summary; after moving out of gotham, you've forgotten your best friend. but he hasn't. and now that you've returned, you have a hard time recognising that, that hot guy in your class is the same little boy you once knew.
wtf. - damian wayne x m!reader
summary; after leaving a long day at high school, the last thing you expected was to see robin bleeding out and unconscious in an alley. obviously, you had to help him— that's what good people do. he'd be grateful, right?.. right?
eepy - damian wayne x gn!reader
summary; damian is emotionally constipated. you’re touched starved but refuse to acknowledge it. but that is no more a secret after damian realised; you're a whole another person when you're sleepy— so clingy. and so his.
mon chéri - damian wayne x gn!reader
summary; since you moved to Gotham from France, having a crush was the last thing on your mind. first and foremost, adapting to the culture was the most important thing— especially considering you're terrible at english. who would have thought that catching the eye of someone would come along before you mastered english?
rebel heart - damian wayne x m!reader
summary; damian desperately needs to behave like a normal teenager. and you'd be more than happy to help him with that. except— your concept of “normal teenager" means being an absolute menace to society.
part 1, part 1.5, part 2, fanart
not withdrawing - damian wayne x gn!reader
summary; damian has been trained since birth to endure any type of situation. except the situation where you look too good to handle.
starring; damian wayne x gn!reader (established relationship)
summary; damian has been trained since birth to endure any type of situation. except the situation where you look too good to handle.
wc; 650
ramblings; uh so I didn't upload a fic for a bit, sorry. this is quick because I didn't know what to write lmao
warning; suggestive, kiss, not descriptive making out.
Damian Wayne’s education had been exhaustive, brutal, and unparalleled. He was proficient in seven forms of martial arts, could disassemble and reassemble over two hundred guns blindfolded, and could recite the geopolitical landscape of the last century as easily as other teenagers recited song lyrics. He had been trained to resist interrogation, to endure extreme pain, to function on minimal sleep, and to withstand the most deadly toxins known to man.
He had not been trained for this.
He had not been trained to resist the sight of you, soaked to the bone by a sudden, violent downpour. You two have been caught on your walk home, the sky opening up without warning, and had made a frantic, laughing dash for the only nearby shelter: Your apartment.
Now, standing in the small, steamy space, water pooling at your feet, Damian was facing a threat for which he had no defensive protocol.
Your academy t-shirt was plastered to your torso, rendered nearly transparent by the rain. It clung to every line, curve and plane of your chest and abdomen, outlining a topography of muscle that Damian had only ever seen hinted at. Water dripped from your hair, tracing paths down your neck and over your collarbones. You were rubbing a towel through your hair, laughing breathlessly. “We look like drowned rats.”
Damian couldn’t speak. His own wet clothes felt like a second skin, cold and restrictive, but it was nothing compared to the heat flooding his system. His training manuals contained no chapters on the physiological response to a wet, laughing, shockingly beautiful lover in a state of undress. His heart was performing a frantic, arrhythmic drum solo against his ribs.
“You’re shivering,” you said, laughter softening into concern. You stepped closer, dropping the towel around your neck. “Here, take this one.” You reached for a second, dry towel from a shelf.
As you moved, your arm brushed against Damian’s chest. The contact, even through damp cotton, was a spark on kindling. You held out the towel, Damian didn’t take it. He just stared, his green eyes dark and utterly focused, drinking in the details: the way the fabric clung to the dip of your waist, the faint tremor in your hand from the cold, the parted lips, still breathless from their run.
The rational part of his brain screamed a retreat. This is a compromised position. Withdraw.
He didn’t withdraw. He moved forward.
He closed the small space between you two, his hands coming up to cradle your face, his thumbs stroking away the droplets of water on your cheeks. His gaze dropped to your mouth.
“Damian…?” you whispered, eyes wide, the towel forgotten in your hand.
That was all the invitation he needed. He leaned in and kissed you. It was a deep, searching kiss, full of all the things he’d been trained to suppress; want, need, a tenderness that felt terrifying and new. He could taste the rain on your lips, feel the cool dampness of your skin under his palms, and the contrasting rising heat from within.
