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PSA WHERE IS THE DUKE THOMAS FICS?!

Why are there barely any?! It’s so sad :( please please, someone else write fics with Duke please

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Can you do mortal Kombat 1 lui Kang,Tomas,Kuai liang and bi han x female reader together please. I don't know if you know mortal Kombat or if this summary makes sense but want something with this on it

Summary: Reader is out eating at madam bo's after training by herself. lui Kang and the Lin kuei trio are also there searching for her and they finally find her at madam bo's. Lui Kang and the Lin kuei trio has been watching the reader for a while now interested in her martial arts skills and wants the reader to be one of earthrealm's champions. But they all did not expect to fall in love with her,and started to get protective and possessive over the reader.

Hello! Thank you for your request :) I held onto it for a long time because I like your concept but I don’t know ANYTHING about mortal combat :(

I was going to do some research but life’s getting a little busy now and I don’t foresee fulfilling your request anytime soon.

But thank you for asking 🤍 getting a request always makes me excited hehe

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Hello! Idk If ur taking requesets but if u are, could u write about Damian wayne x twin! Reader

Like, reader is the kid Bruce kept but Talia didn't told Damian about it, he had no idea he had a twin and when he moved to Ghotam he was like wtf bruh?

Idk If i made myself clear srry

—🗝️ anon

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The Wayne Twins

Twin!Damian Wayne x Twin!Reader

Summary: a requested story on how Damian and Reader are twins. Talia gave up reader to Bruce, but kept Damian secretly. Damian arrives in and finally meets his father and sister.

A/n: Honestly I was so stuck with this request so I kinda just left it with an abrupt end, I tried my darnedest.

Damian has a strong held belief that his family dynamic is incredibly messy. Future psychologists will use the Al Ghul Family as a case study in their research… figuratively of course, no one can know of the Al Ghul family- let alone their issues.

Damians swears he’s not just some angsty pre-teen cursing his family for being the worst. His grandfather is the head of an elite assassination and expects him to take over the family business… killing people. Try having a narcissistic mother who started training her newborn before the umbilical cord was even cut and kills you at any given point as part of your training only to bring you back to life in the Lazarus pit... yeah, it’s messy.

Even worse. Try having a father, who no one dares to speak of. Did Damian’s father abandon him? Or is he dead? Does he even know about Damian? Does he even care?

Damian wasn’t sure. And it was clear that no one was going to supply any answers.

If Damian wanted to meet his father, he’ll have no choice but to seek him out. It was evident his mother was never intending to share any information for the foreseeable future.

Finally.

After months of unrelenting search, Damian finally uncovered the truth.

Bruce Wayne, Gothams wealthiest man is his biological father. And really, Damian isn’t surprised his father is so accomplished, it’s all simple genetics.

But the real cut-throat realisation came when Damian realised that Bruce was unaware of Damian’s existence, and that Bruce had other adopted children in his place.

Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake and Y/n Wayne.

As the rightful heir, there’s nothing more frustrating than seeing others gain what is rightfully yours.

But it wasn’t until Damian stood at the front door of Wayne Manner had he realised with great certainty that Y/n might actually be a blood relative.

Ignoring the fact they look nothing alike, Y/n had similar features to Bruce, or maybe it’s that Y/n had the same mannerisms as her father. Considering she was pictured with Bruce since a baby, it’s natural to pick up the same behavioural mannerisms as the person who raised you.

“Okay kid- how’d you get over the electric fence, laser sensors and bypass security cameras?” You drawl taking a slurp of your boxed juice as you stare out boredly at the unexpected visitor.

“Kid?! We are the same age!” Damian defends as you look down at him from the tip of your nose.

“Hmmm- sureeee…” Your condescending tone grates irritably on Damian’s nerves.

“I am here to reinstate my rightful place as father’s legitimate blood-son.” Your face sours as you stare down at Damian.

“Oh yeah? Who’s your mother?” You snort decisively. There’s no fucking way you’d even entertain such a claim.

“Tahlia Al Ghul.”

Well shit.

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How the batboys would react to you labeling them as your property.

