Includes: gender neutral reader, reader is a child of Bruce (hinted that biological in one sentence but it can be taken either way), reader is a teen, reader moved in relatively recently, silly fic
This is 1000% self indulgent
“Welcome home, kid.”
You looked up after placing your shoes by the front door.
“Jason.” You nodded your head in greeting. Behind you appeared Damian, who goes to the same school as you, and he took his shoes off by yours.
“Afternoon, Todd.” He headed towards the kitchen to grab a snack, Jason following close behind him.
You’re about to join them when the charm on your bracelet lit up.
“Crap.”
“You coming?” Jason called from the hallway.
“Uh… you two go ahead! I’m gonna get a bath!”
You ran up to your room and lock the door. You have usually anywhere between 10-30 minutes of time to get to the scene before a Batfamily member will arrive. Luckily, magic has a way of tracking crime better than their tech.
You transformed into your fighting outfit and hop out the window.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
“Oomf!-“
You dug your staff into the ground to try and avoid being thrown back any further.
Most of the other villains are manageable, some even easy for you, but Ivy’s vines are versatile and strong.
Suddenly you get hoisted into the air, a vine squeezing your upside down body. You stab your staff into it a few times, but it didn’t budge much.
“I’ve got you.”
A sword cuts the vine, making it go limp around you. You land on your feet surprisingly graceful.
“I’ve told you to stay out of the way.” Robin lands beside you. He always looks a bit mad, but maybe that’s because he doesn’t like you very much. It is partially because he’s had to save your butt more times than he should, considering you’re the one with magic, but also because you’ve saved him many times as well.
“Where’s the Bat?”
“Up there.”
You looked up to see Batman fighting Poison Ivy on a rooftop.
“He’s gonna get his you-know-what kicked.” You commented before taking off, jumping up to join them with your abilities. You can even fly a bit, but you try to avoid doing so to save energy.
Batman was actually holding his own pretty well, but he was clearly getting worn out.
Okay, now’s my chance.
You charged up your wand and jump high to get a good view, aiming at Ivy.
“Batman!”
He looked up at you, then caught onto your plan and ducked down, while Robin covered his eyes.
The roof erupts into an explosion of pure light.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
Ivy was dead asleep due to your magic, currently being taken back to Arkham.
“Thanks for the help.” Batman gives you a nod.
“We could’ve covered it ourselves, for the record.”
You rolled your eyes at Robin’s comment, but still wish them a goodnight and head back home.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
“Ugh…”
You collapsed onto a beanbag on the other side of your window, transforming out of your costume. You’re pretty sure you inhaled at least 10 different toxic fumes from the plants. You’re lucky your magic shields you.
Suddenly, you heard stomping up your stairs.
“I’m telling you! They weren’t in here!”
“For crying out loud, Dick, I leave you alone for what, an hour? Two? And you lose a kid.”
Your door opens, and you have no clue what to do, so you pretended to sleep.
“They’re right there.” Bruce’s voice sounded tired. He must’ve been at a meeting (or a party).
“What?” Dick looked at you. “Bruce, I swear they weren’t here five minutes ago.”
“Are you sure you checked hard enough? It’s dark in here.”
“I was raised by the world’s best detective- I checked hard enough!”
“Shhh!” Bruce nudged him.
What?
“Look, there’s dirt on the windowsill! They probably snuck out to a party, or something.” Dick crossed him arms.
“Takes after Bruce, I see.” Tim commented, and you can hear the other two jump, startled.
“Let’s just go to sleep. I’ll look at the cameras tomorrow.”
You heard the three pile out of the room, door closing behind them.
“World’s greatest detective?”
You sat up, suddenly filled with energy.
“You gotta be kidding me.”
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
The next morning, you were set on figuring out this new mystery. You really didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but the evidence was pretty straightforward. Unless he meant a different Worlds Greatest Detective.
You went down the stairs, head hurting a bit from the night before.
“Morning.”
You looked up to see Tim with a mug in his hand. He still looked pretty tired, himself, probably having woken up a bit before you.
You gave him a nod and began to pour yourself some coffee.
