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Foursome Masterlist:

How It All Started With Running Away

Getting Away From Everything

Just A Dash Of Angst…

… but Christmas Fixes Everything

“Therapy is for loses” Ask

For @ edgyriddle (I hope the tag works because it wouldn’t let me tag you!) (also there are two asks for this pairing in mi inbox so expect to hear more about them!)

There really needs to be more fics with poly jason jodd x reader x roy harper

#roy harper #jason todd #jayroy #dc universe #gotham #jason todd x reader #roy harper x reader #jason x roy #jason x reader x roy #jason todd x reader x roy harper #jayroy x reader #jayroypoly

Pretty boy Sammy

#sam winchester #supernatural cw #spn #jared padalecki #sammy winchester #cw #spn cast

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Blood Siblings

One-Shot

Request: Hi I love your writing and can I request a damien x reader that’s also kind of a Bruce x reader where y/n is Damien’s twin that Thalia didn’t give to Bruce and that Damien took like and oath not to talk about but the batfam are in danger and he called her for help and she has to come save and meet everyone (soz it’s so long x)

Pairing: Damian x Twin!Sister!Reader, Slight Bruce x Daughter!Reader

Genre: Slight Angst

Word Count: 1.7k, 4 pages

WARNING(S): Blood, Cursing

“And why can’t I go with Damian?” [Name] asked her mother with her eyebrows furrowed in the middle. Her teeth clenched in anger and jealousy. “I am capable of bringing Father home to you just as much as Damian.”

Talia sighed and stopped walking. The brown haired woman turned around and faced her only daughter. “I know you are capable, but Damian needs to work on something for himself.”

“What?” [Name] asked in disbelief. Her hands gradually unclenched when her mother started explaining her reason for sending Damian on his own.

“Your brother has shown conflict in himself. There is an apparent struggle Damian is facing and I believe only your father can help Damian.” Talia stared down at her daughter and reached a hesitant hand to the girl. “You are older than Damian, maybe that is why you can handle death more easily than him. Damian is like his father, he won’t admit it, but Damian knows there is an alternative to killing.”

[Name] stayed silent and still. She felt the cold hand that belonged to her mother stroke her cheek robotically.

“Your brother isn’t ready for the next phase,” Talia removed her hand and resumed walking toward the training room, “but I have faith in you, [Name].”

……

“Fuck this! I’m going all out, make sure you don’t get in the way of my bullets, Demon Spawn!”

“Hey! No guns, Red! I don’t want another accident!”

“I have a scar from last time when you thought it was a good idea to go ‘balls to the walls’ thing.”

Damian tuned out his sorry excuses of brothers and dodged an incoming attack from an assassin. He had no clue as to why the League was attacking them. Did his mother plan this all along? Was she really going to betray him like that? No, Damian was the one to turn back on her and his grandfather’s teachings. He betrayed them first and honestly, this was his choice. He had an actual family that cared for him save for Jason. Their relationship was still rocky.

“Batman is pinned down and I’m going after him,” Nightwing announced and before he could help the caped crusader more assassins blocked his path.

Damian watched as his allies were pinned against the floor with their arms pulled behind them and restrained by rope. His eyes widened for a fraction when he was kneed in the back and had his face slammed into the oily floor. He grunted in surprise and felt his arms being pulled backwards. He swiftly pressed a button on his wrist where a [f.color] bracelet was always securely on. Now all he had to do was wait.

Damian was tossed alongside his family and they were all laying on their stomachs. There was a peculiar assassin that stood out to Damian and he recognized it as one of his sparring dummies. The assassin clad in gold and black walked up to the males and chuckled, “Wow, that was longer than anticipated.” The sparring dummy took his mask off and sighed in exhaustion.

“Zhao, you know better than to go against the league,” Damian spoke with a strong tone.

Batman and the rest of the guys looked at Damian in surprise. They were waiting for insults from the teen.

“But you’re too incompetent to understand how mindless of an assassin you are. My mother must have you tight on a leash, foolish mutt.” Damian spat and his family rolled their eyes. There he was with his insults.

Zhao smirked and sneered, “Foolish? You’ve been gone for too long, Damian. You’re insulting your future step-brother.” Zhao’s words got a reaction out of Damian and the teen jumped to his feet. He ran straight at the light brown haired male, but was easily knocked down by the older male.

