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Stay With You Till Daylight
Zanka x TeamChild!Reader
The History of a First Kiss
Requests 💖✨✨
PDA in Enjin's Car (Zanka x Reader)
Jealousy in Both Parties (Zanka x Reader)
A Long-Awaited Moment (Zanka x Reader)
Who Said Rivals Couldn't Yearn Over Food? (Zanka x Reader)
Clingy? He Doesn't Mind it if it's You. (Zanka x Reader)
Zanka x Easily Injured Reader Headcanons!
Who Else Would I Call My Partner? (Zanka x Reader)
Eternally Yours, Now and Forever (Zanka x Reader)
Zanka x Jabber's Sister! Reader
Good Food and Mistletoe Kisses (Zanka x Reader)
Bitter? Sweet? Reunion?! (Enjin x Reader and Zanka x Reader)
Let Me Lean On You (Zanka x Reader)
GAGGED. (Zanka x Reader)
Random Zanka Stuff
Earmuffs
Lullabies
Zanka Christmas !
Would You Love Me If…?
Your Attention Should Be His Alone
Happy Birthday, My Love! (Doodle)
Mess me up, Baby.
Lil Bit Of Zanka Angst
He's Not The Best At Arguing
He's A Loverman At Heart
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RESULTS ARE OUT !! (I'll update my masterlist tomorrow, I'm on my phone hehe)
We're going to be going with a SERIES of Zanka x Reader and if he was suddenly teleported to a normal universe.
Now my question to my audience is: would you like to combine these two or have them separate? AHIHIHI THE CHOICE IS YOURSSS
And also, by a friend's suggestion, my inbox is open for the whole QNA thing. They said I shouldn't have put it in the poll and just have it as a bonus teehee
summary Everyone is convinced that you and wally are dating (you aren’t) and damian gets it in his head that wally’s out to steal you so he tries to sabotage your relationship (it ends up backfiring)
content 2.0k words, sunshine!reader, brothers best friend, friend to lovers, reader is obsessed with pink, yearning, situationship, a bit of protective!wally, idiots in love, the whole fam gets involved <3
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The boutique was alive under warm lights, expensive suits hanging beside displays of folded ties. You went through the racks, trying to find something Wally would like while he trailed after you like a lost puppy.
A few feet away, Dick and Damian could be heard arguing over a tie.
Wally leaned down behind you. “I thought it was just gonna be the two of us,” he whispered, his breath fanning against your ear and making you shiver. It'd been so easy to lean back and press yourself against him.
“I know, but then Damian looked so sad when I said no, and then Dick was in town so…” you whispered back.
“Damian? Sad?” he asked, unconvinced.
“Well, he’d never admit it, but I can tell.”
Wally groaned, his hands sliding down to your hips. “Baby, you’re just hella weak.”
His touch sent heat coiling low in your belly into knots he could unravel if he wanted to.
“Am not,” you argued, voice hitching while you held up a black suit. “How’s this one?”
He hummed, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at it. “I dunno. Looks like every other suit in here.”
Dick stopped beside you, eyeing Wally practically all over you. You'd given him hell after spreading false rumors and even forced him into going to this gala as punishment. However, he seemed happy to come. Too happy.
"How bout a pink tie?" Dick offered up, his knowing eyes looking straight through Wally, which unnerved you. Did he still think you guys were together?
"I'm wearing pink," you told Wally. This was probably a bit too much for just friends. With him, it was always too easy to slip into this pretend. His touch, his words, it all made you braver, made you dream of a life where he'd patch you up when you were too tired or hold your hand and press kisses all over your face.
"Yeah? Kinda figured you would." Wally grinned.
"See?" Dick spread his hands in a 'I'm right' sort of way. "It's perfect.
"Yes, if he wanted to embarrass you," Damian added disapprovingly, while he came over with a handful of other ties. Your heart warmed at how seriously he was taking this.
Wally shrugged. "I'll wear pink."
"Do not indulge her—
Dick put a hand over the youngest's mouth. "Shhh, let the romance play out."
"This is a poor excuse for romance. He is practically slobbering all over her like a dog." Damian's words came out muffled.
Wally awkwardly cleared his throat while he took a step back. Immediately, empty air rushed around you, replacing his warmth. You silently cursed your brother for saying anything.
"I was told you liked dogs," Wally muttered.
"Well behaved ones, yes," Damian responded in a very princely manner. You muffled a laugh. That wasn't true at all. You've seen him take in unruly animals, ones that tore up vintage couches, left trails of dirt all around the manor, making Alfred (the human) question every life decision that led him to this.
"Anyway…" Dick broke you out of your thoughts, and you swore you saw him nudge Damian with his elbow.
Damian sighed. "Come, sister, we must find you an appropriate…everything."
Your eyes darted to Wally instinctively. "But we—
"Your suitor will be fine, come," Damian stated, his hand grabbing your arm.
You waved at Wally as your brother dragged you away. “We’ll be back…I think…”
Wally watched you go, his eyes not leaving you until the crowded streets took you away from view.
"What was that about?" Wally turned to see Dick standing there, arms crossed, expression unreadable—so different from the way he acted around you. It was as if you really did brighten any room you walked into. Or maybe that was how he felt about you.
“Alright,” Dick said, raising a brow. “What’s going on with you, man?”
Wally blinked. “What do you mean?”
"C'mon, I know you, you're not the type to hide your feelings. And it's obvious to everyone but her. Hell, even Oliver's talking about this. Oliver."
Wally's brows furrowed. "Wait, what?"
Dick exhaled like he couldn't believe he had to spell it out. "Everyone knows you're both in love."
"Oh, that." Wally rubbed the back of his head.
“You think she’ll reject you or something? Trust me, she looks at you like you're her whole world?”
Wally’s lips curved up absentmindedly at that. The effect you had on him would get him in trouble one day. And he had a feeling that day was near.
His smile faltered, gaze dropping to the polished floor. “It’s not that simple."
He raised his head to look at his friend. “And what if Damian’s right?”
Dick gave him a look that said 'What the hell'. "About what?"
“Like…what if we’re incompatible?” he said quietly, using Damian's words. It was easier than admitting the fear curling in his chest.
Dick squinted. "You're taking Damian's words to heart?"
"They're close," Wally gestured to the shop's entrance helplessly, where the current Robin had dragged you away.
That drew out a laugh from dick "Holy shit," he said, while he struggled to breathe. Wally stands there with his head tilted in confusion.
"He's jealous," Dick explained, after recovering from his laughing fit. However, he still had a big grin on his face that made Wally feel a bit silly for ever taking anything the kid said seriously.
"I know he doesn't act like a kid, but underneath…all that," he waves his hand around," he's still a kid."
Wally stared. "Yeah, alright."
"Great," Dick patted his shoulder. "Tell her you love her. She deserves that much—you both do."
“You're surprisingly chill about this,” Wally said, slowly.
Dick snorted. “Don’t worry, it's Bruce and Damian who'll give you enough hell. Consider this a mercy."
———
Nerves prickled over your skin. The chandeliers you once admired felt more like a trap today as they sparkled all over the ballroom. The rest of your family was scattered around. Jason, who was chugging down flutes of champagne, had said he was here for the drama. You'd ignored him, pulling up the skirt of your dress so it wouldn't drag and moving onward, and deeper into the suffocating glamor.
Wally was late. That much you knew. Where he was, however, was a complete mystery. And pride stopped you from texting. You'd done this without him; you didn't need him. Yet, with eyes following your every move, you'd never felt more alone.
Heavy footsteps approached behind you. Years of training kicked in. A cold hand pressed against your back. Relief rose in your chest so quickly, you barely registered how cold it was.
You turned, ready to complain. "Wally—
You faltered. "Oh, it's you."
"What's up, shortcake?" Roy grinned boyishly, and probably way too cheerfully to be considered innocent. He was wearing a suit, messily at that, like he hadn't bothered to clean up. His tie was done wrong, and habit crept over you, reminding you of all the times you’d fix your younger brother's ties.
"Have you seen Wally?" You asked, getting closer and letting your hands fix his tie. People whispered, but you paid them no mind. The crooked tie took priority.
He rolled his eyes. "Is ' Wally ' the only word in your vocabulary?"
You ignored him, your brows furrowing. "Why is the knot so tight?" you complained, trying to loosen it.
For the next five minutes, the two of you bickered as you tug him around, trying to fix his tie. At one point, he tried to get Jason to save him, but the latter took out his phone to record, so Roy seemed content to let you do whatever was needed to free him.
Throughout it all, Wally would slip into your mind. Would he wear the matching tie? Would he even show up? When he'd dance with you, would it be like what you dreamed it'd be?
You were so distracted that you didn't even notice Wally appearing.
