Here's a sneak peek of She's So Gone Pt: 2, a Fem! and Best Friend! Reader x Damian Wayne/Robin, I did not expect y'all to love the first part this much so yeah. Unexpected, but I'm working hard to get this second part where I want it for y'all! Anyways hope you enjoy!
Here's She's So Gone (Pt: 1) in case you haven't read it but want to: Part One
Standing in the doorway, disheveled and sweating was none other than Damian Wayne. The two of you made eye contact and you felt the air and color leave you. Heart hammering, you froze for a singular moment, long enough to see the recognition and relief in his eyes.
Something warm blossomed in your chest, a wave of joy that wrapped around your throat. It squeezed at your heart as a bitter taste coated your tongue and you weakly took a breath in. He was here, he was here. It was almost instinctual to lean in and hug him. To start some sort of physical contact as if you make sure he was here-truly here. Then the tight pulsing of your veins and breathing of your lungs yanked you back into reality. He- he had betrayed you, he- he had abandoned you. Pulling back, you squeezed your hand into a fist, eyes raking over him before noticing the movement just beyond his shoulder. No, the person behind him. She looked a little frazzled, but still as perfect as ever. Looking back to Damian the sluggish feeling of betrayal up your spine.
A wave of emotions fierce and roaring climbed up your throat as you backed away from the door. For a moment you couldn't breathe, and the world was spinning as a realization crashed down around you.
He was here.
Why was he here? Why did he have to come just as you were starting to get numb to all those emotions? Why did he have to come after you just made it past an episode? Why did he come? Why? Why?!
Swallowing you pushed back your worries and fears, back the questions and pain. Gripping your hot chocolate tighter as you let out a slow breath, then you began walking towards the door. Hoping your nonchalant attitude would make them ignore you or so baffled you could slip past. As you made it to the doorway, you began to slide towards the street, outside of the store-the place with no escape, to the open and free air that allowed you the opportunity to turn and leave.
Unfortunately, your hopes were in vain. A hand clamped down on your arm, pulling you in. And you blinked, looking to find Damian Wayne practically towering next to you. Eyes frantically racing over your face and body, worry covering every feature as you felt his heavy breaths on your skin. Hell, his heaving chest nearly touched your arms as you felt his heat.
"Y/N."
Taking another breath you gave him a blank look, your eyes instantly drawn to your sister loitering behind him. A muddled mixture of emotions on her face.
"If," You began calmly, your eyes locking on his nose, so you don't have to look into his eyes, "you're here because you think I'm trying to steal Jon or poison him against you, you should know I'm not. And there's no reason to worry."
You saw his jaw twitch and his grip tightened on your arm as he pulled you in even closer. Faintly, you could feel Jon lingering behind you. Clearly watching and waiting for a moment that deemed too much for you or a spot to intervene.
"I am not here because of that."
You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked away from Damian's face. Eyes once again drawing to your sister, whose brow was furrowed, a scowl of sorts on her face.
"Then why are you here?" You softly asked nails digging into your palm as you looked towards the floor.
Soooo ADHD, depression and writer's block hit me so hard I'm still having difficulty even thinking about any kind of writing.
HOWEVER!
I believe getting new/fresh ideas might help me out! So, if y'all have anything i previously mentioned you're dying to see written, let me know or give me the new ideas to help get me jump started.
Overall, I just wanted to let y'all know that I am in fact still around and kicking and attempting to continue the content for y'all.
In this world there is love, and life and joy. Almost every person has a chance at these things through their soulmate. Someone chose by fate itself to help you have a good life. While not all soulmates are romantic some are, and that soulmate will be with you (hopefully) for the rest of your life.
There are of course cynics who believe soulmates are a myth, those people usually lose their chance. Chance at happiness because they turn away one of the people chosen to help them have it. And some... some choose to defy fate and choose to find others to love, others to create joy with.
And fate... fate does not like to be ignored, so it caused... some backlash in response. Which is unfortunately how you came to be.
You parents were soulmates, but they didn't want anything to do with each other. Of course, fate had its way, and you were born. Born in a home where love and hate ran so closely, they intermingled.
It was one of the reasons why when you realized who your soulmate was you didn't say a word. You in fact began avoiding them all together. But your heart- your soul longed for them. And so you were stuck in conflict. Conflict with your soul and reason.
Which was why you were sitting in the library, in the very back corner. Watching, despite the voice of reason screaming in your head, Damian fucking Wayne, talk with his friends.
Looking up from your book you sighed, he- he was annoying and rude and and and loved animals and was an accomplished artist. So much that he began teaching children with special needs how to draw.
While you may have heard it was a punishment from his father, your soul still ached for him. Letting out a groan you slammed your head against the table. Why was fate such a cruel bitch? Why could fate just once give you a fucking break?
Footsteps caused you to freeze and you looked up to see a red haired boy standing in front of your table. He smiled and waved and you gave him a weak smile.
"Hi, I'm Colin and me and my friends were wondering if you wanted to join us."
He pointed to a table- the table behind him and you winced. Looking up you saw the small smile on his face and your conscious screamed.
"Uh, are you sure? You guys don't even know me."
Colin raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Uh, you've been in our classes since we started school here. And- Dam-" Colin paused before shrugged, "we can get to know each other better. I mean we've been in the same grade for years."
Before you could reply, a dark-haired boy, who you recognized as Jon Kent, bounded over towards you and Colin. He threw an arm over Jon's shoulders and smiled.
"Hi, Y/N. Are you going to join us? You're going to join us, right?"
His glasses slipped to the edge of his nose, and you winced. You were? Oh no you were.
"Uh, Okay." You remarked, "I mean I guess."