“Where were you last night?”
Oh right.
“Home.” You replied, probably a bit too quick.
Tim snorted, but didn’t question you further. He was going to leave that to Dick and Bruce.
Speaking of-
“Where’s everyone else?”
“Bruce is working, I have no clue where Jason and Dick are, Duke is still asleep, Damian is with a friend, I think, and Cass and Steph are out getting brunch.” Tim put down his now empty mug in the sink. “What’re your plans for the day?”
You were about to tell him some excuse that’ll let you leave the house for a few hours when you remembered that this is the perfect moment to get some information.
“Actually, do you wanna talk a bit? I haven’t hung out with you in a while.” You gave him a smile, trying to look as convincing as you could.
“Oh- uh, sure. What do you wanna talk about?” He was a bit put off by your request, but that’s probably because you haven’t gone out of your way to hangout with anyone since you moved here.
“Oh, you know… tell me some about the family. I don’t know anyone crazy well.”
Tim started saying some surface level stuff, most of it things you already knew, but then he mentioned Dick and you pipped up.
“So has he lived with Bruce all his life?”
Tim shifted a bit, trying to put together his sentence. “Well, most of it, at least. Before that he lived with his birth parents, which I’m sure he’s mentioned.” He leaned against the counter, avoiding eye contact with you. “They, uh… passed away.”
You straightened up a bit. This is some sensitive information that you did not intend to dig up.
“What were their jobs?”
“Oh. They were all acrobats in a circus. The Flying Graysons.”
“Did they do any like… police work?”
Tim seemed perplexed, shaking his head. “Where’d you hear that?”
“Nowhere. I just… uh…”
“We’re home!”
Speak of the devil.
Dick and Jason walked into the kitchen, groceries in hand.
“So that’s where you were.” Tim muttered.
You all begin unloading groceries. Luckily, nobody brought up the previous conversation, probably to save the room from awkwardness.
It didn’t answer every question. If anything, it caused even more, but at least you had a few ideas.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
Maniacal laughing invaded your ears as you jumped out of the way of another Joker-bomb.
You watching as whatever was inside melted a park bench.
This is getting ridiculous.
Joker was currently standing on a machine filled to the brim with whatever concoction he put inside. You’re nowhere near in control enough of your magic to hit him without hitting the machine, which he claims will blow up if damaged.
You heard some yelling and looked over to see the majority of the Batfamily. Looks like they pulled out all the stops.
Joker started targeting his attacks on them, spouting some speech to Batman. You couldn’t help but worry as their shields and weapons melted with each hit.
Especially if as much of your family as you thought was there.
You used your powers to make a few orbs, all of which could turn into shields. They would be able to last longer than the majority of their supplies until they could contain the clown.
You were about to throw it to them when you got an (evil) idea.
“Dick!”
Nightwing looked up at you, his face turning pale when he realized what you said.
Nightwing??
No time to think. You toss him the orbs, which he catches, forcing himself to put his attention on the task at hand.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
It took a while before Joker was on his way to Arkham. Turns out the machine had nothing in it, and you could’ve taken the hit whenever.
Better than risking the city, at least.
You heard someone call your hero alias, and you immediately knew who it was.
“How do you know my name?” Nightwing whispered, making sure none of the police around you heard.
“Lucky guess.”
It wasn’t technically a lie. You did completely guess he’d be there.
“Seriously.”
You partially wanted to laugh, but also felt a bit bad for worrying him.
You leaned close and whispered back, “I didn’t sneak out to a party last night.”
“What- oh, my gosh.” His eyes widened under the mask, his mouth twitching into an amused smirk. “How’d you not get caught by the cameras?”
“Magic…?”
You both found yourselves laughing. Now a few people were looking at you.
“Nightwing!” Batman called. “Time to go.”
You smiled and nodded at him. “See you at home.”
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I’m def making a part 2, but I wanted to post what I have so far. Feel free to leave suggestions!!
Includes: gender neutral reader, reader is a child of Bruce (hinted that biological in one sentence but it can be taken either way), reader is a teen, reader moved in relatively recently, silly fic
This is 1000% self indulgent
“Welcome home, kid.”
