#Adult!Damian Wayne

[totallynotashieldagent]

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I've Been The Archer, I've Been The Prey

Pairing: Adult!Damian Wayne/Reader

Summary: Reader's father and Bruce arranged for her and Damian to marry. However, before Reader's father could truly sit and explain to her his decision he passed away. And Damian never thought to question his father's decision at all.

Reader's mother only saw dollar signs for this arrangement and forced it to happen much quicker than ever anticipated. Now it's just two strangers that have been forced together and trying to navigate the expectations of becoming the new IT couple of Gotham while trying to keep their secrets under wraps as Reader learns what it means to be the new Wayne Matriarch since the death of Martha Wayne.

Author's Note: shoutout to @strange-birb who made ONE damian art (the one above) and immediately sent me on a spiral for adult damian amen and i read his whole batman comic arc and just - baby needs a hUG and love okay?!?!

There it was. 

Your signature on the dotted line beside Damian’s. You looked at him from the corner of your eye, he looked straight ahead as he spoke to the lawyers, ensuring that the marriage license and the contracts were all legally sound. 

“Ma’am-” Alfred’s voice pulled at you and you met the old man’s gaze. “Are you alright?” 

You nodded and smiled. It was practised. Simple. “Yes, thank you.” 

The old man didn’t seem convinced but he didn’t push more. You were fine with that. You were fine with being left by yourself. 

The Waynes had suffered enough at the hands of Gotham and yet, here was the last one. Still trying to make something of this god-awful city. Why didn’t he just leave? He could afford it. You watched him, standing next to Alfred, ever dutifully. 

Bruce Wayne was locked away in his estate due to a mysterious illness. But you knew. You knew that he was old, and severely injured. Unable to move much, unable to show himself to the city without speculations rising as to why the billionaire was covered in scars. 

The rest had passed young, though; also very mysteriously. But you’d been told. Told what truly had happened. Why this- this sham of a marriage was taking place. 

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[n0cturn4]

Character: Adult!Damian Wayne x Reader Summary: “I offer you my heart,” he murmured, his voice now an intimate whisper. “And the freedom to do with it as you will.” Word Count: 1185 Music: Habibi

It was a night of scorching heat in the infinite desert, where the sky, dotted with stars, reflected the glow of a fate written long before the birth of kingdoms. In the palace of Al-Nadir, grand and carved in marble and gold, Prince Damian Wayne, now a grown man, wandered silently through its vast corridors. His firm steps echoed like a whisper of responsibility and power. Damian, the prince who carried the weight of two legacies within him, had always been an enigma, a man made of shadows and steel. But that night, something beyond the throne unsettled him. He felt an emptiness, an absence that neither gold nor glory could fill.

The festival of Al-Nadir pulsed like a living heart in the city below, where the people celebrated, and the arts flourished under the desert heat. On that special night, dancers from all corners came to showcase their talents, but there was one in particular, a presence that stood out among all, like a rare flower in the sands of destiny.

And then he saw her.

You, a dancer whose movements seemed to defy the very stars. Your feet glided across the stage like a gentle breeze over the dunes, and your eyes, burning and mysterious, revealed stories that words could never contain. Your body, adorned with veils and jewels that shimmered in the torchlight, moved with a grace that did not belong to this world. Every gesture, every curve of your body was silent poetry, a promise of freedom and power.

Damian, a man accustomed to hiding his emotions, felt his heart waver. The serenity he always carried like armor shattered before your dance. He, a prince of steel, was captivated by a flame he did not understand but could not ignore.

When the music ceased and the applause echoed, Damian knew he had to meet you. He ordered to be taken to you, not with the arrogance of a prince, but with the curiosity of a man before a mystery he longed to unravel. In the palace’s private gardens, beneath the shadows of exotic trees, he waited. The sound of water running through the fountains was the only noise besides his own heartbeat.

You arrived, your eyes raised, firm and fearless, as enigmatic as your dance. There was no fear in your posture, only calm curiosity, as if you knew this encounter was inevitable.

“You called for me, Your Highness?” your voice was a thread of silk, as soft as the night breeze.

Damian tilted his head, his green eyes analyzing you as if he could read your soul through every subtle movement.

“There is something in your dance,” he said, his voice deep and controlled, “something that goes beyond art. There’s a story behind every one of your movements. A battle... a freedom.”

Your lips curved into a slight smile, something enigmatic, like a moon partially veiled by clouds. You observed him with the same care, surprised by his insight.

“Every gesture I make carries the weight of my own story,” you replied. “Dancing is the only freedom I truly have.”

