#dc comic fics

[selinakylelove]

caught

summary: you and Damian are kissing in his room and his most energetic brother decides to barge right in

a/n: very cute and cozy fic eith a bit of humour and overall non-sexual intimacy

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His hands were warm against your back. Pulling you closer whenever you tried to catch some air.

When you first started dating Damian Wayne, he wasn't big into affection. That was alright with you, especially since it was an early relationship.

But as time went on, he became slowly touchier and touchier. Until eventually he rarely had a hand off you.

Typically he'd have one around your waist, one on your thigh if you were sitting down. Twirling your hair with gently touches so he didn't mess it up.

And of course the kisses.

Damian didn't like to rush things. Especially moments that were more intimate and vulnerable between you and him.

Gentle caresses here. Softly spoken words. And his warm lips against yours. Never speeding it up, letting your lips mold together in a slow dance that felt more intimate than anything else.

It was always the type of kiss to take your breath away despite the slowness of it. Being so close to him, your face warming due to the sheer closeness of it all.

Truly one of your favourite moments in your relationship with Damian.

You had been in his room for a while now. First it was to watch a movie but as the sun started dipping and everything felt calm, the moment turned to a kiss just like that.

A blanket was around both of your hips. You sat straddled on top of him. Not even sexually, just needing to be as close as possible.

He had been kissing you for what felt like hours now and you were just now pulling back to bring air back into your lungs.

Your boyfriend's deep green eyes were clouded over with gentle desire. Nothing firey or quick. But still intense.

"Good?"

He also had a very admirable habit of checking in on you during anything like this.

Your small nod wasn't enough to assure him.

"Yes, I'm good." You placed a small peck to his lips

"You?"

"Good."

With that he was pulling you in again. The same rhythm he always kept continued. Until a sudden burst of energy came into the room.

Dick, Damian's adopted older brother came barging in, clearly had no regard for privacy because he definitely didn't knock.

He was already rambling about something you couldn't quite understand, only to freeze the second he saw you sitting together. Or rather you still on top of him.

Both of you were still rather breathless, flushed faces and hair a messed up from each others hands. It was clear wha had been going on.

After a moment of Dick's silence, an unmistakable grin spread across his face, one that said nothing good was going to come out of him seeing you too like this.

"Well well well." He was already chuckling.

"Didn't realize you had anyone over little bird. Definitely didn't realize this was what you'd been doing. Well I'm sure the others will be happy to find out."

Before you could even really sit in the embarrassment of everything, Dick booked it out of here and Damian was hot on his heels after he carefully moved you off his lap.

Though he didn't chase him any further outside of the room, only slamming the door in annoyance at his pesky brothers teasing antics.

"Sorry beloved. I should have known Dick doesn't have the brain cells to understand the concept of knocking."

A dramatic sigh left his now slightly swollen lips as he made his way back to you. Pulling you right up against him and pressing play on the movie you had been watching earlier before getting…distracted.

Yet despite the little interruption, things quickly settled down again and you were able to melt back into one another. Quietly watching the movie with a few shared whispers and touches.

Only fully relaxing when both of your eyes closed and you fell asleep in each others arms.

Best believe Dick would have come in and taken a picture of that too.

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taglist: @elsyageorgia

[violetsnowdropp]

Boyfriend!Damian who when he first meets your dad, he’s worried he’s the “run him off the porch with a shotgun” overprotective type, but he’s the complete opposite. Your dad had to be the most chillest, most genuinely nonchalant dude he’s ever met. Funny, too.

Boyfriend!Damian who’s actually quite shy around your family at first, who your mom has to get him talking, and takes him time to realise that the nicknames your dad gives him aren’t teasing or because he dislikes him.

Boyfriend!Damian goes to play pool with you and your dad, and it becomes a hobby of theirs. They end up going to play at the same sports bar every Friday, and every pub or dive bar you go to with a pool or snooker table, Damian’s putting money in.

Boyfriend!Damian eventually asks your dad for his blessing, which he laughs at at first because it seems so old fashioned, and no one’s daughters boyfriend seems to do that anymore, but of course he gives it. Why wouldn’t he? Anything to see his daughter so happy

Boyfriend!Damian who asks your dad to help with ring shopping, sending him and your mother photos of references and colours - he would get a matching colour with you whether it was gold, silver, white gold, platinum, he didn’t care. It was all about you.

Fiancé!Damian who watches and helps your dad fix odd things around the house — something Bruce or Alfred never really showed him — and learns how to do the same things, those same skills that normal people can do. And now as you and Damian buy your first house, you’re doing DIY wallpaper, painting the rooms yourself, fitting panelling, fixing the light switches and waving off your worries just moments before he shocks himself.

