— 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 ꩜ moroccan. she her. eighteen. polyglot (en, ar, ary, de, es, fr). inbox open. december baby & hopeless romantic. night raven college since 2022.
infp. psyche's favorite daughter. professional maladaptive daydreamer. eastern timezone. written by mitski. ace trapolla's angel & floyd leech's favorite girl. katsuki bakugo's wife & jacks' dream girl. resides between the sea and the stars.
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❝ my soul is made of the rhythm of the sea . . .❞
jason todd who is gentle without even meaning to be.
he kisses the back of your hand while you’re walking side by side and smiles down at you when you startle. he stares like he can’t believe that you’re his and doesn’t hide it from you at all. instead he’ll rub the back of your hand with his thumb and put your hand in his pocket when it’s cold out. in the winter, he watches you shiver even in your coat and he’ll unzip his to hold you inside of it with him.
jason todd who is defensive on your behalf.
he’s attentive to what you like and what you don’t. he’s the type to excuse the both of you from a situation if he sees you’re even remotely uncomfortable. when someone makes a backhanded comment, he’s the first one to call it out. he has a little smile on his face while he throws it back at the other person and a shit eating grin when they cower at his comments.
jason todd who is more mindful of your habits than you are.
he’ll hold your hair back while you eat food to keep it from touching your plate and he’ll kiss you with your mouth full cause he just can’t resist it. after a long day at work he offers to rub your feet and often just gets on his knees to start working while you continue complaining about your boss. jason will talk to you about your cycle with genuine education and he’ll suggest period underwear when you have cramps. he doesn’t get grossed out. in fact, he embraces what would feel nasty or taboo and gets upset if you don’t feel the same.
jason todd who can’t stop spilling his guts out to you.
he follows you towards the bathroom and keeps the door open while you shower to keep talking. he’ll even ask to stay in the bathroom while you’re peeing and you’ll have to push him out only for him to continue his story through the door. if you’re exhausted, he just follows you into the shower and scrubs your back while he tells you all about something he witnessed today and turns around for you to do the same.
jason todd who has both a staring and a touching problem.
he doesn’t look away when you catch him staring. instead, he’ll tilt his head towards you and smile wider. if anything he just stares a little harder, leaning forward so his elbows are on his knees while he listens to you talk. maybe he’ll even cup your head and kiss the side of your face with a really wet sloppy kiss. he laughs when you wipe his spit from your cheek. he replaces it with another one but this time to your lips. the kiss holds tight, deepening and then suddenly softening until you’re breathless and forget to be mad at him.
.ᐟ You decide to launch Operation: Live the Teenage Dream! after a certain encounter with DAMIAN WAYNE—what started as a joke that amused you and irritated him slowly becomes something more when the ‘missions’ stop feeling like missions.
.ᐟ CONTENT: OOC (?), fluff, slight crack, slow burn, friends to lovers sort of thing, socially inept damian wayne (he improves over time pls) wc: 0.9k+
.ᐟ a/n: will i probably give up on this? probably but maybe not depends!!
Prologue
You notice Damian Wayne before you ever talk to him. Well, to be fair…how can you not? Everyone notices the Waynes, it was practically impossible not to. Although it may not have been in that way specifically.
The first thing you noticed about him was the sheer intensity surrounding him—like nothing should dare to disturb his focus. You always sat at the back, never too close but just enough to observe.
And unfortunately you see everything, friends whispering to each other, girls passing notes when the teacher looked away, and amidst the sea of noise and chaos—Damian is like a stubborn rock. His posture achingly straight as he listened to the teacher intently like he was waiting for a mistake he could correct bluntly.
And it was just your luck that you were late today just enough that the only seat left happened to be the one next to Damian's. Of course it was.
You walk over and slip into the chair, setting your things down. He doesn't even bother glancing your way, eyes glued onto the board.
The lecture was annoyingly boring, and you couldn't exactly people-watch properly in this position in hopes to keep yourself awake. Slowly, your eyes move to Damian. Posture was still as stiff as ever, and the way he was holding his pen made it look like he was going to snap it in half.
Curiosity never actually killed the cat, right?
When the teacher wasn't looking, you leaned over to him and lowered your voice before speaking. “Hey, are you always this intense?”
His eyes flicker to meet yours, a brief flash of annoyance and an edge of something else you couldn't quite name. Irritation, possibly. Or surprise.
Just as quickly though, his expression shifts into the same controlled and unreadable one he has everyday.
“This is an academic environment. Some of us are actually trying to learn.”
“Biology isn't a life or death situation though.” You point your pen at him, seeing how tense he seemed to be. Like he was preparing for a battle or something. And with what? The mitochondria?
“It doesn't erase the significance of the subject.” His gaze becomes sharper and calculating. “Then again, I wouldn't expect you to understand that.”
First, rude. Second, you weren't surprised. He was intelligent enough to boast and be arrogant. He was probably qualified enough to become a teacher himself here. Though you couldn't help but think that there was more to it. A front, maybe?
Well, unfortunately for him, his rudeness wasn't enough to discourage you to turn away. If anything, it does the opposite actually.
That's when you decided to sit next to him in every single class you share for the sole purpose of annoying him—never enough to cause a scene, but enough to make his jaw clench ever so slightly.
A week in of being ‘the nuisance who keeps sitting next to him’, everything starts to settle in what felt like a routine and less of a joke. It felt weird sitting next to anyone that wasn't him. Because oftentimes they would just laugh along with you and not reply with the smart and snarky comebacks you had grown to be fond of.
So when your Biology teacher decided to have a group project, you were unsurprisingly paired up with him along with a few of your other classmates. It feels less like bad luck and more of a challenge that you were more than willing to take.
“I’ll handle the research.” He says, like there wasn't any room left for arguments. “...and everything else.” You blink, looking around to see the varying expressions. Some ecstatic that they didn't have to do any work, some confused on why he was doing it all himself.
“That's not how group projects work.” He looks over at you, almost like he didn't expect you to argue. “It would be inefficient. It's quicker this way.”
“Nope.” You shake your head with certainty, crossing your legs casually. “You just have no idea how to work with people.” That…definitely got his attention. Because you felt like you just got stabbed with daggers when his eyes locked onto yours.
“I am perfectly capable.”
“I know you are. That doesn't make it right though.” You lean closer, tilting your head as you study his body language from head to toe. This was bad, possibly worse than you originally anticipated.
His lips curl downwards even more, but he couldn't help but be impressedly irritated at your pure audacity. He lets you observe, wanting to see how much you're willing to bite off.
You take your sweet time. Then with a small, satisfied nod. “Okay, I’ve already decided.” You grin widely, which does not put him at ease at all. “Operation: Live the Teenage Dream.”
He blinks and goes still, looking straight at you like you had just grown a second head. “What.” He found the whole idea ridiculous, and the name of the whole operation didn't help either. Seriously? Live the Teenage Dream? This wasn't some sort of high school movie.
“We start this weekend.”
Damian doesn't respond immediately. He knew it was a waste of his precious time. He should leave. He knows that fully well, yet you continue to persist. He found it illogical, but your determination was something he could respect somehow.
There wasn't a clear benefit from this for the both of you. But there's also no consequences or drawbacks. At most, it would be a temporary distraction.
His older brother's words surface in his mind for a moment. “An old man in a teenage boy’s body.” they’d said. The claim is far from the truth, clearly incorrect.
Jason was so fun to draw I definitely want to do more dc art! maybe absolute superman or Wally west..never doing bedsheets again though that was so hard it felt malicious