"Awesome!" Jon said.
He then leaned down and scooped your things into his arms. Turning towards his table he bumped Colin.
"Get the rest of her stuff."
Colin looked to you and you quickly grabbed onto your bag and stood up. Before you could even blink, Colin leaned forwards and grabbed your book.
Then he turned and followed after Jon. Cursing internally you followed him. They both sank down onto their seats and left one for you directly across from Damian. You watched as he flipped the page and Colin and Jon set your stuff on the table.
Damn it.
Reluctantly you sat down and winced. Damian looked up and you noticed a cut on his face and his eyes looked strange. Was it a black eye?
Your heart stopped and the words slipped from you before you could stop yourself.
"What happened?"
"It's not important, why do you care?" Damian remarked looking back at his notebook.
Why do you care? why do you care
Because
Because you wanted to shout If anything happened to you, it would utterly ruin me.
Instead, you shrugged. "You just looked a little banged up. Sorry for being curious."
He paused for a moment before looking up at you eyes narrowed.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked.
You nodded and answered the right answer instead of the one your soul begged you to say, "You're Damian Wayne."
But, you thought, you have no idea who I am, do you?
Damian blinked a few times his body tensing. And he shook his head.
"That's not what I meant."
You froze, swallowing you forced a smile onto your face. Reaching out you grabbed your book and pulled it towards you. Don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it.
He tilted his head and watched as you brought your book closer. Smiling weakly, you pulled it towards your face.
"You- You have no idea do you. Who I am?" He muttered
Soul crying and reason cheering you blinked. You were always terrible at lying. Maybe- maybe he meant something else? No, no you couldn't even convince yourself.
Shrugging you pressed your face into your book. Why did you agree, why did you do this to yourself?
because now he's close and near and hearing his voice made your heartbeat faster and and-
no- no. No nonononononono. stop that right now. No. No. nuh-uh no way you weren't- you weren't going to let your soul and- that raging bitch or dick or whatever it was fate control you.
Taking in a breath you went to read you book when it was pulled away from you and you met Damian's eyes.
You had been going to Gotham Academy for over two years, transferring from the public schools that bullied and tormented you, to a private academy funded by a scholarship from none other than Bruce Wayne.
You had admired the Wayne family for years and in particular you had admired Tim Drake-Wayne. Co-Ceo with Mr. Wayne at seventeen! It shocked you and-and amazed you!
If only you could be like him, be amazing and so smart! So, when you discovered you were in the same class as his younger brother you were ecstatic. That is until you actually talked to him. Damian wasn't the nicest but you had move passed that. You had been able to meet Tim because of your friendship with Damian and he was strange.
Not nearly as strange as Damian but strange. Damian... he just seemed to be the complete opposite of Tim but somehow all the same. He was rude and snobbish but.... he was brilliant.
And you unfortunately got attached, very very quickly. It didn't take long for the two of you to become friends. And for you to develop a habit of not so subtly smacking sense into him and today was no different.
"Can you believe She's still rambling?" Damian muttered under his breath.
You rolled your eyes, twirling your pencil between your fingers as you tried to ignore him. Kenna Hilmen was talking and had been for five minutes now. Rambling about their opinion on Romeo and Juliet and how awful of a love-story it was.
"I understand that it isn't a wonderful love story, but does she have to keep going?" Another student next Damian remarked.
Romeo and Juliet wasn't a love story though, was it? Kenna kept going despite most of the class beginning to doze off. Mr. Allen sighed before clapping his hands together, cutting Kenna off.
"That is a wonderful analysis Kenna, but we need to let others have a chance to share." He looked around the room with a smile before continuing, "does anyone have a different opinion?"
You bit your lip and looked over to see Damian shaking his head as he turned back to draw more on his worksheet. Taking in a breath you raised a shaky hand. Mr. Allen' s smile broadened and he nodded pointing at you.
"Y/N, what do you think?"
Letting out the breath you tried to ignore the feeling of all the eyes on you and looked down at your book.
"I think that people mistake this tragedy for a love story."
Mr. Allen raised an eyebrow, cupping his chin as he sank onto the edge of his desk. Next to you, you heard the sound of Damian's pencil stop moving and the class began to go silent.
"And why do you think that?"
"Well," You began looking down at your book again before closing it, "Romeo and Juliet were children. Children who didn't even really know each other. The play takes course over a couple of days. A few weeks at most. Not even a month. Realistically it isn't possible to love someone that much. They were teenagers going through life wanting for something more and not receiving it from their parents. Parents who were too focused on a feud to realize their children liked each other. If their parents had watched their children, if they had been good parents, they would have been able to help them and they wouldn't have died at the end. Romeo and Juliet is about the dangers of holding grudges and letting them overcome you. Letting grudges overcome your family and descendants. You shouldn't do it and-and should allow people to feel for themselves. Not forced to hate for a reason that has been since forgotten."
Mr. Allen nodded and smiled as he rubbed his mouth. Shrugging he pushed himself off of his desk and looked you dead in the eyes.
"Then why is so much of the play about the romance between Romeo and Juliet?"
You shrugged, "Shakespeare liked to make points, if hidden in amongst words people would think were normal. Maybe he wanted to make a point that a grudge can't actually travel generations. You have to choose to continue the grudge. And Romeo and Juliet chose to ignore it. It may have been for intrigue or possibly even lust, but they choose to feel for themselves. And I think that's what Shakespeare wanted to show. Grudges are a choice. Not a law."
The room was dead silent, and you looked around finding Damian staring at you, his brow furrowed and face tight. He looked down at his paper and scowled before continuing to doodle.
Mr. Allen walked over to the chalk board and wrote a word across it.