Fiancé!Damian who feels a bit awkward standing between his own dad and your dad, only because he knows he’ll have more fun talking to your dad. He feels really guilty for that, but that’s just how he saw things: your dad liked him for who he actually was, and never really doubted him.

Fiancé!Damian who loves his own dad, obviously, but he’s closer with yours. His dad offered him many things: knowledge of good and bad, morals and perspective, money, status, he gave him shelter and love when Talia sent him to live with Bruce. But through his tween and teenage years, the years that mattered most since Damian was coming to a new world of galas and cameras, the complete opposite of what Ra’s taught him. Bruce didn’t like him, not as a person. Which hurt. A lot. Somehow that was worse, more painful because Damian never tried to be anyone else but himself. Because he was trying to be ‘normal’, trying to be what Bruce wanted so Bruce would like him; a carbon copy of himself, a son to take his name as Batman when he gets too old and ruined. That wasn’t Damian anymore — he didn’t want vigilantism anymore. Damian was a good man, and a brilliant Doctor.

[nthngmttersbutyou]

curling up

summary: When the weather randomly drops to freezing levels, Kendra does her best to warm you up.

note: just a quick blurb!

You had a love-hate relationship with spring. On one hand, the second half of spring was beautiful; flowers were vibrant, trees were full, and the sun was warm without being overbearing. On the other hand, the beginning of spring was like a sick form of torture. One day, it could be nice with a slight breeze, the next it could be freezing. 

It was meant to be chilly but pleasant out this whole week—somewhere in the fifties. You’d made it to Friday living comfortably—until late Friday afternoon, when the temperature decided to drop without any warning. 

The house got frigid within a matter of minutes, and when you checked the temperature, you nearly screamed when you saw that it was now in the thirties. The heating system in the house seemed to be having a hard time catching up with the quick decisions of Mother Nature, and it was making you grumpy. 

When Kendra came home from a day of superhero-ing, she found her very grumpy girlfriend with her arms crossed, glowering at the floor. You didn’t even bother flicking the living room TV on—that’s how pissed you were. And cold. God, you were so cold, you were trembling. 

“Guess the house didn’t get the memo?” Kendra asked as she took her shoes off by the front door. 

You grumbled something out, something stupid and something house, and Kendra laughed as she walked towards you. She reached into the hallway closet to grab one of the fluffier blankets as she stepped past it, bringing it over to where you sat on the couch. 

As she sat down, she placed the blanket on her shoulders like a cape and reached over to envelop you in her fuzzy, warm, winged embrace. 

Your grumpiness melted away, whether you wanted it to or not. Being in her arms—whether the house was freezing cold or not—was your favorite place in the world. Curling up, you put on a movie and eventually fell asleep in Kendra’s arms.

[selinakylelove]

animal interest

summary: Damian’s father drags him along to an old acquaintances house for intel, only to find that her teen also has an interest in animal rescues. In other words, she has a rescued panther as a pet 

a/n: I’ve had this idea for so long and I finally wrote it, hope you enjoy it :)

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When Damian was told by his father that they were going to be meeting up with someone for intel, this was not what he was expecting.

Just hours ago, when he had put on his Robin suit and got into the car with Batman, they discussed the latest drug heist rumors that had been making their way around Gotham. When he was told that they were going to meet up with some woman Bruce used to know that was supposed to have intel, he rolled his eyes and played along.

Usually when this was the case, words of obvious longing or hatred were spoken from the woman towards his father. His playboy persona as Bruce Wayne continuing to precede him. Tension was high, and Robin himself was exasperated at each petty exchange.

This time was different though.

They had just arrived, zero words exchange and footsteps hardly heard. Allowing the shadows to swallow them whole before letting themselves inside of the large penthouse.

The lights were quite dim, a warm yellow colour that felt a lot more welcoming than the flickering white lights that were often decorating any shady meetup place. It was a well furnished place, Damian hated admitting it but it did look comfortable. Large couches, blankets and pillows thrown on it, a beautiful rug in front of it, even a spacey kitchen that looked oddly spotless.

He was still careful not to let the comfort of the area lower his guard. He still had no idea who this woman was and Bruce's words of trust in the woman could still be broken.

It was just then when a passably attractive woman had entered from a hallway near the back, coming around the corner and instantly gaining the eyes of both him and his father.

"Bruce. Long time no see."

Damian had to hold back an eye roll. He had forgotten that this woman knew their identities as well. The woman's eyes fall to him.

