#Damian Wayne blurb

[skittles-secrets]

ways they like to kiss you

bruce wayne

gently, all over your neck and lips whenever you're alone. he likes how you look at him like he's the only man in the world.

dick grayson

always always always in public. he likes kissing the corners of your lips because of how you sigh out little giggles at the gesture.

jason todd

roughly, occasionally against things. he likes kissing you so hard your lips get swollen and bruised and it hurts to talk for days.

tim drake

prefers kisses that aren't messy. he likes a nice forehead kiss on the giving, and a nice nose kiss on the receiving.

damian wayne

doesn't really like kissing, but once in a blue moon he'll shock you with a deep, passionate kiss.

tried my best idk

[damianwayne0]

At Halloween

Dick : BRO I SWEAR THERE WAS SOMETHING!!

Jason, feed up : THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING!

Tim :🤦 why am I even here?

Dick NO I SWEAR THERE WAS SOMETHING- *feels someone touch his shoulders* *looks behind* *screeches* *runs away*

Jason: wtf ? Oi ! Why are you running? Oi aaand hes gone *sigh*

Tim : *looks behind, sees Damian dressed as Pikachu* oh hi Damian 🙋

Jason: wait wasn't he out of space with the justice league?

Tim: ....

Jason: ....

Tim :🏃

Jason: 🏃‍♂️

[lightwing-s]

Dick saw Barbie and was dressed in all pink for it. All the girls tag teamed Barbiheimer. Jason saw both. Damian saw Oppenheimer but would definitely see Barbie when it comes out. He'll lie about it tho. Tim pirates them both.

lmaooo.

dick is definitely a barbie goer, that's for sure, and he took jason with him and tries to convince him to wear pink as well, but jason is too stubborn and wears his normal clothes, but he wears a pink bracelet or another accessory "in secrect" just becuase he's cool with it but does not want to follow the trend.

i think tim goes along with the girls, and comments and jokes with them all, but rewatches it at home later to get a better understanding of both movies.

damian is too proud to admit he wants to watch barbie, and when everyone goes together he either is at home crying himself to sleep or watching oppenheimer on his own while wishing he was with the fam.

so eventually he goes to watch it on his own, wearing all black, hood and sunglasses included, just so no one will notice him, but in a place where everyone is dressed in pink he clearly stood out and there were pictures of him rounding the internet.

everyone was making fun of him on the group chat he's not included in, but bruce forbids them for ever mentioning it in person because he just wanted to watch a fun movie and also because bruce went with him and somehow didn't get in any of those pictures, so he's scared damian will outs him to the others and he'll be made fun of too.

[squishykitty825]

I feel like Damian would sometimes threaten to tell Bruce about things his brothers do, not because he’ll actually do it but because it’s a form of power over his brothers who think he might actually do it. And it would go something like this.

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Tim, annoying Damian: What are you going to do about it?

Damian: I’m going to tell Father if you don’t

Jason, who just happened to be reading a book as he walks past: Okay, Malfoy

[crsssie]

I love you, I'm sorry with Damian Wayne please?

as sick as it sounds, I loved you first - damian wayne x reader

There's a certain kind of bitterness that only Damian Wayne can bring out of you.

You stare at him as he stares back, and even in a crowd of a thousand people, you will find him just as he will with you.

But there is a certain bitterness that you both know you carry when you meet eyes.

Neither of you are exempt from it.

You had been honest with him, and it wasn't a crime, but he wasn't ready, and you were fine with it.

You had wanted to continue being friends, but he had other plans, reducing your conversations to small talk before eventually a nod of the head, and then a meeting of the eyes across a room full of people.

He's a stranger to you now, and you wonder if you had been wrong to love him first.

And even when your parents are telling you that your betrothed is to be him, you refuse to imagine a life in which he could learn to love you back. You can only see a future in which you will pass him in the halls of his mansion and he will nod at you politely, and you will cry in your bedroom alone at night, choking back sobs as you wonder if you could ever have married a man who could love you back.

