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FRIENDS AND AFFECTION
Damian Wayne x Constantine! Reader
A/N: Previous. Next. Reader and Damian's training session gets interrupted and reader finally meets the other half of the Supersons duo. This was supposed to be a shorter chapter but... wc: 1.6K. Full series
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You take deep, panting breaths, your hands rest on your shaking knees just to stay upright.
“Beloved?”
Damian's voice echoes out in one of the many training rooms in the Watchtower. You can only heave out,
“I need… a break.”
“…You did three laps.”
“It’s a big room!”
It’s not, that doesn’t stop your muscles from aching though. Damian sighs, passing you a water bottle which you eagerly drink up. After a minute, you notice he’s looking at you with his thinking face, you decide to ask,
“So are we done?”
Damian laughs. A genuine laugh. You’ve obviously heard it before and it’s becoming more common lately but it’s still a little surprising to hear. You’re so surprised by it, you don’t even register the scary implications of it until it’s too late.
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Your legs are kicked out from under you and you fall to the mat, the sound echoing out in the empty room. Damian insisted on training you in the Watchtower instead of the Batcave because it offers more privacy than his nosy family would offer. You were skeptical but quickly understood when you saw the downright ridiculous number of training rooms in this place.
You huff and prop yourself up on your elbows, rubbing where you fell on your ass.
“Not going easy on me, huh?”
Damian extends a hand to help you up. You reject it by laying down flat on the floor, taking the opportunity to rest. He huffs and crouches down next to you.
“You have to know how to fight, Beloved.”
“I really don't think I do, Love.”
He sighs, tired of having this conversation.
“Everyone knows a magic user's main weakness is how much they rely on their magic. You're all terrible at physical combat.”
“Clearly you've never seen Zatanna throw a right hook.”
His face stays serious, you sigh and raise your hands in defeat.
“Even if it wasn't life or death, which it is—” You can't help but roll your eyes from where you lay on the ground. “—you should still be keeping fit and healthy.”
“You calling me lazy?”
“Yes, and unhealthy.”
You laugh, difficult to argue with that. You reach out a hand and he helps you up. Still holding his hand, you ask the question that's been burning since he brought you here,
“How much of this is about Talia?”
He gives your hand a little squeeze, “She could have killed you.”
“But she didn't. I think I left a pretty good impression actually."
Looking at his scrunched eyebrows you can only imagine the disbelieving look in his eyes, covered by his domino mask. He pulls you closer with a gentle grip on your hand.
“You think I don't notice you putting wards on me?”
"How did you-"
"That's your way of keeping me safe. This is my way of keeping you safe."
You sigh, his intentions are good, you just wish he wouldn't worry so much. Deep down, you know that's hypocritical, you still worry about John sometimes and he's the literal John Constantine.
"That's a pretty good argument." You mumble out in defeat before leaning forward to softly kiss him. You feel his hand let go of yours to rest on your waist and your fingers card through his hair and up his arm. He knows it’s stupid to be doing this in the Watchtower, which surely has surveillance but he can't help ease into the kiss as well.
“You know what else is a real work out?”
You could barely get the comment out as you grin against his lips. While he's gotten more comfortable with affection, he hasn't gotten used to your lewd jokes, he’s starting to think he never will and he's sure that's just how you like it. You could at least pretend to not take so much pleasure in flustering him.
“Stop it.” He scoffs but doesn't pull away.
“Oh c’mon. Look at you, with the mask and the tank top and you expect me to behave? It’s like you don’t even know me.”
He clicks his tongue, letting you bring him down into another kiss.
*BAM!*
The door slamming open catches both of your attention, jumping away from each other as if you were doing something you weren't supposed to be doing.
“Damian! You're dating Miss Constantine!?”
Jon Kent is right in front of you before you can even blink and before Damian can roll his eyes. He grabs your hand to shake it, almost shaking your entire arm as he does.
“I saw your show in metropolis! It was so cool!”
Despite your surprise, you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face, you've been doing the Miss Constantine thing for a while now but you still haven't gotten used to people praising your showmanship quite yet.
“Wow, Superboy likes my show?”
He blushes and lets your hand go, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Well, hah, you say that like I'm some important guy or something, I mean-”
“Easy Kent.”