"And you must be Damian."

"It's Robin." He replied, his voice strict and cutting.

She raised an eyebrow slightly before Bruce cleared his throat and they began talking.

During his time in the league, Damian learned the artful skill of multi-tasking. Being able to scope a place out without losing the conversation. He could listen in while walking around, noting anything off or set up suspiciously.

It wasn't until he heard a low growl that he turned around back to his father and the woman. Surely his mind couldn't have made such a distinct sound up. Slowly, he made steps closer to the couch, just passing the two others in the room.

"Robin?" His father's voice questioned when he noticed him, catching onto the tension in his shoulders and the hand on his sword.

Damian stayed silent, not wanting to alert whatever it was behind the couch. He stilled when he heard the growl again, this time deeper. Just about to react when he was suddenly pulled away, by what he assumed was his father, right as a large black panther had pounced in front of him.

It's fur was sleek and dark, reflecting lighter from the lamp not far from them in some places. He could only see a few of it's dark circled pattern, the yellow eyes staring him down to intimidate.

Suddenly he heard the woman groan. She didn't scream or run, simply sighing in annoyance like the apex predator in her house was a measly fly that kept buzzing in her ear.

"Y/N! What did I say about keeping him away while we had people over?" Her attempts to shoo the large cat away were futile, it only huffed as if it were the one who was being inconvenienced.

Damian's brows furrowed in curiosity before his eyes met yours.

You had come around the same corner as your mother, or who he assumed your mother was. Only you were a tad shorter, dressed in only a warm looking sweater and a pair of shorts, wearing an unamused look on your face as you called the black panther over.

An odd spark ignited in Damian's chest when he saw how easily it listened to you. Rubbing up against your thigh before curling up beside you on the couch like a common house cat.

There was no denying that Damian loved animals. How he would take any struggling animal into Wayne manor and care for it like it deserved. Animals to him were something special. They listened, they noticed, and they comforted all while being so vastly unique.

So to see someone else get along so easily with a black panther of all things? He couldn't hold back his interest.

He had been ignoring your mothers apologies to them, and the slight scolding she was giving you, cutting her off mid-sentence.

"You have a panther?"

Your eyes finally lifted away from your mothers as if just noticing the two men standing just ten feet away, less when Damian stepped a bit closer, not wanting to cross the panther's boundaries.

You hummed slightly.

"His name is Onyx, a little cliche but it works."

"May I touch him?"

You raised your brow just as your mother had earlier. There was definitely a resemblance between you too, but who was he to talk when he was practically a copy and paste of his mother and father.

"Sure. He's a little protective but just take it slow and he'll realize you aren't a threat."

Damian noted that you were clearly close with the panther. Animals like that typically avoided humans, only acting in defense when they felt threatened. And it was protecting you above that?

He was calm as he stepped closer. The earlier tension from when he first heard the growling had vanished knowing that any anxiety or fear wouldn't invite the panther into ease. Yellow eyes still watching him carefully when his hand had come closer.

Damian almost froze completely when your soft hand came to rest on top of his own. Feeling his heart rate spike and eyes widened under the mask. It was only now that he let his eyes come up to meet your own.

They seemed to be softer now, not unengaged like they were when your mother was scolding you. Your hand above his was warm, somehow comforting and anxiety inducing all at once.

Carefully he let your hand guide his own to the top of the panther's head. The fur was thick and smooth against his own rough hand, yet his mind kept coming back to your own that was still resting on top.

Finally he cleared his throat and pulled away.

"How did you end up in contact with such a creature?"

Damian's voice was blunt with a hint of curiosity. Eye brows furrowed in concentration as he listened to you speak about how you had rescued him a long time ago from an unauthorized and abusive owner.

"I mean, technically, I'm not an authorized owner right now either but I actually treat him properly so it doesn't matter much. And sure I may have illegally broken into the guys property to get Onyx, but once again, is it really illegal if you're rescuing the animal?"

The corner of the boy's mouth curled up a bit. That was exactly the same argument he had given Bruce last week when he tried to bring an emu into Wayne manor. By the sighs heard from the adults in the corner, they had both shared the same exasperation when it came to their children bringing in random and mostly wild animals.

Bruce glanced at his son as he sat down beside you and started talking about all of the pets that now lived with him at the manor.

"I'll jump ahead and apologize for any influence Damian may be when it comes to your child bringing in more strays."

Your mother only chuckled slightly.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but are you not also known for bringing in strays? Looks like he just takes after you."

"Don't remind me."