You looked up after placing your shoes by the front door.
“Jason.” You nodded your head in greeting. Behind you appeared Damian, who goes to the same school as you, and he took his shoes off by yours.
“Afternoon, Todd.” He headed towards the kitchen to grab a snack, Jason following close behind him.
You’re about to join them when the charm on your bracelet lit up.
“Crap.”
“You coming?” Jason called from the hallway.
“Uh… you two go ahead! I’m gonna get a bath!”
You ran up to your room and lock the door. You have usually anywhere between 10-30 minutes of time to get to the scene before a Batfamily member will arrive. Luckily, magic has a way of tracking crime better than their tech.
You transformed into your fighting outfit and hop out the window.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
“Oomf!-“
You dug your staff into the ground to try and avoid being thrown back any further.
Most of the other villains are manageable, some even easy for you, but Ivy’s vines are versatile and strong.
Suddenly you get hoisted into the air, a vine squeezing your upside down body. You stab your staff into it a few times, but it didn’t budge much.
“I’ve got you.”
A sword cuts the vine, making it go limp around you. You land on your feet surprisingly graceful.
“I’ve told you to stay out of the way.” Robin lands beside you. He always looks a bit mad, but maybe that’s because he doesn’t like you very much. It is partially because he’s had to save your butt more times than he should, considering you’re the one with magic, but also because you’ve saved him many times as well.
“Where’s the Bat?”
“Up there.”
You looked up to see Batman fighting Poison Ivy on a rooftop.
“He’s gonna get his you-know-what kicked.” You commented before taking off, jumping up to join them with your abilities. You can even fly a bit, but you try to avoid doing so to save energy.
Batman was actually holding his own pretty well, but he was clearly getting worn out.
Okay, now’s my chance.
You charged up your wand and jump high to get a good view, aiming at Ivy.
“Batman!”
He looked up at you, then caught onto your plan and ducked down, while Robin covered his eyes.
The roof erupts into an explosion of pure light.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
Ivy was dead asleep due to your magic, currently being taken back to Arkham.
“Thanks for the help.” Batman gives you a nod.
“We could’ve covered it ourselves, for the record.”
You rolled your eyes at Robin’s comment, but still wish them a goodnight and head back home.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
“Ugh…”
You collapsed onto a beanbag on the other side of your window, transforming out of your costume. You’re pretty sure you inhaled at least 10 different toxic fumes from the plants. You’re lucky your magic shields you.
Suddenly, you heard stomping up your stairs.
“I’m telling you! They weren’t in here!”
“For crying out loud, Dick, I leave you alone for what, an hour? Two? And you lose a kid.”
Your door opens, and you have no clue what to do, so you pretended to sleep.
“They’re right there.” Bruce’s voice sounded tired. He must’ve been at a meeting (or a party).
“What?” Dick looked at you. “Bruce, I swear they weren’t here five minutes ago.”
“Are you sure you checked hard enough? It’s dark in here.”
“I was raised by the world’s best detective- I checked hard enough!”
“Shhh!” Bruce nudged him.
What?
“Look, there’s dirt on the windowsill! They probably snuck out to a party, or something.” Dick crossed him arms.
“Takes after Bruce, I see.” Tim commented, and you can hear the other two jump, startled.
“Let’s just go to sleep. I’ll look at the cameras tomorrow.”
You heard the three pile out of the room, door closing behind them.
“World’s greatest detective?”
You sat up, suddenly filled with energy.
“You gotta be kidding me.”
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
The next morning, you were set on figuring out this new mystery. You really didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but the evidence was pretty straightforward. Unless he meant a different Worlds Greatest Detective.
You went down the stairs, head hurting a bit from the night before.
“Morning.”
You looked up to see Tim with a mug in his hand. He still looked pretty tired, himself, probably having woken up a bit before you.
You gave him a nod and began to pour yourself some coffee.
“Where were you last night?”
Oh right.
“Home.” You replied, probably a bit too quick.