"Thank fuck," Roy mumbled in relief. "Take your girl, West, she's just as crazy as the rest of her kind."
"My kind?" you asked Wally, who, you noticed, was wearing a pink tie. Your posture straightened, and your eyes lit up.
"Bats," he explained, his eyes shooting daggers at the other redhead standing too close to you.
Roy put his hands up. "I'm harmless." He slowly backs away and disappears into the crowd like he was fleeing a crime scene.
You shifted closer to Wally. His eyes flicked back to you, where they belonged. The tension in his shoulders eased and his eyes softened as he gazed over you.
"You're beautiful." He whispered, hand reaching out for yours.
Your throat bobbed. The air in here felt warmer, the fabric of your dress too tight, but when his hand wrapped fully around yours, you realized it was just him making you feel like this.
"I think you're beautiful too," you respond, just as quietly as if the world around you wasn't loud.
He grinned. "You had enough of me yet?"
"Nope," you tug him forward. He stumbled along, happily following you as you brought him to a balcony that was hidden from most people's view.
From here, all the scheming brothers and meddling friends were distant. He said your name, softly, pulling your attention back on him
You hummed, trying to quiet your racing heart while you leaned against the railings. A gust of chill air mussed your hair.
“Wanna know something?” he asked, his hand brushing through your hair, trying to smooth it back into place. But another gust blew it loose again, so he gave up and instead twirled a strand around his finger while looking at you intently.
"Falling in love is scary," he mummbled, "But you make it easy…you make everything easy."
Your chest felt full, like your body wasn't sure what to do with all this.
"I'm gonna cry," you said, eyes already going glassy.
"Shit—don't cry, babe." He panicked, pulling you into a tight hug. His scent, engulfing you, only made it worse. It made you want to cry more because he loved you. And you’d known for a while, unconsciously at least. It had always been there in the way you touched him back, spoke freely with him, and tried to hold onto him just a little longer every time he was near.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, pressing a small kiss to your skin there.
"I love you," you mumbled against his chest.
"I know," he said, one hand slipping back into your hair as if he couldn't help but want to touch you everywhere.
"You have to say it back," you complained.
"What? That I love you? Everyone knows that, sweetheart." He tilted your head up so he could look into your eyes before letting himself kiss you, slow and sweetly.
Bonus: before the gala!
"You are sweating," Damian observed, his hands clasped behind him.
"Dick," Wally whispered, eyeing Damian while he tried to fix his tie for the hundredth time, "It's like having one of those devils over your shoulders."
His friend grinned, throwing an arm around his shoulders, "Does that mean I'm the angel?"
"fuck, I'm so screwed," Wally mummbled hysterically. "She's so effortless, I'm like…
"Dude, chill. With us as your wingmen, nothing can go wrong."
"Todd has reported back," Damian spoke, suddenly, "Harper has arrived, he is speaking to her."
Slowly, Wally glanced at them with narrowed eyes. "What did you do?"
Dick shrugged, then pretended to check his watch. "Well, having a thing for gingers runs in the family.
"That is only you and sister," Damian muttered with disgust.
Wally had gone still. Then, just like that, his hesitation was gone and he was rushing over to you.
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A lot of zanka/author related stuff
Make a series of zanka and reader and post it on ao3 as well
Get to know the author, me opening my ask box for questions you can ask
Small zanka x reader comic (this will take a while)
Zanka x reader (Actor AU)
Zanka x reader if he was suddenly teleported to a normal universe
you come back to hq after a long mission with your clothes absolutely destroyed, and zanka is not quite sure how to act when he sees so much of your skin for the first time—and not in private, but in front of everyone else! zanka x fem!reader
sometimes, missions go wrong, but you'd learn to push through them regardless! as a cleaner, it was your duty to tough it out. and while you were used to fighting trash beasts and getting a little roughed up by the end of each ordeal, today was a little out of the ordinary, because today's tumultuous walk back towards hq is spent with you having a minor fit of panic
"oh my god riyo, i swear i felt a breeze up my butt! are you sure you can't see it?!" you squeal, quickly turning around for her as she snorts, fingers reaching out to gently graze the bottom curve of your backside as you yelp
"just a little, if anything, it's like a cheeky pair of shorts," she says with a smirk, and you whine in defeat and embarrassment
"these used to be pants! i'm going to have to walk through the entire main entrance in front of everyone to get to my room." you huff, and she offers you a sympathetic smile before gently placing a hand on your shoulder
"i mean, i can see the underside of your breasts too, but as long as you don't jostle around too much, you'll be fine. trust me!" she says encouragingly with a grin, and your shoulders relax a bit as you sigh
"you're sure it's not that bad?"
"i mean... it's nothing like what you normally where. but hey! you don't look bad!" she teases, and you smack her arm with a giggle before you two finally step onto the familiar grounds of hq
zanka has been waiting for you since 1:32 PM exactly. you were supposed to be back by 2, but he wanted to make sure he was here early enough to greet you and sweep you back to his room. tamsy, enjin, rudo, follo, delmon, and a few other cleaners sat at the long table alongside him. while the others ate their lunch chattering noisily, zanka kept his eyes focused on the door.
his back was slightly hunched, a barely noticeable furrow between his brows when the clock hits 2:15 and you had yet to arrive. he bites the inside of his cheek, trying to school his expression into something neutral before enjin calls his name
"what's wrong, loverboy? is your girl late?" enjin snickers, and zanka huffs, hoping no one can hear the twinge of worry in his voice
"a bit. it's fine, i bet she and riyo took the long way back. you know how much those two love talking with each other." he grumbles, chin resting in the palm of his hand with the muscles of his back tense. he's so focused at glaring a hole into the wall minutes later that he doesn't notice the shift in atmosphere around him until he hears tamsy physically choke on his food beside him
zanka peers up, but tamsy's eyes are transfixed onto something else. he follows his line of gaze, and there you are—cleaner's uniform tattered beyond belief and showing so much skin that zanka's surprised he doesn't simply pass away on the spot. his mouth falls open, a chocked sound of utter shock and bafflement escaping his lips as you give him a nervous smile from across the room
"uhh—bad mission! i gotta walk through the main entrance to get to the rooms and change so..."
soft. that's the first word that comes to zanka's mind. soft legs, soft thighs, soft arms, soft tummy—he wants nothing more than to glide his fingers over the skin he hasn't seen before now standing right in front of him. while the two of you kissed and cuddled all the time, you hadn't gone further yet—and you didn't usually wear clothes so—so revealing.
it takes zanka a good five seconds to process your words, but once he does, he's snapping out of his daze
"you—you all better shut your eyes right now! don't you dare look at her!" he shrieks, voice high and cracked around the edges as he leaps from his chair and points an accusatory finger at everyone seated. they must not understand how serious zanka is, because after a moment of confusion passes, zanka's smacking a hand over follo's eyes for still looking at you
"ouch! dude—i was just about to—"
"rudo, you little shit—" zanka starts menacingly, and rudo looks mortified as he quickly pulls his gaze away from you and slaps his hands over his eyes himself. zanka peers around before his gaze lands on enjin
enjin doesn't think he's ever seen zanka's face this red before in his entire life, and the sight pulls such a visceral reaction from him that he doubles over and laughs hard enough to be gasping for air. zanka marches right past him, peering over once more to ensure no one else is looking before he's quickly covering your body with his own and speed walking you towards the exit
"oh, my savior!" you cheer. zanka swallows the lump in his throat, trying to ignore how nice the bare skin of your spine feels now that his hand was resting on it as the two of you rush towards the elevator. once you're both inside, zanka pulls away from you with a tired exhale, and you stare at him before a smile blooms on your face
"thank you, zanka." you giggle, and he peers up, eyes round and blinking slowly before they slowly peer down and assess your form. you don't feel uncomfortable in front of zanka, not even the least bit, so you make no move to cover up yourself anymore.
what you realize in that moment is this: the best part about zanka is that he was an absolute gentleman when it came down to you.
"are you cold?" zanka suddenly blurts, cheeks and ears tinged red as you shake your head no
"okay...okay... let's go to my room, it's closer. you can shower and change into something of mine." he states firmly just as the elevator doors slide open, and you don't waste a second as you sling your arms around his neck in a hug
your fingernails scratch gently at the base of his neck, and you hear his breath hitch when you place a soft kiss against his mouth—one that he positively melts into. zanka's hands hover around your waist hesitantly—the spot he normally holds when he kisses you now bare—before gently settling his hands down anyway and pulling you closer.
"will you help me change?" you murmur against his lips with a mischievous grin, and the look that overcomes zanka's face is nothing short of absolutely priceless.
super soft morning cuddles with zanka, just zanka being one hell of a simp for reader would be so so cute
Mornings like this with your boyfriend are surprisingly.. Let's say, very often.