You melted into him immediately, a soft sigh escaping into Damian’s mouth. Your hands came up to grip Damian’s soaked shoulders, holding on as if he were the only anchor in a storm.
This was a battle Damian was designed to lose. Every ounce of his League-honed discipline, every lesson of his years as Robin, evaporated under the simple, overwhelming softness of your mouth on his, of your body solid and real against his own. He was a fortress built on a fault line, and you were the earthquake.
He was trained to withstand anything, but he had no defense against this. And for the first time in his life, Damian Wayne had absolutely no desire to retreat.
okay i just wanna share this because honestly i should’ve kept this angle for damian and now i regret changing it! and my first test for r
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Everytime someone draws something inspired in my fics I just stare at it completely dumbfounded cause I'm like uh how can such talented people create such beautiful fanarts of MY work?? 😭
Honestly I think both angles look amazing. I don't know shi about digital art my apologies but I'm still crying because you're so sweet ugh 😫 I love your design on reader (I think I already said that but idc)
hi i made fanart for mon cheri! you only mentioned r being blond so i made the rest up he es so cute.!! i struggled with dami so much though i had to redraw him like 5 times and he still turned out bad and i already spent all my energy on r so i gave up haha just ignore him. i think we should all break up with ugly damian and date cutie reader instead
holy??? fuck?? This is so awesome 😭😭 I genuinely do not how to react, it's so amazing 😭😭😭 thank you so much!! Istg I can't stop looking at it it's so pretty I'm so shocked wth your depiction of reader it's so cool waaah akbdjajzj I love it
hello hello i love your damian fics so much theyre so amazing and your characterization of him is THE best that i have seen
do you have any tips for writing him? or writing tips in general
Hi! First of all, thank you so much 😭😭 your so sweet. That's genuinely the BEST compliment I've ever received of my fics 💗 I'm really scared of not getting him as the actual character and not the fanon. Damian canon vs Damian fanon are similar but definitely not the same. I've been reading and analysing Dami a lot so you saying that makes me so happy :) my efforts are paying off, yay! Even so, I think I still have a long way to go before I can depict Damian correctly in my fanfics. I plead guilty to not characterizing him well for the sake of the fic's plot lmaoo but I promise I'll get better. I'm also really grateful that people ask me for tips 😭 like, me? Me, me? ahxjajdj I'm so happy, thank you
So. I have a bunch of writing tips (like, a lot) and I don't want to make this too long, so I'll just put some, but if you want I can make a separate post for more :) also, in some months I'm going to start studying literature so I'll have even more tips to give, so maybe it can become a series of tips lmao idk
How To Write Damian?:
1. Damian's Characterization
Damian is not the same he was at 10 years old. In canon he's 14-15, but I normally depict him to be 16-17.
- He doesn't talk like an 30 year old 19th century aristocrat. He's clipped, formal and has an extensive vocabulary, but he doesn't overdo it. And he says curse words too.
- He has emotions. He blushes, he gets angry and flustered, and hurt and jealous. He doesn't keep a everyday scowl anymore, not even a poker face. He's put together and calculated but not cold.
- He's really observant and knows how to read people extremely well. He's also easy to read, but pretends he's not.
- Damian hides a lot of softness. Even if people (I'm guilty too tbf) depict him as a lonely wolf, he actually has a lot of friends, loves his family and obviously, animals.
- He IS kind. He wouldn't hurt anyone willingly unless it's necessary, not reader and not for reader. When he gets into fights FOR reader it's because of protection, not because "he'll kill for you" (no hate to yandere AU's tho), canon Damian after his character development wouldn't kill for you, he would search ways to protect you (if he fails that.. well that's a different story). He literally went to a whole journey and character development to understand that all life's matter, even after being raised the opposite. He CHOOSES to save, to be kind, to improve every day and try to be a better person. He would not revert to his previous actions unless the situation was very specific. He is actually very selfless when it comes to people he loves and is not scared to self-sacrifice.