[selinakylelove]

hi !!! so in love w ur writings <3

wanted to ask if u could write damian hiding his fiancée for almost two years and the bat family find out by damian who got sick and never came in about a week but tracked the gps in his suit ? (i hope it makes sense)

but their shocked get doubled when the fiancée is pregnant and one of the bat siblings are giving the attention for being pregnant without getting married ignoring the fact that damian got a whole fiancée that he hid from the family for two years

fiancé? pregnant?!

a/n: I’ve been so excited to write this, thank you so much for requesting and I’m glad you love my writing, hope you love this was just as much! I’ve actually read a few fics similar to this before and I absolutely adore them!

part 2

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"You know, I'm pretty sure demon brat isn't going to want us around his little apartment no matter how sick he is." Jason spoke, clearly not engaged with the plan the rest of the family was hatching.

"It’ll be fine. Sure he'll be grumpy but he just needs some goodies to feel better. Poor kid has been going through it for almost a week and didn't even tell us."

Stephanie interrupted this time.

"Dick you better not say that in front of him. Especially not the kid part. He might slice your head off for that."

Dick only scoffed and continued making the get well basket they were all supposed to be making.

When the bickering had slowed down when Bruce made his way to the rest of them. Just about to leave together, Duke stopped them.

"Do we even know where he lives?"

That made them all freeze and look at each other.

Bruce's authoratative voice cut through the stunted silence despite that he too was reeling a bit.

"Tim, go down to the bat cave and look at the tracker location from his Robin suit. He should have it with him."

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"Beloved? Would you like some tea?"

Damian's voice was calm and smooth from the kitchen. Ever since your pregnancy he had amped up the caring ness about 10x and consistently said it was the bare minimum.

Laundry was folded and put away faster than you could get off the couch. Delicious food that didn't upset your stomach was made before you even began craving it. And his soothing voice and gentle firm hands were always there when things felt a overwhelming.

It was all you could ever ask for during a time like this.

"Yes please! Not the orange one though, that one's gross."

"Of course. I remember the look on your face before you even tried it. Raspberry leaf tea should help with the nausea you've been having lately."

You nodded and settled further into the comfortable couch. Warm blankets and Damian's sweater hanging over you like a cacoon as he put it.

A sudden knock on the door disrupted the silence and just about had you getting up before Damian shot you a look and went to get it himself.

Opening the door we was met with a nightmare. All seven of what he was supposed to call his family members were stuffed in the hallway in front of his door.

"Hiiiii!! We brought you get well stuff!"

Stephanie spoke first already pushing the basket into his arm before trying to get in.

"Absolutely not."

"Told you this was stupid." Jason spoke, already about to walk away before being pulled back in by Dick.

"So dramatic you two, it's fine Damian. We won't stay long, plus it's not like you're ever going to invite us over anyways."

Before Damian could stop him he was leading the whole family into the apartment.

The ones looking moderately apologetic being Bruce, who ruffled his hair slightly as he came in. And Cass, who was someone he was fond of most in the family.

Damian was quick to follow them in, a thousand ideas of how to get them out rushing through his head before he realized it was too late.

All of them were now frozen staring at you, and you giving them the same shocked look.

You had known about them since you first started talking to Damian but you also knew they had no idea you existed.

Your fiancé was a careful one and he'd do anything in his power to keep you away from harm. He also didn't want to deal with the questions and teasing that would come from him being in a relationship.

"Who are you?"

Tim's confused voice was the first to break out.

You stared a little longer before looking at Damian. Were you supposed to lie or was he going to tell them?

The second you head turned towards him, the rest of theirs did as well and he let out a sigh, his hand dragging across his face.

"This is…my fiancé. They are very cherished by me and if you cause problems with them I have no problem kicking you out."

There was silence for a moment and foolishly Damian thought maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. He was wrong of course.

Within the next second, all of them started talking at once.

"Ha! No fucking way demon brat was the first to engaged." Came from Jason.

"She is also five months pregnant."

Even more outbursts came after but Damian thought it was better to get it all out now so hopefully he could avoid doing this again.

Bruce cut in now. His usual unbreakable voice came out almost hesitant now as he pieced everything together.

"Just how long have you been together?"

"Two years."

If Bruce was like the rest of his kids his eyes would have been widening out of his head by now.

"And you are having a child after only two years?"

"Father I appreciate the concern but I'm fully capable of raising a child with my own fiancé."

Dick cut again, his voice loud and higher pitched.

"You're not even married yet and you're having a child?! Omg Dami, you're still a child! You're skipping steps!"