Interpretation.
Turning back towards the class he tapped the board before gesturing towards the white board with Romeo and Juliet scrawled across it.
"Analysis is all about interpretation. Kenna believes that Romeo and Juliet is about young love gone wrong. Y/N believes it is about how dangerous grudges are. Neither analysis is wrong because they are different interpretations, as long as you don't stretch or leave out evidence, your interpretation can be an analysis some find correct. But keep in mind, there is no 'correct' analysis or interpretation. Nor are there really wrong ones."
Setting the chalk down Mr. Allen shrugged before looking towards the clock, "What is important is that you find which analysis fits your beliefs and you defend it. That will be all today. I will see all of you tomorrow, I expect. Remember to do the reading!"
In a commotion of bodies and noise, everyone moved to pack up their things. Leaning over towards Damian you fidgeted before asking,
"Do you think I talked too much?"
Damian looked you in the eyes for a moment, he shook his head and tilted it to the side.
"No."
You leaned in a bit towards him and his face twitched.
"Really?"
He kept eye contact for a moment before looking away, rolling his eyes he sighed.
"Yes, you were fine. L/N. Honestly."
You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief as your heart began to slow in your chest. Slow back to a normal beating. Gathering your things, you pulled your bag onto your shoulder and stood up. Damian stood up as well. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could Kenna walked over to the two of you.
She gave you a strange look before turning towards Damian. Batting her eyes, she smiled at him and began twirling a piece of her hair.
"What did you think of my analysis Damian?"
He raised an eyebrow at her and you rolled your eyes. Of course, she'd do that, she had been trying her hardest to make you friendless since you arrived at Gotham Academy.
"It is a tired take on Romeo and Juliet. One, millions of people have already given. And yet you spoke for ten minutes on the matter. "
You had to press a hand to your face to stop from bursting out laughing. Turning away from the two of them you let out silent laughter and shook your head.
Kenna was silent for a moment before huffing, the sound of her arms crossing.
"Did- Well I'm sorry you think that. I was just- I was just saying what I thought he wanted. I do however think differently. I mean what else was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to make up some bs about it?"
You froze and turned back finding Kenna glaring at you and you raised an eyebrow, a smile daring to jump onto your face.
"L/N's was at least a new look on it. Yours was something I've heard thousands of time. You could have tried to make it a bit different but no, the same droning as everyone else."
A cough almost covered the laugher that escaped you. Pressing a hand to your mouth again you looked and found Kenna staring stunned at Damian who was half smiling at you. Cheeks flushed slightly.
He sighed and turned back to Kenna who was opening and closing her mouth.
"If you have nothing else to say I need to leave. L/N is coming with me." Damian paused for a moment looking back to you, "Father needs a report about your grades."
He tightened his grip on his bag before looking at Kenna.
"Unlike some, you didn't pay to be here."
This time you couldn't stop yourself, laughter exploded from you as Damian pushed passed Kenna and grabbed onto your arm, pulling you out of the classroom.
Shrieking with laughter you swatted at his arm and begrudgingly were dragged along. It wasn't until you made it outside you were able to get a hold of yourself.
Skidding to a stop you waved your hand forcing air into your lungs as the remaining laughter escaped you. Pressing a hand to your face you bent over and shook.
"I-i." You began laughing, "I can't believe you just did that!"
Damian shrugged his cheeks more flushed as he gestured towards a car with Alfred standing outside of it.
"She was being annoying, it doesn't matter. Let's go."
Damian then proceeded to make a beeline for the car, and you sighed before following after him. This was going to be a long day.
"A's in all of my classes and I'm third in class. I would be second but Damian is first and Sylv Mencken is second. They are really really smart! Anyways, I've been turning in all of my assignments and getting good grades on them!" You remarked as Bruce Wayne nodded from his seat at his desk.
He looked up from his papers with a smile and he set the papers down.
"I'm glad everything is going so well for you Y/N."
You smiled and nodded, "Me too."
Mr. Wayne gestured towards the door, "Well I'd be happy to have you come by any time. I will be seeing you at dinner I assume?"
"Of course!"
With that you gave a messy curtsy which seemed to alarm Mr. Wayne and hurried out the door. Wandering around, you began to look for Damian. Wandering away from Mr. Wayne's office you walked towards the library when you heard voices talking.
“I can’t get them out of my head.” Damian remarked clearly frustrated.
A familiar snort and voice followed, “They call that love dumbass.”
"I am looking for help Todd."
The sound of pages turning hit your ears as you got closer to the slightly open door.
"They why don't you go talk to Dick? He's better at this stuff."
There was a pause of silence as you reached the heavy wood door and felt the urge to not go in just yet.
"Richard.... I am unable to ask him for help because he would take things too far. And he might tell them."
"Oh, okay. I guess you should tell them you like them? I don't know demon spawn."
"I believe they like someone else."
"And? You're a catch. You may be a bat brat and possibly not human but you're not grotesque. Flirt with them. You've got looks, money and surprisingly good taste in books."
There was a slight growl and you decided now would be the best time to go in. Go in and stop Jason from being killed.
Pushing the door open, you poked your head into the room to see Jason sitting across from Damian a book in his hands.
Jason looked up and spotted you then smiled. He turned back towards Damian an eyebrow raised. Damian glared at him his hand rested on something next to him is that? NO!
"Oi, Wayne what are you doing?" You snapped marching towards him and yanking the katana from his hands.
"You are soo not going to use this. Are you insane? It could kill someone? Do you want your brother to die?"
"Been there done that." Jason coughed.
Ignoring Jason you looked at Damian who sighed and nodded. You smiled and handed him back his katana.