- His love language is acts of service and (hear me out) physical touch. He was raised like he was raised, don't tell me he isn't touched starved. We literally see him getting hugged a lot, probably the most hugged kid character in whole DC comics. Don't confuse him taking time to trust you and letting you touch him with him hating physical contact.
- He has hobbies. He loves art, and shoujo manga, AND SOCCER (kind of unexpected yes). He doesn't just spends his time training, my boy is a teenager, let him enjoy the things he likes. He also takes interest in playing multiple instruments, acting, reading and poetry.
- He in fact uses his phone. Like there are a LOT of panels of him using his phone, but he's not an iPad kid. I never understood where this "Damian hates social media" thing comes from, since he is depicted in canon as someone who keeps up with the things people say about the Batfam in social media.
2. Emotional Vulnerability
His whole character arc in canon is learning how to be a normal child/teen. This man is NAWT a rock, is he a little emotional constipated? Yeah. But he still feels.
- Emotional confessions happen after he gains trust in reader. People often make themselves vulnerable to create a connection; he does it later, after the connection is settled.
- He confesses things as if it were a struggle. He doesn't just say it; he thinks about it, rephrases it, regrets it, and ends up saying it because he knows he won't have the courage later.
- Physical touch often precedes emotional vulnerability. He tastes the waters to make sure he's not crossing boundaries.
- Damian is a poet, you cannot convince me otherwise. He has a way with words that not a lot of people have, much less at his age. I personally headcanon that he writes letters but never sends them lmao (I wanna write something about that). His confessions (not just romantic ones) are not just words, they are emotion, they are everything he hasn't said and has bottled up finally exploding into beautiful words.
- Also, his reputation precedes him unfortunately. People still think he's the same person he was at 10. He pretends to not be hurt by that (he is). He doesn't try to prove them wrong, he just keeps growing as a person and let people think whatever.
- He struggles with insecurity (this ties directly with the point above).
3. The Batfamily Dynamic
Chaotic, loving, unhinged. They tease mercilessly but would do anything for each other, they do have a lot of issues but they are capable of working them out.. or ignoring them lol.
- THE GIRLS. Why are we forgetting that a lot of his character development was prompted by the women in his life? Not only by Dick, or Pennyworth, or his father or his other brothers. Steph, Cass, my girl Maya, NIKA, hell even Thalia gets overlooked. Add them to his story, or at least acknowledge them. (I'm guilty of not doing it yet but in my defense, I in fact do write them, I just haven't published those fics)
- Everyone tease Damian about his relationship with reader but supports it. They treat reader like family before reader feels like they belong in the family
- Bruce is not as emotionally constipated with Damian as people make it to be. He's not a horrible father (let's pretend his own writers do understand his character), he's a deeply wounded man that's trying to raise multiple wounded children (or not so children anymore). Either way, Damian would not be scared of Bruce, he respects him, he doesn't fear him.
Writing Tips:
1. Show, then tell: Start with vivid sensory detail (sight, sound, smell), then layer in meaning.
2. Rhythmic sentences: Mix short punchy lines with long flowing ones. Short = tension. Long = immersion.
3. Specificity over abstraction: Not "a sad room" but "a room with three dead houseplants and a coffee mug ringed like tree trunks."
4. Subtext in dialogue: What's unsaid matters more. Characters talk around their feelings.
5. Importance: Every detail should serve character, mood, or plot. If it doesn't, cut it.
The way I write is really specific (lmao).
I make a map of the scenes, then a summary of the scene, and then extend it and write more until the scene it's completed.
Example:
1. Pool scene. Damian and reader almost kiss.
2. Pool scene. Reader wants to kiss Damian. They're both extremely close, reader is holding him by the wrist. Reader and Damian stare at each others lips. They almost kiss, but the moment is interrupted.
