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pairing: Damian wayne x fem!reader
themes: supermans daughter reader, broken promises, brothers best friend, cave chaos, etc
warnings: heavy obsession, swearing, jealousy (only a little bit of reader jealous of jon), sadness, but only a tiny bit!
A/N: based off of this poll I posted. Also not proof read. Idk i hope you guys like it bc Its 12:31am now and I have been up for hours for this so yar. I hope it doesnt seem rushed or anything i tried making it as long as i could. Follows are appreciated <3 enjoy!
It was supposed to be your week with dad. Just the pair of you. Lois had taken Jon to Toronto to go see her Aunt Hilda, which made you very excited, as you get to have daddy-daughter time. Clark loves you, his only daughter and youngest child. Your everyrthing to him. He knows he hasn't spent much time with you lately but hes trying to! 100%! And he promised you, when Lois and Jon left for their 20 hour road trip, he would spend hours with you having quality time and fun. He even planned a beach trip for the pair of you! The sand, the sea, a nice picnic, watch the sunset, you know, the works.
So imagine your disappointment when he has to fly out of orbit, into space, to address a intergalactic threat. Out of all the times a threat comes, its when you, after maybe 8 months of barely any time with your dad, are alone with him and had a whole week of fun planned.
The transition of sunny, beautiful busy Metropolis to gloomy, dark Gotham is also adding to your disappointment and annoyance. Jon is in Toronto, enjoying himself, probably getting spoiled and cherrished by your mum, whilst your dad has practically left you with thr wolves. Specifically, one 18-year-old wolf with Spotify green eyes, black hair, and a look that could kill. A wolf who also happens to be your brothers best friend.
"Your being incredibly loud." A sharp voice hisses out from the shadows of the bat-cave. You dont turn around. You just sigh and continue eating your apple pie (courtesy of Alfred), still annoyed that your dad left. Your wearing a navy blue oversized hoodie that reaches a few cms under your waistline and has the iconic superman logo on it. Plus some denim jeans. Your back is still facing where the voice came from, as your sitting on an office chair. You spin around to watch Damian step out from behind the massive glowing screens of the Batcomputer. He was half-suit, having just stripped off his cape and cowl after a grueling crazy patrol. His dark hair was a sweaty, messy disaster (a fucking HOTTTT one sjsmsmmdhdosksyessir), and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest.
"Im eating, Damian. Im not even smacking my lips like a barbarian or anything. This cave just has a strong damn echo. And if its bothering you go sit by the big dinosaur thingy." You say, voice dripping with annoyance. You turn back around, not even caring to face his ass anymore.
"It is 3am and nobody, especially not a guest, should be entering the cave! You should be asleep!" Damian says as he grabs the chair and spins it around so your facing him. His green eyes lock onto your own eyes fiercely. "You snuck into here, eating an apple pie! We have rules, Kent. Your intolerable."
"You know what's actually intolerable? The fact that Jon is currently in Toronto, probably eating poutine and getting completely spoiled by my mum. He gets a vacation. My dad gets to punch aliens in the stratosphere. And I get dumped in a damp basement with an eighteen-year-old wolf who clearly doesn't know how to share his space."
You gesture with your pie fork at the giant cave around you. "I was supposed to be on a beach right now, Damian. I had a picnic planned. Sunsets. Actual sunlight. Instead, I'm stuck with you."
The sharp and sarcastic retort you’re expecting from him doesn't come. Instead, Damian stops. His eyes scan your face, tracking the slight downturn of your lips, the genuine frustration in your shoulders and your pretty face. The arrogant assassin posture slowly drains out of him. He doesn't pull back, though. If anything, he leans a fraction of an inch closer, his voice dropping into that quiet, rough voice he uses rarely.
''Your father is a fool. The lanterm corps could've handled it. He is foolish to save a universe that already has other saviors and ignore you."
Your breath hitches and you pause. Gosh you feel your heart race faster. And all of a sudden...you see Damian in a new light. Those eyes...that jawline...his body...the way he looks at you. It drives you crazy all of a sudden.
Damian notices the shift. His eyes notice the sudden flush on your cheeks, the way your fingers grip the armrests of the chair just a little tighter. For a second, his breath hitches too. The tension between you stretches so thin it feels like it’s about to snap. Then, he clears his throat, abruptly straightening up and breaking the spell. He steps back, running a hand through his messy, damp hair, looking anywhere but at you. "It is late," he mutters, his voice sounding a little rougher than usual. "You should not be down here. The cave air is bad for your lungs."
"Right. Yeah. Lungs. Terrible for them, heh..," you blurt out, mentally kicking yourself for sounding like a total idiot. Where did your sarcasm go?!
Damian walks back over to his desk, grabbing his discarded cape. "Go upstairs. And make sure you get some rest." He pauses at the edge of the shadows, his profile looking entirely too cinematic in the dim light. "I will be... reviewing patrol footage. Do not stay up." With one last lingering glance, he slips away into the darker training decks of the cave, leaving you completely alone.
In a rush you go to grab your apple pie and sprint up the manor stairs. As soon as you get in your room you close the door, you flop in your bed. You groan bury your face into a silk pillow. A thought then hits you. One good thing can come out of this. Time with Damian. You blush harder as another 18+ thought reaches you and you shake your head. Because now? Your crushing over your brothers best friend.
4 days later...
