WHO'S DATING WHO?!
requested | by anon pairing | barry allen x wayne! reader. platonic damian x wayne! reader summary | you and barry are dating, this is shocking news to just about everyone
A gust of wind sending the papers on your desk flying heralds his arrival, the only warning you get before there’s a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind and a needy speedster nuzzling into your neck with a contented sigh.
"I missed you," Barry murmurs, breath warm against your skin, lips gently grazing the junction of your neck and shoulder as you let out a giggle.
"You saw me thirty minutes ago."
"Yeah, and that’s too long without you." It was disgustingly cheesy, and it would have been an immediate ick had anyone else said it, but this was Barry, and everything he did had butterflies writhing in your stomach like a little schoolgirl.
"Spending the night and having breakfast together wasn’t enough? You’re not sick of me?" The relationship was still relatively new, Barry spending the night an even newer development, but one that you loved regardless.
"Never." It’s said with such conviction, his tone suddenly far more serious than before, that you can’t help the way your breath hitches and your stomach swoops.
"Hey, look at me." Barry spun you around with ease, cupping your cheek gently and staring at you with more devotion than you deserved. "We could spend an eternity together, and I’d still want more time."
"That’s not fair." You weakly protested, legs suddenly feeling like jelly.
"What’s not fair?"
"You saying shit like that!" Your cheeks warmed, an unfamiliar cacophony of butterflies raving in your stomach. You were a Wayne; men didn’t fluster you. You ate them alive, but here was Barry Allen — dorky, socially awkward Barry — of all people, making you swoon in your office with just a few words.
"It’s the truth, though." He murmured, thumb rubbing circles against your cheek as he continued to stare at you with those adoring eyes.
"You — Just shut up and kiss me already." You huffed, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt none too gently.
Barry grinned, eager to obey your command, "as the lady wishes."
You don’t think you could ever tire of kissing Barry, not when each kiss had the world falling away until all what was left was Barry’s lips against yours. It’s for this reason that you think you could be forgiven for failing to notice the door to your office opening.
"amto are you— what are you doing?!" The sudden, horrified shriek had you practically leaping away from Barry swiftly, as if you were the speedster.
"Damian! What are—" You coughed, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart as you pasted a fake smile across your face, "what are you doing here?"
"Never mind that!" The teen scowled, pointing an accusing finger at a visibly nervous Barry, "What are you doing with him!"
Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, you can't help but be deliberately obtuse, "I know you know what kissing is, Dami."
You're rewarded with an even deadlier scowl that has you wanting to coo over how adorable he is, "don't play dumb, I mean, why are you kissing him? How long has this been a... thing?" His nose scrunched as he gestured between you and Barry.
There's an uncertainty in his eyes, something you could almost call insecurity, that has you softening instantly. Stepping toward him, you ran a comforting hand over his hair, "It's still pretty new," you admitted.
"And you felt the need to hide it?" It goes unsaid, but you hear the underlying questions. Why did you keep it from me? Do you not trust me?
"Hmm, it's not that we were hiding it per se," you absolutely were, "we just wanted to make sure it was a permanent thing before we let everybody know."
Whatever Damian's initial concerns were, they were quickly shoved aside at your words. "Why wouldn't it be permanent? Is amto not good enough for you?"
"More like I'm not good enough for her." Barry earnestly stated. You could tell Damian was a little taken aback by his sincerity, pausing for a few seconds to study Barry, trying to discern any ounce of a lie.
Eventually, Damian gave a nod, satisfied with whatever it was he'd seen in Barry's eyes, "as long as you know your place."
"Damian!" You gasped, horrified at his lack of manners, but he was unrepentant.
"What? There's not a man in the galaxy worthy of you." To your surprise, Barry only laughed, nodding in agreement and unintentionally solidifying a few points with your youngest nephew.
"So... Barry's an acceptable suitor then?" You joked.
Damian simply hummed, "If Wonder Woman is unavailable, then I suppose a speedster will suffice."
"Yeah", Barry nodded along before Damian's words registered, "wait, what?"
"You heard me."
Lying in bed that night, your hand threading through blond locks, you let out a contemplative hum, "You know, today didn't go as bad as I thought it would."
A few seconds pass with no answer, and for a moment, you think he's fallen asleep under your ministrations (it wouldn't be the first time, Barry was a sucker for head rubs).
"Barry?" Looking down at him, you were surprised to find wide, worried eyes staring up at you as his cheek rested on your chest, "What's on your—"
"Please don't leave me for Wonder Woman."
Mind.
You blink, registering his plea before bursting into giggles. "I promise I won't leave you for Diana," you kissed his forehead, waiting until he relaxed enough to jokingly add, "though if she asked..."
"That's not funny!"
Though you'd sworn Damian to secrecy, you were aware that the truth of your relationship was ever in danger of being exposed. Not by your devoutly loyal nephew, who was concerningly smug that he was "the only person you trusted with your secret," but by virtue of your family being a bunch of incessant sticky beaks.
Bruce had definitely caught on to the fact that you were seeing someone, Tim was throwing you increasingly suspicious glances each time you saw him, and you were pretty sure Cass already knew.
(Cass always knew)
It had been a few months now, and you were set on Barry; hell, even before you'd started officially dating, you were pretty sure your heart wouldn't have accepted another anyway.
Which just left you attempting to psych yourself up to spill the beans. Most of the children would (begrudgingly) be happy for you at least. Damian had certainly surprised you a little with how quickly he'd come around, though the jury was still out on Jason (you'd cross that bridge when you got there).
