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oneshot with damian wayne!!
a/n: I CANT WRITE AND THATS REALLY BAD IM SORRY
plot: before damian met you, he thought he was the worst when it came to all that sappy, emotional crap. turns out, you proved him wrong.
damian wayne was emotionally constipated since birth.
not exactly his fault — he grew up in an environment where “feelings” were basically code for “weakness” and “crying” got you death-glaring from assassins. so yeah, being the son of bruce wayne and talia al ghul really does things to a guy.
so one day, damian does the unthinkable — he straight-up confesses.
no “maybe,” no “i think,” just pure, unfiltered, bold damian wayne confidence:
“i like you.”
and what do you do?
you laugh. you laugh, scratch your head like a golden retriever and go:
“i like you too! you’re an awesome friend, dami!”
friend.
bro got hit with emotional damage so bad he needed a respawn point.
he just stared at you, blinked a few times, turned around, muttered something like “i have things to do,” and left before he drop-kicked a wall.
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and thus began operation: make the stupid get it.
if words don’t work — actions will.
so now he’s carrying your backpack (which, btw, you said wasn’t heavy), buying you overpriced stuff (“you really didn’t have to,” “i know.”), leaving snacks and little notes like some emotionally repressed secret admirer.
and yet you? still clueless.
unbelievable.
stupid.
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one night, after training, you two crash on the gym floor — you all sweaty and half-dead, damian pretending not to stare. he hands you a water bottle like he’s your personal butler. you take it like it’s holy water.
but instead of drinking, you squint at him.
“you know, dami, you act kinda weird sometimes.”
he side-eyes you. “define ‘weird.’”
“like, one moment you’re ignoring me, next you’re acting all rude, and then suddenly you’re… nice?”
damian just stares for a sec, then smirks a little.
“kindness is a weakness.”
“then why are you weak for me, huh?”
he decided right then that you were actually beyond saving.
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later, he’s walking you home — again — while you’re talking non-stop about how you didn’t understand the new physics topic. meanwhile, he wasn’t listening at all, stuck in his head. then suddenly, he stopped walking.
“you really don’t get it, do you?” he says, voice a little shaky.
you blink. “get what? physics? no—”
he groans, rolls his eyes so hard he almost time-travels.
“you. i like you.”
“yeah, i know. you told me.”
“not like that,” he snaps, stepping closer, dead-serious. “not as a friend.”
pause.
you just… stare at him. gears turning very slowly.
“oh,” you finally breathe out. “ohhhh. now i get it.”
damian sighs — partly in relief, partly in disbelief that you’re this dense.
“stupid,” he mutters, and before you can say anything, he leans in, gives you the world’s fastest, most awkward kiss — like, blink and you’ll miss it — then pulls away like nothing happened.
“come on, it’s late.”
and you? still buffering.
until you finally yell, “HEY!” and sprint after him — clearly aiming for round two.