Damian Wayne x Abused Reader
Not often does Damian find something that truely brings peace to him.
Not often do you either.
You're a ball of sunshine of course at school.
How could you not be. You always wanted to brighten everyones day.
You always wanted to make everyone smile.
You took it as a personal challenge.
So when you set your sights on Damian you came to realize you had your work cut out for you.
He called you foolish, which okay kinda hurt sometimes but that wasn't going to stop you.
You were the kind of person that everyone always loved. You were kind, polite, smart, and insightful.
You cared deeply about others, people and animals alike.
You'd hardly had any trouble with others because you "were just so nice"
So when you couldn't make him smile you put more effort into it.
The day you get partnered up for an assignment you almost think it's your last the way he glares at you.
You skip over to him with a smile beaming on your face.
"Do you wanna meet at the library this weekend?" you asked hoping this will be the chance for you to make him smile. Even if it's just a little bit.
He raises an eyebrow, "The public library?"
You nod, "Unless you'd rather meet somewhere else?"
He sighs, "No that works fine."
You open up your phone to create a new contact, "Here, put your number in that way we can coordinate better."
He looked to you and then your phone like it was dirty, but reluctantly agreed.
You were grateful to have this opportunity. He looked...perturbed.
You were so happy about it that you ended up missing the bell and being the last out of class.
When you get outside you see your father smoking in the car.
He gave you a glare and it felt like a shock went up your spine.
He didn't like when you were late. Even if it was by a minute.
Normally he wouldn't even be picking you up.
Something must have happened today.
Getting in the passenger side you're deathly quiet.
Afraid.
That's the best word for it.
You were mind fumblingly afraid.
You hugged your backpack to your chest as he drove you home.
You squeezed it tightly to yourself. Knuckles going white as you did.
When you pulled up to the house you shot out of the car, eager to get inside and up to your room.
When you have you quickly stuff your phone into the backpack and put the backpack in your closet.
Out of sight, out of mind.
You hear you father call out downstairs and you waste no time flying back down.
He's standing there in the kitchen with your mom.
She looks pissed.
"How many times do I have to tell you." He slams his hand on the counter top and your entire body flies up and down.
You look between him and your mother for a moment.
What did you forget.
"You left breakfast on the counter."
Fuck.
You forgot to put it in the microwave.
You turn to run but he's on you in an instant.
He grabs your arm and you cave in on him.
"There was a fly in my fucking food when I came down this morning."
You let out a small cry.
He's hurting you.
It hurts when he bends your arm back like this.
When he squeezes it this hard.
When he lets go you lose your balance and fall to your knees.
You grip your wrist.
It's pulsing with pain. You can feel your heartbeat in it.
He grabs you by the hair though, you can't even manage to let the pulsing die down before you're trying to scramble to your feet.
He pulls you across the room while you try your best to relieve the pulling of your hair.
When you get across the room he grabs the plate you left out for him this morning and shoves your face into it.
Hot tears make their way down your face.
The plate clatters to the floor with you.
The food falling all over the tiles.
It's cold on your face still.
You sit there on the ground for a second in shock.
Then he's besides you again.
He kicks the food on the floor at you.
"Clean that up. You're not eating tonight."
You nod and scramble to your feet still crying.
You see your mothers face and she's glaring at you still.
She liked to watch stuff like this.
It never made sense to you, but then again the way they behaved never has, that's why you don't behave like them. It's how you justify how different you are.
When the foods all cleaned up you go over the ground an extra time. Just to be sure. You wipe the cabinets too. Just in case.
Once you're done you do what you're always supposed to.
You stand by the TV till you father pauses, "What?!"
"It's cleaned up."
He gets up off the couch and follow you into the kitchen. He looks it over. Then his hand comes up and he waves you off.
That night your wrist hurts so much you can't sleep.
This happens sometimes. He grabs something too hard. It hurts too much, for longer then it should.
You don't even bother looking. There's no doubt in your mind you'll find a bruise.
As you cry there you eventually fall asleep.
When you wake up you scramble.
The sun is up. You're late.
You're always up before the sun.
Always making your way out the door as the sun comes up.
Your father is going to kill you.
As that thought crosses your mind he comes barreling in.