Damian stands next to you, arms crossed and brow furrowed, clearly not happy about your “training session” being cut short. Jon doesn’t seem to notice as he continues,
“Are you joining the League? I didn't even know you were a hero!”
“Oh no no no, I'm not a league member or even a hero really. I mean, I guess I do hero-like stuff sometimes, but it's not really like that. I guess maybe it's more like- ”
Damian interrupts your identity crises with a pointed scowl in Jon's direction.
“She's just here to train, Jon.”
Jon crosses his arms with a knowing smirk and you can see Damian's shoulders tense at such a look from his longtime friend.
“Riiight, training...So how long?”
“None of your-"
“About 5 months.”
Jon looks shocked at your answer and Damian's scowl turns towards you now.
“And you didn't tell your best friend?!”
You copy Jon's dramatic hurt expression with your own.
“You didn't tell your best friend about me?”
“You are both insufferable.”
Damian mumbles as he walks off to fetch his and your water bottles. Jon leans towards you conspiratorially.
“This explains all those drawings in his sketchbook, it's a lot less creepy now.”
Your grin only widens.
“What kind of-”
Damian shuts your question down completely, yelling from across the room.
“Don’t you have another dimension to save, Kent?"
“Not for now, no.”
The boy answers, genuine smile shining right past Damian’s gloom. It’s quite a funny contrast to witness and you stand back, looking between the two polar opposites. Damian continues to glare at his friend and you can imagine the plans he’s coming up with to get rid of the half-kryptonian so you two can have some blessed privacy again. You decide to ruin his plans, as you usually do.
“Jon, I’m trying to win an argument here.”
You venture, propping your elbow against Damian’s shoulder. Jon perks up in interest and he nods his head.
“Damian thinks Magic users, even extremely powerful magic users like myself, should have to learn physical combat. Do you think that’s necessary?”
Jon pauses, looking like he’s really thinking about it. He spots both your and Damian’s imploring looks and he becomes more unsure because it’s obvious that you both want the opposite response from him.
“Well, what if your magic stops working?”
Damian looks to you smugly, gesturing to Jon in a way that says, “See?”
“That's not how magic works! It can’t just run out or stop working.”
They share a look, neither of them convinced in the slightest. You sigh and step closer to Jon.
“Hit me.”
Jon blinks. Damian raises an eyebrow at him and shrugs his shoulders. You give Jon an encouraging nod. Jon fights against everything his parents ever taught him and he raises a fist to slowly bring it towards you. His poor excuse for a punch is blocked by a golden ripple and Jon’s eyes light up again.
“Woah, cool!”
You nod, smugly looking over at Damian who's just watching, arms still crossed. Jon ventures for a harder strike this time, throwing a punch with all the strength of a senior citizen.
“C’mon, actually try.”
Jon looks towards Damian, who just shrugs his shoulders, and he figures that’s good enough. He throws a punch that could be considered hard by human standards and the golden barrier catches it.
“It’s kinetic magic, which means that the harder you hit me the harder I can hit back.”
You let off a little blast from your barrier that equals the force of Jon’s punch. You try not to look too proud at just how amazed he is by the fairly simple magic.
Much to Damian’s dismay, you and Jon spent the next half-hour fooling around and wasting away the time that was supposed to be used for training. After a while of Jon hitting you and then you hitting him with equal amounts of magic, you both got bored and now you're trying to find the heaviest thing Jon can throw at you.
“Oh! Use your heat vision!”
“If you aim your heat vision at my girlfriend, I’ll kill you.”
“But she’s asking me to-”
Jon halts in mid air, almost dropping the rack of dumbbells he was about to throw at you.
“Woah, he said the word girlfriend?”
“I know, right?”
Damian rubs the bridge of his nose, a habit he picked up from his father.
“It’s just weird to hear him say it.”
“Oh, He’s a total romantic. You should hear him when he's sleepy. He's all, Beloved this and Beloved that.”
"Beloved?!"
You nod your head with a huge shit-eating grin and Jon snickers into his hand like a child. Damian marches towards the door.
“Are you two done? I’m going for lunch.”
You both quickly follow him out. You grin at Jon over Damian's shoulder and he grins back.
“Isn’t this great Dames? Your best buddy and girlfriend are besties!”
Damian's sorrowful grown elicits laughter from the two menaces on either side of him.
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