#imagine robin

[lives-ago]

I want someone to point out the buff dragon poster in s5 PLEASE

[crazyfreckledginger]

[x][x] § Damian Wayne Imagine §

You rubbed your eyes slowly, risking opening your eyes. It was nearly 10 am. Deciding to get up, you begrudgingly slipped some warm socks on and sweater before walking out of your bedroom. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you distinguished a small black body on your couch. It shuffled lightly, eyes opening from your footsteps.

“Dami?” You asked. He yawned, eyes fluttering open before he leaned up on the couch from under the blanket.

“(Y/N),” He greeted respectfully, rubbing his eyes. Walking up to him, you engulfed him in a hug before sitting down beside him.

“Bruce giving you a hard time?” You frowed lightly, running a hand through his hair. He would despise the action if it was from anyone else, but he adored your touch, you were like his older sibling -- or guardian figure for that matter.

“Brothers actually, they are being immature,” He frowned. 

Requests Are Open 

[gotham-needs-the-aclu]

Imagine leaving a lipstick stain on Damian Wayne’s cheek without his knowledge.

1) You kissed him at the beginning of the gala. You were going to tell him, but then you noticed the way other girls left him alone, instead giving you venomous looks. The lipstick on Damian’s cheek was very obviously the color you were wearing, a fact of which the other girls were painfully aware.

2) Damian going down to meet his brothers in the batcave covered in lipstick stains. Your lipstick clearly all over his face, neck, and collarbone, even leading down below his shirt’s neckline. His brothers could only stare. “Close your mouth, Todd, you resemble a trout. At what are you three gaping?”

Inspired by @bellabelcr and @ashleycorreenwilliams

[posiey]

coffee break|tim drake

pair: tim drake x reader

type: coffee shop au, fluff

summary: you’re struggling and the barista decides to help.

Tim enjoyed working at a hole in the wall coffee shop. It was never too busy and it allowed him to get to know its regulars better. He liked the calm atmosphere, the clinks of the mugs, the sounds of the brewing machines, and the constant noise of people typing on their laptops, one of them being you.

He remembers the first day you came to the shop, it was a nice summer night, a rare occurrence in Gotham. You came in with a group of friends, a boisterous group clearly enjoying their youth. You had been a bit more timid, a shy smile appearing every time one of them made a joke. Tim would be lying if you didn't catch his eye the second you walked up to the register to order. Your greeting had him melting along with your cute fidgeting. He thought that it was just a small attraction and that he would never see you again after that minuscule interaction but life loves proving him wrong.

You had become a regular, never failing to come every day at the same time. Your order always changed and it gave Tim a chance to talk to you more, to offer things and describe them. You usually always came to study or to do your homework and sometimes coming along with friends. As time passed he began to develop a small crush on you which by the way the owner of the coffee shop totally disagrees with. He was always eager for your arrival and a grin would appear the second you walked in. But that would always be it. He never could muster up the courage to ask you how your day was, what you were working on, or even ask you for your name. He enjoyed the small mystery of trying to figure out your name. Giving you a new one every day but none of them ever fitting enough. Tim wished he had the courage his brothers did so he could ask you out and get to know you better but he just didn't. 

Even now as you sat in your corner all he could do was shoot you small glimpses hoping to catch your eye. It was pathetic really.

“Just go over there and talk to her,” his coworker disrupted his thoughts, ”you’re on break now anyway.” She smirked at him knowing Tim really had no point at trying to argue.

“But she’s working um right now she probably doesn't want to be disturbed,” Tim replied as he picked up some stray mugs and proceeded to arrange them.

“Oh really? She seems to be struggling right now and I bet she would love your help,” she argued, Tim glanced over noticing your scrunched eyebrows and your constant erasing of the work on your paper. He debated the idea in his head it was the perfect chance. He was on break and he was pretty smart so it wouldn't hurt to try helping you out. This might also be the only chance he would ever get to actually talk to you.

“God, I’m going to regret this,” he murmured as he walked off well knowing the grin his coworker was sporting.

You were starting to debate if you should just go home and text your friends for the answers at this point. The numbers on the sheet were starting to look like blurs and your patience dimming. You were so concentrated at erasing that you didn't notice the figure looming over you.

“Uh...do you need some help?” Tim said nervously, your eyes cast upwards blood rushing to your face once noticing his presence. Gosh, this was embarrassing the cute barista boy has noticed your struggles and now here he was offering his services to you.

You glanced back down at your homework, it wouldn't hurt to accept his help, but man was your pride going to suffer.

“It would be much appreciated,” you finally answered, to what seemed to be an eternity to Tim but in reality only being a few seconds. Tim sat down across from you his heart fluttering as you looked up at him, a blush present on your cheeks.

Perhaps this wouldn't be a mistake.

[imaginethatdc]

Just Lay Here With Me

Damian has been gone for hours now. Every night you sit in your apartment waiting for him to return home. There’s not one single night you don’t worry about him. You know what he does, his life can be dangerous. He does his absolute best to shield you from it. Not because he thinks you can’t handle it, but because he would never forgive himself if anything happened to you, because of him.