Damian stepped closer, his words like veiled promises in the warm night air. “What if I could offer you more than just that fleeting freedom? What if I could give you something greater?”

You raised an eyebrow, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. “What exactly would you offer me, Your Highness?”

He did not hesitate, his words were precise, like the arrows he so skillfully wielded. “A choice. Stay by my side. Not as a prisoner of my will, but as an equal. Someone who challenges my spirit and shares the burden of power with me. I see in you what few would—strength that deserves to be honored, not tamed.”

The night seemed suspended between you, the wind carrying only the echoes of something forming, something neither of you had anticipated.

“And if I accept this offer,” you asked, your tone low but filled with meaning, “what do I get in return, besides power and your wealth?”

Damian took another step closer, until his eyes, intense as the desert itself, penetrated yours.

“I offer you my heart,” he murmured, his voice now an intimate whisper. “And the freedom to do with it as you will.”

You stepped forward, reducing the distance that still remained between you. Your eyes, deep and mysterious, met his with firmness. It was like looking into a distorted mirror—you, the free dancer, and he, the chained prince. Two worlds so different, yet drawn to each other as if the universe had conspired for this moment.

“And what would you do, Prince,” you began, your voice flowing like a soft melody, “if I took your heart and turned it into my own dance? If I made it part of who I am?”

Damian smiled, a rare smile, almost imperceptible, carrying both melancholy and hope. There was something vulnerable in his stance, a man who had always been a fortress now lowering his defenses before a stranger, yet still, a soul he seemed to have known forever.

“Then,” he replied, with a soft gleam in his eyes, “I would become part of your freedom. Because in the end, there is no greater power than being in the hands of someone you trust.”

For a moment, the world around you seemed to stop. The sounds of the festival in the distance, the murmuring fountains, even the soft breeze among the leaves, all silenced in the intensity of that moment. The moon poured its silver light over the garden, as if the heavens were watching and approving of what was unfolding.

You stepped even closer, until you were so near that you could feel the heat emanating from his body, his presence strong and solid. Your fingers, delicate and skilled like in your dance, gently touched Damian's chest, right over where his heart beat. The touch was light, almost like a breeze, but the connection that formed was deep, instantaneous.

“Your freedom and mine are like two stars dancing in the sky, Prince,” you said softly. “I accept what you offer, but know that I will not be a silent companion. My soul is not meant to be contained.”

Damian breathed deeply, as if your words had the power to ignite something deep within him. His eyes never left yours for a moment.

“That is exactly why I chose you,” he murmured, his voice dense, full of promise. “I don’t want someone who bows, but someone who walks beside me. I want someone who challenges me, who makes me question the world as it is.”

You tilted your head slightly, studying him, as if deciphering the final secret hidden in his soul.

“Then, Prince Damian,” you said, a light smile on your lips, “we will dance together.”

And so, under the stars that silently watched, the bond between you was formed. The Prince of Al-Nadir, with his heart in the hands of a dancer, and you, with the promise of a love that could not be contained by borders or duties. The night, a silent witness, became the stage for the first act of a story that would defy fate and time.

And in that dance of souls and hearts entwined, Damian Wayne's world began to change, one step at a time.

[fantastic-nonsense]

"Damian should be a veterinarian when he grows up" this and "Damian should be a doctor" that….I think he should take advantage of his wealth and be an art major

[frownyalfred]

thinking about a Damian who was raised his entire life hearing how much he looks like his Father, how he's the blood son, how he's better than any other child Bruce Wayne has taken in, starting to buy into it like a kid does, only to hit puberty and turn out looking like 80% Talia.

[firerose18991]

Literally anyone meeting bruce and his family for the first time: So how did you get so many kids by 30?

Dick: HE WAS A TEENAGE DELINQUENT

Jason: *shouting over him* HE LEFT MY MOTHER AT THE ALTAR

*tim is sitting, just happy to be included*

Bruce: BE-quiet.  They're ADOPTED!

Jason: *not a beat missed* Because he’s never known the touch of a woman.

[rxbin-iii]

Damian al Ghul

older!Damian concept where he leans more into his mom’s aesthetics and also has a sick ass sword

i still don’t really know how to draw muscles 🫡

[uncharted-constellations]

It’s been a minute, (both post wise and design wise) so decided to update the fam + a couple additions compared to last time

[robintherobiner]

Love the idea of Gotham knowing there's different Robins and giving them titles (Flippy Robin, Happy Robin, WTF DID HE GET REBORN OR SOMETHING WAIT NEVERIND ITS ANOTHER DUDE LOL Robin, Girl Robin)

The batfam make bets on what Damian will be called. Angry Robin? Stabby Robin? SWORD Robin?