Really, it was just your brother who was the main holdout. Which was a little ridiculous because Bruce liked Barry. Respected him even, and outside of Clark and Diana, who didn't really count, Barry was probably the next favourite.
But Bruce had always been unreasonable, especially when it came to your love life. So you'd devised a plan, a reveal in a controlled environment under Alfred's watchful gaze, in the hopes that it would force him to behave at least a little bit.
Naturally, that all went tits up the second a League-wide mission saw you and Barry split up. Separated for hours until after the chaos had settled down, and you were back aboard the Watchtower, tending to the wounded.
"Are you alright?! I hear you were in the infirmary and—" You heard Barry before you saw him, hands gently gripping you and positioning your body until he was satisfied you were unhurt, all before you could so much as blink.
Grabbing his cheeks to stop the frantic movements, you rubbed comforting circles over the unmasked skin with an amused grin, "I'm ok. Did you forget I'm one of the League's medics?"
"I-oh." He blinked, cheeks reddening in embarrassment.
"Barry Allen, you dog!" Hal exclaimed from his place on the bed where you'd just been stitching him up, abruptly reminding the two of you that you weren't alone.
Unaware of or simply ignoring your dread, Hal continued to run his mouth. "I always knew you had it in you, man!"
"Riiiight," Barry drawled, an uncharacteristic frown on his face as he looked at his friend, "I seem to remember you telling me once that I didn't have a snowball's chance in hell."
That was news to you.
It was your turn to scowl at the still grinning Lantern before you turned back to Barry, "ignore him, baby. Hal's just a bitchless loser."
"Hey—" Hal's protests are abruptly drowned out by a sudden screech that has you dropping your forehead down to rest on Barry's in defeat
"Baby?! You?! Barry?! How—When?"
"Hello, Wally." You sighed, still refusing to look at the sputtering redhead. Even without a visual, you could tell he was gesticulating wildly
"Hello? That's it?!" Mentally counting to three, you prepared yourself to face Wally's hysterics and Hal's teasing.
"Yes, hello, Wally. Are you injured?" You were, after all, still in the infirmary, and you had a job to do.
"I hardly think that matters right now—"
"Wally."
"Wally!" You and Barry let out twin exclamations of disappointment.
"I'm fine." He quickly waves off your concern before he's suddenly right in front of you, fucking speedsters, and rattling off a string of questions too fast for you to decipher.
"Yes, Wally, we're dating. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but we wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while and—"
"And you decided to tell Hal before me?!"
"Jordan found out by accident when someone," you gave Barry the stink eye, "spilled the beans."
"Ok, so I'm the second person to know." Wally seemed to calm down a little at that, seemingly satisfied that Barry hadn't necessarily wanted to disclose your relationship to Hal.
"Well, no," Barry chuckled awkwardly as you mentally begged him to keep his mouth closed, "Damian was the first—"
"You told Damian before me?" Wally's voice had reached a pitch that was frankly a little impressive for a man his age, betrayal and offence splashed across his face.
"Told Damian what?"
Jesus Christ. As if there weren't enough clowns in the room, of course, Oliver Queen decided at that moment to enter the room.
"They're dating!" Wally and Hal instantly dobbed you in with varying levels of betrayal and glee.
"Wait? You and Barry are together? Since when?"
"That's what I've been saying!" Wally exclaimed, as if in thanks that someone was backing him up.
"Christ on a fucking cracker," you threw your arms in the air before forcing yourself to answer, "Yes, Barry and I are together. We've been together for two months. No, we haven't told anyone, because we knew you'd all react like this! Are you satisfied?"
"You and the Flash are what?" A familiar voice growled.
"Bruce!" Barry laughed nervously, subtly trying to inch his way behind you, offering you up like a sacrifice. Some hero.
Maybe it's the stress of the situation, compounded by dealing with the peanut gallery for the last few minutes. Or maybe it's just sheer acceptance and exhaustion at having to hide it from the world's most paranoid older brother. Either way, you steel your spine, feigning bravery as you give Bruce your best attempt at the icy stare reserved for Gotham's socialites, "I love him, and you're just going to have to deal with it."
A chorus of gasps rang through the room as Bruce's gaze narrowed beneath the cowl, the two of you remaining locked in a battle of wills.
"You love me?" Barry's voice is awe-filled, hesitant hope shining in his eyes as he waits for your confirmation, almost as if he hadn't believed his own ears.
Warmth fills your cheeks, embarrassment heavy in your gut at all the prying eyes. Reaching for his hands, you force down your discomfort, allowing your gaze to soften just for him, "How could I not? I love you, Barry. I think I have for months now."
"I love you too!" He practically yelled, nearly vibrating in excitement and overwhelming joy, before he pulled you in for a kiss.
For a few moments, the world stopped. It was just the two of you; nothing else mattered. Just you and Barry, in love.
At least until— "Yeah, Barry! Get in!"
"Lantern! Don't encourage them!" Bruce snapped, a twinge of hysteria that only one well acquainted with him would pick up on.
Pulling back a little, you rest your forehead against Barry's with a sigh.
"Time to go?" He murmured, fingers brushing softly over your waist and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"God, yes."
Though he didn't hear the words, Bruce must have picked up on what you and Barry were planning, taking a step forward with an outstretched hand, "wait, don't—"
Too late.
Barry had already taken you by the arm, speeding away and out of the watchtower without so much as a by your leave. The two of you had celebrating to do after all, the kind that needed to be done away from prying eyes.