3. You lower your gaze to his mouth, wanting to bring your lips together, but you shut those intrusive thoughts. The water moves around you gently when he comes impossibly closer and you caress his wrist with your thumb. You can feel Damian's hot breath again your lips, and for a moment you think he's actually going to kiss you. You look at his eyes, pools of green now half-lidded, staring at your lips. You tilt your head subtly, slowly closing your eyes. Your breaths mingle, your lips graze, and for a second you almost think your lips are going to touch—
4. You catch him as he slowly lowers his gaze to your mouth, and you suddenly feel an urge to grab the back of his neck and bring your lips together, but you shut down those intrusive thoughts. The water around him ripples gently as he slowly moves to you, and you hesitantly caress his wrist with your thumb. You let out a trembling sigh, still staring at his lips. Damian has come so close that now your chest is touching his, you feel his hot breath mingling with yours and for a moment, you really think he's going to kiss you. Your gaze drifts to his eyes, those deep green eyes are now half-lidded, staring at your lips, as if he were calculating something. You tilt your head slowly and subtly, beginning to close your eyes, already feeling how his lips brush against yours almost imperceptibly, almost feeling like the inevitable is going to happen—
And that's it. Lol.
Thank you for your kind words and asking for tips! If it's necessary, I could extend myself in another posts for more writing tips. I really enjoyed writing this haha I love talking about Damian.
By the way, this does not mean that the depictions of Damian in other fanfics are wrong! It's just how I rather write him, and it's just how he is written in canon. Damian's behavior in fics can vary depending on his age and how mature he is. But that doesn't mean his self in other fics are not valid, or that y'all shouldn't enjoy them. The way writers write characters in fics shouldn't affect the way you see those characters in canon!
I do! Although to be honest, it's pretty difficult to find male reader Damian ff that are not platonic or gender neutral 😔
Damian wants to adopt another animal, as if a cow and a giant bat-dragon weren't enough. Too bad you're in the way.
@noviecitodejason
One of my favourites ever. The author gets Dami so well, one of the best characterizations I've read.
«huh?»
damian confesses his love to you. but, uh… seems like you’re kinda deaf.
@gromodt
and
«stupid»
before damian met you, he thought he was the worst when it came to all that sappy, emotional crap. turns out, you proved him wrong.
@gromodt
I just love these 😭 they're so fluffy and sweet and and and I love it, I'm in love with Dami here
I fell in love with the fire long ago
How can you tell that your boyfriend is going to propose when he acts like he is going to every single day? The trick? Always wear nice clothes.
@writing-mlm
A classic. Lovely, amazingly, beautifully written and sooo cute. Also I love the depiction of Damian and his relationship with reader
IN A TRANCE
inspired by that scene in Princess Mononoke, or with a blade at his throat, Damian Wayne surprises both of you by saying, “You’re beautiful.” In that tense moment, the fight fades, replaced by an unexpected tension.
@moonologyy
So this one is actually gn!reader but I simply LOVE this. From the characterization to the description to how the writing absorbs you. And also I'm a sucker for this trope
Who is safety to you?
Damian's struggling with an art project where he has to define who makes him feel safe, that's when u come in the picture <3
@nauticalnocturnal
(I know I say this a lot but) I'm in love with the characterization of Damian here. Like yes this is Damian. You could tell me this is canon and I would 100% believe it. It's so precious and beautifully written.
Hormonal teenagers
Damian never saw the point of kissing, he’s an ex-assassin after all, has hands that were made to choke and not caress. That is—until he meets his newest favourite thing, your tongue piercing.
@damisbunni
This one is pretty suggestive but I keep coming back to it because ughhhhh I die every time I reread it, I love everything about it. And I also have a thing for tongue piercings but shhh
Damian Wayne X Catboy Reader
Protégé of Selena sneaks into the Wayne mansion, just for his very own jewel of picking. Only to get scolded.
@invincibledc
and
OWNERSHIP
Damian loves animals. Especially one hybrid that doesn’t seem to like him much. It doesn’t matter. He gets what he gets.