Bruce, for all his tactical genius and world-saving detective skills, had the social awareness of a brick wall when it came to teenagers. Clearly feeling a sudden spike of billionaire guilt for leaving his best friend’s daughter trapped in his gloomy house, he had declared it "Movie Night." Which is how you found yourself sitting on a ridiculously plush velvet couch in the manor’s private home theater at eight in the evening.
The thought was sweet, actually. But what ruined it was the fact he chose a old black and white 3 hour film based on architecture. And to make it worse? Je passed out to sleep only 10 minutes into the movie, slumped on the lounge chair across from you. Hes knocked out.
Which left you.
And Damian.
Sitting on the exact same couch in total, suffocating silence.
Ever since last night in the cave, your brain had been running a non stop marathon. You couldn't stop thinking about his eyes, or his jawline, or the roughness of his voice. You had spent the whole day avoiding him, but now, you were trapped. Damian was sitting on the opposite end of the couch, his long legs crossed, staring rigidly at the screen. He was wearing black sweatpants and a simple black t-shirt. No armor. No weapons. Just him looking devastatingly casual and too attractive for your peace of mind.
You shivered subconsciously, as the room is freezing cold. Your wearing a jersey with a white singlet underneath and a pair of shorts. Of course your gonna be somewhat cold. You didnt anticipate it would be this damn freezing.
Without a word, or even looking away from the screen, Damian reached for a thick blanket resting on the back of the sofa. He unrolled it and tossed it over your lap."Thanks," you mumbled, reaching down to adjust it.At the exact same moment, Damian reached down to tuck the edge in. Your hands brushed under the fabric.It was a split-second touch, skin-on-skin, but your heart literally leaped into your throat.
You flinched back like you’d been zapped by Livewire, your face instantly exploding into a furious, burning blush.
Damian froze. He slowly turned his head, his sharp green eyes locking onto your flustered face. In the dim, flickering gray light of the documentary, his gaze felt heavier than usual. He tracked the way your chest was rising and falling, your complete lack of your usual snappy composure.
You desperately needed a defense mechanism. You needed to be sarcastic.
"Uh," you cleared your throat, your voice cracking horribly on the first syllable. You internally screamed. "Great movie, right? Really gripping stuff about... bricks. And arches. Honestly couldnt love it more. Better than titanic thats for sure. Hah."
Damian didn't break eye contact. A slow, incredibly faint smirk began to tug at the corner of his lips—a look of pure, dark amusement. He leaned sideways, resting his arm on the back of the couch and shifting his weight closer to you. The distance between you vanished. "You are not watching the bricks," he murmured, his voice dropping into that quiet, dangerous baritone. He leaned in a fraction of an inch closer, his eyes dropping to your lips before flicking back up.
"Are you nervous, Kent?"
Your breath hitched. You glanced desperately at Bruce’s snoring form, then back to the beautiful, arrogant boy practically looming over you. "Me? Nervous around a guy who wears a cape and reeks of sweat and books? My brother's best friend? Never." you whispered back, trying to regain your footing, but your racing pulse was entirely betraying you. Damian’s smirk widened just a fraction, his hand sliding under the blanket to find yours again. This time, he didn't let go. He leans in closer and whispers, "You know, for a Kent...your tolerable."
You swear butterflies are running around in your stomach right now. You bite your bottom lip, a nervous habit, and lean a bit closer to him. Embarrassment and nervousness fades away into something else. You dont know what exactly. "From anyone else id be offended. But from you?? I take it as a compliment. I mean id take anything from you as a compliment." And as fast as the embarrassment went, it came back as you slipped that last sentence out. He doesnt tease you. He grins. And before you can react?
His lips crash against yours. Its not rushed. Not rough. Its soft. Passionate yet sweet. Your eyes widen and your body stiffened...before relaxing and kissing back. After a good few seconds, you pull away and blush. "Wh...I...uh...what...wha...just happened..." yiu stammers out. This man has you whipped.
"You dont know how long I've wanted to do that for. Years, Hayati. Years. All these years of being quiet and I...I couldn't anymore. I love you. I do. You make me soft. You make me want to start smiling and laughing around everyone with all of the small things that you do. I really love you."
Your heart races and you cant even mister up a reply. You try but all that comes out is a whimper and a soft 'mmmh'. You flush up and he chuckles. He leans in and kisses your forehead. You snap out of it and kiss him back, yet again, all embarrassment and shock gone. And just like that your under the blanket, muffling the noises of wet sloppy kisses and whimpers and words of love.
The rest of the days fly too fast for both of your liking. And before you know it its time to go. You and Damian are now a couple basically. Not that Damian ir you would tell anyone out loud anyways. He grabs your bags and walks outside with you as he sees Clark get out of his pickup truck and thank Bruce.
"Hayati make sure you have everything and text me as soon as you exit the manor gates. He zips your bag up tightly and you share a final kiss. As you both exit the manor, Clark runs to you and picks you up and hugs you. "Sweetheart I missed you! Im so so so sorry we couldnt have our time together honestly I will make this up to you–" you cut him off with a soft laugh and squirm out of his arms.
"Dad its fine. Im okay. I had a surprisingly good time. Heh." You thank Bruce and Alfred as you get into the backseat of the pickup truck. Dick, Jason and Tim walk out too as you drive off. You cant help but feel a sudden pang of sadness at having to leave your new boyfriend. But at the same time you know you will see him again.
"Hey. We have a day left for just us. Dont think we can do the beach, but we can have daddy daughter activities at home!" Clark says proudly, to which you smile at.
Because in the end, you do get time with your dad. And a week at the manor has given you something you hope to cherrish forever. Damian Wayne.
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