Tim snorted, but didn’t question you further. He was going to leave that to Dick and Bruce.
Speaking of-
“Where’s everyone else?”
“Bruce is working, I have no clue where Jason and Dick are, Duke is still asleep, Damian is with a friend, I think, and Cass and Steph are out getting brunch.” Tim put down his now empty mug in the sink. “What’re your plans for the day?”
You were about to tell him some excuse that’ll let you leave the house for a few hours when you remembered that this is the perfect moment to get some information.
“Actually, do you wanna talk a bit? I haven’t hung out with you in a while.” You gave him a smile, trying to look as convincing as you could.
“Oh- uh, sure. What do you wanna talk about?” He was a bit put off by your request, but that’s probably because you haven’t gone out of your way to hangout with anyone since you moved here.
“Oh, you know… tell me some about the family. I don’t know anyone crazy well.”
Tim started saying some surface level stuff, most of it things you already knew, but then he mentioned Dick and you pipped up.
“So has he lived with Bruce all his life?”
Tim shifted a bit, trying to put together his sentence. “Well, most of it, at least. Before that he lived with his birth parents, which I’m sure he’s mentioned.” He leaned against the counter, avoiding eye contact with you. “They, uh… passed away.”
You straightened up a bit. This is some sensitive information that you did not intend to dig up.
“What were their jobs?”
“Oh. They were all acrobats in a circus. The Flying Graysons.”
“Did they do any like… police work?”
Tim seemed perplexed, shaking his head. “Where’d you hear that?”
“Nowhere. I just… uh…”
“We’re home!”
Speak of the devil.
Dick and Jason walked into the kitchen, groceries in hand.
“So that’s where you were.” Tim muttered.
You all begin unloading groceries. Luckily, nobody brought up the previous conversation, probably to save the room from awkwardness.
It didn’t answer every question. If anything, it caused even more, but at least you had a few ideas.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
Maniacal laughing invaded your ears as you jumped out of the way of another Joker-bomb.
You watching as whatever was inside melted a park bench.
This is getting ridiculous.
Joker was currently standing on a machine filled to the brim with whatever concoction he put inside. You’re nowhere near in control enough of your magic to hit him without hitting the machine, which he claims will blow up if damaged.
You heard some yelling and looked over to see the majority of the Batfamily. Looks like they pulled out all the stops.
Joker started targeting his attacks on them, spouting some speech to Batman. You couldn’t help but worry as their shields and weapons melted with each hit.
Especially if as much of your family as you thought was there.
You used your powers to make a few orbs, all of which could turn into shields. They would be able to last longer than the majority of their supplies until they could contain the clown.
You were about to throw it to them when you got an (evil) idea.
“Dick!”
Nightwing looked up at you, his face turning pale when he realized what you said.
Nightwing??
No time to think. You toss him the orbs, which he catches, forcing himself to put his attention on the task at hand.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
It took a while before Joker was on his way to Arkham. Turns out the machine had nothing in it, and you could’ve taken the hit whenever.
Better than risking the city, at least.
You heard someone call your hero alias, and you immediately knew who it was.
“How do you know my name?” Nightwing whispered, making sure none of the police around you heard.
“Lucky guess.”
It wasn’t technically a lie. You did completely guess he’d be there.
“Seriously.”
You partially wanted to laugh, but also felt a bit bad for worrying him.
You leaned close and whispered back, “I didn’t sneak out to a party last night.”
“What- oh, my gosh.” His eyes widened under the mask, his mouth twitching into an amused smirk. “How’d you not get caught by the cameras?”
“Magic…?”
You both found yourselves laughing. Now a few people were looking at you.
“Nightwing!” Batman called. “Time to go.”
You smiled and nodded at him. “See you at home.”
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I’m def making a part 2, but I wanted to post what I have so far. Feel free to leave suggestions!!
Just some of my favorite DC fics. it's mostly BatFam cause that's my current hyper fixation. I may have a slight thing for Jason Todd 😅. Reader is gender neutral unless noted otherwise.