But you have not a choice, smiling at Damian as he holds out his glass to you.

You suppose you are just cursed like that.

secret of us (deluxe) event

[myerssimp21]

Batcave Meeting (YAN!Pt.3)

Romantic!Yandere!Batfam Part 3. Part 1, Part 2 here (context: Tim Drake purposefully got aphrodisiac'd when fighting Ivy and then went over to Darling's apartment to smash. This is a batfamily meeting about that and how to move forward.).

As you obliviously drifted to sleep, the live feed of you doing so was being projected onto a big screen in the BatCave while members joined together at a table, casually watching you as you yawned and readjusted against your pillow. The imposing man situated at the end of the table clasped his hands together, regarding the young men in front of him. Once everyone was seated, the imposing man began speaking to them, noticing how many of them had their eyes glued to the screen.

"We're going to discuss what happened the other day and plan for next week," he announced, and the pouty brunette who had had a frown on his face now crossed his arms.

"Allow me to explain it from my perspective first, Father," he said, sporting a moody expression, "You and Drake were unexpectedly out of commission during your patrol, which, while not typical, is understandable given our line of work."

His eyes flicker over to Tim and Jason, narrowing in contempt and disgust.

"Todd and Drake both know how important our duty to Gotham is," Damian continued while making eye contact with Jason, "But instead of prioritizing that, they let their impulses get the better of them. Drake especially for instigating the situation. Using Ivy's aphrodisiac to... indulge with our darling? It's selfish, reckless, and disrespectful."

"Damian, hold on a second," Jason interjected, "I had no idea about the aphrodisiac. It was my night off so I was sleeping in and missed Bruce's calls when he and Tim got doused in it. I only woke up because the audio feed from her apartment was turned up and I heard them together. I blew up Tim's phone and went over when he left because I was pissed, and I didn't realize that was why she couldn't get enough. I feel really bad about it now that I know."

Damian's expression softened subtly as he absorbed Jason's explanation. Despite his composed demeanor, the tension still lingered in his features.

"I appreciate your honesty, Todd," Damian conceded, his tone slightly softer, "It's still not acceptable that she was acting strangely and this was not analyzed, but I understand that the situation was...unconventional."

As Jason and Damian had a moment of newfound comradery, Tim finally spoke up, "I understand your frustrations, but you need to know that I researched Ivy's aphrodisiac extensively before I ever considered using it. I made sure it wouldn't have any adverse health effects on anybody and appropriately calculated the risks."

Damian's expression darkened further, his negative feelings towards Drake beginning to truly show. "This isn't just about general safety or the safety of some substance!" he exclaimed, "It's about respect and her consent. You had no right to manipulate her like that, whether or not it posed a physical risk."

"Come on, Damian," Tim retorted, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his voice. "She didn't find out about the aphrodisiac, did she? So what's the big deal? It's not like we hurt her or anything. She's fine, and she doesn't even know what happened. In fact, she likes us even more because I made a move for us. Why are you making a big deal out of nothing?"

Jason scoffed, his distaste in Tim at this point evident. "Seriously, Tim? You're gonna act like a douchebag just because she didn't find out? That's messed up, even for you."

"It's not just about the immediate consequences," Damian shot back, his voice angrier. "It's about the long-term impact on her. I bet you didn't even stop to consider how your actions could affect her, or how they could undermine the trust she has in us. And what about the ripple effect it could have on her relationships with all of us? He's playing with fire, Father, and he needs to be held accountable."

"Let's not overlook the bigger issue here," Tim said, his voice defensive, "What I did was perverted, I admit that. But let's not pretend that bugging and wiring her apartment is any less invasive. That's hardly consensual either."

"Don't you dare deflect the issue!" Damian's voice rose, and he was now yelling, "We implemented those measures for her safety, not for our own entertainment! It's a gross violation of her privacy, but at least we did it to protect her!"