Mornings where time passes with the two of you just cuddled up in his bed.
Doing nothing but laying side by side with each other, and when the topic’s moving? Zanka doesn't bother.
What's surprising is that when you're on his bed, this boy isn't making the effort of getting up.
Zanka is known for his strict discipline for himself, he takes pride of that.
Never once did this boy mess up his schedule, at least not on purpose.
But ever since you became his partner—when he started inviting you in his room to hangout or sleepover?
Suddenly, Zanka doesn't care how much time ticks by.
Suddenly, he doesn't care about his schedule.
His routine should have started about thirty minutes ago, but until now, he's here, nuzzled on the crook of your neck.
Breathing in your scent, relishing in your warmth and lips pressing a small peck.
By this time, he should've been training, checking gears, polishing his Lovely Assistaff, or getting ready if ever there was a mission.
But no.
He remained lying on his bed, his arms tightening around you when you tried to get up.
Zanka's throat would vibrate, a displeased sound coming out when you talk about becoming ‘late’.
“Do ya’ not want to cuddle wit’ me?" He'd guilt trip you with those irresistible navy blue eyes of his.
And you'd be forced to stay there in his embrace, not that you're complaining, not really—not at all! You like it.
But you can't risk being scolded for tardiness for the third time this week.
You finally turned to your boyfriend, eyes half pleading at him to let you go.
"Zanka.. we should really get up. What if there's a mission? We should be in patrol by now—”
You received another tight hug instead, Zanka's making his decision clear. He's NOT getting up, and you'd stay by his side.
“Come on, we should get up, Semiu might get mad." You persisted, pushing him lightly.
“Who cares?" Zanka finally spoke, voice gruff from sleep.
“Me?"
“Well, I don't." He said, pulling you closer, nose buried in the curve of your neck.
You can hear him sigh out of contentment when he inhales you in like air.
You groaned, but didn't bother to push him anymore.
Zanka's not letting go,
Not when you're so soft and warm beside him on his bed.
Wanna know why it's so short? It didn't save. The draft didn't save. I have like 900+ words ready already, too bad tho tumblr hates me. I have to restart everything from scratch. Man, I hate when this happens. Btw I'm focusing on fluff for now, so send some fluffy reqs for now guys. It comforts meeee :3
Just a mini Janka timeskip AU where Zanka and Riyo take on Enjin's role as Cleaners and take his influence with them as they become parents leaders of their own teams. Jabber leaves the Raiders and becomes more of a merc for hire. Zanka will occasionally call up Jabber for more intense missions that might need his "special" skill set.
I like to imagine Zanka's kids making theories of their weird relationship they have going on.
─── ❨ 𝐯. ❩ to be filled with admiration for someone :: despite being friends , he harbours deep feelings for you and is totally enthralled by you !
content ⸝⸝ aged up . damian wayne x fem . reader , oneshot , fluff , yearner / ooc damian , 3053wc , this was a request 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒
Pity wasn't exactly the reason why a friendship has blossomed between the two of you. Whenever someone hears of your little story, on how you two befriended each other — one might think it was all pity.
Everyone thought so when they have asked how your first interaction was. After all, they have perceived you as the complete opposites of each other. They weren't able to comprehend how your interests got pulled along the path.
One too quiet, too observing, too confined.
The other too loud, too careless, too free.
But all in together? It wasn't pity at all. It was never an ounce of it.
For the two of you, it solely relied on mutual interest and curiosity. Because you were so different, so eager to learn about the other one and filled to the brim with curiosity.
How does one live your life?
Damian remembers his indifference towards his schoolmates, minding his own business as he sat at his table, lips sealed shut and eyes set on the book. A book, that has actually piqued his interest for longer than five seconds.
Nonetheless, it didn't matter how hard he focused to read between the lines — he still noticed the burning stare he received by a certain someone. They weren't exactly secretive with it.
Actually, they were staring ever since the break started and their elementary school teacher left the room. Everyone scurried to their friends, busy chatting and complaining about the individual subjects and teachers.
One of the bigger friend groups were right a few tables ahead of him, loud voices filling the room and laughter echoing in the ears. And one of them was you—in all your glory.
The social butterfly you were, Damian noted ever since he stepped a foot into the classroom. Sometimes, people flocked towards you left and right, as if they were moths drawn to the only source of light.
Yet you? You shone throughout the whole day. Cute smiles, funny chatter, easy presence, social battery always at its fullest percentage. It was as if you never got tired of the constant talking and laughing.
Damian wondered how you kept up with all of this, curiosity slowly creeping up day by day. Because to be frank? He could never be like you.
It also seemed like you were curious too. Or else, you wouldn't have been staring at him the whole time, right? There was this mutual interest lingering in the air, between the two of you only.
You wondered how he was alone all the time, why he stayed so confined. Because honestly? You could never be like him.
So you collectively decided to friend him up.
"I've noticed that you barely talked with anyone."
"That is only because I don't require constant chatter with anyone and everyone."
You bursted into a fit of laughter, laughing so stupidly at something he said. Something that wasn't funny in his opinion.
"Hey, can we be friends?"
"Tt." he paused for second as he met your gaze properly.
All you could see was the softest furrow in his sharp brows, the way his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Then you noticed his eye colour as well. A deep shade of a vivid emerald.
"Fine, you may. Although only, if you can keep up with me."
It sounded pretty demanding, a bit pushy even. But in reality—there was no real bite behind it. Only a quiet acceptance of your presence. And you, the child who interacted with almost everyone, understood it fully.
"By the way, you really have pretty eyes!"
"Is that supposed to be an attempt of softening me up?"
That was the day when a friendship bloomed, filled with deep interest and curious excitement.
A presence that reminded him of a burning sun. A presence that reminded you of the quiet moon.
Damian now began to orbit around you, as if you were the purpose behind his life. As if you were the only one worth living for. As if you've stolen his breath the moment you smiled at him so brightly.
Not that he would ever admit—but you did. Steal his gaze, steal his attention, steal his breath the moment you smiled ever so sweetly. It was a smile reserved for him and him only.
Nothing he'd ever think of sharing.
Time has moved quickly with you in his orbit now—now reaching the start of high school. School has been shorter than ever, days funnier than ever. All because you two sticked to each other like glue.
"Can I come to yours today?" you shuffled closer as the bells rang.
"Insolent of you to even ask." he murmured under his breath, earning an amused giggle.
"Gotta stay polite and respectful, okay?" you were talking as if there weren't days when you entered his home without prior notice.
"I do hope you're joking." he lifted his gaze from his bag, lips forming a thin line.
"Sorry, boss." you hummed and threw your bag over your shoulder. "Let's get going!"
"Patience." he let out a sigh.
Some wished you a farewell as you literally sprinted out of the classroom with Damian following right behind you, pace a lot slower and relaxed than yours. "Goodbye!" echoed in the corridor.
His eyes trailed after you, softening by a fraction—heart swelling in something that he couldn't quite explain.
Or maybe he did. He was able to explain the feeling quite well, able to tell clearly what kind of feelings he harboured for you. But it was deep, swirling in the bottom of his heart.
If he wasn't careful enough, he might hurt himself.
Damian knew you were someone special in his life, slowly etched yourself deeper and deeper into his heart that didn't refuse your presence. Because he knew ever since you visited the manor.
Every time you set a foot onto the ground of the enormous manor, you lit up the place like no one else. You were no candle that flickered quietly through the halls of the house, you weren't suppressed by the cold and the shadow.
You were brighter than that, you were the kind of light that eased the darkness just by walking through, fire so hot that it was untouched and so luminous that the shadow didn't dare to touch you.
That's why everyone seemed to like you. Seconds after a few exchanged words, they have already grown fond on you. And you just, slipped into the family picture. A family that was supposedly off limits and impossible to touch.
Even your own family are close friends with his. Enough trust that they were able to drop you off at whenever they left for vacation during your school days.
"Oh my god, I missed your bed so much!" you squealed in excitement, letting yourself drop into his bed.
The cushion softened your fall, dipping through your weight as you tangled yourself with the sheets. "It certainly smells like you too." you commented before sitting up after noticing something, "are you using a perfume?"
"Perhaps you are too tired." he folded his arms sternly in front of his chest while settling in his chair, "a strong scent pulls in unwanted guests."
"Right, right! Sure... Be for real man, who you tryna impress?"
"No one."
He let out a sigh and turned his back to you, now facing his study desk — while the heat secretly crawled up to his neck and ears after you caught him red-handed.
Obviously he has started to wear a perfume to impress you. Exactly the one you mentioned that you've taken a liking to. He probably bought several bottles of the same perfume.
