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morgansunflower · 6 months

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You Did Good

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Al Ghul! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, blood, injuries and heavy angst

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Arthur's notes! Batfam age reverse. Reader is Ra's al Ghul's daughter.

After Jason is brought back to life through the Lazarus.. His older brother takes a dangerous journey, to bring him home.

They had been on their own for 3 months traveling swiftly but stealthily. Damian started a fire, he sits down allowing himself to breathe more efficiently.

Jason was sitting with his knees up against his chest. He still barely spoke or even changed from a blank expression. Damian feared what his grandfather would do to Jason or force him to do..

Ra's used Jason to manipulate Damian into doing whatever the assassin ordered. It'd been a year now since Damian left his family.

Jason tried to ignore the menacing laugh by Joker. All he could think about was seconds before the bomb exploded. He hated sleeping..

As Jason laid on the mat and Damian saw his eyes finally closed. Damian closed his own and allowed his tears to sweep through his eyelids. His heart was broken for his brothers suffering.

He thinks of his torture from Joker. He couldn't save him and now he was scared he'd never be the little boy he remembered again. He still loved him though.

Damian was exhausted through and through drained beyond Instant recovery. Just a old memory of her rocking him to sleep as she gently sang a lullaby. His father playing baseball with him on a very rare but memorable occasion.

He bit his hand to muffle his sobs as his memory's of his family, became so vivid in his mind. His heart was breaking as he missed them. How much he must of hurt them he feared. Will they forgive him?

Damian opens his eyes as he heard movement. Jason got up from his mat and walked to Damian. He didn't say anything but laid beside him. Jason hugged Damian. The former assassin let his sobs be heard as he was given a glimmer of hope Jason would be ok.

Damian hugged him protectively. Jason allowed himself to cry with Damian as he to missed their family. He felt guilty he couldn't remember them before.

Damian's feet became swollen and redden from walking for so long. He carried Jason so his own feet would not be in pain. His body was quite thin as he had made sure Jason wouldn't be hungry nor thirsty. His throat had become dry and lips cracked.

They had to remain undetected by Ra's. As risking being seen by his assassins he had throughout the world was very possible if they weren't careful.

Gotham was cold compared to where they had come from. Jason was sleeping as a comfortable cloak is laid on him. Damian headed for the boom-tube to the Bat-cave but stops sensing a, presence.

"Damian" he hears

He turns to see his father. His breath hitched as he feared for shame to be upon him for leaving them. Bruce's heart becomes heavy to his chest, his eyes shake as his eyes sees his sons together. Jason wakes to hear a familiar voice. He lifts his head to see him. His mentor, his caregiver, his dad.

"H-how?.. How?.." Bruce was, shaking

"Ra's.." he simply answered

"the Lazarus?..." Bruce asked

Damian only nodded. Bruce could see the worry in Damian's eyes as he approached closer. Damian tried to keep from crying as his fathers hand touched the side of his face.

"you did good son" Bruce proudly said

He kept his hand steady as he touched Jason's face. The little boy didn't move away as he knew it was his dad.

"Dad" Jason said with eyes swelling on the verge of tears

Bruce took him from Damian's weak arms. He gives Damian his cloak and placed his own cape on Jason.

Bruce hugged Jason as his grief was crumbling away into a tearful relief. The dark knight was nearly crying. He could barely breathe knowing that he was holding him and that Damian was standing near him.

"forgive me baby" he begged his little boy as a tear fell down his face.

....

While in the Bat-cave Jason and Damian sat on their own stretchers. Bruce takes his phone to call her. He swallows hardly trying to keep from crying as his throat shakes. His boys are home. They're really here.

"Bruce, is everything OK?"

"you..." he closed his eyes tightly making his lips tremble

She knew the tone and the hesitation.. She needed to get to him. Now.

"where are you?"

"cave" he quickly answered

Y/N rushes to the Bat-cave. Her heart was beating rapidly fearing for her the state of her family.