"Come on, I'm sure there's something we can do to help Alfred with dinner."
You turned hearing to sound of footsteps and a gasp. You turned to see Dick and Tim standing in the doorway eyes wide.
Dick swatted at Tim whose mouth was dropped.
"Did she just tell him what to do?" Tim asked.
"Did he just listen?" Dick replied.
You rolled your eyes and pushed passed them, turning to see Damian trailing behind you.
"Wait," Dick said, "Alfred told us to come and get you!"
You paused and turned back, and eyebrow raised.
"Dinner's ready." Tim remarked.
You nodded and continued on your way down towards the dining room. Upon arriving you saw a blonde girl chatting with Cass with a redhead on her other side. She looked up as soon as you came in and her brow furrowed.
She looked to the table in the middle of the room and Bruce sitting at the head of it and gestured to you.
"Bruce, don't tell me you got another one!"
The redhead snorted and you blinked in confusion. Another one of what? Shaking your head, you smiled and stepped forwards.
"I'm Y/N L/N I've gotten a special scholarship because of Mr. Wayne so I can go to Gotham Academy."
The blonde's jaw dropped, and the redhead closed her eyes shaking her head as she clearly fought off laughter.
"You're real? I thought that Damian was lying!"
You blinked opening your mouth as Cass blinked as well looking up at the blonde girl.
"Brown," Damian hissed moving towards her.
You stuck an arm out and shook your head. He looked at you for a moment his face going soft before nodding.
"Yes," You turned back towards her, "I'm real and we are friends."
Behind you, you heard someone cough something that sounded like, "I thought you were more."
Before anyone could say anything else, Alfred came into the room and gave everyone a stern look. Soon you were all seated at the table as he brought out the meal.
"So," The blonde began smiling in a strange way, "we've heard a lot about you Y/N. Have you heard anything about us?"
You furrowed your brow as you tried to remember. Damian usually only called people by their last names, so you didn't technically know their names, but you had heard of them.
"Uh sort of? I know your brown, and you" You pointed to the redhead thinking for a moment, "Gordan? He never calls you by your first names."
The blonde looked at Damian who was sitting next to who and raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Oh well I'm Stephanie, everyone calls me Steph though. And she is Barabra or Babs."
You nodded and gave a tight smile feeling like everyone was staring at you. Taking in a breath you began fiddling with your fingers only for Damian to reach over and take your hand.
You looked to him and found him glaring at Steph and shooting glares at anyone looking your way.
Was he upset with them? He couldn't have known they made you uncomfortable right? Maybe he was just upset because you said he never calls them by name. But he does that with everyone, what was going on?
"Stop being rude." Damian snapped causing Tim's jaw to drop.
You winced; this was your fault. Why couldn't you just do things right?
"Sorry I-" You began when Dick cleared his throat.
"So, Y/N." He began, "Damian says that you are thinking of going into business once you graduate?
You shrugged, "I don't know. I do believe business looks interesting but there are so many interesting things out there you know?"
You looked to Tim and gestured at him, "I mean I'm like low-key in awe of you. A CEO at seventeen? Wow, but like I don't really think I'm cut out for business. I love animals so I might do something with them. I-i. I guess I don't know."
Steph blinked before her face flushed and she began snorting and Barabra patted her on the back. Biting your lip, you looked away from them and began fiddling with your fingers again.
"Sorry, I tend to talk to mu-"
"No, you don't" Damian interrupted.
Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms with a huff and continued, "You know what you're talking about have a lovely voice and get to the point. You talk a fine amount."
You blinked a few times feeling heat flush over you. You know what you're talking about? You get to the point? You never thought you did... but if Damian did maybe you were wrong.
"What-" Jason began choking back laughter as him and Tim were red in the face, "What was that middle one de- Damian?"
Damian opened his mouth when suddenly his face and ears flushed red. Glaring at the two of them, he growled, and Mr. Wayne sighed.
Alfred walked into the room noting the tension and sighed before walking back out.
"We all love having you here Y/N." Dick suddenly said capturing your attention.
"Especially Damian." Tim muttered in what seemed confusion.
Looking over at Damian, you found him staring at you and you flushed before looking away. Did....
Can you PLEASE PLEASE do Damian Wayne x reader first date headcannons?
Honestly, I'm probably gonna be shit at this. I haven't ever really done head canons but I'm happy to try!
Quick note, this is just my personal opinion y'all are free to disagree.
This boy is going to be nervous as heck!
BTW he was more then likely the one to ask you out.
It may or may not have been in a weird kind of "I don't want to go out with you but do you wanna go out with me " way
He will take you to the most upscale restaurant in town and not tell you about it
Will most definitely arrive to pick you up in a limo with Alfred driving who he talked to about you the entire drive there
About how smart you were, how funny and how you love animals almost as much as he did
This of course was all because Alfred asked what you were like
So upon arriving to pick you up he has a bouquet of your favorite flowers and if you didn't like flowers he'd have something you did like with him like a favorite candy or even a special addition of your favorite book (Something he learned from Jason) and more then likely flowers for your mother, sister or whatever female guardian cares for you
He would go to your door to pick you up and greet whoever answered politely
He won't care what you wear, thinking you're beautiful no matter what
he will escort you to and from the car opening your door
Instead of talking to you in the car he's probably frantically going over all the conversation topics he planned out with Dick.