"I wish I could stay in your bed forever. I could cry, it's so soft and so soft and soooo soft!" you rambled while making yourself comfortable again.
Actually, you technically could stay in his bed forever if you two had a sleepover or got together — he could feel his cheeks heating up. His desire to slam his forehead against the desk was growing with every second passing.
"Do you want me to purchase you one?"
"No." you immediately rejected his idea, "don't spend your money on me like that. Spend it to charity. Just pay me with your time."
He would love to—you can have all of his time if he's going to be honest.
"Incredibly wise of you." he murmured under his breath.
"They call me the wise. Like Master Oogway from Kung Fu Panda."
"Who?"
You stared at the boy who eventually turned back to face you, searching any hints of amusement to make sure he wasn't joking. But you failed to do so, making you gasp in horror.
"Buddy, you missed out." you rose from his bed and walked towards him, hands planted on top of his shoulders. "I'm showing you a new world tonight!"
"Never own the audacity to call me such thing again." he stood up from his chair, heart thudding harder against his chest at the contact.
"Hey, can we do a movie marathon?" you titled your head slightly, shaking him back and forth.
"Right now?"
"Duh?" you furrowed your brows, "or were you joking?"
"Tt. No, I did not."
Spend more time with you and sitting real close to you? Count him in.
"I'm dead." you mumbled, head dropping from time to time while you drowsily tried to keep your eyes open.
Maybe a movie marathon wasn't the best idea under the week. Damian notes down to never do it again, valuing your sleep and health over your amusement for next time.
"Stay awake and take notes." he sighed out, attentively taking the notes for himself. And you.
"You love me, right?"
"I do." it isn't an exaggeration and not in a friendly way.
"Then send me your notes, pretty please." you leaned against him, head dropping to his shoulder.
Rewind, rewind. Maybe he will do another movie marathon with you if it means you'd lean against him more. He only hopes you can't hear his heart that is beating faster than usual.
"How about you take your own notes?" he will send them anyways.
"Okay, how about no?"
Eventually, the lesson comes to an end and the bells ring loud enough for you to wake up from your zombie state. You perked up almost immediately, grin stretching on your lips wider than ever.
"Thank god, we are done!" you straightened your back and stretched your arms.
Damian watched you from the corner of his eye and a secretive smile crossed his face, seeing you full enthusiastic and happy. A bubble of filled with energy. It truly suited you.
His lips parted, about to call out your name and invite you to sit with him in lunch — yet it didn't take long until someone else cut him off, clearly with the same intentions.
You perked up, grin brightening as you met their gaze.
"Wanna sit with us during lunch?"
fuckofffuckofffuckoff—
It was clear how Damian was frowning, noticeable through the tension and the look on his face as he stared at his classmate.
"Nah, it's alright. Thanks for the invite though!"
"Shucks, maybe next time?"
"We'll see!"
As soon as they left, you could feel yourself deflating a bit before facing your best friend again. The frown has worn off, replaced with a neutral expression while he put his stuff into his bag.
"Is there any reason why you declined?" he hummed in interest.
"Dropped all of them as soon as they started to talk shit about you." you honestly told him, breathing out in slight annoyance.
For him. You dropped them for him.
"Good choice." he paused and glanced into your direction, "Pennyworth baked sugary goods. I brought some since you mentioned yesterday you'd love to eat of his pastry again."
It's not like you will find out he practically plead Alfred to bake some.
At that, you clasped your hands together while your eyes began to shine with stars, "Really!? I love you so much, oh my god!"
youlovehimyoulovehimyoulovehim—
"Here. Nevertheless, do be careful with the portions. You must not take in so much sugar in the early morning." he warned you with a narrow of his eyes, "I am not interested in playing babysitter with a hyperactive you."
It's not like he's lying. Okay — maybe partially. But only partially.
"Don't worry, I can take care of myself!" you shrugged your shoulders and accepted his offering like some holy relic, "thank you so so so much for feeding me, Master Damian!"
"Refrain yourself from calling me like Pennyworth does." he grimaced.
Use his name. He'd actually like to hear his nickname more than his name, especially if it's coming from your lips.
Comfortable silence settled between the two of you, the classroom empty after all students pooled out. You hummed under your breath and licked your lips in anticipation while Damian was staring.
"By the way..." he spoke up after a while, "you don't have to do that for me."
"Do what hm?" you met his gaze, eyes indicating a tinge of confusion.
"Let me rephrase. You are not obligated to drop your friends because of me."
You felt your own grin faltering at his words, leisurely blinking your eyes as you halted mid movement. The silence etched further into your skin, the serious expression painting his face, the colour of his eyes.
"I am not worthy enough of such action."
A deep hue of vivid emerald.
"Have I ever told you that you have pretty eyes?" instead of giving him a proper answer, you leaned closer to get a better sight of his face.
"Tt."
It was the soft furrow between his sharp brows again and the way he almost stammered out his next words, exposing his most vulnerable side — too overwhelmed by the proximity.
But he didn't care to move away, letting you stare deeper into his eyes while his mind was a mess and his heartbeat a whirlwind. Fingers tapping lightly against the desk so he could focus on something that wasn't you.
Reminds him of the day when he started to orbit around you.
"You did..." he swallowed down the hesitation, averting his gaze, "the day we were friends."
"Really? I don't remember." you laughed.
A melody in his ears that wasn't his heart.
"Do you even recall how we befriended each other?" he met your curious eyes again.
"Of course I do." you whispered, tilting the head slightly to the side as another smile adorned your lips.
He hummed and watched, drawn in by the sight of you before leaning in—to let his lips meet yours.
THUD !
"Ack—!" you whined out and rubbed your forehead.
"Fool—" he isn't sure if he was calling you a fool or himself while holding onto his forehead.
"What!? I don't know what you were trying to do! You leaned in so I leaned in my forehead as well, I thought you were trying to check my temperature!" you cried out and backed away again, your warmth and scent pulling back.
Damian felt his eye twitching the moment he listened to your explanation, his racing heart calming down through your stupidity — a little embarrassed that he got to such an idea.
Was he really about to kiss you?
Then he snapped out of his mind when the room filled itself with your laughter. He watched. Your shoulders were trembling, chest heaving up and down, lips curling into a smile.
"Y-You're so—!" the laughing never came to a stop.
Damian could only gaze at you ever so softly, feeling his own shoulders slumping down. The sight of you so sweet, making him more and more infatuated. He took it in, took in everything he could.
Are you even aware how your whole captivated him?
"Sorry...!" you breathed out to stifle your fit of giggles and wiped the crocodile tears away, "I didn't mean to laugh so hard."
"It's alright." he murmured, not being able to look away from you.
"Anyways..." you trailed off while scratching your cheek, now a little embarrassed, "I know i'm not big on seriously playing wise or anything. But I just wanted to tell you that you are my friend—and the only one, I truly value. Please don't lower your worth and know I would put you over them any time."
Surprisingly, you seemed adorable when you were embarrassed by your own words — when you told him so awfully honest about your thoughts.
"So don't think I wouldn't drop those hoes for you! Next time I want you to say something else rather than 'you're not obligated to leave them for me' or whatever!" you puffed out, "and I hope you would do the same for me of course. Because I'm a great friend. And your bestest."
He could feel the corner of his mouth twitching upwards as he quirked a brow at your demand. "You are admirable." he murmured and reached out for your hand, grasping your fingers gently.
"I would never dream of replacing you or putting someone else over you." his lips smothering your knuckles with soft kisses, "never in this lifetime."
"What about the next life?"
Damian lifted his gaze from your hand, breath fanning against your skin.
"You already know the answer, Noori." it's said so carefully, so gently — it makes your heart bleed.
"What does that mean?" you questioned eagerly, ignoring the silent warmth that has rushed into your ears.
Yet, he chose to not answer. He backed away again to glance at you again, hand still tangled with your fingers, lips curling into a rare smile. Something so beautiful in your eyes, that it caught your breath.
A smile so vibrant, a smile he learnt through you, a smile that reflected yours.
For the person that reminded him of the sun, the person he decided to orbit around for his rest of his life.
"As long as I draw breath, I will never leave you."
While it sounded like a ghost of a promise spoken to you in your ears, it was a vow for him. A vow to stay utmost loyal to you, to be completely devoted to you.
author’s note — so first off I’m so sorry if damian seems so ooc I just got into dc LOL , any tips or feedback is very appreciated btw and I look forward on how to improve my writing !! also I don’t remember the last time I wrote a oneshot exceeding my 2k wc area so applause to me ig cuz this is definitely a first ⸝⸝
summary: with the stress of exams, reader snaps under the pressure at their boyfriend and now has to find him and apologize
word count: 2.4k
warnings/tags: sfw, established relationship, mention of weapon (once), hurt/comfort, use of pet names, no y/n, mention of reader failing to take care of themself, cursing
With exams being this week and how you do on them could be the difference between passing or failing, the library has become not even a second home, but a first. You’ve ate, slept, and cried in this place more this past week than you have your apartment. After awkwardly waiting for the students who overstayed their time for the study room you booked to leave, you’ve been in the flow going back and forth between paper notes, the whiteboard, your laptop, and taking a five minute break to stare at the wall every hour. No matter how much you go over your material, you cant help but feel like you’re gonna fail the exam.