Bruce observed them both.. Damian had a IV in his arm as Jason laid on the stretcher with a monitor on him. Jason was more hydrated and less thin. It didn't take Bruce long to realize Damian had tortured himself to keep his brother alive.

Alfred was in tears as he gently patted young Jason's back and kissed the boys head. Jason reaches to hug him.

"it is very nice to have both of you home"

The two part as they both were in tears. Alfred stepped to Damian. He placed his hand on his shoulder, motioning him to lay down. He looks seeing his shoes were quite worn and slightly damp from blood. He reaches to take them off but Damian quickly moved them away

"tt I'm fine" he insisted

"you are not fine master Damian now let me tend to you" Alfred ordered

Damian sighed moving his feet to be more accessible to Alfred. The kind older man took off his grandson's shoes as he winces in pain. Bruce gently cringed to himself seeing the swelling, the blisters and the redness on his feet.

Alfred tended to his feet bandaging the wounds. He then placed a, open palm on his forehead. Damian smiled to Alfred further convinced in his heart... Alfred is his grandfather not Ra's..

Y/N arrived.. Her body instantly becomes shaken and a scream leaves her lips.. Her knees nearly buckle beneath her. She covered her face as tears run down her face. It couldn't be, but here they were. Her little boys, her babies.. Bruce held her hand letting her squeeze it with all her strength, as she shakes her head.

Damian lips tremble with his heart sinking to relief. He nearly gasps seeing his mother. Jason recognized the kind eyes that he knew loved him.

"momma" he mumbled..

"oh my baby's.. My sweet baby's.." she began to cry as she reaches her arms to hug Jason and held him. "I'm so sorry baby" she sobs apologizing.

Jason hugged her tightly and buried his face in her neck. She began to sob gently rocking him as she holds him. All the sleepless nights she cried in her sleep, usually along with Bruce. Were now unfolding again. She reaches her hand to hold Damian's hand.

He held her hand closing his eyes to force his tears away. She looks to see he seemed quite malnourished and his feet were blistered and were bleeding as his bandaging was red

"my sweet Damian, what has he done to you?"

"I'm ok now Ummi" he promised her.

She wasn't convinced.... She squeezed his hand shacking her head.

"I'm so sorry boys" she wholeheartedly apologized knowing it was her father who had done this.

"momma" Jay said again, as he cried he had missed her so terribly.

"it's OK baby. I'm here. I'm here baby"

Bruce could see Damian was hanging onto thin ice. He leans over to his wife and son taking Jason into his arms. She walks to Damian holding his face in her hands. He clenched his face trying to keep from breaking.

"it's, ok son. You don't have to force yourself to stay strong, not with your mother" she encourages kissing his forehead

She hugs Damian just as the teenager begins to cry again. All his carried emotions were flooding out through his eyes and shaky throat... He was home.

Just then gasps from his siblings were heard as they returned from patrol. Y/N smiled still in tears leaving her son only so he can be comforted by his siblings.

Damian watched as they each ran to Jason whom was sitting in Bruce's lap. They each hugged him one by one.. Then they hugged Damian. It was no surprise to Damian his youngest brother was the most emotional. He sees a small smile on Jason's face reassuring him he's going to be OK.

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thesuperiorrobin · 8 months

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For the first time in his life, Damian Wayne had never slept so…….comfortably before. He felt so refreshed, and full of energy despite only getting five hours of sleep.

Damian doesn’t understand why until he opens his eyes.

You lay there, sleeping soundly as you snore softly. He snuck in the middle of the night during patrol—and he never left. Out of his Robin uniform and changed into clothes at fit him.

Damian lays there with you in his arms for a moment, listening to the sound of your even breathing and soft snores. He doesn’t move a single muscle until you stir up from your slumber.

You let out a groan—snuggling deeper into his chest.

“Beloved?” He whispers

“Whaaaat?” You muffed against his chest—he can feel the faint vibration

“Are you awake?”