Remembering how Duke had said to Damian to just be himself and talk about things that you liked
The ride to the restaurant was awkward, but as soon as you got inside Damian began talking to you almost normally
he would watch you as you spoke, the way you smiled and laughed
It embarrassed him whenever you caught him, but he still kept doing it
You were able to convince him to take turns taking about each other
He would ask questions about you and you would respond then ask about him
The questions he seemed to have the most fun answers were about his family and pets
Every once in a while, Damian would take a deep breath in and he seemed to be rubbing circles on the table, he would look around and count things as Tim suggested he do to calm down
Damian pays the bill
However another table sends over a dessert for two and you
The waiter who brought it over was strange, a blonde girl with a fake moustache on who seemed to make Damian incredibly angry
You couldn't care less when he explained it was one of his siblings and there were probably more of them hanging around
"I bet they would be especially annoyed if you just ignored them, considering what you've told me they want you to react."
Damian paused for a moment before agreeing with you and he much like you began digging into the dessert
Off to the side in disguise Tim and Cass sat with a mini camera sending a feed back to the Batcave where Dick, Jason, Bruce, Babs and Duke watched
Cass watched for a moment before she tapped Tim on the shoulder
'We should go' She signed to him 'he seems really happy'
Tim watched his brother just for a moment as Steph sank down in a seat right behind him a waiter's uniform on and a fake mustache on her face
"The date's basically over so why not"
Steph blinked in confusion as Tim and Cass grabbed her by the arms and dragged her out of the restaurant
Meanwhile you and Damian clean and stacked up your plates, at your instance and left, with Damian leaving a large tip
Walking outside Damian guided you back to the limo and opened the door for you
You both got in but this time you continued chatting
Chatting until you got home and he walked you to your door
You smiled at him and kissed his cheek
"I'd be happy to do this again Damian."
Seemingly without thinking he replied, "So would I."
You laughed and waved goodbye before heading inside
Meanwhile Damian went back to the limo and slid in the family group chat bursting with messages
Todd: Man demon-spawn I've never seen you smile like that before
Brown: I can't believe the Bat brat has feelings!
Richard: Little D! That was so cute!
Suddenly another text popped up and Damian opened it
Drake: You owe me
For a moment Damian flashed back to all the dates he had ruined of Tim's and sighed
Damian: Thank you, for not ruining it
There was a string of dots before Tim replied
Drake: Say that to me in person and on your next date bring Y/N for a family dinner, we're even.
With a sigh Damian thought back to your reaction and nodded before agreeing
If I may request older!Damian x reader where they were together then she 'dies' but not really... Like he thinks she died - and was completely heartbroken - but she's actually alive... And they're reunited by coincidence... And he breaks down seeing her, thinking at first he's hallucinating.
I hope you got what I mean bc I'm awful at explaining :')
Thanks anyway, can't wait to read more of your writing!!
Type: One-Shot
Pairing: Vigilante! Reader x Older! Damian Wayne/ Robin
Content: cursing, some violence, memory loss, might traumatize some
Word Count: 3,174
P.S: Soooo I kinda changed the request but that was mainly due to the need to write this amnesia! reader and relive my percy jackson obsession days. (If you know you know) sooo yeah sorry, not so sorry.
When you woke up with a splitting headache in a hospital with machines screaming and pulsing, you didn't know what to do. For one you didn't remember- well you didn't exactly remember anything. All you could remember was someone shouting a name. A name you assumed was your own.
The agonizing screams seemed to haunt your dreams, waking you always were shaken with the screams still in your ears. What seemed the worst about screams was not that they still echoed in your ears but that you weren't scared when you heard them. No, your heart seemed to ache and part of you-almost all of you yearned to stop the persons screams. To stop and comfort them, to let him know you were alright and alive, and he had no reason to scream.
He... he it was a he? This person from your dreams, this person who knew you before you lost everything seemed to care for you so- that he screamed almost bloodcurdlingly your name.
It hurt, so badly to know someone out there might love or care about you so much.
Sitting in the homeless shelter you stared at the wall as the screams still echoed in your ears. A hand pressed onto your shoulder you blinked and found a fellow street kid, Saph.
"You alright Y/N?"
You nodded slowly.
"I think," you began, "I've got a clue into my past."
They blinked and sank down next to your eyes wide. Ever since you entered the home, they had been kind and loving to you.
"What did you figure out?"
You sighed and squeezed your hands together.
"The voice I hear, the screams... it's a guy. I know that much... I don't know who or what yet and- and I just know he loved me. And, and it kind of hurts."
Saph let out a sigh and squeezed your shoulder sniffing. They tended to be very empathetic. So much so they would cry if you said anything slightly sad.
"So, you know it's a he, and he loved you?"
You nodded, "Yeah, he really really loved me."
Saph raised their head suddenly and looked at you.
"Do- do you know if he's alive?"
You passed and your heart ached.
"I don't know... I think he might be hurt or dead, but I don't know, and I'm really really worried liked what if he died during the- the."
"The what Y/N?"
The sound of a T.V crackling on caused you flinch and you blinked staring at the wall as you almost saw a face.
"Uh.. the- I don't know."
Shaking your head, you place your face into your hands and sighed. Why could you remember? Why was all of it faded, blurry or not there at all.
"It'll be okay Y/N, you'll remember eventually. Remember what the doc said? It will all come back you just gotta give it time."
There was a sound on the t.v, loud a lot like when something hits the ground but stronger... more destructive almost. Like boom... boom- EXPLOSION!
"Explosion." you muttered, "it was an explosion."
"Explosion? IS that what caused your memory loss?"
You nodded, "I- I think so."
"Yes, my father and I will be visiting shelters to see how the new implemented technology is working."
The voice-it seemed so familiar, and you blinked turning around to see Nico sitting in front of the t.v. A boy-well man a little older then you thought you were was on the screen. He looked upset and his eyes were loaded with bags covered by crappy makeup.
Your heart leapt and you launched yourself forward to Nico's side. He flinched and you pointed a the t.v. your chest aching and eyes stinging.