Staring at your laptop till the words blur together trying to figure out how to do what your professor claimed “a simple question,” a quiet buzzing pulls you out of your haze. You blink a few times, before glancing at your phone and see Jasons familiar contact crossing your screen, pulling a small smile to your face. Grabbing your phone and clicking accept, you bring it to your ear.
“Hi, baby,” you say, not realizing how strained your voice sounds from not using it. “What’s up?”
“Thought you were gonna be home at 9:00?”
Your brows furrow, “…I am?” You bring your hand to cover your forehead, which you’re now realizing how bad the pain behind your skull is getting.
“Do you realize it’s 9:45?” He asks, his voice laced with the faint concern that he reserves for few people.
You immediately turn your head to your clock and sure enough, you watch the 45 change to a 46. Shit. Somehow that alone makes your headache start to pulse. “No, I didn’t realize that actually.” I sigh quietly. “I still gotta finish this up though, I don’t feel confident on the material.”
“If you don’t know it now you won’t know it in the next hour. You’ve been there since noon. You need sleep and real food, which I know you haven’t had either.”
“I gotta try Jay, if I don’t and I fail, then I’ll know there was something else I could’ve done—“
He cuts you off, “I know you wanna keep going, but you’ve been working for the past week and barely taking care of yourself. Just—just come home,” He pauses, “Please.”
“I can’t. I don’t know this stuff and my test is at eight in the morning, so I cant study before and I need to keep going.”
“Baby—“
This time you cut him off not even realizing your voice has pulled a harsher tone you almost never use, “No Jason. Don’t act like you understand what this is like. You don’t understand this feeling and you never will, so just stop.” You’re in such a haze, you don’t realize how harsh your words are until the beeping of the ended call breaks the silence.
“Fuck,” You cover your face with your hands and take a breath, “Fuck, why did you say that?” You don’t even think as you start packing everything back into your bag, guilt pushing you through the actions. Jason and you never fight. Even through your frustrations, it’s easy to bridge the gap because he’s scared to snap at you and lose you and you’re scared to say something that hurts him—but you just did.
You try to call him again, but it goes to voicemail, so you try your hopes with that. “I'm sorry, Jay. I—I’m stressed and didn’t realize what I was saying I just—please just call me back.” Deep down you know he won’t listen to it, but you still gave it a shot.
With a newfound motivation you didn’t have while studying, and two peach Alani’s running in your body, you get into the car and drive home as fast as you can. It doesn’t take long before you’re hauling your backpack with you to your shared apartment with Jason. You know he doesn’t have patrol right now because he intentionally switched shifts with Dick so he could stay with you tonight. You didn’t even ask him, he just did it because he knew you’d be anxious and you always slept better when he was in bed with you. As you walk through the apartment though, you quickly realize he’s not there.
You swing open the closet, expecting to see the familiar gear, but it’s gone. The realization is like a punch to the gut. I upset him so much, he’d rather fight crime instead of be with me.
What if I ruined everything?
Am I supposed to just wait till he comes back?
What if he doesn’t come back?
No. Don’t go down that rabbit hole. You can fix this, you just have to find him first. You walk back to the kitchen where you threw your phone on the counter and go through your contacts till you find who you were looking for, putting your phone on speaker as you put on your coat.
“Hello?” Barbara’s familiar voice cuts through the static.
“Hey, Babs. I have a favor I need to ask,” you say feeling very thankful for the fact Wayne family dinners include non-family members and you got to connect with everyone—including the one and only Barbara Gordon.
“Like civilian help, or ‘I just killed someone and need to hide the body help’?
Silence crosses the phone for a second until you speak again, “Just wanted to know if you could track Jay’s suit, but thats mildly concerning thats your first assumption about me calling.”
“You’re dating into the Wayne family. It’s not a concerning assumption.” She says bluntly before quickly changing the subject, “Anyways, Jason isn’t on patrol, he switched with Dick.”
“No, I know, but I think he went back onto patrol. Could you check just incase? Please?”
You hear faint typing on the other end as you step outside, locking the door. “Uh, yeah okay he is on patrol. He’s currently in Crime Alley.”
Just my fucking luck. You have to try though, because you won’t let this anger fester between you and him. “Okay thanks Babs, I owe you one.” You say as you start the direction to crime alley with just your phone on you. You think maybe you should’ve grabbed your pepper spray, but you’re on a mission and can’t get distracted. You’ll deal with Jasons lecture about that later.
Babs calls your name through the phone just as you’re about to hang up, making you pause. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna go to crime alley.”
“…Im not gonna go to Crime Alley.” You mutter into the phone, but you roll your eyes at how obvious the lie sounds.
“Im serious. Its not saf—“
“Gotta go Babs, bad connection,” You make a fake static noise, “Bye!” Pressing the end call button quickly because you cant be talked out of this. You have a relationship to fix.
The walk there is cold and quiet considering it’s now 10:30 at night and prime time for crime in Gotham. You shove your hands in your pockets to protect them from the harsh winds before remembering all the times Jason would reprimand you on not doing that when you’re walking alone because it can make you a more susceptible target. You keep scanning the rooftops waiting to see the familiar red, but still nothing.
Maybe he moved and went to another area to patrol? Or maybe Barbara told him you were coming and he left so he wouldn’t have to see you? No. Jason wouldn’t do that to you. He loves you even if you snapped at him. You keep walking around the area for 10 minutes and with every breath you watch rise into the night air, you lose more and more hope you’re gonna find him.
Just as you’re about to make the loop to leave and go back home dejected and filled with guilt, a hand wraps around your bicep pulling you into a darkened alleyway, hidden from possible onlookers. Your brain stalls for a second as you try to process the reality of what’s happening: you’re gonna get robbed, except the only thing you have on you is your phone and the two nickels in your jacket pocket you’ve been fidgeting with on the walk here. Your back is pressed into the alley wall, and before you get the chance to try the minimal self defense Jason taught you, his mask comes into view.
“What on earth are you doing here? Do you even have any weapon on you? You’re lucky Babs warned me you were coming or you would’ve gotten yourself killed.” You can’t see his face, but his tone eludes to his anger—whether from the phone call or you coming here, you’re not sure yet.
“You weren’t home.” His grip on your arm isn’t harsh, never with you, but it’s firm enough to keep you from moving from the wall.
“So what? You walk into the most dangerous part of Gotham to check on me?” He gives you a once over looking from you face to your shoes of choice for this walk. “And did so completely defenseless.”
“Im not defenseless—“ you start, but quickly stop when he tilts his head and cuts you off.
“You barely have the proper coat on, so don’t even start.”
You huff quietly and drop your head to stare at your shoes, but decide not to push. You’re here to apologize not make things worse between y’all. Neither of you say anything because now that you’re here, everything you practiced to say leaves your head and now you drowning in shame. “You weren’t answering my calls.” You whisper before finally looking back up at him. You wish you could see his face—the familiar furrow of his brow or the scar on his cheek. Anything to know what he’s feeling right now. But he’s keeping his mask on.
“I was busy.” His voice is low, almost like it’s painful to talk.
“You weren’t supposed to be though. You were supposed to be home and you weren’t and I wanted to talk to you—apologize to you but I couldn’t because you left.”
“Thought you’d be studying all night. Didn’t want interrupt what I don’t understand.” He throws your words right back in your face, but he might as well taken his knife and shoved it into your side.
You lift your hand slowly, like you’re reaching for a skittish animal, for where you’ve learned the mechanic is to take off his helmet. When he doesn’t pull away, you carefully click the button so you can see his face. He’s staring down at you with a small frown on his lips that you wish to kiss away. His eyes shine with agony and you want to worship him till he forgets the concept of pain. “I’m sorry,” You whisper as you cover the jagged J scar on his cheek with your palm. “I’m so unbelievably sorry Jay.”
He doesn’t say anything, but instead grabs your wrist gently. You worry he’s gonna push it away, but he holds on and presses your hand closer, so you continue. “I—I was just so stressed and scared. I’m so scared of failing, but it was wrong to say you wouldn’t understand when you’re the person who understands best. You choose to protect the city—the people—and I know you’re scared to fail—To fail the city, the people, …your family.” You bring your other hand to run through his curls and watch as his eyes fall shut in this moment of whispered apologies. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you or taken my anger out on you Jay. I’m sorry.”