Other Fic Recs
Key:
Fluff ☁️
Angst ⛈️
Mature 🌹
Smut 🔥
Comfort 💞
Reverse Comfort 🔁💞
Yandere 🩸
Series 🔗
Dynamics:
Strangers 💛
Best Friends 💙
Strangers to Lovers 🧡
Friends to Lovers 💜
Exs to Lovers 💝
Established Relationship ❤️
Lovers to Exs 💔
Enemies/Rivals to Lovers 💘
Platonic
Bruce Wayne/Batman
☁️ Slipping Through My Fingers (Daughter!Reader) by @peachessprincess ♀️
Dick Grayson/Nightwing
☁️ Shared Custody (Child!Dick || referenced romance with Bruce) by @ghxstrobins ♀️
Damien Wayne-Al'Ghul/Robin
☁️💞 Dad's GF (BatMom!Reader) by @torasplanet ♀️
☁️💞 Hot Chocolate and Cats (BatMom!Reader) by @cryptpages ♀️
☁️ Darling Never Grow Up (Batsis!Reader + Jon Kent) by @hearts4mica ♀️
Multi
⛈️💞🔗 Punchline AU (Joker's Daughter and the Batfam) by @witherby ♀️
☁️🔗 Littlest Wayne AU (Adopted by the Batfam) by @witherby
☁️💞🩸 Family Knows Best (Batfam) by @one-green-frog ♂️
⛈️🩸 Neglected Reader Turned Mafia Boss (Batfam) by @ladyrosemone
☁️💞 Found Family (Batfam & Kents) by @lunasfics ♀️
🩸🔗 Little Thief (Batfam) by @green-butterfly-writes
⛈️💞 Drug Addicted Sibling (Jason and Dick) by @njghtiee
🩸 The Winner Takes All (Batfam) by @stove-top96
☁️ The Invisible Girl (Batsis!Reader) by @pomegranatelifethis ♀️
⛈️💞 Fit to be a Mother (Batmom!Reader) by @emskryptonite ♀️
Romantic
Bruce Wayne/Batman
🌹 Count on Mom by @alisonwritesimagines ❤️♀️
☁️ Meeting the CEO by @yourgirlkitty 🧡♀️
☁️🌹 Till Death Do Us Part by @iydiamartinx ❤️♀️
Dick Grayson/Nightwing
🔥 "Will You Mind It?" by @hhoneylemon ❤️♂️
🔥 Dick Can Be Mean by @marshallpen ❤️♀️
Jason Todd/Red Hood
☁️ Bluetooth by @cipheress-to-k-pop 🧡♀️
☁️ Meet the Family by @mostly-imagines ❤️♀️
☁️ Meeting His Siblings by @gilverrwrites ❤️
☁️ The Gift of Truth by @saltyjoy ❤️♀️
☁️ M.I.A. by @indulgentdaydream ❤️
☁️ Pastel Goth!Reader by @fallen-angel2470 ❤️♀️
☁️ Lipstick Confessions by @luvlypresley ❤️♀️
⛈️💞 To Love and to Lose by @itsameaera ❤️
☁️ (Not So) Private Nicknames by @kandyscorner ❤️♀️
☁️ I Have a Grandchild? by @jellyfishsthings ❤️♀️
⛈️💞 Your Tears Kill Me by @vacate-et-scire ❤️
Tim Drake/Red Robin
☁️ Against All Odds by @saltyjoy 💙♀️
Damien Wayne-Al'Ghul/Robin (Aged Up)
⛈️💞 The Heart Remembers by @fawnindawn 💝♀️
☁️ Runnin' Back to You by @fawnindawn 💘♀️
☁️🌹 Lethal Devotion by @iydiamartinx ❤️♀️
☁️ Damian Has a *Bit* of Cuteness Aggression by @arachnidseyes ❤️
☁️ Secret Relationship by @venusscore ❤️
☁️ She Loves What Makes Her Suffer by @fromrory ❤️♀️
☁️ He Gives You Things Doesn't He by @fromrory ❤️♀️
⛈️🔗 Blood Between Us by @rowan-no-rizzz ♀️
☁️🔗 Family Dinner by @lillilybells ❤️♀️
☁️ Hi Barbie by @unreasonablerobin ❤️♀️
Wally West/Kid Flash
☁️🌹 First Few Kisses by @moviecritc ❤️♀️
Roy Harper/Arsenal
⛈️ Trauma Bonding by @lillilybells
Multi
🌹🩸🔗 A Day in Life (Poly!Justice League) by @couldeatthatgirlforlunch 🧡
☁️🌹💞 Fainting During Sex (Batboys) by @clemmmmmmmmmmmmmm ❤️
☁️🌹 When You Love to Look Good (Batboys) by @peachessprincess ❤️♀️
☁️🌹🔗 Streamer!Reader (Batboys) by @damselneedssaving 💛♀️
To Celebrate Damian Wayne x Secret Reader reaching 2k!