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Bruce: You'd been helping Alfred label things in the attic all day and at the end, you print one extra, pressing a sticker that had "Property of—" your name written on it. You stuck it on the breast pocket of his suit before an event you weren't able to go to because of other obligations, just to make sure no one else would try to flirt with him and he didn't even notice until halfway through the evening. It was the most peace and quiet he'd gotten in a while (Aside from a picture in the press with a headline that read "BRUCE WAYNE SO SMITTEN HE'S BECOMING PROPERTY".) When he got home, he gave you a small disapproving glare and pulled it off, watching you frown dramatically. A few days later he hands you a small box with the label inside of it, properly laminated and made into a little pin for him to wear to any event you couldn't be there for.

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Dick: You bought a label maker and were OBSESSED with it, to say the least. What started as a project to organize some cabinets and spices turned into the entire apartment becoming labeled with item names or the stuff that specifically belonged to him or you. You labeled your milk, because you knew he'd finish your very specific kind without caring. You labeled your hairbrush, in hopes he'd stop getting his hair in it whenever he used yours because he couldn't find his. And you labeled him. He frowned, feeling you place something on his back and shrugged his jacket off, checking to see what it was. Your name had been printed on a label, attached to it his jacket. He smirked in amusement, watching you shrug lightly as if you had no idea why he was grinning. Then, he pulled it back on, taking the label maker from you and officially revoking your privileges as he offered to take you lunch, not bothering to pull the label off.

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Jason: You were bored, watching from the couch as he read quietly one evening in his favorite chair. You spent all day organizing stuff around the apartment on his day off with him occasionally looking up to glance at you before turning a page. When you were finally done, he was still reading, almost at the end of the book in his hands. You fiddled with the label maker, pressing some buttons and printing out your name next to the words 'loves Jason' and then stuck it to his sleeve. He didn't even glance at it. So you printed another. And another. Until his sleeve was mostly full, so you stuck the next one on his cheek. That finally broke him and his lips tugged into a reluctant smile, having known the entire time what label you'd been attaching to him. He set the finished book down and pulled the label maker out of your hand, printing one that said he loves you in return, and sticking it on your shoulder before getting up and tackling you on the couch, his arms wrapping around your waist, tickling you as he buried his face in your neck while you laughed.

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The Break-Up Rejection

Duke Thomas x Reader

Summary: Duke try’s to break-up with his girlfriend. Only Y/n thinks Duke reason is stupid and refuses.

“I never could’ve imagined that my vigilante life would’ve put you in danger like this.” Duke says, starring at the floor. “I - I think it’s best if we break-up.” Dukes own words stab his heart. His head goes painfully blank he never would want to do such a thing, but if that’s what it took to protect the love of his life, then he’ll do whatever it takes.

The bat cave is painfully silent, the only sounds echoing is the rainwater droplets falling off their bodies and hitting the cave floor. Not even other members of the Batfamily dared to interfere.

It took all of Dukes will power to raise his head, dreading to see the look of pain, on his beloved girlfriend’s face. But instead, Duke is met with his beloved looking at him with a pissed of scowl.

“Hell no.” Was all you muttered, as Duke stared at you with confusion. “We aren’t breaking-up, got it?” You stated, now limping off towards Alfred, hand still clutching at you wounded abdomen. Ignoring the rest of the Batfamily who watch on in stunned silence.

“Wha- what do you mean ‘no’, y-you can’t-“ But Duke goes quite again as you whip around with the deadly gaze of that to a cobra.

“You’re not breaking up with me for a dumb reason like nobility. If you’re breaking up with me, then it’s because you don’t love me anymore or because of any other ‘real’ reasons. But breaking up to protect me is stupid.” You state, your words laced with venom.

“I’m sorry Y/n, but if that’s what it takes to protect you than that’s what I have to do.”

“Well, get over it. I don’t want to break up. So that’s that.” You say dryly which only makes Dukes brain spin.

Cassie’s booming laugh is certainly not helping.

“Baby please.” You pull him in by his collar and gaze into his eyes which dart around nervously.

“If you want to break up with me, then look me dead in the eyes and say it.” But Dukes weak resolved crumbled in an instant as he locks onto your stern gemstone eyes.

“Okay, okay. Let’s just get you first aid okay?” He says, arm snaking around your waist, assisting you to the medical bay. But not before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Okay, what the hell just happened?” Jason asks only for Cass to shrug.

“Duke tried to break-up with Y/n but Y/n said no.” Cass states, also walking to the medical bay.

