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Gone
Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader
Summary: Damian was suddenly MIA for six months without telling you why….
Warnings: fluff, Damian isn’t Robin or Batman, hurt/comfort
Word count: 2.2K
You were over him— really, you were. When a guy suddenly just ghosts you and drops out of your life without a word you tend to get over them pretty fast and that was exactly what you were doing.
Or at least that’s what you told yourself.
The few dates you’d been on turned up disastrous not solely because the men were horrible (there weren’t great though. This is Gotham after all.) but also because none of them could quite own up to Damian Wayne. It wasn’t the money or the fame either. You would actually prefer he wasn’t so grossly famous or wealthy so he’s seem more… achievable to you.
It was the subtle charm that he brought with that brooding scowl. The way he was wordlessly careful with you, hanging onto every word and making gestures based off of things you’d only mentioned offhandedly. You missed the way that Damian cared for you and made you feel so seen.
Which is exactly why you needed to get over him faster.
It had been six whole months since Damian Wayne had dropped out of your life and you were still feeling the aftereffects of your short lived relationship. It was times like this when you really regretted dating someone as well known as he because you could hardly take a step outside your apartment in Gotham without anyone mentioning a member of the Wayne family.
——
It was a Friday night and you’d given up on trying to go on any dates in the near future. Right now you were ready to simply stay single and avoid any heartbreak. That was why you were curled up on your couch with your favorite novel in hand.
You jumped slightly when a knock on your door pulled you out of your book.
“That’s weird,” you thought. “I’m not expecting anyone.”
When you opened your door you found the last person you would’ve expected to be standing there.
A familiar vigilante suit that you’d seen all too many times in newspapers and on tv was being worn by…
“Damian?”
He had taking the domino mask and was now holding it limply at his side as his eyes flickered over your face. His mouth opened and shut once before he finally found his words.
“… you cut your hair.” Damian hesitated, but reached out and took a lock of hair in between his fingers.
You didn’t know what to say. “You’re a bat.”
That seemed to snap Damian out of whatever trance he was in at that point. He cleared his throat potently and straightened his posture in the manner he did whenever he was anxious. “May I come in?”
You opened the door wider but avoided eye contact as he walked inside, his gaze never once breaking away from you.
There was a long moment where nothing happened. You shut the door and leaned back against it as it closed and Damian stood watching you, waiting for you to say anything.
Sighing, you admitted defeat in the made up game of Who’s Talking First.
“What do you want, Damian?”
“I want to apologize.” Straight to the point as always. “And offer an explanation if you will allow it.”
“Damian-“ you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. “It’s… I mean… it’s been six months. So much can change in six months— I could have moved on, gotten a boyfriend. I could have moved out of Jersey. Just showing up in that.. costume doesn’t change anything except now I know all those scars didn’t come from extreme sports!”
“Did you?”
“Huh?” You weren’t sure what he was asking but Damian was staring at you like he was in a trance. He almost looked sad in the dim lighting.
“Did you move on? Is there someone else?”
You wrapped your arms around your midsection, suddenly feeling self conscious and a bit too exposed in the conversation.
“No, Damian,” you begrudgingly affirmed. “There’s nobody else.”
“Please, then, let me explain.”
The moment you have him the slightest nod, Damian made sure to regale you about every minute detail of how he became trapped off world because of what was supposed to be a one-night mission. You found yourself feeling bad for him more than anything because… wow. You were here eating ice cream in your flannel pajama pants while he was fighting tooth and nail to keep the Earth from being destroyed alongside the Justice League.
“…and I apologize for missing our lunch date.”
A burst of laughter escaped you at his final comment, resulting in a look from Damian that said he was more confused than ever.
“Belo-“ he caught his tongue before he could get the familiar pet name out. “Why are you laughing?”
“I almost forgot that you missed lunch that day.” You smiled wider. “For the first few days I was just scared for you— I didn’t think you’d just ghosted me until a few weeks in.”
“I would never-“
“I know, Damian.” You smiled softly and reached forward to cup his cheek tenderly. It was the first actual bit of contact that you’d had since he had left and Damian leaned into your touch hungrily and placed his hand over yours.
It only lasted a moment before Damian gently guided your hand away from him. “I don’t want you to believe this is the reason I came over. It’s perfectly understandable to be frustrated about my disappearance still.”
A kiss on the cheek silenced Damian and you noticed that his ears still twinged red at the contact. “Dami, I’m not happy that you disappeared but… I don’t think it’s reasonable to be mad at you. From the looks of it, that was out of your control.”
A smile deigned Damian’s lips. It wasn’t just a twitch of the lips or a soft smirk as was usual for Damian but a full smile. Your heart fluttered and you begun to lean in for a kiss but-
“Ugh, what’s that smell?”
Damian looked down on his tattered suit. “Sorry, I came directly here. The suit is a little beat up.”
“A little?” You eyed what you now recognized as dirt and blood stains all over alongside massive tears. “Let’s get you some new clothes… and maybe a first aid kit.”