“Ack!” Damian grunted and crumbled to the floor when Zhao delivered a sneaky move to the back of his neck. The teen muttered curse words under his breath and kneeled down beside Zhao. “I won’t allow it,” Damian said and looked up at Zhao, “I declare a–”

“Now don’t do anything reckless, brother.”

Damian looked straight and saw his twin sister walking toward him from the shadows. She looked different and you can obviously tell she got her beautiful looks from their mother. [Name] smiled down at Damian and kneeled in front of him, “I can’t believe you outgrew me. We’re 16 now which means that it’s been eight years since we last saw each other?”

“[Name], you can’t marry this imbecile!” Damian shouted and ignored the look in her [e.color] eyes. He saw the conflict in them, but the smile on her face proved that she had a plan.

[Name] looked over his shoulder and saw the other vigilantes on the floor looking at them with questions. Then she looked back at her brother and stood up, “If you say so, brother.”

“Wait!” Damian yelled, noticing the sleek silver dagger slip from under the sleeve of her right arm. [Name] let the dagger fall and with her right arm she gripped Zhao’s chin and forced it upward. Then quickly with lightning reflexes, she caught the dagger mid-fall with her left hand and slit Zhao’s throat with ease. The blood seeped from the deep wound and the red substance splat on the siblings faces.

[Name] let go of Zhao and his dead body fell to the floor with a thump. The assassins surrounding them didn’t make a move knowing that [Name] had more authority over them than Zhao did. She looked at the assassins and gave them orders. “I need a group to take Zhao’s body back home, the rest follow that group. I’ll follow shortly.”

The assassins did as they were told and Zhao’s dead body was taken away. [Name] wiped her dagger on her black uniform and used the weapon to cut the rope on everyone’s hands. She finished cutting Red Hood’s bonds then she walked over to Damian. The teen stood a head taller than her.

“You have blood on your face,” Damian pointed out and [Name] wiped her face with her sleeve. She pointed at the speck of blood above Damian’s eyebrow and he wiped it with his green glove. They were silently staring at each other and [Name] sighed.

“You caught me off guard when you yelled at me,” [Name] spoke. Her eyes stayed on her brother and she watched the green domino mask he wore crinkle.

“You didn’t have to kill him.” His words made her roll her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips. She then pointed at Batman and the others. “I think they all know that killing an assassin is a good idea. If I didn’t then Zhao would have killed you and them. Damian, I handled the situation.” [Name] reasoned and put her arm back at her side. “You would have done the same.”

“I’ve changed,” Damian admitted and looked at his sister with distrust. “It seems like you’re still the same.”

[Name] was taken back. She thought he would have been happy that she got rid of Zhao, she was happy. “I’m sorry? You were the one who called me for help. I didn’t have to save you guys, but I did it from the good of my heart,” She was glaring at her brother now.

“I thought you would have a better plan than killing someone. There’s always an alternative.” Damian was forming a scowl on his serious face.

[Name] scoffed and tilted her head mockingly, “Yeah, I’ll give you the alternative, Wayne.” She said his last name with hostility and a hint of jealousy. “I would have had to seduce that creep Zhao into letting you guys go and return home being the bride of an arrogant asshole. You wouldn’t know the shit he put me through because you were busy living a semi-normal life with, let me remind you, our father.”

Damian softened his glare.

“I grew up in a merciless home while you were given the chance to be nurtured and cared for. I grew up with brainwashed assassins while you were fighting alongside brothers! I grew up with a mother who rarely showed any affection toward me! So don’t tell me there’s an alternative when you were given a chance to walk another path!”

[Name] huffed and straightened her back out. She kept the glare directed at her brother, but began walking away from him. She needed to leave before they could see her cry.

“You can still change directions,” A deep voice echoed in the warehouse. His calm and soothing voice reached out to her and sent shivers down her body. “You can forge your own path, one that doesn’t end in bloodshed.”

She didn’t have the need to turn around to see who was talking to her. She knew that the man who spoke to her was Bruce Wayne, her father. The man she always wanted to meet. Yet she didn’t stop walking away, she had to return home to her mother.

“You’re always welcomed home, [Name],” Batman said her name and that was all she needed to continue forward. She walked into the shadows and never looked back.

……

“How come you never mentioned her before?” Bruce asked Damian while Alfred tended to the sword wounds on his wide back.