“You can say no?” Tim turns to Steph, only to shake her head.

“No, but Y/n managed to.”

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The Ex gets Married

Bruce Wayne x Ex-Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bruce breaks up with Y/n and ends up in a tumultuous relationship with Selina. Bruce finds out about his ex-girlfriend moving on and is heartbroken.

Warning: Bruce does not have a happy ending.

Many years before, Bruce, had to make a life altering decision.

Should he follow his head or his heart?

He loved both Selina and Y/n dearly for very different reasons.

But there was no use pondering the decision further. Selina was a safe bet.

Selina, whilst fickle, was still a woman capable of handling the rough and tough life style that accompanied his alter-ego. Selina’s life parallels his own; their secret life, their deep rooted trauma, their years of personal growth together.

When considering these factors, it was indisputable, he had to follow his head, and in the end he got exactly what he asked for.

An unbridled romantic companion that was only ever present when it suited her.

Selina was never consistent in supporting Bruce. Only being present at the worst of times, and never being available to celebrate the best of times.

Selina was incapable of bonding with his sons. It’s not like she didn’t try, the boys were just utterly disinterested in bonding with a woman who seemed to sail in and out of Bruce’s life on a whim. Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian felt Selina was not going to be around long, so they always turned her down or avoided Selina when possible.

Selina was uncomfortable with the mundane. Drama followed her where ever she went. Her constant blow outs strains Bruce beyond measure.

As usual, Bruce retreats to his cold and lonely bed. It’s been weeks since he last heard from Selina. He stares at the ceiling and wonders what his life could’ve been like had he followed his heart.

You were always the first to hold Bruce and comfort him in his times of need. You were always pushing to celebrate ridiculous milestones and insisting it was important since it was an achievement.

You put in so much effort bonding with his sons. You’d spent days in Bludhaven, looking after Dick in hospital when no one else could. You drove to Jason’s favourite dive bar, drank beer with him every Friday. You attended all of Tim’s extracurricular events. You would drink tea with Damian and listen to him vent his frustrations with his teammates.

Better yet, you were always in bed waiting for him. Arms always spreading open, ready to embrace him after a difficult night out.

Bruce missed you dearly, but he knows he made the right decision. Selina was capable of protecting herself- you weren’t.

Bruce constantly reminds himself of that time Joker almost took your life as you helplessly dangled from the building. Your survival from that encounter was pure luck. If Bruce wasn’t your boyfriend, you would’ve been safe.

So, Bruce made the right decision following his head. Following his heart would’ve brought nothing but heartache.

The house seemed unusually quite. There was no noise, no movement. He hasn’t heard anything from anyone.

“Alfred, where are the boys?” The older gentlemen continues to assemble the cucumber sandwiches, pretending he didn’t hear a single word. “Alfred?” The older man sighs as he contemplates telling the truth, to honouring the lie fabricated by the boys. At last, Alfred opts for the ugly truth.

“The young masters are attending a wedding ceremony.” Alfred answers bluntly, unwilling to be the barer of bad news.

“A wedding ceremony? Who’s wedding is it?” Alfred places the plate in front of Bruce, continuing to avoid eye contact. “Alfred, answer the question.”

He sighs as he pours a glass of water. “John Constantines wedding.”

Confusion crosses Bruce as to why his sons are attending that man’s wedding. “I didn’t know he had a significant other, who is he marrying?”

Alfred looks off to the clock as Bruce waits impatiently for the long drawn out answer. The clock strikes twelve, which floods the house with a melody to notify half the day has passed. Finally, Alfred speaks. “As of 12’oclock John Constantine has married his beloved wife Y/n Constantine.”

All colour in Bruce’s face drains, his mouth goes dry and he’s not sure if his heart is beating. “Y/n… she’s married?” Alfred nods unsympathetically.

“The women you love has married someone that isn’t you.” Alfred’s words rubs salt in Bruce’s already wounded heart. “Incase you were wondering Master Bruce… Selina Kyle had introduced the two around the time you had broken up.” Bruce’s head turns to mush at the news.

It’s not like he intended to get back together with you or anything- so why is he so upset?

Of course you would move on eventually, he knew that. That’s just common sense. Why would you be single for the rest of your life?

Yet despite all common sense Bruce’s heart continues to squeeze painfully, his head thumping away as a growing migraine takes place.