“Oh, the blood isn’t mine.”
You didn’t know whether to be happy or not about that.
——
Either Damian filled out in his time away or the clothes that he left at your apartment before he left had shrunk because when he came out of the bathroom in that old Gotham Prep tee and pajama pants they seemed to tighten along his torso and arms in all the right places.
Wow, it’s going to be hard to have a mature conversation tonight.
“Do you want tea?” You needed something to do other than ogle your boyfriend. (Friend? Ex?)
Damian nodded and followed you into the kitchen. “Would you want to continue our relationship?”
Straight to the point as always.
You laughed nervously. “Would you?”
Perfect deflection.
“Yes.”
Never mind.
“I think…” You placed the kettle on the stove but didn’t turn around. “I think that your leaving hurt me a lot, Damian, and I don’t know if I want to risk going through that again.”
“It won’t.”
You turned around to face him but found him leaning against the island counter, staring dead at you. “You don’t know that. You didn’t know the day you left. If that happens again, I don’t know when you’ll come back.”
“Habibti.” He didn’t bother avoiding the nickname this time. “If I disappear again and I don’t come back, I am dead. I will fight to come back to you always. No matter the cost.”
The teapot had begun to squeal but you couldn’t pull your gaze away from Damian’s cutting gaze.
“I…” you had so much to say yet you found yourself speechless. “Yes.”
“Yes?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“Okay, now you’re just playing with me.” You turned around to take the kettle off the stove and when you looked back he was still staring at you with that deadpan expression. “Yes, Damian Wayne, I do want to try again. Happy?”
You could hardly process his approach before Damian took two large strides and closed the gap between you.
His lips were rougher than before but the kiss was slow and tender. You took your time because you now had time. After six long months you had him in your arms again.
Neither of you pulled away for a long while, just wanting to feel each other and savor the company but when you did, the tea water was beginning to cool.
“Oh, by the way a new season of your favorite show came out.”
The grin that was spread across Damian’s face widened. “Do you have work tomorrow?”
You shook your head no. “I’m assuming that means an all nighter?”
——
As you curled closer to him, the quiet hum of the TV filled the space between heartbeats. Six months of silence melted away beneath his touch, the ache replaced with something softer—steady, real. For the first time in a long while, you let yourself breathe, content to simply exist in that small apartment
don't mind the thorns
or, you've had a bad day, and your boyfriend ends up taking the brunt of it.
pairings: dick grayson x reader, jason todd x reader
warnings: none, fluff
dick grayson
"Oh my god, Dick, can you shut up for five minutes?"
While your boyfriend's chatter usually can't be deterred, the genuine frustration lacing your tone makes him pause. Dick's mouth snaps shut, and he looks over at you with that wounded baby bird look that he wears so well.
"Did I upset you?"
No, he didn't. Not really. A million small frustrations accumulated under your skin today—from dropping your coffee on your walk to work to your pocket getting caught on the same doorknob twice—taking you to the edge that your boyfriend's incessant talking had shoved you right over.
"It's not like that," you mumble.
"Then what's it like?" Dick nudges closer and twines his fingers with yours. It's just like him to poke and prod in gentle ways. It was stupid to think he wouldn't notice you're feeling off and even stupider to expect him to let it go once he did. "You okay?"
Thinking about Wally West who can’t seem to stop coming up with new nicknames to call you.
It starts even before you’re dating; sweet and innocent just a shortned or variation of your name. That’s just how Wally is he’s done it to every member of the team. However it’s pretty clear he likes you when he starts referring to you as babe- even if you positive he’s called Dick that before.
“Looking good ,babe.”
“Good morning, babe”
“You wanna know what I’m thinking, babe”
We all know what you’re thinking Wally.
When you actually start dating he’s still referring to you as babe, but now he’s up his game. It’s like his love language, it’s the way Wally shows how much you mean to him.
Angel. Darling. Love. Sweetheart. Hot stuff. Beautiful. Princess. My girl.
but he gets comfortable pretty quickly and that’s when the chaos starts.
You’re not sure when but at some point in the relationship he’s started referring to you as food items. “Sugar” “Honey” “pumpkin” “muffin” “cupcake.”
Honesty it kinda cute until it starts sounding like he’s trying to read a recipe. You can’t tell if you miss heard but you swear he called you his “little cup of flour”
One day you have a team meet, your strategising and Wally just adores the way you think.
“You really are amazing, like a sexy speedforce.”
There’s many growns, giggles and you can almost hear the eye rolls. Dick drags a hand over his face and you can’t tell if he’s laughing or crying, but whatever it is it’s not a positive reaction. You’re not fazed. You stare at him with a raised eyebrow,your lip quirked up slightly at the corner and you say his name in faux annoyance.
You’ll never know if he’s actually joking but at no point will you tell him to stop because it’s clear how much Wally enjoys it and that’s more than enough for you.