@invincibledc
So. This series of Catboy reader has me on chokehold. I freaking love this trope and I still do not understand why it isn't more written ?? It has so much potential, and this author absolutely takes advantage of that potential. I want to eat these two ff
Also I would recommend taking a look at this author's acc, there's a lot of male/gn reader and also DC ocs that I love :)
There are a lot more I love but I couldn't find them anymore 💔 still, I would also like to recommend @ollyissleepy acc, for platonic Damian/batfam, and overall male reader (one of my favourite authors of all time, thank you for your service to all male readers)
And how could I forget @purplespiritimagines ? They have mostly gn reader but HOLY, their writing is so beautiful, they not only write for Dami but for other DC characters and their ff are so long and so perfect I have cried of happiness. Genuinely take a look at their acc, you won't regret it.
ONESHOT, REQUEST: damian smitten, or just a collection of three different stories where he is just utterally in love with you.
a/n: sooo it was a little later than tuesday morning...
In Damian’s world, every second without you became another cruel reminder that even time itself could wound. Gotham had taught him many things: how to fight, how to survive, how to carve fear into the hearts of men twice his size. Yet nothing prepared him for the ache that settled in his chest whenever you were gone too long.
You had rooted yourself somewhere deep inside him. Somewhere beneath the sharpened edges and practiced control. Dangerous, really. To love someone so entirely that the thought of losing them made his lungs forget how to breathe.
He would burn Gotham to ash for you if you asked sweet enough. And unfortunately for him, this was not a well-kept secret.
The manor buzzed with idle chatter, silverware clinking against porcelain as another suffocating family dinner dragged onward. Bruce spoke of patrol routes. Dick laughed too loudly at something Jason muttered beneath his breath. Tim looked half dead over a cup of tea, carefully brewed to his liking.
Damian, however, heard none of it.
His pencil glided across paper with the precision of a surgeon’s blade. Every line deliberate. Every curve memorized. You lived inside his mind so vividly he no longer needed reference photos. He knew the exact shape of your smile, the way your eyelashes kissed your cheeks when you slept, the slight tilt of your head whenever you teased him.
“Damian.”
Nothing.
“Damian.”
Still nothing.
“DAMIAN.”
His head snapped upward, emerald eyes narrowed sharply toward Dick.
“Holy shit,” Dick laughed, leaning back in his chair. “You’re gone gone. I called your name like five times. What are you drawing?”
Damian’s expression flattened instantly. “Nothing that concerns you.”
Jason, ever invasive, leaned over his shoulder before Damian could shut the sketchbook.
“No fucking way.”
Damian’s jaw clenched as Jason snatched the book fully from beneath his hand. Pages flipped one after another, each sheet revealing you in different forms. Smiling. Sleeping. Reading. Just existing.
Entire pages dedicated to the slope of your lips alone.
“You’re drawing them?” Jason asked, somewhere between amused and disturbed.
“I draw many things,” Damian answered coolly, though the slight twitch in his brow betrayed him. “They simply occupy my thoughts at the moment.”
Jason barked out another laugh, flipping faster now. “Dude. This whole sketchbook is about them.”
Damian finally looked irritated. “They are my muse. I fail to understand why this conversation persists.”
A dangerous pause.
“Can I have that back now?”
The table fell quiet as Jason slowly returned the sketchbook. Damian placed the sketchbook carefully before himself once more, fingertips brushing over the page like it contained something holy.
The manor frightened you the first few times you stayed over. It groaned at night like something ancient lived beneath the floorboards. Endless hallways stretched into darkness, swallowing light whole. Portraits watched from the walls with unmoving eyes, and every creak sounded like the beginning of a horror film.
Yet none of it seemed to matter once Damian wrapped himself around you. His chest pressed firmly against your back, warmth seeping through the cold air of the room. One arm draped over your waist possessively while his breathing ghosted against the nape of your neck.
Safe. That was the word you associated with him most. Safe enough to fall asleep to the sound of rain striking the windows. Safe enough to melt entirely into his hold.
Unfortunately, your bladder did not care about romance.
You shifted slightly, grimacing as Damian’s grip instinctively tightened around your waist.
“Dami,” you whispered hoarsely. “Damian, I have to pee.”