The love of his life has gone on and married someone else.

God.

Is it too late to win her back?

What was he thinking ? Of course it is.

There’s no going back.

Bruce will just have to accept his decision.

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Dick Grayson is Romani not Romanian!

Y/n: How often do you visit Romania?

Dick: I’ve never been to Romania.

Y/n: Really? I just figured you visited regularly because you have a Romanian background.

Dick: I don’t have a Romanian heritage babe, Im Romani American.

Y/n: Huh? Aren’t people from Romania called Romani?

Dick: … no sweetie…

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The Rescue Romance

Jason Todd x Civilian!Reader

Summary: A head cannon in which Y/n saves Red Hood from the Joker. Sparking a strong bond and romantic connection between them.

The night it all began

This isn’t how being a hero works.

Laying limp on the roof top floor as the joker goes toe to toe with an axe wilding civilian.

Being saved by a pyjama wearing normie, who obviously has zero combat training.

Red Hood is a highly trained vigilante, mentored by non-other than Batman himself.

Yet Jason continues to lay battered and bruised on the floor, staring up in aw as the girl in a billowing night gown, flails, thrashes and swings sporadically in desperation to save his life.

The Joker continues to evade her clumsy swings with panicked effort as the she just barely misses the villain.

The Joker laughs hysterically - absolutely bemused by a civilian helping a self proclaimed helpless hero.

Joker finds a break between your ferocious swings and escapes through the fire escape - finally letting you calm down.

You stumble backwards a little horrified at the direction your night had led you.

Staggering your way back to Red Hood your jelly knees give out as the adrenaline quickly fleets.

Nerves fried, your hands shake as the anxiety swallows you up.

You crash to the floor as your ragged breathing blurs your vision.

Y/n: “I dunno how you do this every night… that was horrifying.”

Jason’s snide remarks are caught in his throat as he continues to stare at you in aw.

The ferocity and desperation he saw in you to save him.

He laid helplessly with no hope of escaping his doom.

No hope that a hooded hero would come save him… again.

And there you were, night gown blowing through the wind like a majestic heros cape.

You fought tirelessly, knowing it might be your last moment.

Jason saw your determination.

That sort of feeling of intense gratitude sparked a burnt out feeling in his heart.

Admiration?

It’s certainly something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Y/n: “Do you have like a panic button or something?”

Redhood: “Rip my face plate off quickly, it’ll trigger a distress signal.”

He waits in bated breath, keen to see your reaction at his secret identity is revealed.

Only for his face plate to be ripped from his mask whilst your eyes remain screwed shut.

Redhood: “Aren’t ya gonna look?”

Your sweet head shakes in refusal.

God, you are indeed interesting.

You place your hand back on his laying figure, ensuring the Redhood is still breathing.

He feels your trembling hand on his cheek.

Interesting… for such a frighten thing, you sure acted brave.

His eyes drink in your features.

Redhood: “thank you for saving my life.”

He’s heard many give him thanks, but he hasn’t had to give thanks for quite some time.

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Batman: Why did you bash the Joker with a pipe?

Reader, got isekaid to dc: excuse the fuck out of me

Batman: ...

Reader, hasn't have a wink of sleep and is starving(joker becoming an outlet of frustration, exhasution and hunger: That hideous shit has a gun pointed at me! Whatddya expect me to do?! Let him shoot me?! This is why sometimes I wanna hit you too

Batman: ...

Jason: yeah that is my buddy now

Isekai Reader/you: look bru- Batman I respect your no kill rule, but that shit don’t apply to me. That clown mother fucker was looking at me funny and besides his ass looked like it could use a good, firm beating.

Batman: you could’ve killed him!

Isekai! Reader/ you: good! That fucker shouldn’t be allowed to live in the first place! Who knows how many people died due to other people’s hesitance to put a bullet between his fucking eyes!

Jason: exactly! Exactly! See they get me, they understand!

Batman: he’s got broken ribs, broken kneecaps, broken ankles, fractured skull, some severe brain damage and a punctured lung!

Isekai! Reader/you: damn…

Batman: do you see now-

Isekai! Reader/you: I should’ve hit him harder

Batman: …

Isekai! Reader/you; and with something more damaging too then a pipe…I’ll try again next time.

Jason: *twinkles in his eyes* they’re perfect.