Damian stared at the fireplace where orange flames flicked, “I took an oath. Talia made me do so, she said that no one can know about [Name]. Her name would never be mentioned and that essentially, she would be considered a shadow. A valuable asset in the League.”

“She was pretty badass though, the way she took out the Zhao guy,” Jason winced when Dick poked him with a needle on accident.

“She’s always been exceptional at hand to hand combat. She could disarm about anybody and kill them in less than ten seconds. I believe the Lazarus Pit had an influence on her natural ability.” Damian removed his eyes from the fire and put his hand under his chin in thought.

Tim drank some of his coffee and analyzed Damian’s slumped form. None of them had to ask how [Name] died. Damian would tell them when the time is right.

“She’d be back,” Bruce spoke up addressing Damian, “it took awhile for you to come around, although she’s a quick learner. She might be back sooner than we think.”

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Damian Wayne x Reader: All I Ever Wanted (Part 1)

Soulmate AU where you can’t physically hurt your soulmate.

Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing. There is one F-Bomb. Angst, mentions of blood, mentions of killing. Basically, like a weak M-Rated movie.

Other: Reader is 16. Damian is 17-ish. I tried my best to make your ‘parents’ names as unique as possible. But if you know anyone with that name, just change it in your head.

Word count: 4,102 (dAmN). Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates: (Y/N): Your Name (H/C): Hair Colour / Color (E/C): Eye Colour / Color ** Truth be told, you did not expect to find your soulmate. You didn’t expect to see him in a million years, and you really didn’t mind. Growing up in a villainous family, soulmates were naturally looked down on. Your own parents weren’t even soulmates; they had murdered them the first chance they got. They forced you to follow in their footsteps, and really, you knew no better.

Your parents were psychopaths. Okay, even that was an understatement. Your parents murdered innocent people, messed up people’s lives, just to get what they want. Whether that be jewellery, money, weapons, or revenge, they were bound to get it. They would stop at nothing- nothing! - to get what they wanted.

By the time you were 16, your parents agreed that you would never find your soulmate. After all, for 15 years of your life, you had been hurting more people that you could count. You never needed to worry about the fact that they could be your soulmate. You were sure that it was never going to happen either way.

Half of you didn’t mind not having a soulmate. How were you going to tell them that you were a cold-hearted murderer? Not only that but how would your parents react if you brought him home? He would be dead within seconds.

But the other half of you wanted a soulmate. Somebody to hold you when you were weak, to wipe away every tear… ‘Get a grip, (Y/N),’ you had scolded yourself when you began thinking such foolishness, ‘what would mother and father say if they found out?’ You certainly didn’t need any reprimanding or punishments.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your mother bark from the other side of the house. “Come here!”

You ran as fast as your two legs could possibly carry you, standing straight as a pin when you found them. “Yes, Mother?”

“There is a heist. You will, of course, be joining with us. After all, it is in your blood.”

“Right,” you mumbled. “Will I be lookout again?”

“Of course you will,” Your father snapped at you. “You should be grateful that we are even taking you along. You still have a chance to meet that horrid… soulmate of yours.” He spat out the words like they were poison.

“I… of course. Thank you, Mother. Father.” You forced a small smile before leaving to your room. ** You sighed, playing with your throwing knives as you stood guard. Your job was simple- take down anyone who tries to ruin the operation. You were so busy day-dreaming; you almost didn’t notice the soft ‘whooshing’ sound from above. Keyword: almost. You looked up, only to see about an inch of fabric tuck away on top of the large metal crates.

“Bats and the Bird are here. We have to go. Now.” You said into your earpiece.

“Honestly, Spitfire. Hold them off. We are not leaving this port until we get those jewels!” Your father spat.

“But-”

“Do as your Father says!” You mother snapped, leaving no room for retaliation.

You grumbled slightly but complied. You climbed up the side of the crate, calling out to the vigilantes. “Oi, Batsy! We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” You readied your stance.

Batman muttered something to Robin who nodded and brought his katana out. You rolled your eyes. “Hard way it is.”

Without warning, you threw your knife directly at him, expecting it to embed into his thick skull, when it disintegrated in red and black ash. Apparently, he and Batman were pretty shocked as well.

“Shit,” Robin swore, gaping.

“I am going to die,” you whispered, taking a step back.

“Spitfire, what is going on? Have you gotten rid of those pests?” Father demanded.

“I can’t hurt them.” You said as bravely as you possibly could.

