— Jason isn't going to let Damian lose the love of his life.
!!: long drabble (1.3k words. lol). fem!reader. No use of y/n. hurt/comfort. not proofread. reader has a cat. found this completely finished in my drafts. Idk why I didn't posted it before, but here it is, since I don't have time to write new things now.
Damian Wayne didn’t cry. At least not in front of people. No matter the situation, no one had or will ever see a single tear falling from his eyes.
No one had heard him either. No sob, or complain. Never.
Damian Wayne didn’t cry, except he did.
He did with you. Whenever you would hug him tightly enough for him to feel covered and protected. Whenever you let him rest next to you after a really hard day. Whenever he felt useless, a burden or a disappointment. You were his safe person, and he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to put his guard down.
And he cried because of you. He cried alone, in his room, when he made his final decision. He cried, with Titus on his lap, once you left the place. He cried remembering your sad eyes —wide with surprise, and holding back tears—while he talked. He remembered how your lip trembled while trying to form a smile, despite the sadness and the heartbreak that was suffocating you.
He cried, and no one listened.
“Are you dying in there, kid?”
It was not usual to have Jason around the manor. If he ever dared to step a foot in Bruce’s floor, it would only be the batcave’s. He wasn’t expected, nor neglected. If he wanted to appear he was going to be welcomed, because he was still part of the family.
Jason stopped hearing Damian’s sobs, that was when he knocked again.
“Look Damian, I don’t want to kick down the door. I heard you crying.” Jason’s voice turned harder, imposing.
Damian stayed still for a while. Tears had stopped coming down his face and his eyes had gone back to his usual sharpness, no trace of his previous sadness in them.
Damian got up and walked toward the door, but once he reached it, he stopped. His hand hovered over the doorknob, trembling slightly. Jason was on the other side. Jason had heard him crying.
It had to be Jason fucking Todd.
He had too many siblings, and it had to be Jason of them all, the one hearing him crying.
“What do you want Todd?” Damian’s voice was sharp.
He hadn't opened the door yet. He had unlocked it, but it was still closed. A barrier.
“I heard you fucking crying.” Jason’s words came covered with irony.
“Then I suggest you check your hearing, it might be deteriorating.”
“Don’t be a fucking coward and open the door.”
Damian took a deep breath and it was then when his right hand grabbed the doorknob and opened it fully, revealing Jason's board figure standing in front of the doorway.
“I wasn’t crying.” said Damian, looking at Jason dead in the eye.
“And I’m blonde. Try again.” A tiny smirk made an appearance in Jason’s lips after his comment. “What happened? Titus won’t catch the ball?”
“I suggest you check your stupid sense of humor, besides your hearing.”
Jason, who had been with his arms crossed, dropped them to his sides and balanced his weight to his other leg. Then, without saying a word, he checked both sides of the hallway before pushing Damian back inside of his room and walking in too, closing the door behind him.
“Now that we're safe from prying eyes and eavesdroppers, are you going to tell me why you were crying?” Jason’s voice turned softer, almost unrecognizable.
Damian wasn't the type to tell his problems to a family member, but he was absolutely certain that, if he had to choose, he'd go with Dick, or even Tim, but never Jason.
“I already told you, I wasn’t crying.” He insisted.
Jason clicked his tongue. “I’m not fucking dumb, I’m sure as hell the sobbing wasn’t Titus.”
Damian’s gaze remained defiant. Jason’s posture never wavered, standing tall and stubborn.
“If you are worried I will tell someone, then I can assure you I won’t.” Jason claimed.
“Yes. I was crying.” Damian muttered.
Jason was only trying to lighten the mood, but Damian’s silence told him the answer to his very stupid question.
“Did something happen between you two?”
“It is none of your concern, Todd.” Damian looked away for the first time, walking towards the window.
“Were you crying because of her?”
Yes. Yes, he was. He was crying because he had broken up with you. Despite loving you with his heart and soul, he had let go from the most beautiful part of his life, you.
And he had hurt you in the process.
But it was for the best. Because you couldn’t be safe with him. Not while he was Robin and you were just a civilian living in Gotham city and dating the son of a billionaire. You were an easy target, the perfect target. He just wanted to fix that.
“We broke up.” Damian said dryly. He didn’t want to talk to Jason about it, he didn’t want to talk to anyone about the break up.
Damian turned around instantly to look at Jason.
“I mean ‘no’.” Jason didn't move. He stood in the middle of Damian’s room, looking dead in the eye to the stubborn 17-year-old boy in front of him. “You can’t just break up with her.”
“I can. It’s my relationship, not yours. The decision is mine.”
“Why did you even break up with her?”
Damian swallowed. Suddenly, the reason he had, which made perfect sense before, sounded stupid to say out loud, to Jason.
“Bullshit.” Jason’s response came almost instantly, as soon as Damian had finished his sentence. “You can’t just break up with her, she’s the love of your life.”
“I’m seventeen. You really need to stop reading romance novels.”
“Damian, I’ve never sensed any positive feelings in you. I hardly believe you even have a heart.”
“But the only time I’ve seen you happy was with her, and your pets, but specifically her.”
Jason was right. You were his everything. You were the love of his life. Even if he thought Jason was stupid for saying such a phrase, even if he thought he was too young to even determine that. He loved you deeply, and maybe he had been wrong.
“Apologize to her. Tell her how stupid you had been.” Jason said.
“I would like to know which book that quote was from.”
“Go to her fucking house or I’m kidnapping her and bringing her here myself.”
Jason wouldn't do that, but with Red Hood, you never know.
It was nearly midnight when you heard a knock at your window. You had been crying the entire day in your room. Your eyes were dry and red. Your cat hadn’t left your side and was now curled in your chest, purring while you pet him.
You hesitated, not sure if opening the window was a wise decision. But still you did. Because part of you wished it was Damian. Because you hoped to see him again, to talk again and try.
Your cat jumped off the bed once you stood up. Once you were in front of the glass you didn't see anything. Not a person, nor a shadow. It wasn’t until you fully opened the window, and Gotham’s cold spring breeze made your body shiver, that you heard his voice.
And there, to your right, in your livingroom’s balcony, was Damian Wayne, suited up as Robin, waiting for you. To apologize, to fight back, to make amends for his mistake, to take you back, if you allowed him.
He was there for you, because he loved you, and you did too.