Batman: Jason no-

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I pretty sure this is my first post to hit 4K notes :D thanks everyone for the support.

The Family Meet and Greet

Damian Wayne x Reader

Request/Summary: Hey hun! I wanted to send in a request for Damian Wayne x reader. Maybe reader being introduced to the family/the family finding out about them?

A/n: Honestly I can’t tell if the picture is Tim or Damian.

Masterlist - Tip Jar

Damian is a pretty private person and doesn’t intend to do an awkward meet and greet with his beloved girlfriend.

He knew that all of his family members would find out one way or another anyway.

Dick Grayson:

It wouldn’t take a genius detective to know that Damian is asking for advice for his love life.

Damian sits in his hero costume, hunched over as his legs dangle over the side of the building. His eyes evade Dicks, a red hue spreading across the tips of his ears.

A soft smile embellishes Dicks lips as he sees his younger brother whom is typically egocentric, now looking timid and shy for the first time ever.

“So my friend started seeing someone recently and he had this dilemma on if he should keep seeing her or not because on one hand he has all this baggage he doesn’t want to burden her with and on the other hand he just can’t bring himself to break things off with her.”

“So this girl your seeing-“ Damian’s eyes bulge, snapping his neck towards Dick, acting too defensively.

“Ugh, are you not listening Grayson? I said it’s about my friend.”

“Right, right, I forgot. My bad…” Dick think’s carefully on his words. “Sounds like your friend is a classic over-thinker. Relationships are far from logical, it’s all based on feelings. It might be hard for your friend, but just enjoy it for what it is.” Damian sits and stares off over the Gotham skyline looking unconvinced. “Look Dames, there is no right answer. Just do what feels right.”

Leaning back into his palms he stares in amusement at his beloved younger brother continues pining in anguish.

“So… how long do we keep pretending that we aren’t talking about you? Can I see a picture?” Damian rolls his eyes with a sigh, sliding his phone out of his pocket, he taps on the screen silently before shoving his phone into Dicks hands.

There laid the image a happy couple. Damian’s arms wrapped around your shoulder. The dark city filtering behind the brightly lit couple, forever captured in permanent laughter.

Dick, initially keen to tease the cheesy photo before him, now silent in pure aw to see the genuine smile, Damian’s eyes lit in adoration.

“Do not tell anyone Grayson. I will share the news when I am ready.”

Tim Drake:

The little rat has been acting rather odd.

Tim tried talking about it to Dick but he just kept evading his questions by pathetically redirecting his attention with someone else’s random drama.

They’re both acting weird and secretive, and there is no way Tim is going to be kept out of such an intriguing mystery.

Usually Tim would just stalk his targets, but this is Damian we are talking about. It is incredibly difficult, if not impossible to track Damian without him noticing. Starting with Damian’s social media, Tim pin points all of the photo locations and begins to visit each site one at a time. He hacks the local cameras and reviews the footage from around the date the photo was uploaded.

Low and behold, footage of Damian smooshing his face into another ladies face….

Whelp, Tim was certainly not expecting to see such a DISGUSTING display of affection. YUCK.

He didn’t even know the rat could even feel those types of feelings.

Tim, now laying on his bed cuddled up to a pillow is looking… traumatised.

Sometimes, it’s better just not to know.

Barbara Gordon

No freaking way.

Barbara could not believe her very eyes.

When completing a Internet background check on the Wayne family to scrub any suspicious allegations or accusations, Babs found the Holy Grail of finds.

An account with a mysterious woman with months worth of photos with the Wayne’s local angsty brat, Damian Freaking Wayne.

When completing a generic photo match search. Lovey, dovey poses with Damian and a girl by the name Y/n flashed up on the screen.

This is juicy! To tell Bruce or not to tell Bruce, that is the question.

Jason Todd

Disgusting. Absolutely foul.

It’s a random Tuesday evening when Jason jumps roof tops only to discover a couple making out all hot and heavy.

Their bodies tangling together as the man rips his shirt off. The girl sliding her hands along his abdomen before landing on his belt buckle.

The man then slides his hands from the back of her neck to her ass, giving it a needy grope before sliding his hands to the back of her thighs, lifting the woman with ease and pressing her against the wall.

This is hilarious, they have no idea Gothams most infamous Vigilante has caught them about to get down and dirty on Gothams roof top.