"I'm in my twenties. Just because your brain is incapable of seeing me as an adult, doesn't mean I'm still a child."

In the back of this conversation, Steph had been squealing with excitement. Talking about baby names and how her and Cass would be the best aunts.

Cass silently nodding along. Glancing at you every once in a while with an intrigued gaze.

"Sorry, can we go back a step? I feel like we're walking over the fact that he's had a partner for two years and we didn't know?" Duke spoke up.

"Are we really surprised?" Jason again, who was now spread out across the other couch as he watched the chaos.

"No, Duke is right." His fathers gaze locked into him again and Damian sighed.

"You should have told us Damian. Did you ever plan to?"

It annoyed him that he could see the faint but of hurt in his fathers eyes. He knew he wanted him to have full trust in him and when he pulled back in anyway, Bruce felt like it was his fault.

"Eventually I knew I'd have to but…" Damian looked back at you and took your hand.

"She's mean a lot to me. I've told her that more than I've ever felt comfortable to say to another person. I didn't want any harm to affect her because of my ties to you so I thought it was better to keep her a secret." The seriousness was knocked off his tone a second later.

"I also didn't want to deal with the sappy questions and annoying teasing."

"Too late now."

Damian sighed as he was quickly bombarded with questions. How did they meet? Who made the first move? When did they move in together? Was the baby a girl or boy? What was Damian like in a relationship?

His eyes were quick to watch you. Ready to stop everything if there was even an ounce of uncomfortability in your eyes.

There wasn't.

Only a soft warmth in your cheeks at the sudden attention from his family. A smile that he couldn't stop falling in love with. And a beautiful glowing aura that came from being pregnant with his child.

Slowly, he sat down beside you. Bringing you closer against him and ignoring the awws from his family.

Maybe it wasn't horrible they knew.

[selinakylelove]

Library Meet-Cute

summary: Jason goes to the library only to find his spot taken up but someone who proves to be his type more than he though anyone could

a/n: another new series mayhaps? I don’t even know how much I like this first one so we’ll see lol

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Dickens. Shakespeare. Jane Austen of course.

For a little over twenty minutes , Jason had be roaming his way around the library. It wasn't huge but it was stuffed with as many books as they could get.

Something he greatly appreciated.

Lately he'd been expanding the genres he read but he couldn't deny he was already missing his classics.

Ending up with about three in hand before deciding to head over to his small corner spot to read before heading home.

Jason wasn't big on a routine life. Everything was too unpredictable so he left it up to fate or whatever could be controlling the people on earth like little puppets.

However, one place he could never stop visiting, was his little library. Yes, he called it his own. He was most likely the one who came in the most, plus he beat up a few drug dealers who were going to make the alley beside the shop their own meeting place.

Jason couldn't let that stand because he couldn't let the risk of the librarians or the building get destroyed.

And they were drug dealers too, right. Jason totally did it because of that, not just the books.

Anyways, here he was at almost midnight. Arm full of books, comfortable hoodie and pants on in trade of his Redhood outfit. Heading straight for…

Someone was in his spot.

Jason's brows furrowed immediately as he stepped into one of the rows, not to make his staring obvious.

Who the hell was in his spot at this time of night? Once he finally got a good look, his heart stuttered a moment.

You were cute. If not a little intense with the amount of focus that radiated from you.

Your bag beside you was littered with different pins and clip ons. Clearly well loved. He could see even a few books stuffed into them.

A bunch of study material was littered around your table. Computer open in front of you as you went back and forth between that and your notes.

You even had a baggy leather jacket stuffed beside you. Jason wasn't sure he had a type but if he did, it was you.

And because of that…he may have been lurking a bit suspiciously, not realizing how much he had been leaning out of the row to look at you.

When your eyes shifted up and immediately frowned at him, he was all too aware of how this looked.

Quickly standing up straight and clearing his throat.

"Uh- sorry. I just realized how creepy that must of looked."

"Oh no, a random man staring at me from a behind in a library at midnight isn't creepy at all."

Jason chuckled softly. Shit you were sarcastic too. Maybe he did have a type.

"Yeah…yeah. This is usually where I sit when I come here. I saw you though and well you're…"

"I'm what?" He noticed the raised eyebrow you gave him. Somewhat engaged but also annoyed someone was disrupting you.

"Hot."

Jason immediately winced. Only looking through his humility when he heard a sudden burst of laughter.

"Wow, I've never had a man be so blunt and then feel bad about it. Though I guess if you're reading Jane Austen that would teach you a thing or two."