They're all wrong. They wake up after Damians first night of patrolling and theres a new hashtag trending on Twitter.

#CuteRobin

[hood-ex]

So anyway, since Bruce abandoned his family, are they gonna let Damian go live with Dick in the Tower orrr is DC going to keep being dumb and not take advantage of such a golden opportunity...

[totallynotashieldagent]

Kinktober 2024 - Manhandling

Pairing: Adult!Damian Wayne/Reader

Damian had had enough. He’d been watching you all night. Mingling with the guests, letting them- allowing them to touch your arm, offer you drinks, guide you through the room by the small of your back and through it all, you just smiled and laughed and were so fucking polite. Not once did you tell any of the men to not touch you or that you had a boyfriend. Even when he met your gaze, you just raised a brow at him and then continued on. It was as if you were doing it on purpose. You wanted him riled up.

But so far, he was able to manage it. It was fine- really- no, the glass isn’t cracking under his grip. He was managing it. He was- He was until- until he saw you talking to Conner fucking Kent. Damian could never stand that clone-boy. 

His grey eyes met Damian’s green and it was as if he was testing him. Come get your girl, he almost goaded him. And Damian was so easy to rile up for all his emotional repression, he was just so easy to tease. 

“Kent-” He said tightly, his arm wrapping around your waist, his palm gripping your hip a little too tightly. Possessiveness was obvious. 

Conner just smiled and winked at you, “I’ll see you later, gorgeous,” He said and left you alone with your boyfriend. 

“What was that about?” Damian all but hissed. 

“Nothing-” You said too quickly, making him scowl.

Your name dripped from his mouth like venom, laced with warning. “What was that about?” He repeated, his teeth gritting together, his hand now holding your bicep in a vice grip. 

“N-Nothing, Dami-” You said again, “Wh- Calm d-” His hand tightened even more. “Damian-” 

“You’ve done nothing but parade yourself around this party.” He whispered at your neck. “You’ve let men and women touch you. Touch what’s mine.” 

You dry swallowed, “Damian-” Trying to build a case but it came out like a breathless plea.

He wasn’t wrong. You had been doing it. But it wasn’t because you were parading yourself. It was because it was fun to rile him up. He always fucked harder when he was riled up. But tonight, talking to Conner, maybe you’d overdone it-

You tried to say something again but his glare quieted you instantly. 

“We’re leaving.” His tone left no room for argument. The ride back to his penthouse was painfully silent. 

You could see his tan hands clenching so tight at the wheel that the knuckles were white. Every time you did try to say something, anything, it was met with a glare that shut you up.

“Out.” He said when he parked the car. 

Usually, he would’ve circled around and opened the door for you. But today, oh, today you knew you were fucked. It scared and thrilled you. 

His hand circled your bicep painfully again as he led you to the elevators and punched the button for the top floor. 

“You- You really test my self-control at times.” He spoke through gritted teeth. 

You wanted to laugh, honestly. That it wasn’t your fault he was snapping because you laughed with Conner. But his grip was like a vice that would bruise tomorrow and fucking hell, the idea of being marked was shooting straight to your pussy. 

The moment you both entered the penthouse, you were pressed against the door. Your tits squished to an almost painful degree, your neck craning against the hardwood. 

“Now- what were you talking to that clone about?” His voice was low and controlled but his body was flushed against yours and you could feel his belt buckle digging into your back. 

“Really- It wasn’t-” You tried and his hand twisted your wrists together, your shoulders squishing together, making you gasp. “Dami- It was just-”

“You like it, don’t you?” He growled, his other hand pulling up the gown. “You like riling me up. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re doing it on purpose.” His fingers reached the edge of your panties. Teasing the dampness slowly, sending shockwaves through your spine. “Look at that…” He whispered, his finger hooking the underwear to the side to gain access. 

You could feel his signet ring as he bottomed out his index finger into your tight hole. Clenching involuntarily around his finger, pushing back for more. He grunted and pulled out. 

“You think you’ll get more after behaving like that?” Damian chuckled darkly against your neck. “Not tonight, princess. You’ve been a brat and you’ll be treated like one.” He let you go, making you almost falter and slump down. “Sit on the couch. And if you touch yourself-” He warned, pulling off his jacket, draping it onto a chair and folding his sleeves to the elbows. 

You swallowed and sat on the couch, your hands clenching and unclenching in anticipation.

Damian took off his rings and gestured for you to stand. Sitting down behind you, his hands guided you back into his lap. His hardness was obvious but you knew you couldn’t say a word right now. 