Jason sat down and ate his figurative pop-corn in humourous delight, until his eyes adjust.

“Ain’t no FUCKING way!” Jason yells, humours delight now churning into a disturbed nausea. He swallowed the bile raising up in his throat.

Pulling out his phone he calls Damian. Panting breaths filter through the phone, only furthering Jason’s disgust.

“What?! I’m in the middle of-“

“I know what your in the middle of you sick bastard! Take it indoors!” The line goes quite for just a moment. “Little freak, your family patrols the roof tops you know, ugh, I can’t - I’m having a flash back to Selina and Bru- ugh I’m gonna vomit.”

Duke

“Finally!” Duke announces, hoping over the back of the couch and sprawling out on the soft cushions of the plush couch. Without a second to spare Duke switches the TV on to watch the latest episode of his favourite show.

“Thomas-“

“No talking!” Duke wholesomely announces, crossing his arms over his chest.

“My phone… forget it.” Damian grumbles, seeing Dukes eyes glued to the TV. Squishing further into the cushions, Duke feels the uncomfortable poke of a hard object pressing into his rib.

Wrenching the wretched object from its place, Duke holds a phone. His haphazard fingers pressing into the screen which lights up and shows the text of a person named Y/n.

Y/n: Can’t wait for our date tonight, I miss your handsome face xx

Dukes cheeks heats up, seeing a private message he shouldn’t have seen. Damian is incredibly private and may murder Duke for accidentally learning something he wasn’t suppose to.

Wiping any evidence of his fingers touching the phone Duke places the phone back between the cushions.

Best if he just abandons his show for now for a tactical retreat.

Bruce Wayne

God, why are his kids so weird?

Seriously? Out of all 20 of them, not a single one was normal…

Sitting at the head of the dinner table, he watches his children talk amoungst themselves in weird cryptic speeches.

“Do you know what I know?” Tim asks intensely, the broccoli wedged on his fork, pointing at Dick, who stares back wide-eyed.

“I don’t know anything … why what do you know?” Dick says scanning the rest of the room to see if they somehow knew what Dick was referring to.

“I can’t share what I know, but just know it. Is. Juicy.” Babs announces with a sly and taunting grin.

“I don’t know anything, I didn’t even want to see it. Oh god, I’m feeling queasy.” Jason says crossing his arms over his stomach.

“IDidntSeeAnythingEither.” Duke announces quickly, and begins to quickly Hoover his dinner.

Damian sighs, massaging his temples at his idiotic siblings.

“So I take it that you have all found out about Y/n?” Bruce asks calmly, slowly sawing into the plump steak on his plate.

The room falls dead silent as all heads turn towards Bruce, surprised that he knew and surprised that he had the guts to say what everyone else was thinking.

“Father, how do you know about Y/n?”

“… I’m Batman.”

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Y/n : I have decided I am, in fact, a snack. It's just that no one's hungry.

Jason, under his breath : I'm starving.

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Imagine‼️

Being the twin of the heir of the Ra Al Ghul’s. Always being called the incapable twin, the weak one, the small one. The disappointment. Never getting the same treatment as your eldest brother that was born healthy, while you were born…not so healthy. Talia tried to love you, love you even if she was disgusted how you always got ill and weak. Damian even got disgusted, but in private he was actually caring for you. Despite your grandfather and mother trying to separate the twins, they never could. Damian since birth couldn’t stop crying until you were by his side. He always held your hand, feeling your pulse made him calm is what some of the ninjas told you when you couldn’t train with Damian.

But when you got sent off to meet your father at age 7, Damian acted crazed. He was being held back by Talia as you waved goodbye to your beloved brother. Damian screamed for you, crying. He hated crying. So why did he cry…

He knew he would find you again. Soon.

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I just made a request but then I remembered I'm violently ill because I started coughing and lowkey struggling to breathe.

Thoughts on how Damian would react to reader being sick, or vice-versa and how reader would react to Damian being sick?

Thank you sm, xoxo😼

Hi 😼, thank you for your requests!

I’m still working on the other, and I have a few other requests pending for Damian to look forward to. I have posted two versions

Y /n is sick.

Damian is unwell.

I went off the rails when I wrote it, but non-the less I hope you like them 🩵

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The Sick

Damian Wayne x Reader

Summary: a requested short story on Damian reacting to a sick Y/n.