"Is- is this recent?"
Nico looked at the screen then back at you and nodded slowly, "this is live Y/N."
Live- live alive. Oh god.
Your throat burned and your eyes stung worse as water-tears streamed down your face and your knees went weak. Your body sank towards the floor and your heart and soul seemed to sing. To be lighter then before.
"Y/n!" Saph exclaimed rushing over to you, "Are you alright?"
You nodded then shook your head.
"I don't know I think so. i-I'm better relieved and and I don't know why."
Saph looked at the tv and tilted their head. Them hummed before looking back at you.
"Didn't they say you were found near Gotham?"
You shrugged wiping your nose as you tried to avoid looking at the t.v. but your mind kept drawing you back to it.
Nico had paused whatever he was watching, and the man sat frozen looking away from the screen his green eyes sad and blank. Sad, why was he so sad?
"Do- do you think he's the guy?"
You blinked looking away from the screen to see both Saph and Nico staring at you. You shrugged.
"I- i honestly don't know... what- what's his name?"
"Damian, Damian Wayne. He's the prince of Gotham Bruce Wayne's son."
You blinked a few times before looking to Saph.
"Doesn't Wayne industries fund this shelter?"
Saph nodded and you furrowed your brow. Sinking onto your but. Damian, Damian, Damian. it just sounded so right.
"If he's the guy we should call him up! Tell him you're here. Maybe you can figure out more about your past." Nico offered.
You shook your head. You- you couldn't risk it. Not if it wasn't. If you got your hopes up only to have them, come crashing down... it would break your heart.
"I- It might not be him. They might just look really similar. We don't know. and and I don't want to bother anyone if we're wrong." You said, "like Saph said I just have to wait. Eventually my memories will return."
Saph and Nico gave you strange look and you pushed yourself off of the floor. Everything was going to be okay. Everything was going to be alright you knew it.
You couldn't sleep. The sound of his voice screaming that heart breaking scream of your name seemed too now be on repeat. All you could think about was the pain he was in, and how sad he looked... but that wasn't him right? There was no way the boy who screamed your name so passionately was the son of the most notorious playboy in Gotham. Wait... how did you know that? You barely even knew who Bruce Wayne was till today. How did you know he was a playboy? What was going on?
You mind screamed and fought with itself and you became almost certain that the boy's voice in your head was none other then Damian Wayne's.
Fidgeting in your bed you realized you weren't going to sleep. Not until you saw him, not until he knew what you knew. That the both of you were alive.
But-but why would he think you're dead... you thought he was dead, so he thought you were? You didn't like not knowing. Not understanding why this boy made your chest ache and heartbeat so fiercely. Or why the sound of his cry made you want to scream and shout and sob.
Pushing yourself from you bed you nodded. The only logical conclusion was to go and find him in Gotham. What else could you do? It's true you said to Saph and Nico you'd wait but-but your reasoning skills had a habit of fading during the night and for some reason your blood always pumped faster, and adrenaline coursed through you.
Moving towards the office of the manager of the shelter you knocked gently. The light inside flickered before you saw Sheran's weary face.
"Hey kiddo what's up."
You winced before quickly explaining everything to her. She blinked and nodded slowly. Rubbing her forehead, she shrugged.
"It can't be helped; you need to go. Going to Gotham might speed up your recovery process. I can send you there with some money. But I don't know where you're going to stay."
Your stomach swirled with excitment and you gave her a smile.
"I'm sure I'll figure it out. Thank you so much!"
She shrugged before patting your head, "It's nothing kiddo. I'm assuming you want to leave now."
You nodded and she sighed again. Moving back into her office she yanked open a drawer, pulling out a wad of paper and a strange rectangular thing she handed both to you.
With the paper in your hands, you were able to identify it as cash. And a lot of it. The rectangle though it- it was a taser. You didn't know how you knew but you did.
"A taser? Are you sure I can take this?" You asked
Sheran blinked before nodding slowly, "yeah I have a few extra lying around you're fine to take that one... I'm a bit surprised you know what is though. But if you are from Gotham, it makes a bit more sense."
With that she smiled and hugged you tightly before sending you on your way.
The train ride to Gotham seemed long, very long but for some reason you knew you had been on longer trips. Laughter echoed in your ears and the second you entered Gotham you spotted buildings with way too familiar graffiti and bat symbols that seemed to put you at ease.
The second your feet hit the pavement; you knew something just felt right. The smell, though it was musty and reeked of oil and a little of death it was comforting in how familiar it felt.
Leaving the train station, you made you way down some streets that seemed right. But you ended up in a grimy and dark alley. With the sun fading in the sky, you knew you had to find somewhere to crash for the night.
Maybe you could find another shelter? You didn't know, but it was getting late, and your nerves were beginning to tense.
You turned to leave when you heard a soft meowing. Turning back around you spotted a small kitten poking its head out from in between two trashcans. Its bright green eyes glimmered at you and black fur seemed familiar. Walking towards the cat you crouched down and held out your hand.
"Hello there," You mumbled.
For a moment, the cat just stared at you. But then, but then it slowly moved towards you. Finally stopping at your hand. You moved it a bit closer, and the cat let out another meow before beginning to purr and press its body against your hand. You smiled, something about this causing your heart to slow and chest to ache.
"Little kitten- oh there you are... what do we have here?" A soft voice remarked causing you to look up.
A dark-haired woman in an almost black outfit looked you up and down. Her eyes glimmered as she almost smiled, staring at you and the cat.
"Uh, hi." You began weakly as the cat crawled into your arms, "is this your cat?"
The woman blinked looked you over and nodded slowly.