Recovering like nothing happened, he was completely perked up, already grabbing the book to put at the top of his little pile.

"Yeah, she's a wonderful author. I re-reader her stuff a lot."

He took you gentle nod as a good sign.

"That's really nice. I read Pride and Prejudice when I was younger and I did enjoy it but I think it's something I should re-read. I know there was a few things I probably missed completely."

Mindlessly his feet brought him closer to you.

"I'd definitely recommend it."

The conversationed ended there and suddenly Jason felt like he couldn't think properly. What did he say now? Awkward silence filled the space between you. Your own eyes already glancing back to your work before realizing he was still standing there.

"You can sit if you'd like."

Silently Jason nodded and slid in the seat across from you.

"So uh- where'd you get your pins from?"

You spared a quick glance back to your bag before looking back to him. "Oh all over really. I think mostly thrift stores, I get lucky. Other times there's been specific vendors and stuff."

"You're kind of a collector then?"

"Yeah I guess I am."

Quiet yet somehow meaningful talk filled your little corner of the library. Jason felt easy to talk to. Like he didn't judge any normal person for just living their life.

He didn't speak over you and he seemed to really listen. His responses actually made sense and related back to what you had said in the first place which felt rare to hear for you lately.

"So yeah, that's what I think about the book anyways."

Jason nodded firmly. "Yeah I agree. It would have been cool to see her keep the ending just as good as the rest of the book. Something just kind of fell short and it's like it was just rushed to be done with."

You couldn't help but admire him now. His eyes a beautiful blue colour that looked strangely green in some lighting.

The little tuft of white hair in the front of his otherwise black strands. He had scars yes, but the look in his eyes seemed to bring a whole different vibe.

He was still human. That much was clear.

Jason's eyes locked onto yours now.

"I still wanted to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything. With the staring or the uh blunt way of calling you hot. I mean you are don't get me wrong, but you're beautiful as well and- sorry I'm gonna get too cheesy if I keep talking."

That pulled another laugh out of you.

"You're sweet you know. And hot too." Jason's face warmed at the compliment, even if you were slightling making fun of him with it.

"I wouldn't mind getting your number either."

He looked up slightly startled.

"Really? I mean I was going to ask you but I really felt like I was digging my grave deeper and I-" He stopped himself from making one of those jokes.

You handed over your phone with the contact information ready to be filled in. His hands were a little shaky as he did so.

Apparently he could take over a drug ring without the slightest dent in his composure but the second it came to someone like you, he was a mess.

"Perfect. Now I'd ask for your name but I actually like Jane Austen guy better. Sounds like the perfect contact name to me."

A soft laugh left Jason's mouth.

"Yeah that's not bad is it? Its Jason, though. But you can call me whatever you like."

"Good. I'll be calling you tomorrow."

Suddenly you were up, walking away with an air of confidence. He hadn't even realized you packed your stuff up. Was he that down bad?

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taglist: @ilocuras24 @elsyageorgia @maradcrs @i-dearbambi-dxx

[selinakylelove]

pretty doctor

summary: under the influence of pain medication after an accident, you see your new doctor, Damian Wayne, and can’t help but flirt with him, immediately falling in love

a/n: this feels a lot better than my last post and longer so I hope you guys enjoy lol, it’s pretty late but I had a busy day and I’m just happy I actually finished it today :)

cw: hospitals, mentions of surgery and bombs going off (not specific at all), pain killers, being high off painkillers, IV’s.

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Everything felt like a blur. Your head was sore, actually your whole body was. Your mouth was dry and you felt utterly exhausted.

Blinking your eyes only made it worse as the bright hospital lights blinded you. There was a quiet beeping sound beside you.

Your mind felt dizzy. Slowly trying to catch up with everything.

Something had happened obviously. Something that ended you up unconscious in the hospital, desperate to get comfortable again.

The second you had tried moving a door opened and in walked a tired yet earnest looking nurse.

"Hello there. How are you feeling?"

Her voice was quiet and gentle. Like she knew that all of this was a lot to wake up to.

"Uh tired. And uncomfortable."

"Sorry to hear that. I'm sure I could get you some extra pillows or something." She picked up your chart and looked back to you.

"Do you know what happened?"

Did you? It was hard to think about eith everything else going on. Maybe you would if you were given time, she seemed to realize that pretty quickly.

"Looks like you got in the crossfire of some big fight. A bomb went off a little too close to where you were and you were knocked unconscious. An emergency surgery was given but everything went well and it looks like you're doing pretty good right now."

"Well…I guess that's Gotham for you right?" You responded weakly, your head already hitting the pillow again.