“Damian, get off your phone and pay attention.” Bruce reprimands Damian who still hasn’t spared a single glance at their glowering father, while the rest of the bat kids stare on in dumbfounded shock. No ‘yes father’ no ‘apologies father’. No, instead Damian continues to frown down at his phone as he furiously taps away at the screen.

“Gordon, I need you to hack Y/n’s video feed on her phone to see what she is doing.” Damian demands, ignoring his now dumb-founded father.

Bruce has never seen his son ignore him so brazenly.

“Uh, Dami, firstly, I’m not breaking your girlfriend’s privacy. Secondly, the magic word-“ but before Barbara can even finish her sentence, Barbara is shoved away from the Bat-computer. “Hey!”

Damian sporadically slaps at the keys until a video feed of you pops up, the soft sounds of your congested breathing stifles Damian. A chesty cough causing his brows to knit together in worry.

Why hadn’t you told him?

He sends you yet another text message, making you weakly glance at your phone propped up on the nightstand. Only for your eyes to flutter close; drifting off into a sleepy trance.

God, you look so weak. Had he not hacked your cameras, he never would’ve known how sick you were.

“Damian, I thought we already discussed this. Appropriating the bat cave to monitor your girlfriend is not an appropriate use of the technology.” Bruce sounds off but Damian waves his father off.

“She wasn’t answering her phone so I got worried she was abducted or subjected to torture or what if some creep took a special interest in my-“ But Dick butts in, refusing to hear the end of Damian’s sentence.

“It’s tempting to use this technology to check on our loved ones. But it’s a huge breach in their trust and privacy. If you aren’t hearing from them, there’s probably a reasonable explanation for it.” Damian looks completely indifferent so Dick ups the ante. “If you aren’t going to respect your partners boundaries. We are going to have no choice, but to tell her about your unapproved monitoring again.”

Now Damian looks terrified.

“TT, I’m going to be in great trouble again.” All concerned trains of thought comes to a screeching halt when your choked coughing fit blares through the speakers. “Father, I have to attend my beloved.” And without waiting for his father’s approval, Damian rushes off to the nearest car in the bat cave.

“How are you going to let him act like that Bruce?!”Jason berates with a disapproving shake of the head. “Typical.” He mutters accusingly under his breath as Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose.

You groan at the frantic knocking at your door. Rolling out of bed you shuffle out of your bedroom only for the front door to fly open with a loud bang and a frazzled looking Damian standing in the entry way with a lock pick wedged between his clutched fingers.

Without a second to spare he rushes and pulls you into a gentle embrace. Instantly curbing your annoyances. “Why are you out of bed? Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? Your favourite soup is on its way made by Pennyworth himself. What medication have you taken so far? I’ll tell Pennyworth to pick up some anti-inflammatories on his way. Have you checked your temperature?” Your mind swirls at the barrage of questions.

“Why? How? Damian- were you spying on me again?” You asked irritated only for Damian’s palms to press on on the base of your neck.

“I was worried-“

“Damian!”

“TT, I apologise for my indiscretions.” He answers, looking anything but sorry. But your sick swirly brain is exhausting your temperament.

“You’re going to be in big trouble when I’m feeling better.” Your normally stoic lover grins victoriously at your resignation.

“I am aware of my inevitable predicament. Come.” He mutters almost anxiously before resorting back to his stoic expression. Stumbling back to your bed, Damian lifts your blanket up, allowing you to crawl back under the crispy clean sheets, followed by Damian, moulding around your form. “Sleep, I’ll keep you warm.”

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The Sickly

Damian Wayne x Reader

Summary: a requested short story on Damian being extremely unwell after a mission gone wrong. Y/n is at his bedside, helping him recover.

“You idiot, you look even worse.” Jason torments, walking past Damian who is now splayed across the floor looking worse for wear. “You should really listen to Alfred when he tells you to stay in bed and recover.” Jason says walking back to Damian and nudging him with the tip of his shoe. But Damian merely continues to lay on the floor unresponsive. “Oh hell… Dick is going to flip.” Pulling out his phone Jason takes a few photos before he shoots a text to the group chat.

Jason: ‘Angsty Bat is down in the cave, someone might want to help him’

Cass: ‘when you say “someone” you mean, you’re going to help him right?