"Your school called. Why the hell are you still here?"
Fuck.
You jump up scrambling, "I'm sorry. I overslept-"
His hand swats across your face.
Hitting the ground the sound is loud.
The thud. It rings in your ears as you move to get up.
He kicks your hand out from under you and the rest of your body collapses to the ground.
Then he sends a kick to your somach.
Then your chest.
You gasp out and he pauses.
You can't tell what passes behind his eyes, but he sends one more kick to your stomach before walking out.
"Stay in your room."
You nod quickly then he shuts your door.
You spend the rest of the day curled up and crying.
When you open your eyes later you realize it's dark.
Your fathers probably out with your mother drinking with their friends.
You let out a sigh in relief and make your way across the room to your phone.
When you open it you get 4 messages from different people asking why you weren't at school today.
The first two are your desk buddies in different classes. The third one of the girls who you promised to teach to braid their hair.
The last one is Damian.
His message isn't sweet, more so a kind of tough love.
"Is your immune system so weak that you'd fall too ill to come to school."
You let out a chuckle. That's one way of asking if you're sick.
You give a few quick messages, "Hey, sorry, I had a stomach ache so my dad thought it was best I stayed home today. I feel better now though, i'll be there tomorrow."
You get 2 messages back quickly, one "k" the other, "I'm glad you feel better."
Then you see Damians typing bubbles pop up. Then disappear.
He doesn't message back, but you know he's seen your message.
You make your way out of your room to the bathroom.
Turning on the light and pulling up your shirt.
It looks nasty.
You can see the entire line where your hip bone is at. It's blue surrounded by green on the edges.
Same thing outlining your ribs on the right.
You can see exactly where each kick landed.
You check the back and there's nothing there thankfully.
If there was this would be a whole different story.
You make your way back to bed too afraid to sleep.
So you put on your school uniform for the morning, grab your backpack and phone. Stuff an extra pair of clothes into your backpack with your charger and a bottle of tylonel you stole months ago from the bathroom.
Then quickly make your way out of the house.
Your fathers probably expecting this. It happens after something like this every time.
You spend a week away from home. Then show back up the next Monday afternoon so you can shower.
You dodge your way out of the house. It's 9 pm so the library is closed by now.
You make your way there anyway.
The librarian always leaves the basement entrance unlocked for you.
You crawl down there and set the timer she keeps down there for 8 hours.
You use your backpack as a pillow and sleep on the carpet of the floor under the open stairs.
When you wake up you scramble to turn off the timer quick.
Then you bolt out the door again.
When you get to school everythings quiet for the day.
You keep to yourself still tired even though you slept for a good while.
You catch sight of Damian giving you an odd look.
You smile at him and he scoffs and turns his head.
After school you make your way back to the library where you meet the worlds loveliest college student, your favorite librarian.
She sees you and calls out, "Hey Y/n!"
You smile and run over she ruffles your hair and you grin up at her, "How was school?"
"It's was alright, pretty tired today."
You see her smile freeze for a second but she moves on quick.
She knows what you're going through.
Promises to take you in when she manages to move out herself.
She's like the older sister you never had.
When she's given a look around the room she looks back to you with a more tight face.
"How bad?"
You shrug, "I have some bruises. You can see the entire front of my right hip. It's not pretty looking."
She sighs deeply. "I'll get you out of there one day kiddo."
You nod, "I know I know, you need to focus on college for now though."
She gives a small nod.
Then she pulls 40 from her wallet, "Go get yourself some food. I know you haven't eaten."
You take it and give her a big hug, Then drop your backpack under her desk.
She always lets you leave it there.
You get yourself some McDonalds bringing back a slushie and large fries for your favorite librarian.
She sees it and lets out a squeal, "You are the light of my life, Thank you Y/n"
You grin passing it to her with the change.
She takes it all and then lets you lose.
You set up at a computer and start reading.
You love reading.
You could read for hours and that's what you do.
Then when it gets late you follow the same routine as last night.
By the time the weekend hits you're feeling a bit better. Still bruised up, still sore, just less upset about it.
You message Damian you're at the library 5 minutes before you're supposed to meet. Even though you've been there the last 24 hours almost.