He drops his forehead against yours and pulls you flush against him. “You, too.” He whispers against your lips, so closely you feel his breath fan across your face.
“What?”
“I’m scared of failing you, too.”
“Jay…”
“I don’t want to just sit there and watch while you run yourself dry for a stupid exam you’re gonna pass if I can do something about it. I just can’t let it happen, I cant.” He pulls back to look at you, but it feels as if he staring into your soul.
You nod carefully, “I’m sorry.” You mutter again and bite your lip with the unconscious intent of picking at the chapped skin, but he quickly runs his thumb across your bottom lip and the pulls it back from your teeth to stop your habit.
“Stop apologizing. Just don’t snap at me like that again when I’m only looking out for you.”
“But I am sor—“
He mutters your name, stopping your repeated apology. “I know you are. Just promise me you won’t.”
Your eyes fill with tears but you blink rapidly trying to get them to disappear, because you shouldn’t be the one upset right now, he should. However, you can’t stop the singular hot tear that slips down your cheek because how did you have get so lucky to have someone who truly cares about you and understands that you truly didn’t mean what you said in the heat of the moment. “Pinky promise,” you whisper not fully trusting your voice to stay steady. You lift your pinky for him to take, something you’ve slowly acclimated him to over the course of the relationship. His gloved finger links with yours and you kiss your thumb, him following suit, and then press them together to lock it.
He leans down and kisses away the tear that lingers on your cheek before gently kissing your lips. You immediately turn into putty in his hold not even realizing how tense you were from the idea he wasn’t going to want to hear you out. You wrap both your arms around his neck, and shove every lingering apology into the kiss, hoping he understands how deeply sorry you are. He almost reluctantly pulls away, and murmurs quietly against your lips, “And don’t walk around at night defenseless again, baby.”
You laugh before pulling him impossibly closer, now trying to steal some of his warmth. “I’m never defenseless because I know you’ll always be there to save me,” you whisper before kissing the corner of his mouth gently, “Now let’s go get some Bat Burger and go home.”
A/N: my first fic ever so im sorry it's bad. i really only wrote it to get it off my mind, and figure id put it out there because why not? :) and yes the inspiration did come from the fact i have exams and im insanely nervous
summary: when reader has spent a little too much time at the library, dick comes to be her savior and make sure she's okay
word count: 1.5k
warnings/tags: sfw, no y/n, established relationship, reader neglects herself, fem!reader, use of pet names, fluff, comfort
You're starting to think the fluorescent lights and the too bright screen of your laptop is finally getting to you. After sitting in the same chair staring at the same subject since eight in the morning, you’ve finally overloaded your brain. You check the clock on your laptop; it's now 8:45 at night.
You’d done everything to keep yourself from getting distracted: bringing noise canceling headphones (which died an hour ago), drove to the library to be in a study space, and even turned your phone off completely. That included sending Dick a warning text that you are in fact alive, but you're not gonna be able to respond to any calls or texts. You can’t imagine he was thrilled about that considering how protective he is over you, but you needed to focus 110 percent.
You’d met Dick when your friends claimed you always chose reading in bed over going out with them, so you were forced to a party that night. He had stumbled upon you trying to find a reprieve from the party after you'd had a beer spilled on you, your friends left to dance with some guys, and a dead phone meaning you couldn't call an Uber. He didn't even know you, but he chose to ignore his friends to make your night better.
He gave you his hoodie to change out of the alcohol-ridden shirt, found a charger for your phone, and even danced with you in an empty room he found just so your night wasn't a complete disaster. Ever since that night, he sought you out, because he found himself able to confide in you in a way he couldn't with anyone else; sometimes even himself. He made it his mission to become your second half, which he quickly succeeded in, even though you two couldn't be more different.
He was the golden boy of Gotham U and always had to play that part, but with you, he didn't keep that facade up. He was finally just Dick. You never cared about his name or his wealth or even his looks, you saw him for who he was in his soul. Maybe that's why he started to look for you in quiet spaces.
You blink a few times as the laptop screen goes in and out of focus. Maybe you should start to listen to Dick when he reprimands you for not drinking enough water. You sigh, setting your forehead on the table and close your eyes trying to ignore the throbbing pain behind your skull that's been growing every hour. Maybe a small nap would help? Just five minutes of break then you'll be good to keep going.
A familiar voice pulls you from your thoughts of napping. “Hey, little bookworm!”
The nickname alone tells you exactly who it is without needing to glance up, but you still find yourself lifting your head. Just as you’d thought, the voice belongs to none other than Wally West. One of Dick’s closest friends and in turn someone you've had to interact with often. “Hi, Walls.” You mumble, pushing your hair behind your ears.
“I mean this with love, but you look terrible.” he looks at you then turns your laptop toward him, “How long have you been here?”
“Like, twelve-ish hours?”
“Twelve hours?” He stares at you dumbfounded, “Are you insane?”
“No, I’m not insane, I just care about my academics.”
“Riiiight. And does Dick know you've been here for that long?”
You grab your pen to click it open and closed. “I texted him that I was turning my phone off a while ago.”
He narrows his eyes, “You didn't mention where you were, did you?”
You keep your gaze focused solely your new favorite fidget as you unclick it again, “It may have been… accidentally left out.”
“You know how he feels when you overwork yourself.”
“Yeah, well I want to pass my exams.” You counter, “Look Wally, I really have to focus on my work.”
“You need to go home.”
“I’ll go when I feel prepared.”
He sighs, hopefully with the intent to leave me alone, “Okay, I can’t force you to leave.” He lifts his hands in a surrendering motion, “Just take a break, ‘kay?
You nod absentmindedly because you have no intention of taking a break. He ruffles your hair just enough to the point you have to run your fingers through it to fix it, before he leaves.
Another thirty minutes have gone by and you still don't feel prepared enough. What if the exam covers something different? What if you don’t understand the smallest details? What if–
You're pulled out of your head when a bag and drink gets placed on the desk in front of you, then familiar arms wrapping around you from behind. “I thought we agreed on no more overworking yourself.” Dick’s breath tickles your ear from how close he is.
“I’m not overworking.” You rest your head back against his chest, and the familiar action makes you want to cuddle against his warmth and fall asleep on him.
He leans down pressing gentle kisses down the open of your neck. “Mmm, that's not what Wally told me,” he mumbles, “and you feel oddly tense for someone who’s totally relaxed.”
Of course he told Dick. “Well, Wally’s a snitch.” You pull away from him slightly as heat rushes to your cheeks, “And we're in a library, so maybe cool it on the kissing.” You can’t help but still get embarrassed when Dick shows you affection like this in public. You’ve always done your best to draw the least attention, which is his specialty.
He plants you one last kiss on your temple while smiling, before stepping away and pulling the empty chair at the table so its armrest is touching yours and sitting down. “I brought you food.” He gestures to the bag and drinks he placed on the tables a minute ago.
“I'm not hungry.” Maybe saying it out loud will convince your body of that very obvious lie too, but as if on cue your stomach grumbles loud enough for him to hear.
He gives you that signature smile of his that makes you want to both kiss him breathless and ignore him for being so perfect. “Right, no of course.” His voice is full of sarcasm while he pushes your notes aside to make room for you to eat.
You begrudgingly take the bag and find inside you favorite homemade dish. “You made this for me?” You whisper quietly.
“With my own two hands.”
You turn in your seat before wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his neck. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, baby.” You close your eyes as he carefully runs his fingers through your scalp in the way he knows you love. “Eat your food, finish whatever chapter you're on, and then I’m taking you home where I can make sure you don't run yourself dry anymore.”
The next thirty minutes you eat the food he cooked for you while simultaneously going over your notes. He keeps his arm resting on the back of your chair with his fingers brushing your shoulder as a reminder to eat whenever you haven't taken a bite of the food in a while.
Once you take the last bite of food, he's deemed you done studying for the night and takes the notes from your hand and starts putting them away in your backpack. You don't even protest anymore since you're practically falling asleep sitting up right in the chair. When everything is put away, he swings the strap of your bag over his shoulder, takes your hand to help you up, and walks you both out of the library.
“You really didn’t have to do all this for me.” You say as you get to the parking lot and he grabs your keys from the bag since you definitely can't drive in this state.
“And you really need to understand I’m always gonna do this for you.” He opens the passenger door to let you in then rounds the car and takes the driver seat. “Besides, if you died from starvation in the library, who would be there to kiss me better after patrols?”
“I’m sure you'd have plenty of volunteers.” You laugh quietly.
“Yeah, but none would compare to you.”
“Sap.” You smile sleepily while staring out the window.