A low grumble vibrated against your spine. Half asleep and deeply offended by your attempt to leave him.
“Beloved,” he muttered, voice rough with exhaustion, “ignore it.”
“I physically cannot.”
Another irritated sound escaped him before his hold finally loosened. Though not without one last squeeze, as if reminding you he expected, wanted, your return immediately.
You slipped quietly from the bed and padded toward the bedroom door. Yet, The second it creaked open, regret settled into your bones.
Darkness. Endless, suffocating darkness stretched through the hallway, interrupted only by a few dim lamps flickering near his siblings’ doors. You stared into the corridor. The corridor seemed to stare back.
Absolutely not.
Slowly, carefully, you shut the door again before turning toward the bed. Damian remained half sprawled against the mattress, dark hair messy from sleep as he blinked at you through heavy eyes.
“Damian,” you whispered.
He hummed softly in response.
“My love.”
One green eye opened further at the name.
“The hallway is dark.”
Damian stared at you for a long moment. “It is two in the morning,” he replied flatly. “It is supposed to be dark.”
You shifted awkwardly. “Dami… I’m scared.”
Then, without another word, Damian pushed himself upright from the bed. Exhaustion clung to every movement as he stood, grabbing the nearest sword from beside his dresser purely out of instinct before realizing where he was.
You blinked. “Why do you have that beside your bed?”
“That is not the current issue.”
Damian stood there for another second, sword still loosely hanging at his side while sleep fought to keep his eyes shut. The sight would have been intimidating if not for the fact his hair pointed in six different directions and one side of his shirt sat crooked on his shoulder.
You tried not to smile. Tried. Failed miserably.
“You are laughing at me,” he accused quietly.
“You grabbed a sword to walk me to the bathroom in your own home.”
“And?” His expression remained painfully serious. “If the manor decides to unleash horrors upon you at two in the morning, I will be prepared.”
A laugh slipped from your lips before you could stop it. Soft and warm and enough to make something gentler flicker briefly across his face.
Damian sighed dramatically as he moved toward the bedroom door. “Come. Before your paranoia convinces you the wallpaper can eat you.”
“You say that like this place doesn’t look haunted.”
“It is gothic architecture.”
“It is a vampire convention.”
His hand wrapped around the doorknob before pausing. “That was one time. And Dracula was surprisingly polite.”
“DAMIAN.”
A ghost of a smirk touched his mouth as he finally opened the door. The hallway remained just as terrifying as before. Darkness swallowing the endless corridor whole while old wooden floors creaked beneath each step. Somewhere deep within the manor pipes groaned like a dying animal.
Immediately, you latched onto the sleeve of Damian’s shirt. He looked down at your hand. Then at you. Then quietly shifted closer.
“You mock me now,” you murmured.
“I am adapting to your irrational behavior.”
“Mhm.”
The two of you walked slowly through the hall, Damian slightly ahead as though shielding you from shadows themselves. The dim lamps cast golden light across his features, catching against sharp cheekbones and tired green eyes. Even half asleep he moved like something lethal.
Another creak echoed somewhere downstairs. You froze instantly. Damian stopped too, gaze narrowing toward the darkness ahead. His grip on the sword adjusted automatically.
“Probably Father,” Damian muttered.
“Probably?”
“Or Grayson attempting to make midnight cereal.”
“That does not help.”
A smaller hand suddenly shot from one of the side hallways. You nearly screamed. Damian physically recoiled backward while instinctively lifting the sword.
“Woah! Jesus Christ!” Tim whisper-shouted, both hands raised immediately. “Why do you have a weapon?!”
Damian looked genuinely offended by the question. “Why are you emerging from shadows like a Victorian child with the plague?”
Tim blinked slowly. “I live here.”
“An unfortunate decision.”
You pressed both hands over your mouth trying desperately not to laugh as Tim’s exhausted eyes shifted between the two of you.
“…Did you seriously escort them to the bathroom?”
Damian’s face hardened instantly. “You will speak carefully.”
Tim stared for another long second before sighing deeply. “I’m going back to my room.”