"Yes, he is mine... are you alright?"
Something in you settled almost as if you knew you could trust this woman and you shook your head.
"I- I don't have anywhere to stay and I don't really know where I am... do you know where the nearest shelter is?"
The woman smiled before tilting her head.
"No, but I have a better idea. Since you helped me find my cat. You can stay with me. And tell me about this situation you've found yourself in why don't you?"
You hesitated for a moment, but the cat purred in your arms and everything about this seemed safe and right. You nodded slowly rising.
"O-okay. I- I'm Y/N what's your name?"
The woman smiled before looking you over once again.
"Selina, I think we will have much to talk about. This way."
Selina was very kind, giving you a place to stay and hearing out your entire story. She seemed interested and concerned. And she was very helpful. When you explained that you were looking for someone and who, she informed you about the Waynes.
"They aren't terrible people just terribly wealthily. And the youngest Damian and his father currently are out on business."
You shrank into yourself. So, he wasn't here. Great. This whole trip seemed to be a waste. Though meeting Selina was rather nice.
You sighed, pulling your legs to your chest as you watched the sun rise. Nerves and disappointment had kept you up all night. Somewhere around two, Selina left. You assumed she thought you were asleep. Mainly because when she returned, just as the sun fully rose into the sky, she seemed surprised to see you staring out the window.
"Did you sleep at all kitten?"
You shook your head; you hadn't told her exactly everything but a big chunk of what had happened to you.
"I remember one thing," You began, hearing her set things down, "One thing about my past and it's not even really a thing. Just a voice, a voice screaming my name. Or at least I think it's my name. They sound so scared- so heartbroken. And and I just want to tell them I'm alright. To let him know I'm alive so he doesn't need to be scared anymore. But- but I can't remember. I can't remember who he really is or who I am. I can't remember why he should be so scared for me and it... it makes me lose sleep. Because the only thing I can seem to hear is that scream."
Selina had gone quiet, then you heard her footsteps as she approached you. Something was slid across your shoulder, and you watched as a long rectangular paper fell into your lap. A ticket, a ticket to take you back to the shelter. Back t Sheran and Saph and Nico. Back so you could remember in your own time.
"Thank you," You whisper as you heard her retreat, "thank you for all you've done for me. Even- even though I don't even know who you are."
Selina was still silent when the thought crossed your mind.
"You knew me, didn't you?"
"Not exactly kitten. Not exactly."
Looking behind you, you smiled.
"Well thank you anyways. I'm glad I was- I was able to know someone who at least kind of knew me."
You pushed yourself to your feet and began gathering your things. You went to walk out but paused by the door.
"Y/N," Selina said and your turned back, "that is your name. You don't need to worry about that."
You smiled and nodded before turning and walking out the door.
The train ride back seemed too fast, quickly passing through Gotham and its comforts. Passing through the city that was your home before you forgot everything. Taking you back to unknowing.
By the time you got back to the shelter everything was getting quiet and the sun was once again crisp on the horizon. You wander back in, greeting those you met and set your stuff on to your bed. Before you could unpack however Saph stopped you.
"Y/N! I'm so glad you're back, how was it?"
You shrugged before flopping onto your bed.
"I don't know. I didn't really learn anything. I mean unless you count knowing the name, I've been using is my name. But I already kinda knew that."
Saph nodded clearly half paying attention.
"That's nice, The Waynes are here."
You sat up looking them in the eyes, "what?"
"The Waynes, Bruce and Damian are here. Apparently, they put in this new tech in each shelter and the two of them have been going around making sure it's working properly. Have been for like a month. Ours is the last before they head back to Gotham."
You froze, your throat going dry as something in your head began to beat. Like a drum thumping and thudding over and over and over again. Your heart matched the beat, and your body went numb.
Thump
thump-thump
thump-thump-thump
thump-thump-thump-thump
thumpthump-thump-thump
thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump-
"Y/N, breathe come on it's okay."
You took in a breath and Saph let out a sigh of relief. They gave you a look before grabbing onto your hand and yanking you to your feet.
"Damian Wayne is alone in the therapy room right now. I think you should go talk to him."
You shook your head, and they began pulling you. You swallowed wanting to dig your feet in but Saph's hand were light and you knew they were right.
So, you let them pull you towards the room. Push the door open and shove you in.
The room was somewhat dark and sitting in a chair was him. He looked tired and broken. Staring at his phone he looked up and then back down only to double take. He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head.
"Are you-" You found yourself asking as you noticed his scratched knuckles and cut lip, "are you alright?"
"Just ignore it," He whispered to himself, "ignore it."
You took in a breath and took a step towards him. His voice-God, his voice sounded so different and so similar that scream.
"I hear you," You whispered, "in my head, screaming. And I know it's you and you're here and alive."
"She's not here, she's dead it's not real, it's not real it's not real-"
Your heart screamed and you felt something in you break as you slammed your fists against the table.
"I am real!" You snapped causing him to look at you.
Panting you shook your head and he swallowed, looking at you as if he finally saw you.
"I remember hitting my head," You began waving your hands around. "an explosion and you- you screaming my name and I remember to knowing who you were or why you were screaming my name just that you were worried and scared and that you loved me."
" I remember hearing your voice and seeing your face on the t.v. and realizing that you were the voice in my head. I remember seeing the sadness in your eyes and my heart aching and crying because you were alive but you were so sad. I remember wanting to make that sadness go away." You rambled
Damian stared at you his eyes wide and you pressed on. The door behind you creaked open but you ignored it.
"But I don't remember who I am, I don't really remember anything just that I loved you and hated to hear you crying my name in such a way. I remembered you and and how much you loved me, but I don't know who I am, I don't know anything. I know I love you but but-" You broke off shaking you head as you watched tears spill down his face and hot ones stain your cheeks.