“No”

a chuckle erupts from within his chest and you groan. You can feel his warm fingers tracing down your jaw and cheek as he tries to wake you up slowly. It works but you aren’t happy. You pull apart from his chest to glare up at him and he’s taken aback.

Messy hair, and tired eyes that stare back at his wide-awake green eyes.

He thinks you’re beautiful even if you look like you don’t know what a hairbrush is.

Damian smiles softly “Don’t give me that look” he gently rubs under your eyes

“You woke me up” A huff escapes your lips.

“It’s already morning. We should’ve been up by now”

“Correct, you should’ve been up by now and I would’ve been asleep for another three hours” Damian let out another soft laugh as he rubbed up and down your side.

Your arms are filled with goosebumps as they find their way around his waist. It goes quiet for a moment— a comfortable silence between you two. You almost go back to sleep. Until Damian breaks the silence

“You snore loudly”

“Shut up no I don’t”

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dahliakbs · 2 months

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Overprotective Batfam making sure you get home safely while in their patrol route!

Includes: Damian Wayne and Dick Grayson

Masterlist , Part 2

Damian Wayne

-Damian will watch you from the shadows, silently taking out any threats that cross your path.

-You won't even notice the tiny figure following you home until he finally makes an unwanted appearance.

You'll be walking home on a slightly foggy evening, the shadows making It easier for Damian to follow behind you.

The evening's going fine until some petty thief decides to jump from behind the corner and swipe at you for your belongings.

You can't even process the events that take place next. In the blink of an eye the thief is laid out on the pavement in front of you with a vicious black eye forming and a small figure stood above his body.

The figure then slowly makes eye contact with you.

He won't say anything, he'll just stare at you for a while before retreating back into the shadows.

Weird.

Then after that night you'll become more and more aware of his presence following you home every night.

His silence is a bit unnerving but atleast you won't have to worry about your safety for the next couple nights.

Dick Grayson

-Unlike Damian, Richard will walk side by side with you. Asking about your day or carrying on a whole conversation while you listen to him.

-He'll show you random tricks, like swinging off a light pole and somehow elevating himself enough to land on a roof or he'll take out a villain with a flashy swing and kick.

-In short, he just love to entertain you on your way home.

"Does my hair look bad?" he'll ask before deep diving into a one sided conversation about how his siblings keep making fun of every hairstyle he's had thus far and how it's starting to affect his self esteem.

Then he names some off the top of his head that honestly sound pretty good.

"You know I might just chop it all off, I mean long hair isn't really good for fighting and it takes a lot to maintain and-" he'll slowly turn towards you with this blank look in his eye before he whispers out the last few words.

"your still listening"

....

The blank stare is a bit unnerving compared to his usual cheery facade but you quickly recover from the shock.

"I'm usually the listener in conversations so I don't mind your talking" you explain and then turn to fully face him, admiring the long hair that settled into his shoulders.

"Also, I really like your hair"

Then he short circuits and falls back to walking slowly behind you.

Face showing a noticably blank expression.

Seems like someone needs a hug.

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midnight-pluto · 3 months

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damian wayne doesn’t necessarily wear jewelry that often — only a few necklaces and rings could be seen on him, of the highest quality as well; him wearing a friendship bracelet is quite a surprise.

they were made by you of course, since you’re quite literally the only person he associates himself with at school willingly. you’ve known each other for quite some time now, so why not get matching bracelets to symbolize that?

“That’s a stupid idea.”

“You’re a stupid idea,” you retort.

he merely rolls his eyes, “I don’t need a silly bracelet to show that I’m friends with you, we don’t need something like that for people’s approval.”

“It’s not for other people,” you explain, “It’s for my own entertainment and for you — a gift.”

“Fine, you can make us one.”

in all honesty, he was expecting something simple for the bracelets. something just like each others names on them, not—

“Pissbaby?” his eye twitches.

“Don’t worry, mine says ‘Bitch,’” you reply nonchalantly.

“This has to be against dress-code.”

