on visiting, your choice.” Dick had a way with people.

“But we’re nosy, so as soon as you can preferably.” Steph winked.

“Are you gonna tell me about yourselves?”

“Maybe. Eventually. If Dami hasn’t already told you everything.”

“Damian hasn’t told me anything; I researched a binder worth of information that in the words of Damian, ‘needs to be burnt.’”

“Another researcher, you’ll fit right in.“ 

“I didn’t need to be half as stressed as I was, did I?”

“Nah, you were probably at the right level. We can be crazy sometimes.”

catchthatrobin:

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pairing: older! Damian Wayne x reader

note: this was requested by an anon but the request is not found? I remember I read it so lol I already wrote that a while ago so yeah I hope you enjoy and sorry for the anon! If you don’t like it then request again, love ❤️

summary: damian gets jealous very easily, not that reader hates it.

warnings: sass. jealousy. fluffy ending.

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Damian loved when y/n was enjoying her time, he loved the twinkles in her eyes when she talked about something she likes, he loved supporting her and her dreams. What he didn’t like was the guy glued to her side as he ‘helped’ her with her latest sketches.

It wasn’t that hard to tell that Damian was jealous and he knew and acknowledged the feelings ever since he met the girl. He wanted nothing but to rip that smugly look on his face as he touched her hands in order to fix the misplaced line in the drawing.

He was overwhelmed by her talent and how passionate she was in each one of her artistic pieces. Of course, being Robin meant he wasn’t there all of the time but he did try his best to be there most of the time. His support and love was touching and very appreciated by the girl as she understood how hardworking he was just to please her.

“You need to curve the line softly, don’t push too hard on the paper.”

Even his voice made Damian’s blood boil.

“She can push as hard as she wants.” Damian stared with a glare on his green eyes, a pointed look burned a hole on the boy’s head as the boy rolled his eyes, displeasure sensed in the air.

The boy turned, his lips in a frown as he saw the wayne boy looking mad with his arms crossed. He pushed himself away from y/n, slowly as he let his fingers linger on her soft skin testing Damian’s patience. Y/n was an average girl, yet her beauty was undeniable. And it seemed that that guy felt the same since he also couldn’t get away and acted as if it was natural to stand within five centimeters from an already taken girl in front of her boyfriend, who unknowingly was batman’s biological son and his right hand.

Y/n removed his fingers gently before smiling at her latest piece. The smile instantly bringing a smile on Damian’s face. “Looks good, beloved.” He exclaimed proudly. “Thanks, dami! It’s still unfinished but—“

“Clearly, it’s not.” The obnoxious boy’s voice brought a frown to her face as she hummed in understanding. Damian was about to grab his katana and slice the boy but he quickly replied when he noticed how sad y/n was. “It’s not bad but it needs to be finished before we can judge.”

“You’re right, it’s not bad. The only thing that’s bad here is your opinion.” Damian frowned as he walked closer to his girlfriend. “So it would be appreciated if you’d keep your stinky mouth shut.” Jason’s red helmet was nothing compared to how red the boy’s face was. Both embarrassed and angry, he cleared his throat and grabbed his bag before excusing himself, feeling humiliated by the constant insults and shades thrown at him by the wayne boy.

“Good riddance.” Y/n laughed at how relieved and calm damian looked the second the guy left. It was both funny and entertaining. With amusement, she walked closer to him and grabbed his hand with both of hers. The pencil lids leaving a dirty mark on the side of her hands but that just made damian even happier. It showed how devoted she was to her work.

“How come you always get adorably jealous? You look like a kitten!”

“Adorable?! Kitten?!” He glared as his nostrils flared, he hissed at her playfully. “I’m the best manly robin you’ll ever meet.”

“Don’t let dick hear ya.”

“Damn that grayson.”

She smiled at his blushing cheeks as he stared at her before sighing. “I guess I can.. I can be a kitten but a tough one!” She was the only one he would become a softy with. How lucky she was to see his hidden side. “Then, I shall name you my kitten!”

He smiled softly, letting his eyes linger on her warm face. He studied her features, soaking up her beauty and the bright vibes he felt radiating from her. “Call me that in front of my brothers and I won’t forgive you.”

She was confused whether he was speaking real or if he was kicking but she just leaned up and placed a simple kiss on his lips before nodding. “Understandable.”

writingtheworks:

I had a day-dream that lead into a dream with a similar topic last night (SCARILY similar, actually), so I figured I’d write a little blurb of this really quick. It’s a sign from Athena! 

Also, I like to imagine Damian talks like Bruce when he’s drunk, but with more of Talia’s accent. This is also me testing out a new way to write Damian, and I actually really liked it!!! Just a little fluffy bit of… symbolism? Can I call it that? Whatever, there’s some hidden messages in here. Let me know if you find em’ =D

Warning: references to underage drinking. (I believe)

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baby-batboys:

A/N: Holy shit I loved doing this! I love all the batboys equally (I think), but I have a special place in my heart for the spawn. Plus, I’m reading Teen Titans:Rebirth and it brings back so many memories of my childhood. I grew up with Dick!Robin and now I have Dami!Robin. Also, this is long as hell. Oops. Enjoy!

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• If you had one word to describe Damian, it’s hard-headed. He’s stubborn as all hell and everyone knows this. He has ridiculously high expectations for himself and others, so all the BatFam assume whoever he does end up with will be a perfect, polished, robot of a person.
• No. That’s boring. Damian may act like he wants perfection but in actuality what he wants is something and someone real.The Waynes are billionaire socialite playboys, so they’re use to people trying to get close with pretty things and the illusion of perfection.They can see through it right away. Damian can spot a fake right away and he’ll call them out just as quick.
• That’s why he likes you, because you’re not trying to be something you’re not. You do you perfectly and that’s what he’s here for.
• Sure, he may judge you for not knowing that’s the soup spoon, not the salad spoon. No, that’s not the salad spoon either, that’s the dessert spoon. But if anyone else says anything about it, he’ll be happy to deal with them.

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rynne311:

Damian is, but not for any sort of possessive reason.  He’s always struggled with some insecurity about being loved and having a place, even when he does his best to hide it.  He gets jealous because he’s afraid you will think some other potential significant other will be kinder and more worthy of your love than he is.  The moment you make him look into your eyes though, all of that jealousy, worry and insecurity disappears.

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