“An excellent choice.”
“You are both insane.”
Tim disappeared back into the darkness just as suddenly as he appeared, leaving silence to settle once more.
You looked toward Damian, barely holding yourself together now. “You almost stabbed him.”
“He should not lurk.”
“He was walking.”
“Incorrect. He was skulking.”
Another laugh escaped you, softer this time.
Damian looked at you for a moment too long after that. Something in his expression gentling so suddenly it nearly stole the breath from your lungs.
“There,” he said quietly, nodding toward the bathroom door ahead. “Safe from the horrors of Wayne Manor.”
“You’re making fun of me again.”
“Only slightly.”
You moved toward the bathroom before pausing at the doorway. “Will you wait for me?”
Damian looked almost offended.
“Beloved,” he said, voice low and certain, “I would wait lifetimes for you.”
The city bled neon beneath Robin’s boots. Rainwater clung to the edges of rooftops, turning Gotham into something slick and silver beneath the moonlight. Patrol had dragged longer than expected. Two separate break-ins. A car chase through Burnley. One extremely irritating encounter with Killer Croc in the sewers that left Damian smelling faintly like mildew.
He was exhausted. Worse, he missed you.
The realization annoyed him more than the bruising ache settling beneath his ribs. Missing someone should not feel this consuming. This distracting. Every glimpse of warm apartment windows made something deep inside him ache with the memory of your laugh.
Damian landed silently against the fire escape outside your apartment building, cape fluttering behind him. He told himself he was merely checking on you. Gotham had been increasingly dangerous lately. Drake had mentioned heightened gang activity near your neighborhood.
That was the only reason he was here… obviously.
Your bedroom window slid upward easily beneath practiced fingers. Darkness greeted him first. Then warmth.
Your apartment always smelled like you. Faint traces of your favorite perfume and laundry detergent and something softer Damian could never properly describe without sounding absurdly poetic. It hit him instantly the moment he climbed through the window.
And there you were, asleep. A small lamp near the couch cast golden light across the room, illuminating the mess of blankets tangled around your body. One of his hoodies swallowed you whole, sleeves hanging past your hands while the Gotham Knights shirt he’d lost three weeks ago clung loosely against your legs. His clothes.
Damian went still. Something dangerous flickered low in his chest.
You had fallen asleep waiting for him. Your phone rested beside your cheek, screen dark now, though several unread messages from him remained visible in notification previews.
Dami: Patrol ran late.
Dami: Do not wait awake for me.
Dami: I mean it.
His jaw tightened faintly. You had ignored him. Like you always did when it came to him coming back late.
The sight should have irritated him. Instead, warmth spread slowly through his chest with enough force to make him uncomfortable. You looked impossibly peaceful like this.
One leg half hanging off the couch. Hair messy across the pillow beneath your head. Lips parted slightly as soft breaths escaped you. Completely defenseless. Completely his.
Damian removed his domino mask quietly before stepping closer.
The floor creaked beneath his boot. Immediately, your face scrunched slightly in your sleep.
“…Dami?”
His entire expression softened, “Yes, habibti.”
Your eyes barely opened. Heavy with exhaustion. “You’re late.”
“There was a situation downtown.”
“Mhm.”
You shifted deeper into the blankets before blinking at him slowly. “Did you get stabbed?”
“Not tonight.”
“Good.”
The simplicity of your concern nearly killed him.
You reached blindly toward him then, still half asleep. Damian stared at your outstretched hand for exactly one second before taking it immediately. Your fingers curled weakly around his glove.
“There you are,” you mumbled.
Damian exhaled quietly through his nose.
Ridiculous. You had reduced the grandson of Ra’s al Ghul into something unbearably soft.
He crouched beside the couch carefully, gaze scanning over you with clinical precision despite the tenderness threatening to ruin him.
“You continue stealing from my wardrobe,” he observed quietly.
A sleepy smile appeared instantly.
“You like it.”
“That is irrelevant.”
“It smells like you.”
His pulse stuttered.
