.You're My Weakness. D.W.
You and Damian have been dating for a while. He has a moment after you two move in together, leading to him leaving. But, you don't let that happen.
Includes: Arguing, not talking, making up.
Pairing: Damian Wayne x GN!Reader
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“Dami,” you say softly, setting your hand on his shoulder. “Please, don’t do this.” Damian shakes his head, shrugging your touch away. Your body tenses as you watch him, his eyes refusing to meet yours.
“You don’t get it,” Damian bites. “You will never understand. I can’t be close to anyone.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You exclaim, throwing your hands into the air. “I don’t understand because you won’t tell me!” You watch Damian intensely, your eyes follow as he storms to your kitchen. “Hello?!”
“Jesus Christ!” Damian snaps. “I can’t let anyone in. That’s a weakness; it’ll be used against me. You’re a weakness.” You let out a gasp, staring at him. His body tenses instantly as he takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”
“So, we’re breaking up because you can’t handle potentially having an imaginary enemy use it against you?” You let out a loud laugh of disbelief. “This is beyond ridiculous.” Damian shakes his head.
“I told you, you wouldn’t understand. You will never understand!” Damian exclaims. “I’m Robin, a superhero. I cannot risk putting you through that.” You turn to look at Damian, moving closer to him. “I need some space, I need to be alone.” Your eyes widen as you look at him.
“What? You’re leaving?” You ask, looking at Damian. “Where are you going?” Damian shakes his head with a shrug.
“I dunno, probably the manor,” he replies. “I’ll, I’ll text you.” Damian turns and walks out the door, leaving you standing there in disbelief.
A week or so passes with barely any communication from Damian. You’ve texted him a few times, and either you get left on read or a short response. You stare at your text thread, wondering if you should text him again. Before you can make the decision, Tim texts you.
Timothy Bits: Hey, I need you to come and take him back. I’m begging you.
Y/N: Huh? He’s the one who ran off. Why? What’s going on?
Timothy Bits: He’s barely speaking to anyone, and he’s spent every moment in the training room
Y/N: Oh. I’ll be there in 10
When you pull into the drive for the manor, Tim is standing outside on the porch, irritation riddled on his face. His arms crossed, his eyes narrowed.
“I’m here, I’m here,” You sigh, closing the car door behind you. “Where is he?” Tim huffs, pushing the door open.
“Training room,” he responds as he ushers you inside, closing the front door. “Go, make him go home.” You let out a snort as you walk towards the training room of the batcave, the sound of Damian hitting a punching bag echos through the room as you open the doors.
“Dami?” You say softly. Damian freezes the punching bag swinging in front of him. “Can we talk?” He turns to look at you, his face red as he breathes heavily.
“Yeah,” Damian responds, his chest heaving as he unwraps his hands.
“Please, don’t shut me out,” you plead. “I don’t want you to leave, I want to be with you. I know you can keep me safe and okay.” Damian shakes his head, avoiding your eyes.
“And what if something happens? What if Scarecrow or the Joker get their hands on you?” Damian asks, his voice raising slightly as his tosses his hand wraps to the side.
“Then I count on you, Bruce, Dick, Tim, Jason, Cass, Steph, or Duke to save me,” you say, moving closer to him. “There’s a billion heroes we know, someone would be there before something bad happened.” Damian’s body language softens slightly, letting you come closer.
“There are a million what ifs when you date a vigilante, but it’s my decision to make,” you exclaim, interrupting him. You stand in front of him, reaching up to cup his jaw gently. “I get to choose if all these what ifs are worth it to be with you, and they are.” Damian’s body softens, leaning into your hand as he looks down at you.
“Hayati,” he argues gently. “I-”
“No,” you respond sternly. “It is my choice, you can’t take it from me.” Damian’s shoulder slouch forward slightly, like a child being lectured.
“Okay,” Damian sighs. You smile up at hims, pulling his face down to yours. “I’m sorry, Qalbi.”
“It’s okay, my love,” you hums, kissing him softly. “I know, it’s hard to let yourself feel. But, I’m not going anywhere, no matter how much you want me to.” Damian scoffs playfully, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Mmm, still, I’ll work on it. I love you, Hayati,” he smiles, his voice and demenor now soft and gentle. “More than anything.”
“I love you too,” you respond, nuzzling your face into his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”
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