“We have long sleeves for a reason.”

he sighs, “My siblings are gonna drag me through the mud for this.” despite his words spitting venom, he still lets the elastic wrap around his wrist fitting comfortably and snugly.

“Hah, Pissbaby.”

“Bitch.”

“Your dad’s a whore.”

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damianwayne-bloodson · 4 months

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Damian: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake. Tim: You are literally making a Valentine’s Day card for Y/N. Damian, pointing their hot glue gun towards Tim: You’re on thin fucking ice.

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bunny-twirl · 27 days

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Damian: God help the person who ends up dating Todd.

Y/N: I'm dating Jason.

Damian: My condolences.

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batfamluvr · 4 days

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Hey there👋👋 could you please do whatever love language of the bamboos are ??

LOVE LANGUAGE OF THE BATBOYS

A/N: terribly sorry I let this request collect dust. My interest in comics fell as life got hectic and whatever the hell. I won't go all Wattpad author on you.

Dick Grayson’s love language is words of affirmation. At the peak of his characterization, he is a man ravenous for praise and attention. A moment of peace, of relief, of sweetness.

Stunted, yet too grown for his own good—simultaneously. He will seek attention, showering you with gifts and compliments in hopes that you reciprocate. Holidays would read like a HallMark movie that would move suburban mothers to tears.

Dick is also the man to send romantic quotes stolen from Pinterest, and the occasional confusing poem of his own hand. His nerves would grind as he read the ‘’seen’’ stamp beneath his text, worried out of his mind that it didn't properly convey his emotions, his love.

“What, no reply yet? If you're that moved, you could always come kiss me.” He'd send the message, playing it off as a joke. But his stomach groaned with the familiar ache, that cold and empty feeling of uncertainty.

What if she doesn't like it? Will she still like me? Would I seem lame if I double texted? Am I bugging her?

The flames of self doubt would spread and eat at his mind until his phone pinged with a,” it's beautiful, babe. A hard read, but the intention was there.” And a flirtatious emoji paired with it.

Thus, the flames of doubt were stomped out, like they never existed. They liked the poem, and he would spend hours rereading it. Marveling and gushing because you liked it. Something he made.

Jason Todd's love language is acts of service. It's a loyalty thing for him.

Gift sharing could be manipulation; soft words could be lies, and he's too self-loathing to believe them anyway. Red Hood swallows his spare time, and his desire for touch swung on a pendulum—one side thirsting for it, the other side uncomfortable.

The thought of returning home to a nice and warm meal would make him melt into a puddle. Or finding his hero suit washed, and his gear cleaned and stored away.

It reignites a flame in his cold eyes, the domesticity calling forth an unclassified emotion that sent goosebumps blazing over his skin like wildfire, calling his arm hairs to attention.

Jason would return the favor. You would awake to find breakfast made, the aroma of bacon and eggs thick in the air, the sweetness of syrup carrying around the house. Scalding tea trickling into a pot, milk and sugar already on the table. Plates washed and set.

Jason would also do laundry and iron clothes. He gets those random bursts of energy (or adrenaline) and cleans the entire house spotless.

Baths would be drawn for you, and if he's feeling lavish, he'll add roses to the bubbles. The finest soaps would lather your skin, scented with the the best smelling perfumes—business was good, and it was a present. His calloused fingers would be overjoyed to massage your scalp (he hoped you'd do his next).

Tim Drake’s love language is quality time. Also, I would like to preface this section by admitting I haven't read much of Tim.

He would help you study. Textbooks adorning the wooden table after hours of quizzing. Coffee steaming in a mug, pens and highlighters scratching at paper. Kisses shared with each right answer.

He'd tease,” Oh, that was a hard one. A trick question.” A smirk, sweet as frosting would tug on his lips, then a warm kiss would swallow yours.” If I were as filthy minded as Jason, maybe I'd crack a joke.”

Tim’s gaze would find you, in the middle of whatever—washing dishes, doing laundry, exercising. They'd burst with amorous passion, like exploding stars, shimmering and twinkling in his irises.