I will be writing part 2, but everyone knows I’m a slow writer, so while y’all wait, we’ll be doing a QnA!!
All you have to do is either repost this with your question, put it in the comments, or, if you wanna keep yourself secret, just send it in my ask box anonymously!
Anything is allowed!
(please participate I love interacting with y’all)
Secret relationship with Damian Wayne and reader, I've always been a sucker those (^^)
Aww I love these!!
Damian Wayne x Reader, but they’re in a secret relationship
Contains: Nosy batfam, cute fluffy stuff, Damian is meant to be your age in this (it’s more teenager targeted, but you can still see it as adult), cuddling and a kiss??
Enjoy! 💚
You were this close to falling asleep when you heard the window open. You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was, and you didn’t plan to.
A pair of arms wrapped around you, a leg gets thrown over yours, and a face is pushed in your hair.
“Habibi..” he whispered. “Are you awake?”
“Barely…” you grumbled. “Let me sleep.”
He grunted, but didn’t comment. His fingers sunk into the softness of your tummy and he relaxed. “Love you.”
That made your heart melt. It took him forever to say he loved you, but now that he has, he doesn’t stop. For Damian, love is… blunt. He says his feelings, because he doesn’t know how to show them very well.
“I love you too.” You muttered.
“Even when I wake you up in the middle of the night?”
“Especially then.”
˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊
Damian climbed into his own window at 5AM. Was it redundant to sleep at your house for four hours, just to return to his own before his family woke up? Yes. But it was worth it.
Suddenly, his bedroom light flicked on. Damian looked up and saw his worst nightmare- Tim.
Oh, Dick was there too. Guess it’s not all bad.
“So… who’s the girl?” Dick asks with a grin. Damian gave him a big glare. “Or guy-“ Dick continues. “We’re very accepting, little D.”
“I wasn’t with a girl.” Damian hissed out.
“So a gu-“
“Or a guy!”
“So what were you out doing?” Tim asks. “Why’d you sneak in through the window?”
“It was convenient.” Damian said as he looked away.
“I’m sure-“
Suddenly, the door opens, revealing a very sleepy Bruce. “What’s this commotion about?” He grumbled.
“Damian has a secret partner!” Tim immediately tattles. There’s no loyalty in this family.
Bruce’s eyebrows raised as he looked at his youngest. “Damian?” He prompts.
“I do not!” Damian protests.
“So what’s the deal, man?” Dick speaks up. “You hide your phone, you’re more giddy, you get home at ungodly hours with these wide smiles, and yes, I know this isn’t the first time you’ve arrived at five in the morning, so what’s the deal?”
Damian just stands there. He was speechless. He thought he was sneaky, but nobody’s really sneaky in a house of detectives.
He sighs and decides to give up. “I have a partner.”
“What’s their name?” Bruce asks.
“(Your name).”
“Can we meet them?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You’ll scare them off.” He says like it’s obvious.
“Do they know you’re Robin?” Dick asks.
Damian looks off and nods. “They do.”
Bruce raises his eyebrow. “You trust this random person with your identity-“
“He loves them.” Dick says without argument, making all faces turn to him. Tim looked amused, Bruce looked horrified, and Damian looks like he’d strangle his brother any minute now.
“Is that true?” Bruce asks as his gaze turns to Damian.