“We trained you to be better than this!” Your mother’s voice shrilled.

“No, I mean, I really can’t hurt them.”

“That can’t be,” Your mother said in a dead whisper.

“Well, it happened. We have to go. Now.”

But it was already too late. Batman was already fighting your father, throwing multiple punches at him. Your mother was getting the smoke bomb ready for a quick escape by the time you managed to get to them. Robin was still trying to secure the area and get rid of the shocked feeling that his soulmate was a villain.

You ran to your father’s aid. Just because you couldn’t hurt the sidekick, doesn’t mean you can’t hurt the Bat himself. “Spitfire! Pyro! We’re leaving!”

And, with smoke pouring around you, you were gone. ** “I can’t believe this,” Damian muttered to himself, pacing the Bat Cave. He ran a hand through his jet black hair, scowling. “I won’t believe this.”

“There’s no point in denying, Demon,” Jason smirked, taking a bite of his apple. “You’re destined to be with that freak. Not that you aren’t.”

“Shut it, Jay,” Dick sighed. “This is pretty hard for Damian.”

“Come on, Todd! We weren’t this bad when we found out that your soulmate was that musician. I don’t know about you, but fate was pretty cruel on her,” Tim hummed, working on a case.

Damian huffed, sitting on his chair and spinning around on it. He typed a few words into his computer, muttering to himself. “Spitfire. Where have I heard that name…?” Multiple images showed up on the screen, his green eyes scanning each one. “(Y/N) Keynes.”

“How…” Dick began but Damian cut him off.

“She was in the League of Assassins. She was in the year below me, kidnapped at the age of 8.” He scoffed in disbelief, glaring at the screen, “she was no safer there than she is now.”

“What are you talking about?” Tim demanded.

“If the Leaders ever found out we were… you know…” he trailed off slightly but continued to speak. “One of us would have died. And because my mother was one of the Leaders, I would be spared.”

“Wait, so you’re saying…” Jason frowned.

Damian rolled his eyes. “TT, slow as ever, I see. She would have died, idiot.”

The man muttered under his breath. “I know that, demon spawn.” ** You looked at your feet as your parents discussed their next move. “You know I’m right here, right?”

“Not another word,” your father hissed. “You failed this mission.”

“It’s not a mission if the motive is bad!” You argued. Your father lunged at you in anger, but you swiftly dodged to the side. “I am not hurting him.”

“If you’re talking about that insolent Bird Boy-” Your mother began.

“Don’t talk about him like that!” You snapped, glaring.

“Don’t give me that tone, young lady! I might not be your biological mother-” She stopped short.

“What are you talking about?” You queried. “What do you mean that you’re not my real mother?”

“We stole you,” your father, no, Odium said with a scowl, giving up the secrets. “From an assassin’s camp. You were the strongest child. Well, apart from that wretched Al Ghul.”

“You will help us kill!” your not-so-mother, Saeva, yelled.

“Never!”

“That was what you were trained to do,” Odium snarled.

“I don’t care! I’m not going to help you kill him!” You yelled back.

“Just because you’re not going to kill, doesn’t mean we won’t.”

Odium lifted his gun and aimed. Your eyes widened and you bolted out of the apartment. You ran down the stairs as faced as you could, sliding down the railings when you could. You forced your way between people, pushing through as you heard Odium yell your name. You continued to run faster, ignoring the burning of your lungs, legs begging for you to stop. You felt around your shins, feeling slightly more secured as you knew that your throwing knives were still on you.

You ran deeper into the streets of Gotham, only stopping when you knew that the coast was clear. You let out a breath, feeling the pain coarse through your body. You whimpered as you felt blood drip from where you scratched yourself on a metal fence. You had to keep going, you told yourself. You have to run. But you couldn’t. Your body could only take so much. You tried desperately to keep your eyes open. The sun was still high in the sky, torturing you with its warm rays of light.

“Stay awake,” you murmured. “Don’t fall…” you were on your knees, feeling the sweat drip down your face.

The last thing you heard was people yelling. Someone had yelled, “That’s her!” but you were too tired and too pained to move.

You closed your eyes. ** By the time you had opened your eyes, your wounds were treated and you were panicking. You shot up on the hospital bed with a scream. “Where the heck am I?! Who the heck are you?! Why the heck am I here?!”

“Relax, (Y/N). You’re in the Bat Cave.” A person said.

“Who are you?!”