Luckily she had the decency to chuckle softly at your poor attempt to joke about something serious like this.

"I suppose it is."

You watched her move about the room for a bit before she came by your IV with a needle.

"This will be for the pain and soreness you're feeling or about to feel. Unfortunately things tend to feel worse before they feel better. You'll be a little drowsy and out of it while it does its job."

Taking your small nod as a response, she finished up and eventually left the room after giving you a bright smile. At least she was nice.

Exhaustion took over once more and you let your eyes close. The painkiller could do its work while you slept.

Though it wasn't long before you had to face those bright lights again. Drowsy was definitely one way to put it. You felt high out of your mind.

The room felt unsteady and the flickering light in the corner wasn't helping. You almost felt like laughing despite feeling so gross.

A clearing of a throat made you look up and…wow.

Your half lidded eyes made an attempt to open further to take a look at was in front of you.

He was a tall man, white coat covering his body but he looked well built. Soft brown skin that felt a lot nicer on your eyes than the white lights.

His eyes were a bright and striking green, complimenting the dark head of hair and really everything about him. Was this really your doctor? Were you hallucinating your perfect type?

The man's voice cut off your inner rambling.

"I'm Doctor Wayne. I'm here to check over everything and make sure the surgery results stayed where we needed them. How are you feeling?"

His voice was like silk, a beautiful accent within stern word. Definitely not a Gotham accent but you couldn't be happier at hearing it.

"You're very pretty."

Damian froze for a moment as he looked at you. Taking a second to realize what you actually said.

"I'm sorry?"

"You should be. I probably look half dead and you're over there standing like some god from above."

If he wasn't speechless before he certainly was now. You almost laughed when you checked on the amount of painkiller you were given.

"I'm being honest, I'm not just high. Or…really it's both."

Your doctor finally turned to face you again. Eyeing you suspiciously for a moment before softening slightly.

"Very well then. May I check your vitals?"

"Please do."

He decided to ignore that. Walking over with measured steps, Damian carefully took your wrist and placed two firm fingers on your pulse.

"How long as your pulse been elevated?"

"Since I saw you probably."

You smiled a little dopey, the meds definitely giving you the confident boost you needed to be able to speak to him like this. Most likely a little too big of a boost.

Damian hummed softly and you noticed a small quirk of his lips making your own smile grow.

You watched him happily as he moved, checking everything he needed too, your face getting warmer any time he got closer.

"Everything looks good. You'll be here for about another night or two just to make sure everything stays the same. Do you have any questions or concerns?"

"Yeah."

His eye brow raised slightly as he nodded for you to continue.

"I'm just a little concerned that I won't be able to get your number. Can doctors give their numbers out? You should be able to do that."

"Tt. No, that is a regulated rule that must not be broken in order to preserve doctor and patient professionalism."

You hummed, giggling slightly after.

"What?"

"Your little tut, it's attractive. How do you do it? Like thhh tss." Your body wasn't in full control yet, making the attempts sound like a little kid learning a new word.

"Tt."

Damian saw the way your eyes practically glowed when he did it again.

"So pretttty."

"I shall add uncoordinated speech to your chart." He moved away from you bed, picking up the clip board to do just that.

"Rude. I saw you have the little smile before ya know?"

"You did not. You are on medication that prevents full focus and coordination."

"Mmm did so pretty doctor. Now how do I get your number without breaking your doctor rules?"

Damian sigh and looked up slightly from the chart. He wouldn't admit that this was funny. That yes, he enjoyed being sought out after but he'd rather you be in full control of your mind and body if you were going to make a move on him.

He also would never dare to break what you called his "doctor rules." They were there for a reason and he was entrusted to fulfill them.

Before he could politely shut you down again, you spoke.

"Oh! I know! I really like going to this cafe on um- 3rd..what street was it? Hold on-"

"33rd street, right off the highway?"

His gaze softened when he saw you light up again.

"Yes! I go there every Saturday. That's not true, it would be too expensive. But I do go there some Saturdays to study and order the same thing I do every time."

"Do you now? What do you study?"

"Oh I'm in college to become a vet. I really like animals and there isn't enough of them in Gotham which leads to so many of them ending up on the streets and it makes me really sad."

Damian couldn't help but feel the interest in his chest grow. Animals were something very precious too him and if he hadn't decided to become a doctor, a field helping out animals would have been his next option.

"Wait- why was I talking about the cafe? Oh yeah! You can come there and pretend to bump into me and I can get your number then! That way no doctor rules are broken and you can see me when I'm not on meds and look like whatever I look like now. I actually don't know, there's no mirrors but just pretend it's not that bad. I'll look really good when we meet again."