When the sun kisses Gotham goodnight, and the moon assumes it duty, he'd find himself wishing he could be beside you. Not Batman, not Dick, certainly not Damian. That's not proof that he hates his colleagues or that his work is last on the list of priorities. It's just. . . you're higher.

“Hey, love,” he'd speak into the phone, after the voicemail prompted him.” I know you're likely sleep tonight. But I wanted to at least call and tell you to sleep safe and warm. And to save space for me.” A chuckle would roll of his tongue, the wailing of police sirens in the background.

Damian Wayne's love language is also quality time.

Time is precious to him. His mother’s presence was unreliable. He, his father, his siblings tango with dead every silvery night. Each misfortune in his family reminded him of that.

Robin is not what Dick thinks. It's not just bursting into hideouts and knocking the crap out of villains. The peril is real, as well as the potential for failure—and failure in their line of work means death.

Oracle was paralyzed in a second, one wrong move and her nerves were shot. Jason’s life was quite literally put on a clock, killed by time itself. When Damian was an assassin, it merely took seconds to end a life, one of emotion and desires and opinions—gone at the stroke of a blade.

Time matters.

Damian would try to spend all of it with you, doing anything. Attending museums, painting you, listening to your playlists. Finding the child he was depraved of for so long. Being an angsty teenager and loving it.

“This is considered fun?” A dark eyebrow of his would raise teasingly. There you sat, at a sport's game, the roaring crowd trembling the stadium and stabbing his ears. The golden beam of the sun roasting both you, and the overpriced popcorn tossing and gurgling in his stomach.

But, deep down, the liveliness of the crowd intrigued him. Even he'd find himself screaming along with the masses on their feet, yelling out praise or curse words.

Damian's jade irises would slide over to you, the sheer glee decorating your features. A painting. He'd see a masterpiece in you; how that expression would translate onto a canvas.

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epione-xx · 4 months

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PETTINESS

“Why aren’t you wearing your glasses?” Damian raised a brow as he looked to his girlfriend, whom of which he had recently held an argument with.

She crossed her arms and pointed her nose up at him before she dignified him with her response, a petty “im tired of seeing your ugly face” was her reply.

So she was going to be like that? Well Damian could get below her level of pettiness as he moved too close to her, almost headbutting her “good thing you aren’t blind princess” he breaths on her lips.

She took a moment before she gagged “ew- your breath stinks! Were you eating olives again?”

He smirked viciously as her hand landed on his face to push him away and she dry heaved- definitely putting on the dramatics. “Damian Wayne is a stinky ass!” She would declare to the world.

He laughed to himself before driving in, pinning her to the couch and tickling her sides.

“Dami! No!

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yandereunsolved · 11 days

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— Yandere Damian Wayne —

"D-Did you kidnap me again?"

"I hope that question was rhetorical. Then again, I didn't fall in love with you for your intelligence."

"Damian—"

"Yes, I'm in love with you. I said it out loud. I practically had to force the words out of my lips. You're welcome. You are extremely lucky to have captured my affections."

"I'm more worried about the kidnapping thing, I'll be honest."

"I did it for your protection."

"..."

"Don't give me that look! I'm an adult man. I can kidnap whomever I like."

"This isn't how people show that they love each other."

"I have been killing whoever I like for you. I will continue to do so. You don't get an opinion on this. You will stay in this manor as my new spouse, forever."

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mischieveousmayhem · 19 days

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Hi! I've been following your writing for a bit now, and I really like your style of writing. There's a sort of flow to it. Anyways, I was wondering if you could write a Bruce Wayne x Batmom! Reader. Where Damian clings to Batmom a lot and it's so obvious he loves her more than he loves Bruce. So Batmom overhears Bruce paying Damian like a large amount of money to not interrupt their date? I think this would be really cute, and it's okay if you can't write it. And thank you so much in advance! <3

Bribes

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader, Damian Wayne x Batmom! Reader

Genre: Fluff (?)