“And we spooked her. Nice one, Dick Face.” Another person said.

“Why does he have a gun?!” You demanded.

“You’re the one who spooked her,” another person said, taking a sip of his coffee.

You were silent for a minute before feeling for your knives. “Where did you put my knives?”

“They’re on that table,” ‘Dick Face’ said helpfully.

The man with a gun covered his face with his hands. “You’re not supposed to tell her!”

“Oh.”

A few moments of silence passed, only to be interrupted by a certain green-eyed boy entering the room. “So, she’s awake.”

Your head snapped to see the direction of his voice, cocking your head in confusion. “You’re… Damian Wayne. That means…” Your eyes trailed loosely over the other three men. “Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and Tim Drake.”

“Oh, so now she recognises us,” Jason scoffed, throwing his arms up in the air.

“Shut up, Todd,” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’ll tell Ari that you’re being rude again.”

“Sorry to intrude,” you cut said in the middle of their conversation, “but can I go now?”

“(Y/N).” The youngest boy looked at you. “Do you know who I am?”

“I… how do you know my name?”

“Facial recognition,” Tim said with a shrug.

“Right…” you looked at the four wearily. “I mean, you can’t really miss the fact that Bruce Wayne has a biological son, can you?” You let out a forced laugh. Damian deflated slightly. “TT, so you don’t know me.”

“I guess? I mean, unless you were at some League of Assassins meeting and your father did the do-do with your mother there,” you snorted. “What are the chances of that, am I right?” The four boys looked at each other and your jaw dropped to the floor. “For once, I do not want to be right.” ** You sighed, sitting in the room that Bruce Wayne gave you. Damian had explained everything to you; who he was, secret identities, the whole shebang. The room that they gave you was really quite beautiful. The bed was a super king-sized bed with royal blue sheets made with delicate silk. The desks and drawers were a beautiful mahogany with an endless shine, unscratched and flawless. The balcony outside gave an incredible view of the city; the sunset surely was beautiful that day. A bookshelf filled with famous books stood next to the window, basically begging for you to read one. You groaned, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

Collapsing on the bed, you let out a huff of annoyance. You weren’t supposed to be thinking, especially not about him. His gorgeous emerald green eyes, his flooooofy jet black hair, his confidence… ‘stop it,’ you scolded yourself, scrunching your nose in distaste. ‘You barely even know him.’

A small knock on the door alerted you, and you let out a small, “who is it?” before sitting up.

“It’s just Alfred, my Lady.”

Silence.

“I brought food.”

That did it. “Come in!”

A metal trolley rolled its way into the room, Alfred pushing behind it. “You did not come to dinner.”

You looked away. “I couldn’t bring myself to.” You forced a chuckle. “It seems as if Damian doesn’t like me much.”

“Master Damian has lived most of his life without a soulmate. So have you,” Alfred said as he carefully placed dishes on the desk. “I believe you have the same problems.”

“Not exactly,” a small smile made its way onto your face. “I never really wanted to admit it, but I’ve always wanted a soulmate. I just thought that I would never find them.”

“I suppose Master Damian thinks that he doesn’t need one,” the butler shrugged. “Now, I must be off. I believe Master Bruce wanted me to supervise Master Jason and Master Tim’s sparring.”

“Right.”

Glancing at all the food that was on your desk, you bit into the steak. Dang, that stuff was good. After you had finished what you could (literally one steak and some mashed potato. Were they expecting you to eat all the broccoli?) you began to read Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens. Only managing to get through one chapter, the door was opened, revealing Damian himself.

“I see you have finished dinner.”

“I have. It was very kind of your father to let me stay,” you offered a smile.

“So when are you leaving?”

You looked up at him, surprised. “Leaving?”

“I assumed your stay was… temporary,” he shrugged. “Perhaps you could go to back to your parents.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” You demanded, glaring. “And my parents want me dead!”

Another shrug. “You’re no better here.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You challenged.

“You killed for longer than I have,” he pointed out. “At least I stopped.”

“Are you saying that only you can change your ways?” You scowled at him. “I didn’t ask for this.”

“You think I asked to be raised as a killer?”

“Do you think I asked for my parents to be psychopaths?” Your voice was beginning to rise as your (E/C) eyes flashed dangerously.

“I didn’t ask for you to be my soulmate! I was better off without one!” Damian scoffed at you. “You’re only going to slow me down.”

