Part 1
Super!reader x Damian Wayne
oblivious!reader
âCâmon Robinâ you shouted to the boy behind you. You guys were racing to the Diamond District in Gotham, where a robbery was taking place. You were flying while he was using his grappling hook to swing between buildings.
Suddenly you stopped mid-air, spotting the bank. It was surrounded by 3 masked men. Seemed like an easy job. You waited for Damian and flashed him a dazzling smile âWhat took you so long?â
He didnât pay attention to you and just analyzed the crime scene from the rooftop he stood on.
âI can drop you onto one of the guysâ you said jokingly. He still continued to ignore you. You floated down next to him and you sat on the ledge. This was a little awkward. This whole patrol was awkward. Usually you had Jon as a mediator, but he was grounded because he tried to make some grilled cheese with his eyes, so it was just you and Damian.
You two knew eachother since you were 11 and you guys saw eachother and worked alongside eachother frequently. But Jon was always there. Somehow, Damian had a way of making you feel embarassed even though he didnât do anything. Or maybe this embarassement is caused by your stupid feelings.
You tried to ignore them, and normally you would succed, but now when itâs just the two of you, your minds tends to wonder and you end up just wanting to talk his ears off. And kissing his stupidly beautiful face.
You stared at Damian âso whatâs the plan?â
âYou draw them together and I take their guns why you tie them up. Be fast Supergirlâ He jumped off the roof and you followed the plan.
You never knew why you always wanted Damianâs approval. Itâs probably the fact that you have a teeny-tiny crush on him. But youâve liked other people before, and you never wanted to make them satisfied. All these feelings were so confusing and you hated them. Maybe you would even make a move if it wasnât Damian. Your twin brotherâs best friend. Damian who never shows his emotions, who is always so focused on his goals. Damian, who is the kindest person youâve ever met. You see it in the way he talks with victims as Robin, you see it in the way he cares about animals and art, you see it in the way he always looks out for you and Jon.
âUghâ You grown. Damian raises an eyebrow at you. You guys were in the batcave, you laying on the couch with a laptop in your lap and him sitting at the Batcomputer. âWhy do we have to write this report? Bruce isnât even here. Heâs off-world with my dad. And you know he wonât care about this. We barely fought criminals.â
Damian forced you to come to the Batcave with him after your patrol. He insisted on writing up reports for some reason. This is weird because you guys never write reports. Atleast youâve never written one. Usually after patrol, you and Jon just fly home after seeing Damian home and tell your dad the coolest thing you guys did that night.
So here you were, sitting in the Batcave in borrowed clothes (one of your excuses on why you should just go home after patrol was that you were still in your Supergirl outfit and dirty hero clothes donât belong in clean places. He just gave you one of Stephâs old shorts and a sweatshirt that was his. It smelled like him anyways and it was dark green and that was a very Damian color). Truly, you felt weird. He ignored you during patrol and now he insisted on you staying at his house for an hour, he gave you his sweatshirt and he even got you some granola bars.
âAre you in a hurry y/n?â
âNoâ you huffed âI donât even know what to write. Does â I swooped down and after delivering a swift but strong kick to his private area, he finally dropped the purse- sound good?â
He tried to hide a smile.
âDonât laugh at me itâs not funnyâ
âIt is a little funnyâ
âHelp me then. I donât want to embarass myself infront of Batmanâ He got up and sat next to you. He grabbed the laptop out of your arms and started reading what you wrote so far.
âYou will not embarass yourself infront of my father, He likes youâ
âBatman doesnât like anyone. Except probably you guys. Plus I donât think I ever propely spoke to him. And heâs like best friends with my dad!â He finished reading and looked up at your rambling. âHow is it? Will you fix it or do I have to stay up all night to rewrite it? I canât even write a stupid report. My parents are journalists Damian. Did you know that? And I canât even write a stupid report. I can see that you hate it. Itâs written all over your faceâ yeah maybe you were spiraling a bit but Damian was sitting very close to you and you are trying very hard not to look into his gorgeous eyes and grab his face and kiss him.
âCalm downâ he whsipers and pushes the laptop to the side. âItâs perfectâ
Your breath catches in your throath. You can feel his eyes on you and for once you tried to look anywhere but at him. His hand moves to intertwine with yours.
âWhat are you doing Damian?â you ask and you hate how your voice waivers as you look up at him. His cheeks have a slight pinkish tint and you know that yours are mirroring his. Damian never acted like this before. Heâs not touchy or reassuring with you like he is with Jon. He prefers ignoring you and your flirty jabs. Why is he looking at you like you look at him?
âMy father does not require reports from you y/n.â
âThen what am I doing here?â both of your voices dropped low. The moment seems very intimate and you are panicking. Nothing like this ever happened to you. Heâs still looking into your eyes and heâs still holding one of your hands. Your are in his sweatshirt and your heart is beating very loudly.
âI wanted, needed to talk to you.â he took a deep breath. âIâm sorry for ignoring you on patrolâ
âoh, donât worry about it, I know I talk a lotâ
âNo, noâ he cleared his throat âAll night I have been thinking about how to tell you this. But I couldnât find the right words. Last week Grayson got injured on patrol, and even before we arrived at home Starfire was there, with him. And it got me thinking about that time when we were fighting Black Maskâs men and you got stabbedâ
âWell that doesnât happen that much Damian, he just got lucky cause he bought Kryptonite from somewhereâ
âI know, but I was still worriedâ your cheeks heated up even more. âAnd after some reflection I realised that I constantly worry about you. When we are patrolling, even when I know that you are safe, I worry. And I know that you can protect yourself because you are skilled and one of the smartest, most creative people I know, but I wish that I was by your side all the time.â
âWhat are you trying to say?â You had an idea abou what he was trying to say. And you really hoped it wasnât a prank.
âI find myself thinking about you day and night, I feel likeâ you didnât care what he felt like. You inched closer and kissed him. You felt his grip on your hands move away and he held your hips as your lips moved in synch. You smiled into it. Your hands found their way onto the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss.
Eventually you pulled away, a little dizzy, a little out of breath. You smiled up at him. âI hope this wasnât a prankâ.
His eyes darkened a bit âIt was not. Iâve been trying to tell you how I feel for a while now but your brother interrupted me multiple times.â
âThe fair, that one time we went to the aquarium, when I visited your grandparentâs farm and we were tasked to clean out the stablesâ
âThat was a year ago!â he shrugged and you giggled âWell that kiss was really good and since your family is all upstairs..â And his mouth was on yours again and you could barely contain your smile.