Finally, you hear the front door open and you jump to your feet. Damian doesn’t even get a chance to enter as you throw your arms around him. He lets out a muffled groan, trying to downplay his pain.

“You’re hurt!” You pull away to see his face is battered and bruised. If his face is in this state, you’d hate to see the rest of his body.

“I’m fine don’t worry.” He assures you with a kiss on the forehead. 

“No you’re not, don’t you dare lie to me.” You protest but he just grabs you by the hand, directing you to your bedroom. 

Damian sits you down on the bed and removes his clothing. His torso is also black and blue but he acts like it is nothing. You want to nurse him, make sure he is okay but he would never have it. He has too much pride in him to admit that he is in pain. If he showed it, it would make him weak. It sometimes makes you want to throttle him. How can someone be so stubborn? Actually, you know the answer to that; he has his father’s genes, that’s for sure. 

“There must be something I can do for you?” You look up at him as he stands in front of you. “I can go make you some tea, you love tea. Or I could run you a bubble bath?” You give him some suggestions in hopes that he will let you do something for him, anything to make him feel that little bit better. 

“There’s one thing you could do for me.” Damian takes your hands in his. 

“What’s that?” You smile up at him. He’s actually going to let you do something for his benefit?! He must have hit his head pretty bad, you can’t complain, though. 

“Just lay here with me.” He pushes you down on the bed and smothers you with kisses all over, making you giggle. 

“My you must have hit your head pretty hard.” You tease him and the kisses come to a pause. 

“Do you want me to stop?” He pretends to be annoyed with your comment but really, he could never be mad at you.

“No, of course not.” You shake your head. 

“Good. Because I have been waiting for this all night.” He smiles down at you before pressing his lips against yours to kiss you deeply. 

It’s nice to know that he misses you just as much as you miss him every night. You can tell that by the way he kisses you. It’s not the kind of kiss that says ‘I want you right now’ it’s more like ‘I love you so much, I never want to let go’. Those kisses are the best kind. They just make your heart melt in your chest. Everyone deserves to be kissed that way. If not, then what’s the point? You’ll marry this boy one day, you swear it. Not everyone sees it but Damian is truly a sweetheart. 

“I love you, y/n.” He breaks away from the kiss to tell you. 

“I love you too, Dami.” You bop noses with him and he laughs. 

“Let’s go to sleep now.” He pulls you in nice and close to keep you warm and snuggled up to him. You lay your head on his shoulder peacefully, listening to his breathing until you finally fall asleep. 

[cait-writes-stuff]

How do you think Dmian would react to finding he had a twin sister? Like Talia hid her as a back up plan incase Damian refused to go through with Talials original plans, being an heir to the league.

- Of course it would be a huge shock but at the same time he’s not all that surprised. 

- If she’s still with the League he’d probably try his hardest to convince her to leave and start a new life, a better life, in Gotham with their father. 

- She’s reluctant at first. She’d probably see Damian as her enemy for a while, thinking that he could easily usurp her claim to the League. 

- It’s not until their mother give her the order to take Damian out that she hesitates. Damian had never actually fought back against his sister and their mother’s willingness to encourage one child to kill another really gave the sister pause. 

- What’s to say that she won’t ever meet the same fate? How many spares does Mother have and what’s to stop her from replacing the sister if she were to make a mistake or step out of line?

- In the end the sister lays down her sword and refuses to kill her twin brother. 

- As you can imagine Talia isn’t too happy about this. Two of her children have now betrayed her and she is livid. 

- Bruce arrives in the knick of time after realizing that Damian had disappeared without warning. He was surprised to realize that he had a daughter but he pushed that aside for the moment so that he could get his kids home.

- It was odd for her to settle into the manor and give up all of her old ways but she eventually found her own place and happiness in Gotham with her true family.  

[gotham-needs-the-aclu]

Imagine Damian Wayne watching someone else flirt with you.

It was at one of those classic Wayne galas. The boy was so smooth- caramel hair, blue eyes… he kissed your knuckles softly in greeting. At that moment, Damian was unable to leave his conversation with a particularly important and wealthy couple. Each time his eyes wandered to you he clenched his fists, subconsciously taking a subtle fighting stance. A surge of adrenaline shot through his body as you laughed merrily at something the boy said. The boy pulled you to the dance floor and into his chest for a slow waltz, turning the fire in Damian’s eyes into a nuclear explosion.

After what seemed like a millennia, Damian extracted himself from the dull conversation and stalked up to flirty boy, who was now making you weeze with laughter by spinning you to the music. The boy abruptly stopped when he saw Damian’s expression. Damian walked straight up to the boy, towering over him with his full height and muscle mass. In the boy’s ear he whispered one simple word. “Run.”

Inspired by @bellabelcr

[gotham-needs-the-aclu]

Imagine Damian Wayne telling you that you’re beautiful, especially when you doubt it.

He literally does not understand how someone as physically perfect as you can be so blind to such an obvious a truth.

“Beloved, flowers weeps as you pass. You do not believe me? Then take me as evidence. I, son of Batman, would not settle for any less than a sheer goddess, which is what you are.”

He shows you his sketchbook filled with drawings of you. If you feel bad about a particular body part, he draws it for you. He won’t stop until he knows you feel 100% confident in yourself.