“Now, you know before we start what you like, I need to punish you-” He said sweetly, kissing your shoulder, one hand held you in place and the other’s knuckles glided over your arm. You nodded a yes and he gently guided you over his lap. 

Your face squished against the cushions and your ass laid across his muscular lap. 

“Count for me, darling.” He said softly, pulling your gown up to reveal the damp underwear that was still twisted to the side uncomfortably. 

One arm was draped over your lower back and the hand was tucking your underwear so your ass was fully exposed and your folds were peaking out. 

“Ready?” He asked, his hand caressing your behind. Before you could even say yes, a hard slap cracked down your ass, making you yelp, clenching your thighs together. He kneaded and massaged the flesh gently, a sharp contrast to how hard he’d just slapped you. 

“One-” You croaked out softly. Your hands grip the cushions tightly, and your breath is already getting ragged.

“Good-” He mused and then came another hard slap on the other ass cheek. You again, yelp and gasp. He’s not giving warnings before striking down. You whisper a moaning two. 

“Now…” His fingers gently caressed your folds a little. He pulled down the underwear just till the thighs and one finger started to tease at your entrance. “Drenched already, my love. You like being punished, don’t you?” 

You whispered a desperate yes as you waited for another spank but it didn’t come. Instead, his finger just traced the edge of your pussy’s hole. Making you clench on air but not giving in. Before you could try to understand why he wasn’t finger fucking you already, a light slap landed on your cunt. The moan that escaped you and the way your ankles twisted together even surprised you. 

“Well, well-” Damian fingers rubbed you carefully to remove the soreness. You mumbled three, not to rile him up any further. You’d just gotten yourself to calm down a little when the second slap came, the shock it sent through your clit made you clench harder, whining against the cushions.

“Damian- Please-” You rasped. Needing more but still at his mercy. 

“Please, what?” He goaded you, his index finger still circling at your hold but not going in. 

“I need- need more-” You whined, trying to push back, force his finger into you but he held you in place easily. 

“Misbehaving again?” He laughed softly. “Seems like it’s going to be a very long night, my sweet.” The fourth slap that hit your clit made you dizzy. You were on edge and nowhere near it either.

"Three?" You gasped.

“You lost count, my heart. We’ll have to start again now.” He cooed at you sweetly.

Kinktober 2024.

[savanir]

DP x DC prompt [2]

Danyal returns to league, he was sent to the Fentons for a mission and after gathering all that they know about lazarus/ecto he figured he was in an unique position. Either he revealed himself and was accepted and after that would have to do what he could to keep the league off his back. Or he'd be rejected and he could simply finish his mission and return to the league. Sadly for Danny. The second option ended up happening, and with crushing disappointment and new hardened resolve he made his way back to Nanda Parbat.

At first he's surprisingly at peace with the situation, he misses his friends and Jazz but this is sadly how it's meant to be.

Damian isn't there, he has been sent to train under their biological father. Or at least what mother says. Perhaps now that he's successfully finished his deep undercover mission he'll be allowed to know the truth and go as well.

Ra's doesn't want that, for body snatching reasons. But he doesn't know that Danny is half dead. Nobody at the league does.

It's basically the only secret Danny keeps. After having to stay quiet about it and the explosive aftermath with the Fentons it just doesn't occur to him to speak up about it anymore. After all, here he has everything to lose.

And he feels vindicated when he finds Respawn. Tied up, hanging, looking so much like him and Dami, but wounded, with damning white hair and when he opens his eyes and notices Danny it's only the green green green he sees.

In Danny's mind the league must know, they are bidding their time or... or Danny was always meant to end up like he did or this is yet another damn clone someone made of him.

None of Danny's thoughts about this are good, and it figures, he's aware of what this place is. Jazz did a good job deprogramming him. So perhaps the thought that things would be better here was laughable. But somehow, for some reason he thought blood relation meant something.

So far all parental figures are bad, the Fentons. Vlad, now Ra's and Talia. So what does that mean for his twin, what does this mean for Damian?

Well, at the very least finding out who his biological father is and where he lives isn't hard with ghost powers. Neither is freeing Respawn.

And after that all that's left to do is making sure Damian is safe.

And by the ancients, may the gods help Batman if it turns out he's not.

[gaywineauntsstuff]

the reason I hate the "Tim doesn't trust Dick after Damian/spyral/ric" is because they are besties your honour.

Like there's a post going around that I cannot for the life of me find that says Dick is Tims trusted adult and they are so right fr ong.