Warnings: Characters may be out of character, reader is shorter than Bruce Wayne, jealousy

Synopsis: Will Bruce ever get a moment with you?

It happens a lot, almost too often. Every moment Bruce thinks he has alone with you , he doesn't.

The first time was when Damian started getting comfortable with you.

You and Bruce were in your bedroom, limbs entangled, just enjoying each other's presence in the dark, cold room. The only warmth was your bodies and the blankets.

Bruce was enjoying this, he was enjoying you. You guys had all boys, and oh lord were they mama's boys who needed you for all simple. Thank god he didn't have to worry about Damian turning into one like his brothers. At least Bruce thought.

There was a knock on the door.

"Go away." Bruce's voice booms.

You move from the position you and Bruce were in and you sit up.

"You can come in, Damian." You say.

It was quite obvious it was Damian, your boys all knocked on the door differently. Damians seemed more hesitant.

Damian walked in coming to your side of the bed. Bruce stares blankly , and confused on how the hell you knew it was Damian.

"Y/N , I had a nightmare can I sleep here?"

"N—" Bruce started.

"I was asking Y/N. Not you." Damian cuts him off. He sure was Bruces child.

"Of course, love." You smiled as the boy climbed in between you and a grumpy Bruce.

—

Another time it happened was when you and Bruce had a Gala to go to but the boys were gonna stay home.

However, he couldn't find you anywhere in sight to be found. Until he walked into the living room to find you and Damian cuddled under a blanket.

Damian leaned back on you with you rubbing his hair until he spots his father and he immediately jumps up acting like his mother wasn't just giving him affection he craved.

"Y/N, why aren't you dressed. We have that Gala tonight." Bruce raised a brow at you as he stood in front of you in his tuxedo that he looked EXTREMELY handsome in.

You give him a nervous smile, "Well about that," You raised up a thermometer, "Damian is feeling a bit under the weather so I will stay here with him while you attend."

Damian did a fake cough while smirking at his father. His face out of your vision you couldn't see the smirk.

Bruce squinted at Damian. He wasn't going to rat out his son to you because at least Damian warmed up to you and even then you wouldn't believe Bruce.

—

The last straw was when Bruce found Damian taking his favorite thing to do with you.

Every evening you would sit in the garden. It was labeled your bench because the boys always saw you out there on it no matter the weather.

One of your quiet places, you just sit out and read, crochet or some other peaceful activity until Bruce comes out. You two watch the sunsets every evening together and it was just a romantic, wholesome moment.

That is why when Bruce came outside to the garden to see Damian in his mother's arms he almost lost it.

Bruce wanted to be in your arms and Damian should not be there at all.

"Room for one more?" Bruce speaks.

This time Damian doesn't move out of your arms for his father has seen him like this multiple times and he just doesn't want his brothers to spot him being babied in his mother's arms.

"Sorry dear, there is only enough room for two people on this bench. You can come tomorrow." You look back and smile almost guilty.

Unfortunately tomorrow never came, because everyday Damian would beat Bruce to your arms on the bench.

—

All those events lead up to now. Bruce sitting Damian down to have a talk before you and Bruce went out for a date that Bruce has been looking forward to.

"I've noticed you spend a lot of time with Y/N." Bruce spoke to Damian.

"Ummi and I are just having normal mother-son time." Damian speaks.

Bruce furrows his eyebrows, "Yeah..whatever."

"Great! Conversation ended." Damian was about to get up till Bruce stopped him.

"You are not to sabotage this date." Bruce says.

"I'm not going to sabotage it but I am starting to feel a little sick." Damian smirked.

"Do not fake sick, I will pay you a million dolla—" Bruce was about to give Damian a bribe until he heard your laughter from the doorway and his face dropped.

"You two are really something." You place your hands on your hips after you stop laughing.

The two just stare at you waiting for you go finish what you are going to say.