"Who am I? Who- Who am I? Please please tell me. Who am I? "
Can you do a Tim Drake x Reader where the reader is an anti-hero in Gotham and she has a thing with Red Robin and he starts to get busy and kinda wants her to become a hero so they can be partners but the reader sees him as controlling and can you use 2 + 23 from the angst prompts and 17 from the fluff prompts?
Type: One-Shot
Pairing: Fem! and Anti-Hero! Reader x Tim Drake/Red Robin
Prompts: ✢2: “Did I ever really matter to you? Or was it all just a game?” ✢23: “Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” ☙17: “Leaving was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” “And why is that?” “Because I’m in love with you.”
Content: Cursing, angst but also fluff and worries
Word Count: 1,087
(P.S. The fluff prompt just made me want to give it a happy ending, plus I'm in a really fluff writing mood.)
You hadn't known how painful love could be until you fell for the wrong guy. He was funny, sweet, a complete dork and brilliant. But he was also a vigilante and and controlling.
While it's true you'd been basically with Red Robin for almost a year, it was also true that for some reason he'd been badgering you about switching sides. Going from a criminal into a hero. A vigilante just like him. So, then you'd have to follow his orders. You'd have to be under his watch and control.
It made your mind buzz and scream, thinking about all the reasons why and all the reasons you weren't going to be a hero. Conversations with him and the words you so badly wanted to say but never did.
"Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain."
The words fit so perfectly your opinion. You had heard all about the heroes who had died and sometimes when he went off on missions your heart would go still and throat dry. You would worry about him constantly, worry whether or not he was alive or dead and if he was in danger or safe.
It was tiring. Constantly being worried and knowing you'd either be stuck with the worry or join him. Join his side and turn your back on everything you've ever known.
So, when he got busy, you got lost. At least for a while, that was until you heard he was back in town and looking for you. And though it hurt, though it hurt viciously you avoided him best you could.
However, he was Red Robin and an amazing detective, it didn't take long for him to find you.
"Y/N, stop."
You froze, locking your jaw and shaking your head. He had found you... and-and part of you wondered who had told him. You'd left no trace and hid in a place he wouldn't expect. Used cash and a fake name.
Something people in Gotham do often. So how- even though he was an amazing detective, how did he find you?
You turned seeing him standing in the doorway dressed in costume panting. He looked relief and hurt and every part of you wanted to lean into him, let him talk to you and talk you out of hiding once again. But-but you knew better.
"What? Come to order me around again?"
Red Robin shook his head and you laughed, bitterly; you didn't want to even give him a chance to 'make things right'.
You laughed, feeling something building up in your throat and a stinging starting in your eyes. Letting out a breath you swallowed tears, fighting off the words and shouts you wanted to say but after a year, after so much heart break you couldn't do it.
"Did I ever really matter to you? Or was it all just a game?"
Red Robin flinched and you shook your head, feeling the hot tears spill down your face. Your throat burned and everything began to blur. You couldn't do this anymore. You couldn't take the worry or the pain. Not anymore.
"I-i I can't do this anymore!"
Sniffing you shook your head and wiped at your eyes. Everything was falling apart despite the fact that you so badly want to be with him and so badly wanted him to be safe.
"I'm tired of worrying, I'm tired of having to watch my every move so I don't upset you! I don't want to be controlled! I don't want to have be stuck with the idea of you- and you being dead! Just leave, go away!"
"I'm not going away," He began taking a step closer to you, " I-I'm worried as well and and, I wasn't trying to control you. At least I didn't mean to come across this way. I just thought you'd be safer and-and I want you to be safe. But if you don't want to, if you don't want to, I won't make you."
You narrowed your eyes; your breath hiccupping and you shook your head. You'd been lied to too many times by others and it was clear he was-he was like them. Right?
"I don't believe you, so just go. Leave."
There was silence and you let out a breath shaking your head tears hot on your face.
"Like you did?"
Red Robin-no Tim's voice was cracking, and you heard the pain. Ir was almost as if you felt it yourself. You whorled around to meet his eyes, his actual eyes not ones hidden behind a mask.
“Leaving was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” You snapped hiccupping even more, "you will never understand how difficult it was for me. To hide and leave every time I heard you were back in town. It nearly killed me."
The words raced from your lips making a weight in your chest increase.
“And why is that?” He asked stepping forwards
Throwing your hands out you shouted, "Because I’m in love with you."
Tim blinked and swallowed. His face flushing red and you panted turning away from him. How could you just say that? How could you tell him when you were trying so hard to push him away?
A hand was on your shoulder, and you were spun around coming face to face with him. Face red and mouth twitching Tim looked you in the eyes, clearly reluctantly.
"You-you love me?"
You looked away from him and nodded slowly. Even though you've spent a year of pain and worry you couldn't help but love him. You couldn't help but want to keep him close and keep him alive.
"And-and what do you think I feel about you?"
You blinked, looking towards him. Clearly, he-he... you hadn't thought of it. Did he feel the same or or was it more complicated? Did he just want to control you? If so, why didn't he leave people watching over you when he left? Why didn't he push his ideals more?
"I," You began, "I don't know."
"I feel the same way, idiot!"
You sniffed looking up at him and swatted at him chest.
"Rude." You said.
He smiled and leaned forwards, pressing his forehead against yours he sighed.
"Please don't leave again."
You swallowed and looked at his face pressed against yours. He didn't want you to leave and was asking instead of telling. There was no way he-he was controlling right?
"I'll try." You replied wrapping your arms around him, "I'll try."