Your heart almost stopped. Tears began to prickle in your eyes and you furiously blinked them away. “My parents wanted me to help them kill you! They told me to help them, and that if I didn’t, they’ll kill me. They’ll kill me, Damian! They threatened me, threatened you, and do you know what I did? I defended you!” A teary laugh erupted out of your throat. “I defended you. I vowed to myself that I would protect you. I promised myself that if I died, at least you would be safe. I wanted you to be fucking safe. And this is where it gets me. You may not have asked to be the son of Batman. But I didn’t ask to be the soulmate of some idiotic, egotistical moron who doesn’t know who to shut his mouth.”

Just as Damian was about to blow his fuse, Dick’s voice ran through the halls. “Hey, Damian! B wants us to spar.”

The Arabian boy huffed. “I’ll be back.”

You rolled your eyes. “I count on it.” ** Two hours later, Damian returned from his training, somewhat exhausted. It was past nine o’clock and Damian was almost convinced that you were asleep. Still, he found himself wandering to your room. The door was slightly ajar and a chill crept up the boy’s spine.

He carefully pushed the door open, expecting you to be asleep on the bed when he realised that the room was exactly the same way as he had left it. The dishes on the desk were stacked neatly and the bed was still made. His attention snapped to the balcony. Its door was open and the white curtains flowed in the wind.

“No…” the word was almost soundless as Damian searched the room for clues. On the desk, there was a small note written in clear cursive writing.

‘Don’t look for me.’

“Shit.” ** “What do you mean she ran away?” Dick demanded. “What did you do?”

“That’s beside the point, Grayson,” Damian spat. “We need to find her before she gets herself killed.”

“(Y/N) was raised with assassins,” Tim pointed out, typing into the computer. “She should be able to handle herself.”

“Her parents are psychopaths. They want her dead,” Dick told him.

“Shame, I was starting to get used to her,” Jason hummed, sharpening his knives. “She was pretty cool. Sick aim as well. You’re lucky, Demon Brat.”

Damian looked away guiltily. It was his fault that you’re gone. “We need to find her.”

“We don’t have any information about her. We don’t know who her parents are, we don’t know where she lives, and we don’t know where she went.” Tim scowled. “Great. She messed up our tracker!”

“How does she do that?!”

“It was part of the training,” Damian huffed. “We had to be able to hack into any computer or gadget.”

“Well, what are we even supposed to do? We’re running on empty.” Jason rolled his eyes.

“Drake, can you access the security cameras of the Harbour? The one where we stopped (Y/N) and her parents from completing their heist.”

“Uh… I guess? But, Damian, what’s that supposed to-” Tim paused before gaping. “She’s there! With… with her parents! Well, the footage is from an hour ago, but there are clear images of their face.”

“Great, run facial recognition,” Dick said, suiting up. “We need to find them. And get that tracker working.” ** -An Hour Earlier-

“We should have known that you would run back to us,” Saeva cackled.

“Join us, Daughter. We can rid this world of those rotten soulmates.”

You began to walk to them, head hanging low. Just as you were within arm’s reach, your head snapped up and you swiped your knife at them, drawing blood from their arms. “Not if I could help it.”

“Fool!” Odium yelled, lunging for your arm. “You’re a traitor if you go with that pesky bird!”

“Better him than you,” You hissed. “He doesn’t kill innocent people to get what he wants.”

Letting out a cry, Saeva attacked. With her sword, she attempted to slash your skin. You jumped back, kicking her sword from her hands and catching it. The fight raged on, leaving you bruised and wounded. A trail of blood trickled from your lip as Odium punched you in the mouth. You growled, fighting back and flipping him over onto his back. All weapons were abandoned and you tried your best to keep up with the fight.

Before you could react, Saeva had an arm on your throat, muttering in your ear. “Surrender now, (Y/N), or face the consequences.

“Never,” You managed in a raspy voice.

“So be it.” ** “Sharp left here,” Time said through the intercom. “Take a right now.”

“Can this thing go any faster?” Damian demanded, adjusting his utility belt.

“This is the Bat-Mobile,” Dick rolled his eyes. “Of course it can.”

Jason let out a whistle, “Relax, Demon. We’ll save your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Robin quipped. Red Hood scoffed. “Yeah, sure.”

“(Y/N)’s in there,” Dick cut in, parking the Batmobile beside the warehouse. “Be ready. They might be expecting us.”