"Damian, if your sick Dick will be here to take care of you in a little but until then you have Alfred." She walks towards him and brings her hand to his cheek, cupping it, "I spend a lot of time with you Dami, it is time I give your father some attention."

Damian melts into your touch, nodding. You were right, he had been spending a lot of time with you.

You then turn to Bruce, "As for you, you shouldn't have to bribe your son to not "sabotage" , our dates." You roll your eyes.

"I know, but we haven't had much time together lately." Bruce comes towards you.

When he's in-front of you, you look up while grabbing his forearms.

"I know, that's why tonight it will only just be us. I promise." Your eyes glimmer as you speak those words to him.

He was about to lean down to kiss you till Damian gets up and runs out the room yelling, "GET A ROOM!!"

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thesuperiorrobin · 3 months

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“You could have stayed outside yknow?” You say, glancing down at the lace bras and underwear that lay before you. Damian stands behind you protectively—Shopping bags in his hand as he keeps his eyes trained on the ground. He doesn’t know where to put his eyes. Everywhere Damian looks, all he sees are mannequins dressed in nice colorful lace propped up for everyone to see and women holding the garments up to their bodies as they chat along with close friends in a debate on what looks good on them.

The youngest Wayne, by any means, is not good under a setting like this and you know this. You had reassured him earlier that he didn’t have to come inside with you, telling him that you’d be alright and he could just wait outside like everybody’s boyfriends and Dads but he had refused.

“I told you I’m alright. I don’t mind” he clears his throat, eyes glaring at the back of your head as you keep glancing around. You can feel his gaze and it makes you chuckle as you pick up a piece of green lace and another of red.

“Oh! what about these” You turn around facing the taller man, holding them up side by side as you alternate back and forth placing them up against your front. “Which one would look good on me for Wednesday?”

Damian green orbs glance between the two sets, he starts to flush and his skin starts to feel warm, and he clutches the bags in his hand “They both would look good on you beloved”

You huff arms dropping to your side “You say that with everything I show you”

“That’s because it’s true” his should lift and drop for a quick second. “Why not get both?”

“They’re both expensive” You bring your arms back up to take another good look. Eyeing both carefully. “And besides I’m pretty sure by the end of the night they’ll end up in shreds anyway”

Damian takes a look at the teasing grin you send him and he rolls his eyes. “Then a good idea to get both. Money isn't a problem.” You feel his breath up against your ears, the sensation making you giggle “And besides, it’s just like you before beloved, these will most likely end up in shreds so it’s best to get two just in case”

#damian al ghul #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul x reader #damian x reader #robin x reader #damian scenarios #damian wayne headcanon

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dahliakbs · 29 days

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◕Damian Wayne x Child! Reader: Pillager of Art◕

(This is like a mini continuation of Damian x Reader: This Won't Do)

Your quickly shuffling down the hallway behind a clearly irritated Damian. He looked as if he was on the verge of slamming someone's head against a locker and knowing him he probably would.

Some idiot in his art class ripped up an art piece he'd been working on as a way to bully him but they don't know just what they got themselves in to.

"Calm down" you knew he wasn't gonna, it was his art piece after all. You'd just have to hope that some miracle occurs and he actually manages to stop himself.

"I'm trying to"

"Well try harder!" You huffed out.

You don't know how he managed to find out who it was because it only happened five minutes ago but whoever it was brought this upon themselves.

"So when you spot them just gimme the heads up and I'll hide around the corner" you stated. Just because he was willing to be suspended doesn't mean you were willing to be suspended with him.

He didn't seem to comprehend your words though because in the next few seconds he'd sped up his pace, grabbed the back of the poor soul's head and slammed it into the cold metal door of the locker.

Then he did it again

And again

And again, ouch!

You know what, this sucker stole some of your stuff a while back. Maybe you should get in on this to...

(Maybe you should stop picking up Damian's personality traits. )

A couple minutes later:

"Dami I'm pretty sure he's had enough" you state.