“Only for you.”
Your eyes flutter shut and you fall asleep before he even puts the car into drive.
The sound of a blaring alarm pulls you from your dream. You look around your room mildly confused as you fumble with the off button. When did you get here? You glance over at your night stand and see your phone plugged in, a glass of water filled, and a post it note next to it.
I had patrol early this morning and couldn't stay. I set your alarm for an hour before your exam giving you time to get ready and drive to campus. Good luck on your exam. I love you. -DG
A/N: im unsure how i feel about this one. I think i might be better at writing jason than dick, but please let me know!!
Summary: you accidently called Nightwing a "good boy". In your defense, you're used to working with dogs..not people!
“C’mon,” you sigh, crouched halfway under the Batmobile while Dick attempts to hand you a wrench that is very obviously the wrong size. “Not that one. The— yeah, there you go. Good boy.”
Silence.
You slide out from beneath the car slowly, confused as to why Dick stopped talking.
Nightwing is frozen.
One knee bent where he’d been crouching, blue eyes blown wide behind the domino mask, wrench still dangling from his fingers like his brain has temporarily disconnected from his motor functions.
Bruce asks, “What exploded?” knowing that the only time his kids were quiet was if someone fucked up.
Dick clears his throat.
Then immediately chokes on absolutely nothing.
“You okay there?” you ask carefully.
“Fantastic,” he says instantly, voice cracking straight through the middle of the word.
Oh no.
Oh no.
Jason, seated nearby cleaning one of his guns, looks up with the slow delight of a man witnessing the beginning of a natural disaster.
“…Did she just call you a good boy?”
Dick points at him violently. “Don’t.”
“OH my God,” Jason breathes, eyes shining. “OH, this is bad.”
“It was a joke,” you say quickly.
Dick nods too fast. “Totally. Obviously. Completely normal joke. Happens all the time.”
“Right,” you agree.
“Totally unaffected.”
“Clearly.”
Dick stands up so abruptly he slams his head directly into the underside of the Batmobile. CLANG.
There’s a beat.
“…Fantastic recovery,” Jason starts.
Dick, still folded in half from the impact, gives a weak thumbs up.
The problem should’ve ended there, and it would've given any normal circumstance. But you work with vigilantes, so your normal is pretty different from most people's.
Nightwing proceeds to lose every remaining shred of composure over the next three weeks.
Not in obvious ways, but Dick Grayson’s problem is that he’s trying very hard to act normal. Which makes him one thousand times worse.
Because suddenly he’s everywhere.
You mention being hungry once? Dick appears holding your favorite takeout sheepishly. You casually say your phone’s about to die? Charger lands in your lap before you finish the sentence. You offhandedly mention liking a sweater in a store window? Three days later it mysteriously appears folded on your bed in Titans Tower with no note except a sticky tab reading:
'saw this :) '
Which would already be suspicious enough. Except every single act of service is followed by this unbearable look on his face. It's that wide-eyed look of hope.
Like he’s waiting for something.
You don’t understand it until the fourth week.
It’s movie night at the Tower. Everyone’s there.
Garfield is upside down on the couch, and Kory is attempting to explain why alien horror films are scientifically inaccurate and this is not how her people act. Tim is asleep sitting upright somehow. Jason’s eating cereal directly from the box with a serving spoon.
Dick walks in carrying snacks for everyone.
“You remembered the chocolate-covered pretzels?” you ask.
Dick brightens instantly. “Yeah.”
You grin. “Aw. Good boy.”
Dick stops moving entirely.
The bowl of popcorn slips from his hands.
Jason drops dead onto the floor laughing before the popcorn even hits the ground.
“Oh my GOD,” he wheezes. “HE LIKES IT.”
“I do not—”
“You practically wagged your tail!”
“I DID NOT WAG ANYTHING.”
Kory tilts her head thoughtfully. “Actually, your posture did become notably more eager.”
Dick looks like he wants the earth to open beneath him.
Garfield is crying laughing into a throw pillow.
Tim wakes up just long enough to mumble, “Knew it,” before immediately falling back asleep.
And you stare at Dick, who is now aggressively avoiding eye contact while turning the color of a fire hydrant. He is suddenly very interested in cleaning up popcorn one kernel at a time, as he mutters, “It’s not my fault,” under his breath like a man on trial.
Oh.
Oh, this is hilarious.
“You know,” you say slowly, “this explains a lot.”
Dick points a popcorn kernel at you accusingly. “You explain a lot.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It made sense in my head.”
Jason is still dying on the carpet. “He’s so pathetic. This is the best day of my life.”
“Jason,” Dick snaps.
“No, no, keep going,” Jason says delightedly. “Maybe he’ll do a trick. Wanna fetch, good boy?”
Dick throws popcorn at his head.
Jason throws it back.
Garfield joins in.
Within thirty seconds, a full-scale food fight erupts across Titans Tower.
Kory starts launching popcorn, and Tim wakes up again solely to throw an M&M directly at Jason’s forehead before passing out for a second time. Someone knocks over an entire soda.
In the middle of the chaos, Dick grabs your wrist and pulls you backward out of the war zone.
“Come on,” he says, laughing despite himself.
You stumble after him into the hallway, both of you breathless.
The noise from the living room muffles behind the closing door, and suddenly it’s quieter.
Dick’s still holding your wrist ridiculously tight.
You look up at him, amused. “You know they’re never letting you live this down.”
“I know,” he groans.
“You’re kind of making it worse.”
“I know.”
“You literally dropped the popcorn.”
“In my defense,” he says solemnly, “you treated me like a dog!”
You laugh. Dick looks at you for a second too long. Then a fond expression sneaks onto his face before he can stop it. And there it is again, that look of hope.
Like he’s waiting.
You raise an eyebrow.
Dick immediately looks away. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“You know what.”
You absolutely do.
Which is why you grin and lean slightly closer.
“Good boy.”
Dick Grayson actually, physically malfunctions.
His head drops against the wall with a quiet thud.
“Oh, you are NEVER surviving this,” you inform him cheerfully.
From the other room, Jason’s voice echoes
“DID HE SHORT-CIRCUIT AGAIN? CYBORG! ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE THE HUMANOID?”
Characters: Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne.
Synopsis: They are having a heated argument.
DICK GRAYSON
When his parents died, he grieved for a while, but eventually, he just... kept going. No regrets, no looking back.
He always managed to move on from bad things.
Or at least, that’s what he told himself while stuffing the candy you’d bought together onto the highest shelves — shoved all the way to the back where you wouldn’t notice them, even if you tried to reach.
That way, you’d have no choice but to talk to him.
He’d already lost count of how long you’d been ignoring him. The only thing he knew for sure was that he couldn’t stand sleeping alone.
Not again.
After the fight, he’d said maybe the two of you should take a breather. Cool off before things got worse.
So when he came back later, apology already rehearsed in his head, breakfast tray balanced carefully in his hands, he walked into the bedroom almost excited.
What Dick hadn’t expected was for you to take his words that seriously.
When he said take a breather, he meant maybe thirty minutes. An hour, tops. Just enough time to calm down before saying something unforgivable.
Not... whatever this was.
Not you refusing to talk to him altogether. Not sleeping on opposite sides of the bed. Not acting like the two of you were suddenly strangers trying to rethink your entire relationship.
The breakfast went untouched.
So did the small pout on his face.
You didn’t even let him sit beside you when he tried to talk.
He ended up sleeping on the couch.
The next day was fucking miserable. His mood was awful, and everyone in the manor could feel it hanging in the air.
Grayson didn’t act like this. Even with his half-assed “I’m fine,” it was obvious he was anything but.
And when he finally got back to the apartment that night, exhausted and emotionally wrung out, he went straight for the bed, practically collapsing on top of you like he needed the contact to survive.
You pushed at him weakly, nowhere near as firmly as you had the past few days.
He let out this quiet, bitter little laugh but still refused to let go.
“Baby, stop,” he mumbled softly.
Even when you tried to shove him off again, he just held you tighter, burying his face against your neck like he was starving for you.
“Please,” he whispered, completely drained.
JASON TODD
Jason could be such a fucking asshole sometimes — selfish, cold, always running his mouth before thinking twice. It was easier for him to let people hate him than let them get close enough to actually understand him.
Not that he acted that way around kids or women. Around them, he kept himself restrained. Distant. But the second he felt cornered — exposed in any way — those sharp looks and cruel words came out like second nature.
A defense mechanism. The only one he’d ever really had.
You knew that.
You knew about his mother leaving him behind like he was nothing. Knew how, for one brief moment, Bruce Wayne had made him feel wanted — safe — only for Jason to end up feeling abandoned all over again.
Trust didn’t come easy to him. Neither did vulnerability. Loving you probably scared the hell out of him.