Damian wanted to lie, say he didn’t love you, hide all vulnerabilities… but he knew, deep down, his family was just showing that they cared. So he spoke the truth. “Yes. Yes I do.”
Bruce looked at him, his gaze softening. He suddenly ruffles his son’s hair, to which Damian makes a noise of objection.
“Okay. We’ll meet them when you’re ready.” He mutters gently. “Just… stop sneaking around, alright? You’re free to see them.”
Damian relaxed a bit and nodded. “Okay.”
˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊
That night, it was only 9PM when you heard the familiar noise of an opening window. You turned and saw him in his Robin suit.
“You’re early.” You comment with a smirk.
“My family knows.” He cuts you off. “I’m sorry.”
You give a confused look. “About us?”
“Correct.”
“So?”
Damian was appalled- so? SO?? Did you not see the chaos this could cause? The vulnerability? The openness?
“They’re disasters, habibi. Dysfunctional at best. You must understand-“ he starts.
“You think they’ll scare me off?” You smirk.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You meant it.”
Now he was just flustered. Why did you have to see through him?
“Damian.” You call gently, making him look from the floor to you. “I’m not scared of your family. I’m dating you, not them.”
He melted as your hands carded through his hair and you kissed his forehead.
“Yeah.” He whispered. “You are.”
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Ahhh I had so much fun with this!! I just went to a concert, so I’ve been working in my requests during the car ride home. Thanks so much for reading!
I got a message today from a scammer, saying they reported my account because someone impersonated me. They asked me to email a specific email address to fix things, but I went to the tumblr help page, who informed me this was a scam.
I’m putting this out there to warn others, because even though I had a feeling it wasn’t real, I wanted to make sure that nothing would happen to my acc. When I went though their account, they looked like a real profile, so I decided to go along with it.
here’s the acc:
Idk if they were hacked and now are being used to hack others or what. Don’t go sending them harassment or anything.
Here’s some of the messages:
Anyways, please stay safe! I think they blocked me so I couldn’t report them or something. (I was still able to dw)
Contains: drinking, reader is a hero/vigilante, reader gets drunk, Damian is a good person in this, crushes, and a happy ending
Enjoy!! 💚
The Justice League was having a little party, a way for new and old heroes to meet and hangout. You were part of the first category.
You didn’t even expect to get invited. You’ve talked to a few other members, but you didn’t think you made enough of an impression to get in. Either way, now you’re here!… standing in the corner.
Listen, you wanted to reach out and make connections, you did! But it’s so hard when they already know each other!
You took another gulp of your cup of punch, suddenly feeling a bit braver.
Okay, I can do this.
You made your way into the crowd. You swear the lights got brighter. The voices and music were louder. Has it always been this warm-
“(Name)?”
You turned around to see Damian Wayne- someone you actually know!
“O-Oh, hey, Damian!” You smile at him, your feet losing balance for a second before he grabs your arms.
“Are you okay?” His voice was a bit lower. He pulled you closer in an attempt to stabilize you against him. “You’re… wobbly.”
Suddenly, Dick Grayson saw you and chuckled a bit. “Someone had too much punch.” He gave you a smirk.
“What?” You look up at him.
“The… punch?”
You blinked a few times, confused.
“Have many cups have you had?” He asked.
You shrugged, a slight slur in your voice. “Three… maybe? Uhm… yeah, three! This is my second.” You hold up the almost-empty cup.
“Oh, boy.” Dick’s fingers went to pinch his nose-bridge, letting out a sigh. “That’s spiked.”
Damian and you both froze as he said that.
“That makes a lot of sense.” You muttered, resting more of your weight on Damian, who quickly accommodated. You’re definitely a lightweight.
“Okay, you’re going home.” Damian starts walking with you.
You found yourself walking with him automatically. “Why?” You asked stupidly, the alcohol smoothing your usually sharp mind.
Damian let out a huff that was almost a laugh, but he stopped himself. “Because you can hardly walk.” He explained, trying to stay stern.