He messages back quick, "Would you actually be alright with meeting at my house? My father wants to meet you. Please pretend to be my friend."
You look at the message then it hits you.
He doesn't have any friends.
His father must be worried sick.
Your message is quick, "Yeah of course, whatever you need."
"Great. Alfred is outside. Black limo. He'll drive you here."
You grab your backpack and rush out the door.
It doesn't even occur to you how strange it is that you'll be showing up in your uniform until you're in the limo and it's too late.
When you get to the manor you can't help but gasp at how nice it looks.
The silver haired man that Damian mentioned was Alfred opens the door for you and you get out quickly, "Thank you so much!"
He nods, "Always a pleasure."
Alfred leads you inside and down the hall to a home library where you're met with Damian in black pants and a black turtle neck.
And by god is he the most handsome boy you've ever seen in that moment.
He looks like a model.
Aside from the glare adorning his face.
"Why are you in your uniform still?"
Your face drops down then you look up to him.
The first words that come to mind are, "I forgot to do laundry."
He rolls his eyes, "Idiot."
Alfred coughs and he looks between you and Alfred for a minute, "Would you like anything to drink? or eat perhaps?"
You nod, "Can I have a glass of water?"
He smiles, "Very well miss."
When he's out of the room you and Damian set to working on the assignment.
He's smart. Diligent and makes quick work of what you ask.
When Alfred comes back with the water you take it giving a quick thank you.
After he's gone you move to take a drink and another Boy barges in.
"Oh my god it's true. Demon spawn has a friend."
The water you're drinking splashes all over your face and down your uniform.
And it's cold as shit.
You gasp and bring the glass down.
Damian starts yelling at the boy and you just sit there. soaked.
By the time Damian notices, the other boy does too.
"She's jumpy." the boy says.
"Shut it Todd."
He sighs, "Come with me, you can barrow some of my clothes. I'll have Alfred put those in the dryer."
You nod and start following him.
When you get to a large clean room he leads you to a dresser.
Same outfit in all the drawers.
He passes you a turtle neck and black pants.
Thankful for the long sleeves you're careful holding it.
He turns around, "You can just hand me the wet clothes when you're done, I won't look."
You nod faintly.
Then make quick work of changing out of your uniform.
Except the same thing as last time happens and as soon as you have your shirt off and are going to pull the new one on a boy throws open the door, "Damian you're not allowed to close the door with a girl in there with you-"
You panic pulling the shirt on faster. But it's too late.
Damian flipped around to try and shield you but froze.
He turns quickly to the other boy, this one is taller then the last.
His all too bright mannerisms seem dulled.
It's quiet for a minute.
"Here's the shirts. I think my skirt is okay."
You pass the wet tops to Damian, hoping he'll leave it be.
Instead he turns to the guy in the door frame, "Dick, take these to Alfred."
He's quiet and grabs the top swiftly then closes the door.
Damian just looks at you before moving forward.
You panic. What do you do.
What do you even say.
Oh yeah my father hits me whenever I make a mistake. Don't worry, it's my fault. Please don't tell anyone.
There's no way that's going to work.
Damian moves forward and you back up several steps coming into contact with a desk.
You bump it then look behind you.
Trapped.
Rats.
Damian moves close to you and puts his hand by your side.
You give a small nod, there's no way he's going to drop it might as well let him look.
When he pulls the shift up you see his lips draw tighter.
There's no gasp. He doesn't seem shocked to have seen something like this. He's just observing.
Like he's seen injuries like this before.
He runs his thumb along your hip bone and you flinch.
He pulls his hand back soft.
Then pulls your shirt up more.
The bruises that adorn your ribs on display with the lower half of your bra.
You feel your face flush in embaressment.
"Have you seen a doctor about these?"
You shake your head, "There's no need. The ribs aren't broken if that's what you're worried about."
His eyes narrow, "How do you know that?"
You shrug, "I know what a broken rib feels like. It's not broken."
It's quiet while he sits there processing.
"Who... What imbecile did this to you?"
You flinch at the sharpness of his voice.
"It doesn't matter."
That was the wrong thing to say, and you know it before he even says anything back.