So instead of fighting back, you swallowed the hurt along with your pride. You waved your hand dismissively, avoiding his eyes as you muttered a quiet, “Forget it,” before turning around and walking away.
And somehow, that felt worse.
Jason swallowed thickly as he watched you leave.
You didn’t yell at him.
Didn’t demand an apology.
Didn’t ask him to take back a single thing he’d said.
You just… left.
Like you were tired.
After everything he’d thrown at you, all you wanted was for him to forget it.
But he couldn’t.
Because after that, something changed.
You still talked to him. Still answered when he spoke. But there was distance in you now — something careful, almost detached — and Jason noticed every second of it.
It made his chest ache.
And, if he was being honest, it scared him enough to make him paranoid.
TIM DRAKE
This time, the fight started over something stupid.
You’d turned off Tim’s alarm so he could finally rest on his day off. In your head, it was a small act of care — something gentle.
Tim didn’t see it that way.
He had deadlines, reports, a million things waiting for him, and when he woke up hours later, disoriented and exhausted, the soft good morning kisses you pressed against his face quickly turned into frustration.
“No, because this isn’t about whether I should rest or not,” he snapped, shoving himself out of bed. “It’s about the fact that you don’t get to interfere with my work. You don’t get to decide when I stop.”
You frowned, trying not to react to the sharpness in his voice. “Tim, you hadn’t slept in two days.”
“Yeah? And just because you don’t have the same responsibilities I do doesn’t mean you get to make choices for me.”
The words hit harder than he intended.
Your expression changed immediately. Hurt. Shocked.
“Tim.”
But he was already too angry, too exhausted, too worked up to stop himself.
“Mind your own business, and I’ll mind mine.”
And after that, neither of you were exactly kind to each other.
The argument ended with Tim slamming the front door hard enough to shake the walls.
The second he got into the car, regret settled heavy in his chest.
Because Tim overthought everything.
Every failed relationship. Every mistake. Every moment where he’d been too distant, too busy, too emotionally unavailable. The thought looped endlessly in his head until he felt sick with it.
You’re ruining this too.
You’re going to lose them too.
By the time he sat down in front of his computer, he couldn’t focus on a single thing. His leg bounced anxiously under the desk while his mind tortured him with scenario after scenario of you getting tired of him. Leaving him. Finding someone softer. Easier to love.
Someone better.
The anger faded quickly, leaving behind only exhaustion and this horrible, crushing sadness.
So when he finally came home hours later, all that was left of his pride was exhaustion.
Quietly, almost nervously, Tim slipped into bed beside you.
He turned toward you carefully, watching your face in the dim light for a second with this small, hopeful look in his eyes. Like maybe if he stayed close enough, you’d roll over and pull him into your arms. Maybe you could both pretend the fight never happened until morning.
But you didn’t move.
You just turned your back to him.
And suddenly the room felt unbearably cold.
Tim bit down hard on his lip the second he felt tears gathering in his eyes, embarrassed by how fast they came. Still, he couldn’t stop them. They slid silently down his cheeks while he stared at your back, trying not to make a sound.
When you still didn’t turn around, the quiet sniffles eventually broke into shaky, uneven crying.
Because that was the moment it really hit him.
You weren’t going to comfort him this time.
Please.
Please kiss his swollen eyes and tell him you’re still here.
DAMIAN WAYNE
To everyone’s surprise, Damian Wayne was actually a good boyfriend.
It sounded absurd to anyone who only knew him from a distance. With the way he carried himself — sharp tongue, permanent scowl, an attitude that pushed people away before they could even try getting close — nobody expected him to be soft with someone he loved.
But he was.
Painfully so.
Damian era romántico de una forma que te pillaba desprevenida. Sentimental en silencio. Del tipo que recordaba detalles insignificantes que habías mencionado meses atrás
There was something unbearably delicate hidden beneath all that hostility.
And little by little, you had managed to reach it.
You peeled back every layer he tried so desperately to hide behind until you finally touched the vulnerable parts of him nobody else got to see.
At first, it felt like a victory.
Like warmth blooming inside your chest.
Being trusted by Damian Wayne felt sacred. Intimate. You thought you understood him now — the things he feared, the things he buried, the things he struggled to say out loud.
You were wrong.
Because somehow, Damian always found a way to shut you back out again.
One wrong moment, one careless outburst, and suddenly every wall you thought you’d broken down was standing taller than before.
You pressed your lips together tightly, forcing yourself not to say something impulsive.
The silence in his bedroom felt horrible.
Cold.
Suffocating.
“What’s wrong, Damian?”
He didn’t answer.
“Damian,” you tried again, irritation slipping into your voice this time.
The entire day had been fine. More than fine, actually. He’d left his classes early just to spend time with you. You’d gone out to eat together, watched a movie back at the manor, stayed curled up against each other for hours.
And then suddenly he changed.
Short answers.
Dismissive looks.
Ignoring you whenever you spoke.
The worst part was that he’d done it in front of your friends.
Having your boyfriend act cold and irritated toward you in front of your classmates was humiliating.
“I already told you. Nothing.”
“Then why are you talking to me like this?” you asked, frustration finally bubbling over. “If something upset you, how am I supposed to fix it if you won’t talk to me? We’re together, Damian. We’re supposed to work things out.”
He laughed quietly under his breath, but there was nothing amused about it.
“God, you’re irritating.”
You stared at him silently.
And there it was again.
That look.
Distant. Closed off. Like he’d shoved you outside the walls all over again.
“Do you genuinely believe something is wrong with me?” he asked mockingly. “I have far more important matters to deal with.”
Your chest tightened painfully.
“Fine.”
The second the word left your mouth, Damian hesitated.
Barely.
But you noticed it.
“What?” you asked flatly.
You grabbed your backpack from the floor and walked toward the door of his room.
Damian watched you the entire time without speaking.
Because what was he supposed to say?
That he hated how your friends interrupted the date the second things started feeling intimate? That it bothered him watching you laugh with them while he sat there feeling invisible? That he’d wanted your attention to himself for once?
It was supposed to be his time with you.
His moment.
The bedroom door shut softly behind you.
And suddenly the room felt unbearably empty.
Damian sat down at the edge of the bed slowly, his chest tightening with every passing second until it became difficult to breathe. His eyes burned.
You hadn’t even tried to stop him from pushing you away this time.
You just left.
Eventually, he collapsed face-first onto the mattress, burying himself beneath the blankets like hiding would somehow make the ache in his chest disappear.
He didn’t know how long he stayed there.
Minutes.
Maybe hours.
At some point, he grabbed his phone.
Your chat was still open.
Damian stared at your contact silently while his thumb hovered over the call button. His stomach twisted painfully with nerves.
Call them.
Don’t call them.
Call them.
Before he could think too hard about it, he pressed the button.
The ringing nearly made him sick.
Once.
Twice.
By the third ring, you answered.
“Hello?”
Damian froze.
Your voice was soft. Careful.
And suddenly, all at once, the anger drained out of him, leaving behind nothing but this awful ache in his chest.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Because right then, curled up alone in his bed with tears stinging his eyes, Damian could only think one thing:
Who was he without you?
BRUCE WAYNE
Why are you arguing with this man? Leave the old man alone; he has enough problems already.
• I admit it, I just wanted to write about Tim being a whiny crybaby. oc tim (?
Also, as you know, I don't speak English and it's translated thanks to technology :) I've had this in drafts for months ()
You grab Tim by his tie, dragging him behind you as your high heels click against the floor and god help him he’s into it.
“Wait-“
“I said follow me. You didn’t listen.”
And you’re still dragging him. Don’t help that man he’s exactly where he wants you to be. You shove him in an empty meeting room.
“You. You lied.” You back him to the wall.
“You let me handle them alone, you said you’d show up to the meeting, you did not.” You continue, a finger poking his chest accusingly. The tips of his ears go bright red.
“I wanted you to have your moment- it’s your project.” And he also wanted you at his throat but he won’t really say that.
“So you play me?”
“That’s not-“
You shush him with your index on his lips.
“Don’t cut me off, Drake.” He flushes further, letting out a little ‘mm’.
“I’m sorry.” He murmurs, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You try not to smile.
“What was that? Didn’t hear you.”
He drops to his knees, arms wrapped around your body, his chin on your stomach.
“I’m sorry. Won’t do it again. I love you, baby..” He murmurs, half lidded blue eyes staring up at you, so freaking desperate it has you biting your lip.
You grab his face, squishing his cheeks in the process, staring down at him before laughing, leaning down and kissing him despite the awkward angle.
He’s on cloud nine.
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inspired by a clip i saw of a kdrama where the fmc drags a guy by his tie,, i thought it was so tim heh..