"Then why are you still beating him?" He'd already gotten his fair share of licks in and was just standing back against the locker watching.

"Because he stole my stuff!"

"Didn't you find your stuff in lost and found a couple days ago"

Then a long silence followed, briefly interrupted by the soft crying of the student beneath you.

"Oh yeah"

....

"So when I get suspended you won't tell your dad right?"

"Of course I won't, cause I'll be suspended with you"

#damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul x reader #damian al ghul #damian wayne #batfam x reader #batfam x you #batman x child reader #batman x child! reader #dc #dc x you #batfamily x reader #batfamily #batfam #batman x reader #batman

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idyllcy · 8 months

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Can you do a fic of damians x civilian!reader meeting talia for the first time, like damian sitting down and explaining to them whats up with his mom and to be super careful with her! (They already know abt robin but not talia) also I feel like it would be so awkward and intimidating

mother - damian wayne x reader

"So... your mom is part of a league of assassins?" You raise a brow.

"Yes, habibti. The League of Assassins."

"The one that you used to work in as a child."

"Yes."

You nod slowly. "Is she... scary?"

"Stern, as all mothers are." He pauses, reaching for your hand. "But she is not evil. She is my mother."

You nod slowly. "Do you see her often?"

"Less and less these days." He mumbles. "Though, she is visiting because she has heard of you."

"Did you tell her about me?"

"..." Damian looks away. "no."

You blink at him. "Were you scared that she would intimidate me?"

"I was worried she'd toss you four million dollars to leave me."

"Well, that is a convincing sum." You tap your chin, pretending to think over the offer.

"Habibti."

"I was joking." You smile. "You love me. Any mother who cares for their child would know and relent, even if it isn't the best decision. It's just a matter of deciding between what to give up. She's... not one of those... boy moms, is she?"

"No." Damian grimaces. "Definitely not."

"Then it should be fine." You smile, squeezing his hand. "I promise."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." You smile.

#*insert image of me staring in horror at my own writing getting repetitive as my eye twitches*#damian wayne x reader #damian x reader #damian al ghul x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian al ghul imagine

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midnight-pluto · 3 months

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being damian wayne’s first and only best friend in middle school is funny and at the same time very humbling.

like what do you mean this kid has the vocabulary of shakespeare and can still drag other kids physically and verbally??

yet, he still also doesn’t know basic media references and common terms used nowadays. it isn’t a problem to teach him those things it’s just, slightly concerning on how much he doesn’t know in your eyes.

so trying to be as best of a friend he could be, damain tries to pick-up on some of the mannerisms the kids his age have while also taking note of the ones you actively dislike — he isn’t trying to lose his only friend here, c’mon.

slowly but surely, parts of your vocabulary has been integrated into his. the words rolling off his tongue like they’ve been said a thousand times before.

it’s begun to slightly concern his siblings with such a drastic change in his way of speech that they started to doubt that it was actually him in the first place. but those ideas were quickly squashed when they realized his tongue was as sharp as ever.

“You’re too short to be talking.”

“You’re built like donkey from Shrek, shut the fuck up.”

HONORABLE MENTION:

[investigating a crime scene]

“…Where’s the hole?”

“That’s what she said.”

“ROBIN—“

a/n: i’ve wanted to become best friends with this boy ever since when i was young LEAVE ME ALONE

#rin’s drabbles 🥂#bsf!damian #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #damian al ghul x reader #batfam x y/n #batfam x you #batfam x reader #robin x reader

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bunny-twirl · 17 days

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Damian: أحبك. (I love you.)

Y/N: I love you, too.

Damian: You-How did you-?

Y/N: Guess this is a good a time as any to tell you I'm fluent in Arabic.

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batmanlovesnirvana · 1 month

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Nah, because everyone says that Damian speaks Arabic. LIKE, OF COURSE, BUT WHICH DIALECT THOUGH? Lebanese? Palestinian? Yemeni? Saudi? Or perhaps the league has its own accent and dialect? Does he understand the different North African dialects???

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