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He’d ended up using Dick’s motorcycle to drive you home. You were situated in front of him, while he drove from behind you. He didn’t trust you to not fall off in this state.
“Okay.” He stops in front of your apartment complex. “This is the correct address?” You nod your head.
He helps you off the motorcycle and begins walking you to your apartment. He couldn’t help but notice how you’d been staring at him the whole time.
Why were you staring? Because you have a big crush on him that is suddenly hard to hide. The fact he cared enough to help you home was even more attractive.
“What?” You jump a bit when he speaks up.
“Nothing.”
He raised a brow, clearly wanting to ask more, but chose to move on.
“Here we are.” You both stop at your apartment door, and you dig around your packets before feeling the chilled metal of keys. You were about to unlock the door when you found yourself staring again.
Damian looked at you and let out a sigh. “Seriously, what is it? Why do you keep-“
“Your eyes are really pretty.”
He paused, trying to understand what you just said. You could’ve sworn his face got a bit red.
“You really are drunk.” He muttered to himself, reaching for the keys in your hand. As his fingers neared your own, you acted purely on the alcohol, wrapping your own around his. He gave you a perplexed look. “(Name)?”
You felt your face heat up. What are you doing?
Damian gently pulled his hand out of yours, taking the keys with him and unlocking the door. He looked like he wanted to say something. He didn’t.
You didn’t move forward. You didn’t want to. This is the closest you’ve ever gotten to telling him how you feel, and he wasn’t pulling away! You’ve been watching him get flirted with by other people, each one feeling more and more talented than you, yet he’d never stick with them more than 15 minutes. But he’s here. With you. He hasn’t left yet, so that has to mean something, right?
So you pulled him closer, not really sure what you were going for. It looked like a kiss, but maybe could’ve been mistaken for a hug, or even a really weak headbutt.
He stopped you.
You froze as soon as he held you still, trying to comprehend what you just did, and even worse, how he reacted.
“(Name).” He repeated, but his tone was softer, not angry like you thought.
“I’m sorry.” You blurted before he could try and console you. “I- I shouldn’t have read this that way. You were just being nice.” The alcohol was making your emotions way stronger, with tears rushing to your eyes.
Damian shushed you, making you go silent immediately.
“It’s not that I don’t like you, okay?” He started, but you cut him off (again).
“Then what? I’m getting mixed signals, Damian!” You knew you shouldn’t yell at him. It’s not his fault. You’re the one complicating things.
He didn’t raise his voice back, however, like you’d expect from him. Instead, he just continued what he was saying. “You’re drunk. Not blackout drunk, but drunk is drunk, and I refuse to kiss you, much less anything else, until you’re sober.”
Oh.
The idea he was that respectful was honestly the most attractive thing he could do. His fingers wiped the tears from your pink cheeks, and he started leading you inside your apartment.
“Kiss me in the morning.” You halted in your tracks, causing him to run into you a bit.
“Pardon?”
“Kiss me in the morning!” You repeated louder. “When I’m not drunk! Come see me, please. I’ll be awake! I’ll even set an alarm! Then kiss me!”
Damian had a slight smirk on his face. “You’ll be hungover, (Name).”
“Oh, come on, Damian!”
He let out a laugh. It was light and fun, like something you’d actually hear from a guy his age.
“We’ll see.” He dropped your keys in your hands.
With that, he closed the door, leaving you to your apartment.
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6:00 AM
You woke up to the sound of a window opening, making your vigilante instincts flare up.
Until you saw who it was.
“Damian.”
He sat by you on your bed, holding some granola bars, painkillers, and a Gatorade.
“You’re here.” You whispered, realizing the night before really wasn’t a dream.
“Take this.” He put two tablets in your hand, watching you swallow them with the Gatorade.
You smiled at him. “Thanks. My head was killing me-“
He cut you off with a kiss. It was quick, lasting for only a few seconds, but enough to make you speechless.
“I know.”
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I started this draft like two months ago and then got bored
I really liked it tho so I started working tonight and genuinely entered the flow state 💗
ANYWAYS sorry for starving my Damian fans. Love y'all, and thanks for all the support!