Because despite what Fanon believes Dick is a pretty chill guy and people take one look at him and go "let me unload my emotional baggage on you"

There's like a very famous panel (that im too lazy to find or remember the name of the run its in okay don't yell at me) where Tim basically goes "soooo my girlfriends pregnant" and Dick nearly falls off the roof.

Tim is calling Dick for the dumbest shit imaginable to the world ending and so are the rest of the batkids.

so I have taken the Canon that Dick knows if not all but most and generalised it to hell.

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Jason has been on a team with like 80% of OG titan members

they're having gossip session

Jason in a war zone dodging bullets with his bat travel mug in his hand: And THEN! Kori and Roy shared this look and you know the look they give you when they're judging you for bat reasons and you're like tell me why you're mad I was raised by a crazy person my normal levels are skewed.

Dick in NYC with a blueberry bagel In one hand, his Turkish coffee in another, just finished meeting up with Donna who gave him THAT exact look: No REALLLLL why are they like that, just tell me which one of the creepy traits I internalised as a child is bothering you.

Jason: omg you get it anyway so I grab the bomb and start playing soccer with it because its round and im bored and starfire takes it away like idk what im doing? bro ive been bombed I know how to work with a bomb..

Dick: hmmm and then what happened

Jason: and then.....

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Tim: Dickkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Dick: yea Tim

Tim: Kon is being a dick

Dick: oh?

Tim: yeah and its really starting to bother me man

Dick who knows Kon is dead and Tim is either hallucinating or drugged to be more susceptible to manipulation and is already on his way: hmm tell me more babybird whys he upsetting my lil brother

Tim about to tell Dick what is a fever dream bc he contracted pneumonia and is loopy off his ass on painkillers:

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steph does this more with babs in the hero scene but its just... so easy and totally gets into the habit of it after Dick is her Batman for a bit and now she uses him as her civilian life therapist

Steph on her way back from campus: and then this bitch looks me up and down and pours her coffee cup down my shirt!

Dick on his way back to blud after decking bruce in the face: hold on hold on hold on she did what??

Steph nodding vigorously even though he can't see her: pulls my whole ass sweater away from my body and pours her peats coffee down my goddamn shirt Dick.

Dick: omg she didnt

Steph still nodding: she DID and then I found out from Jonny who found out from Vivian that someone told her I made out with her boyfriend at Leos house party

Dick who has no idea who any of these people are: wait but you were at Leos for like an hour max last week. we has smoothies after.

StepH: exactly so I had proof that I wasn't there and confronted her and went like. I don't want your crusty ass alt white boy whose favourite 'indie' band is the neighbourhood. I dated Tim fucking Drake the OG crusty ass white boy and I don't do repeats

Dick choking on his coffee:

Steph: anyway we are besties now and planning on getting her boyfriend back because apparently he cheated on her with this drop dead gorgeous girl and im high key a lil complimented she thought we were the same person.

Dick who initially called for casework and is actually so happy one of the people he calls siblings is actually like living a life outside of vigilantism: tell me more

Steph: you sound a little teary

dick: don't worry about it

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Damian: Richard

Dick: Damian

Damian: so I might be skipping patrol with father

Dick:? what you love patrol??

Damian: and school

Dick: Dames? what's going on:? is everything okay? you can talk to me

Damian: I am volunteering at a hospital

Dick: kid

Damian: Listen before you sAY anything I know what we do is important but I think I can help in another way and -

Dick had brown parents and was training for the olympics at 8, totally knows what its like to have insane expectations and rebel with a day job: kid kid calm down okay? you wanna be a doctor? is that it?

Damian: well? I dont really know but I just? there has to be another way to help people. besides what we do I mean-

Dick: Alfred left me Thomas waynes journals I initially thought they were to bash your fathers head in when he was being stupid but it seems the old man was looking out for us. Wanna take a stab at your other grandpas legacy when you come over next weekend. I'll tell Bruce we patrolled so you get a few more days off.

Damian: you're the best

[frownyalfred]

we don’t talk enough about how difficult it must be for Clark to see grown-up Damian, decades after Bruce is dead and gone. how he looks just like his best friend, his closest colleague, except for the eyes — the eyes are the one thing that no one else can ever match. 

[arunneronthird]

imagine that somewhere in the future, after years of learning to actually let himself open up and be honest, damian tells the real story of what happened to him to jon

[psyduckz]

i can’t stop thinking about damian potentially growing out of vigilantism and pursuing medicine. he was born surrounded by violence, raised to be thrown into battle. an assassin, a weapon, the last robin in a long line, and the first to take off the cape on his own terms

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Yes, yes, we all know Dick would do it, so out of these four…