Jason: ‘I said what I said.’

Jason jogs back to his motorcycle, making sure to take off at top speed. With any luck, he’ll be out of the city before Dick calls in a panicked flurry.

But as luck would have it, Jason’s radio-comm turns on.

Dick: “Jay-Bird, you better turn around right now and help-“

Jason: ��What’s that?! I can’t hear you over all that wind.”

He switches off his radio again. But any delight is short lived as his handles make a sharp turn, forcing him to ride back towards Damian’s limp body. The buzzing of the radio flicks on.

Barbara: “Oracle to Redhood. Go Help Robin.”

Barbara demands.

Jason: “Man I hate it here.”

Jason grumbles climbing off his motorcycle, and dragging Damian by his ankle to the sick bay. “Please gently lift Master Damian to his bed.” Alfred instructs only for Jason to hoist Damian over his head and throwing him down onto the bed.

“This has to stop Damian, you have to stay in bed and recover.” Bruce asserts with a pinch of his nose.

This has been the third time Damian has ignored Alfred’s medical advice and left for another patrol, undoing any recovery Damian has made. He lays weakly in his old bedroom, ready to pull the I.V from his arm and make way to the bat cave.

“Frustrating is it not Master Bruce?”

“Indeed Alfred.“ Alfred looks at Bruce pointedly which almost makes him wince under the unspoken accusation.

“This is ridiculous, I’m a highly trained assassin and vigilante. I can’t just lay in bed like a pathetic trainee.” Damian spits, ripping the covers off only for Bruce to throw his bed covers back on.

“Pushing yourself past your boundaries has serious consequences. It serves no one to push yourself to the point of unconsciousness.” But Damian continues to sit there with his arms crossed over his chest like a petulant child.

Cass grows impatient at the gentle lectures and decides to take a different approach. “Listen, we didn’t want to tell you, but you clearly are not getting it so -“ Cass draws a shaky breath in. “Whilst you were unconscious, Joker kidnapped Y/n and now… she’s dead…” All the blood drains from Damian’s face. Had Damian seriously pushed himself so hard to the point of becoming useless to you?!

“Cass!” Dick hisses, “Dames don’t listen to Cass, it isn’t true. Y/n is still alive and making tea as we speak.” Dick glares as Cass again who shrugs her shoulders indifferently.

“But you panicked at the prospects and that is why you should not push yourself! You must be ready to protect your damsel at any given time!” Cass concludes proudly. As if she made a solid reasonable argument.

“I’d hardly call myself a damsel, and manipulating Damian isn’t helping.” You say dryly, placing down a steaming cup of tea. Sighing you sit next to Damian, grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I was very worried about you.” You whisper sadly, making Damian’s resolve crumble.

“I would never want you to worry.” He says, ignoring the stares of his family members.

“Can’t help it ya’know?” You say with halfhearted smile.

“I understand.” Damian says, squeezing your hand back.

“Why did you not listen to Alfred?” You ask gently, Damian continues to look at your sweet face.

“I have the strength and fortitude to help others who can’t help themselves. What use is it to sit uselessly in bed? Villain and criminals never rest and so cannot either.” He answers honestly.

Damian waits, expecting your lectures just like the others. But instead you nod along silently.

“I see you’re point.” You say gently. “But I trust you understand this mentality is not sustainable?” You ask again only for Damian to nod.

“Yeah… I know.” He relents, much to your relief.

Jason whistles, shocked with Damian’s compliance as the rest of the family shuffle out awkwardly at having been forgotten. “She’s like the Brat whisperer.” Jason says.

“The Brat Tamer!” Cass announces only for Jason’s face to screw up.

“No-no Cass! That’s not what that means!”

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Queen please more Wondergirl!Reader, maybe with Billy Batson included, the teen three plus Billy film tiktoks, or cheer her on when she goes to sport.

I think W the tiktok one they'll see who can film the most W her, except Diana and the Justice League watch them because Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl are like this 🤞🤞🤞

Either way, your writing is amazing, never stop, and keep doing what your doing.

Have a great day ♥️

Hello! Thank you for your request. I hope I captured what you had in mind- you can read the post here

I did deviate a bit from what you were asking only because I was not vibing what I wrote :(

Also thank you for the kind words 🩵