A/n: I was trying to write part 2 of my last Wally fic and this thought popped into my head instead. I definitely think he would be more creative with his nicknames too but I restrained myself :))
Jason Todd with a partner who’s just as an avid reader as he is. Except… English is not their first language. Which doesn’t mean their reading skills are any less proficient, no! It means that even spending hours surrounded by the rich vocabulary, sometimes, pronunciation can be a l bitch:
— “It’s just such a nuisance!” — They complained, pronouncing the word as “new-see-an-sse”
Jason doesn’t even bat an eye, not even looking up from whatever he’s doing to ask —“ Spell that for me?”
And once they do, once he has a better idea of what they meant to say, he simply states —“Nuisance, babe.”— This time, correctly pronounced as “new-sense”.
The reoccurring correcting could be irritating, maybe, to someone else, or if it was someone else doing it. But to them? When it’s Jason? It just make them squirmy and giddy to have a lovely, smart, competent boyfriend who always finds a way to make himself useful.
…
Can you tell this is self insert… I just found out how to pronounce nuisance yesterday..
he found you curled against the far corner of the room, your back to the wall like it was the only thing that wouldn't give way. the words from earlier still hung in the air, sharp and cruel, the kind you didn't mean but said anyway because the world had spun too fast, too loud, and it felt safer to push than to fall.
damian stood in the doorway for a moment, silent. he didn’t look angry. he didn't look cold. just… steady. like he always did. he crossed the room without a word, lowering himself slowly until he was knelt down, settling on the floor beside you.
"i'm not going anywhere," he said. not tender, but sure. like a vow. "you could scream at me. tell me you hate me. burn everything we built to the ground.. and i would still stay until you felt safe again." he reached out, palm open, not touching you unless you gave permission. "you don't have to be soft for me. you don't have to be easy to love. you don't have to force yourself to be anything else. i chose you knowing exactly what storms live in you. and i'm not afraid of drowning."
you didn't speak at first but your hand found his, trembling, unsure if you were even allowed. damian's fingers closed gently around yours like he was holding something sacred. that's how he always held you. before and after a split. like he still saw the same person either way.
"the way your mind turns on you," he mumbled, "i've seen it. you tell yourself i'll leave. that i'll grow tired. that i'll use this moment to walk away. but i need you to hear me, beloved, i don't love you in pieces. i love you even when the pieces are sharp. even when they try to cut me. even then, i will never stop reaching for you. i will not step away over something you can not control."
he stayed there long into the night. holding your hand, forehead pressed gently to your temple, grounding you with the weight of his presence alone. not trying to fix it. not offering empty reassurances. just being there. letting you fall apart and still be loved. teaching you that falling apart didn't mean pushing him away.
that he could handle the screaming. the crying. the breaking. because he would still hold you, whisper to you.. he would still be there when the thoughts and aches subsided.
SKIPPING CLASS WITH MALE WB!READER
Your not a bad influence on your younger brothers you swear you just need them to live a little (platonic!batboys x wb!reader)
School’s almost over, and somehow all three of my little brothers have managed to go their entire academic careers without skipping a single class. Not once. Not even a harmless “oops, I missed math because I was totally in the library” kind of skip.
Take Tim, for example. He’s the perfect student smart, polite, and way too considerate for his own good. With all his medical conditions, he could easily get away with sneaking out of class. All he’d have to do is say he’s going to the nurse, and no one would question it. But no, not Tim. When you suggested it, he said, “What if someone actually needs to go to the nurse and I’m already out just wandering around? It wouldn’t be fair.”
A solid retort to that? “We have like four different nurses, Tim. Is it really that big of a deal?”
Then there’s Duke. Poor guy’s terrified of breaking any rules. He’s genuinely afraid to walk around the school because he thinks his coach might see him or someone might ask, “Why aren’t you in class?” or “Are you skipping?” or “Didn’t I see you last during track and field?” He’s so scared of being caught that trying to turn him into even a slightly rebellious kid is a full-time job.
Damian, on the other hand, is the easiest to sway. When there’s a substitute teacher, all it takes is grabbing him by the collar like a bear cub and saying, “Hey, can I borrow this one from you?” Before the teacher can even respond, we’re already gone. Damian doesn’t even get mad civics class is boring anyway. You take him to all my favorite skipping spots and hideouts around the school. One day, when he’s a senior, he’ll need a good place to take a break.
Eventually, You manage to rope both Tim and Duke into it with Damian’s help, of course. Duke’s rambling the whole time about what’ll happen if we get caught, while Tim’s trying to embrace his inner rebel. “What if we get detention?” Tim asks, half excited, half horrified. Duke’s practically shaking behind you, terrified someone with any authority might notice him.
“Relax,” you tell him “We can just skip detention too. Don’t worry—I’ve got the perfect hideout.”
"Remember my rule, boys: y'all better not snitch!" They nod their heads eagerly.
Honestly, you might be the worst influence on your little brothers. But at least they’ll have some stories to tell when school finally ends.
Yandere Clark Kent who stops his own heart to match your heart beat. Through sheer will power and muscle flexing, he times your heart rhythms in order to feel more connected to you. Maybe both of your hearts can beat on the same love line.