"IT MATTERS. Give me names" The yelling cooling into something softer again.
"Please just leave it be. I can handle it-"
"This doesn't look handled. Give. Me. Names."
The anger in his voice makes your blood run cold.
"What can you do about it. Even if I gave you a name."
His fists clench besides him and you're for a second worried he'll hit you.
But this is Damian.
The same Damian you've seen rush to pet a cat after school.
The same Damian who before today has never raised his voice in front of you.
This is Damian, he's not going to hit you.
He pulls you away from the desk and sits you down on the bed.
"Wait here."
You sit there quiet. Praying to yourself he doesn't go get an adult.
When he comes back he has an ice pack and some Ibuprofen.
He's careful pressing it to your hip, "Is the reason you're not telling me the same reason you've been sleeping at the library half the week?"
Your head shoots up, "How do you-"
Oh.
He's been keeping tabs on you.
Damian... he's been keeping an eye on you.
"You've been watching me?"
His cheeks dust pink and it dawns on you.
Damian he's been wanting to get close to you.
That's why he doesn't ignore you anymore.
That's why his seat got moved to beside you.
That's why you and him got partnered up for this assignment.
Does he...have a crush on you?
Nah that'd be stupid.
He probably just has been looking for a friend.
And yet here he is leaned over you while you're sitting on his bed.
His hand low and pressing an ice pack softly to your hip while his other hand is on the other side of you pressing into the bed.
Cheeks dusted and avoiding eye contact.
"Do you... like... me?"
He's quiet. "I believe that is the proper term. Yes."
You sit there face growing as red as a tomatos.
Great.
His face moves to yours again, "That's why I want to know who did this to you."
You sit there gaping at him like a fish.
What on earth do you even say.
"Please don't do anything about it."
He goes tense and you feel him constrict.
"Names. please."
He sounds despirate.
"It's my father..."
Damians eyes look at you for a second.
"Just your father?"
You nod.
"That's why you haven't been home then?"
You nod again.
His sigh is soft.
"You won't be going back there."
You frown, "Where else am I supposed to go? The library doesn't have a shower and the gym would need his consent till i'm 18. Which you would know isn't for another several months you might know."
He sighs.
"Shower here. I'll talk to my father. He has a habit of picking up strays. I'm sure he wouldn't argue."
You stare at him.
"You're joking."
He gives you a cold glare.
he's not joking.
"I can't do that?"
He raises an eyebrow, "Why not?"
You flounder over yourself looking for the right words.
Every excuse closing off in your brain.
"I don't know."
And then it happens.
For the first time ever. You see Damians smile.
It's beautiful.
It's not much. His teeth aren't showing.
But his eyes are soft as he smiles at you.
He's beautiful.
"You're beautiful."
You say looking at him still. The tips of his ears go red and pink dusts his cheeks again.
"As are you."
Before you can even think it over or stop it.
"Nah."
His eyes are staring you down in an instant.
"What do you mean... nah?"
"I'm mid at best. Let's be for real."
He scoffs. "I disagree."
You shrug, "Guess we'll have to agree to disagree."
He sighs pulling back some.
"Excuse me. I should go get my father. We should discuss-"
The door opens and in walks Bruce wayne.
The billionaire himself.
"No need."
Damian jumps back away from you standing up to face his father almost shielding you.
"She needs somewhere to stay. I want her here."
Bruce looks between the two of you.
"Separate rooms."
"Father-"
"Separate room Damain. Non negotiable."
He gives a small scoff. "Fine."
"I'll go take care of things with her parents."
Damian gives a curt nod, "Make them fearful of what they did. I never want them to hurt her again."
There's a silence between them and a nod before Damians father steps out again.
As soon as the door is closed Damian rushes back over. He holds the ice pack to my hip again and my arm gives out beneath me as he does.
My stupid lack of balance.
He leans forward further.
He's slow as he moves atop the bed with one knee to stay close to me.
I feel my heart freeze in my chest.
"I want to court you. Publicly."
I raise my eyebrow, "I agree, just please publicly call it dating."
He scowls, "I want it clear to other-"
"Damian, i'm not going to argue with you over this."
He scoffs eyes trailing to yours then away again.
"Fine."