You were too tired to notice the way his shoulders locked instantly beneath the suit. You were dangerously unaware of the effect you had on him.
Your eyes drifted shut again slowly. “Was waiting up,” you murmured. “Wanted to make sure you came home okay.”
Home. Not back. Home.
Without another word, he stood carefully before lifting you from the couch with effortless precision. You stirred only enough to curl instinctively against his chest, face pressing into the space beneath his neck.
“Tired,” you whispered.
“I know.”
Your arms wrapped lazily around him anyway.
Damian carried you toward the bedroom in complete silence, footsteps impossibly gentle for someone trained to kill before he could properly read. Moonlight spilled across the sheets as he lowered you carefully onto the mattress.
Yet the second he pulled away, your fingers caught weakly against his sleeve.
“Stay.”
The word came out barely audible. Damian looked down at you for a long moment.
Then, with all the devotion of a man utterly ruined by love, Robin climbed into bed beside you.
i keep clicking on the unfollow button instead of ask please ignore the noti i’ve been here since the first post ToT i just wanted to say one more time that i love your work so much and you’re genuinely one of my favorite writers on this platform. it’s always so fun and immersive to read, i mostly view reader as a separate character from myself but still i find myself so invested every time. and you’re so nice too please never stop writing we love you
😭 you're so sweet, thank you so much! words like this give me the motivation to continue writing when I don't have the inspiration lol. I'm glad that you enjoy reading my work, I am very grateful that someone calls me one of their favorite writers 🥹 please continue to support my fics :)
i dont finish Fanart often- tbh i re did this like 4 times. the anatomy is still wrong but blame my really bad blender skills... i made a reference in blender first and guess what- cuttign randomly the arm up of a the model turns the anatomy to shit!! who would have thought that!
This has been in the works since I posted the first part of Rebel Heart. I am genuinely very grateful that so many people have liked my work so much, to the point of creating art from it.
Plspls check out other @sharkincluded works! They're so amazing and talented!
I will keep this drawing close to my heart always 😭❤️
yes it’s me haha, people do ship ocs with characters a lot and it’s really fun but hm i’m kind of lazy to create something new for each series so i just stick to drawing myself. though i’m so curious how you imagine R‘s appearance when you write? is it consistent throughout all works or a whole different look based on the content?
haha I'm also lazy, I've the same oc for everything
Honestly, I try to not imagine Reader's appearance at all, just in case something sneaks in my writing. But normally when I do picture their appearance, it depends on the fic and it's more of a superficial appearance that could be ignored/changed. For example, I think Rebel Heart Reader would have more of an "alt" look (Mullet, piercings, maybe tattoos), while Wtf. Reader would be more of a casual/formal look. And completely random but I always imagined Mon Chéri Reader as blonde lol.
still thinking about your fic n i got some spare time so i whipped up a quick doodle of dami and me but i don’t have anyone to show so i’m sending it to you i’m the smoker anon xdd aw dami so moe aw
awww this is so cute 😭😭😭😭😭 It's very pretty 🫶 btw I know it's you/your oc but imagining reader w long hair was something I did not knew I needed (love Damian's face btw lmaooo)
i’m cheesing so hard gahh i ate up every single word i literally love you nica 😿😿😿 damimiiii 😿😿😿 i’ve been missing him so much this is the best day ever 😿 unrelated but kind of related i recently picked up smoking again too, i’m trying to drop it though hmm if only there was someone named damian wayne throwing my cigs out for me hm
tsym 💗 I'm really glad so many people liked rebel heart 😭 I actually wrote that specific part of the fic bc I also came back to smoking 💀 but seriously, leave it, if you don't have a damian wayne to throw them out, you should do it yourself, it's never worth it. I hope that at least my writing gave you a little comfort :)
also i wanted to say your old friend fic is genuinely one of my favorites i’ve reread it a bunch of times ahhh dami is so cute you do him so well sighs dreamily i larve him smsm
thank you so much 🫶 I love writing him, I'm so happy you enjoyed it that much 😭 it's one of my favourite fics I've ever written too