The trio carefully tread into the warehouse, on guard for any traps or attacks. A rat’s small footsteps were heard from the railings above, squeaking quietly. Just as they made it to the centre of the warehouse, a loud bang was heard. The door had closed from behind them. In another second, the lights began to flicker, revealing you tied up to a chair, head lolled to the side.

Saeva and Odium walked into the room not even a second later, proud smirks on their faces.

“You,” Damian hissed, glowering at Saeva and Odium. “What have you done with (Y/N)?”

“That’s beside the point, Lover Boy,” Saeva, waved a hand dismissively. “You should be worried about what we’re going to do.”

“But your little girlfriend was the perfect bait,” Odium snickered. “You came running right to us. Oh and don’t think about trying to free her. No one can get in or out of that force field.”

Before long, punches were thrown, shots were fired and injuries were made. Nightwing and Red Robin were on the ground, bruised and battered. A trickle of blood made its way down Dick’s forehead, while Jason was tending to his dislocated arm. Saeva had been knocked unconscious and was wearing Batcuffs on her wrists. Odium, on the other hand, was a different story. He put up a much bigger fight and was doing a reasonable amount of damage to the others. Damian let out a cry before putting him in a headlock.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, boy,” the man spat before twisting his body around and breaking free. In a blink of an eye, he was standing upright, a gun pointed directly at you. “You wouldn’t want her to die, would you?”

“Let her go,” Damian snarled as dangerously as he could. “Leave her out of this! It’s me you want.”

“That’s so cliché isn’t it?” Odium snorted. “But you’re wrong. I want my daughter back. The girl who didn’t care if she had a soulmate or not. It’s your choice really. Give yourself to me, or watch her perish.”

“You’re bluffing!” Dick managed desperately, his grip tightening on his escrima stick. “No one can get into that force field.”

“I didn’t say nothing.”

“Take me, then,” Damian said slowly. “Just leave her alone.”

“Smart choice,” the corners of his lips twitched. “But not smart enough.”

Just as he was about to fire, Dick threw his escrima stick as hard as he could, hitting Odium in the back. Losing his aim, the bullet found its way into your shoulder. Letting out a scream, Damian unsheathed his sword, attacking Odium the best he could without killing him. The man didn’t even put up a fight. Before long, Dick had Odium on the ground unconscious, attaching Batcuffs around his wrists.

“I managed to hack into the system,” Tim’s voice echoes in Damian’s ears. “The force field is down.”

“(Y/N)!” Damian yelled, cutting through your bounds. Just managing to catch you as you fell, he began to panic. “Come on, wake up! (Y/N), wake up!”

“We need to get her back to the Cave,” Dick said softly, a hand on his bloodied arm. “Alfred can fix her up. Red is already in the Batmobile, securing her captors.”

“Right, of course. You better not pay attention to any of the road signs, Grayson, or I’ll kill you.” ** It has been almost a month since you were in a coma, and it was enough to drive Damian crazy. He visited you as often as he could (considering the fact that the Cave was in his basement, it would be safe to say that he probably didn’t leave) and he talked to you through your unconsciousness.

“(Y/N)… please wake up,” he mumbled, looking at your sleeping form. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was somewhat reassuring. At least you weren’t going to die.

Your eyes moved from underneath your eyelids and you forced your eyes to open. “Ugh, where am I?” you groaned, sitting up in an awkward position.

“You’re awake!” Was the first thing you heard. You looked around, only to see Damian with the biggest smile on his face.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you said with a lopsided grin.

“You’re going to be okay,” the boy promised. “You’re going to be okay. Father said you could keep the room you stayed in. Or you could move. He said it didn’t matter, but I was wondering if…” he trailed off.

You really liked where this is going. Peering at his emerald green eyes, you cocked your head in confusion. “If what?”

“If you… wanted the room next to mine?” A blush crept up his neck as he looked at you expectantly.

“This coming from the guy who didn’t want me as a soulmate,” you smirked at him. “Admit it, you like me.”

Damian looked away as blood rushed to his cheeks. “Shut up, idiot.”

You laughed. “I would love to have a room next to yours.”

The Arabian boy offered a smile at you, brushing a strand of (H/C) hair from your face. “I truly am sorry, (Y/N).”

“I know. I’m sorry if I wasn’t what you expected.”

“Beloved, you’re everything I ever wanted.”