He didn't hold back his chuckle this time. His admiration growing as you laid out the plan despite still being out of it.

"You sure you won't be too embarrassed after you sleep these meds off?"

"No. I'll probably be horrified and really nervous but I keep being told to step out of my comfort zone and stuff. And I can't even see my comfort zone right now so I'll just let future me deal with this."

"Of course. Well I do have other patients to attend to. I'll…think about your proposal."

He had a funny feeling he'd be showing up to the cafe every Saturday now, not that he'd ever admit it.

"Try not to flirt with anymore nurses or doctors that you see."

"Don't worry pretty doctor, only you."

Damian left with your dopey smile practically engraved in his mind. This should be enough motivation for him to get him through the rest of his shift.

[selinakylelove]

Can you do a continuous of Fiancé?! Pregnant?! Maybe with the league finding out and how Talia would react.

thank you :)

fiancé? pregnant?! - 2

a/n: thanks so much for the request darling! I did it more as a one on one with Damian and Talia because it felt more intimate. And yes I wrote her as a good mother because that’s what she is! Other writers just changed canon for some reason but I’m sticking to the first one.

Anyways, it’s fluffy and soft. I don’t think I’ll make another part to this series either but that’s TBD.

part one

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Damian knew she was there without her having to say anything.

"Mother pkease. Father does enough brooding in the shadows, I'd rather you didn't pick up the habit as well."

Her soft chuckle was one he remembered well. She didn't have the chance to visit all that much but when she did, Damian knew to treasure it.

They'd spend meaningful time over books and tea, silently reminiscing in the old life they lived together.

Damian hadn't yet told his mother about you or your soon to be child. His family here had just found out about those both only a mere month ago.

But he had a good feeling his mother wasn't here for no reason.

Talia had stepped closer to where Damian was standing on the rooftop. Of course she'd pick now, during his patrol, to do this.

"Are we going to beat around the bush or are you going to tell me why you're here?"

"So hostile Damian. I believe we both know why I'm here. How far along are they?"

Damian looked at his mother. Her face wasn't shocked or filled with concern like his father's had been.

It was…soft.

Like the idea of her son opening up and having someone he can trust and love fills her own heart with love.

"Six months now. We've been together for two years and they're my fiancé."

Damian would never admit it but the weird heavy feeling he's had since this conversation started vanished completely when he saw her smile. Staying completely still as she rested her hands on his shoulders.

"You love them?"

"More than anything."

"Do you know the gender of the baby?"

Her son nodded.

"It will be a girl."

Talia could help when her smile grew wider. He knew she was excited. Excited to me her granddaughter and her in-law that seemed to take over Damian's heart.

"I would love to meet your fiancé."

Damian nodded again. He had expected that, though he still wasn't sure how to go about it just yet.

"You will. How long are you staying?"

"I'll be here for three days."

He wished it was more. Despite his ability to think fast in life or death situations, he wanted things to go perfectly.

Much different from the disaster with Bruce and his siblings.

Maybe they'd all sit together and have tea. Just like he did every time his mother came. And just like when you and he had time to rest with one another.

Damian came back home at his usual time. Silently making his way around the bedroom, changing into comfortable clothes before he heard the en suite bathroom open.

His eyes softened when he saw you rubbing your eyes as you came out. One of his larger shirts draped over your growing belly.

"Beloved."

Your eyes flicked open right away, not even noticing he was there until then.

"Oh you're home, how did it go?"

Your soft arms enveloped him with ease. Like he was just another part of a puzzle that you knew connected to yourself.

"Quite normally. My mother made an appearance. She'd like to meet you and the baby once she comes of course."

He brushed back the hair from your face as you looked up in curiousity.

"I didn't know she was here. For how long?"

"Three days." He kissed your forehead gently. "I am unsure of when I'll have you meet her. I'd like things to go smoothly, though I don't doubt that they will. I'd like to plan a little first."

You nodded gently against him. He could already see that your body was feeling to heavy to hold and your were most likely exhausted.

With gentle domesticity hanging in the air, your lovely fiancé brought you to the shared bed. Laying you as gently as possible whilst making sure to prop up your extra pillows so you could sleep comfortably with the baby.

"Goodnight beloved." He kissed your forehead once more, making your eyes flutter and close, breath already evening out.

"Goodnight precious." He whispered this time as he kissed your stomach.

For as long as Damian is able, he will protect his beloveds no matter the cost.