"Oh? And having two separate cameras staring at her bed is going to what, protect her from bad dreams?"

"Dami, Tim, let's try to keep our cool here," Dick interjected gently, easing in to defuse the tension, "We're all on the same team, remember? We need to work together to figure this out."

Damian turned to Dick with a measured gaze, "I want to hear your perspective on this matter, Grayson."

Dick sighed, solemnly addressing Drake. “Tim, what you did wasn't just a mistake. It was a deliberate breach of trust. She relies on us to keep her safe and instead of focusing on that, you exploited her vulnerability.”

"Also," and Dick seemed more pained at this part, "You betrayed our trust. We all care about her and you influenced her desires for your own gain."

Tim sat in silence, his expression filled with shame as he began to realize the gravity of his actions. He knew he had acted irresponsibly, and the weight of their words hung heavy in the air. Jason and Dick exchanged silent glances, their disappointment evident in their expressions.

Damian took a deep centering breath before focusing his attention back on Tim.

"This isn't about whether she found out or not, Drake. If you still don't understand that, then we need to take more drastic measures to address and punish this behavior. Father, I appeal to you to implement anything you deem necessary to prevent such behavior in the future. We cannot allow such indecent actions against her to to be repeated."

Bruce, understanding the severity of the situation and having now heard everyone's perspective, nodded solemnly at Damian.

"Tim, in light of your actions, there are going to be some consequences," Bruce stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You need to schedule therapy with Dr. Thompkins to address the troubling attitude that led to this situation. While we have taken invasive measures to monitor her, as Damian pointed out, your actions went beyond that."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing. "Until you've attended and Dr. Thompkins deems it appropriate, you will be restricted from having any contact with _____."

Finally, Bruce's gaze softened slightly as he looked at both Damian and Tim. "And Tim, it's imperative that you and Damian eventually reconcile. We're a team, and we need to remain united in our goals and overall behavior. I expect both of you to work towards rebuilding your relationship for the sake of the team and our darling."

"Damian," Bruce addressed his son, "since Tim will no longer be able to have contact with her, I'm assigning you a new responsibility. You will substitute him as her school friend and be someone she can rely on for assistance with homework and company. I want you to pick a class of hers that sounds interesting to you and make sure you're there to support her. It's important that she has someone she can trust and rely on, especially now. It's an opportunity for you to show her that she can count on us."

As the meeting continued, Damian spoke up, "I'll join her art class. It will allow me to assist her with her assignments and ensure she receives the academic support she needs."

Bruce nodded in approval. "Good choice, Damian. Make sure to approach this responsibility with care and dedication."

Turning to Jason, Bruce's expression grew serious. "Jason, I need you to be especially understanding and supportive towards her. If she feels troubled or has any lingering negative thoughts about what happened, I expect you to be there for her."

"Of course, Bruce," Jason says, eyes fixated on the now-sleeping figure of their darling on the cameras, "I'll do whatever it takes."

Dick now spoke up, "Can we talk about introducing me as Jason's roommate?"

Bruce shook his head, "Not yet; I want to make sure Damian successfully integrates first. You can still frequent around her job but no more interactions than that."

"Except for as a vigilante?" Dick replies hopefully, and Bruce gives him a measured gaze similar to his son's.

"Yes, although I expect you to exercise patience and primarily work in Blüdhaven for now."

Damian cuts in, "And don't be like Drake and fabricate a reason for her to need you."

"Damian," Bruce says in a tired voice, "I've made myself clear."

Damian looks down with an expression like he's biting his tongue and contempt is bright in his eyes, "Sorry, Father."

With that, the meeting concluded, each member of the Batfamily knowing the roles they had to play in ensuring their darling's well-being and trust remained intact.

[reds-hoodies]

I feel like on icy-cold days Dick would be sure to pull his siblings aside and absolutely smother their faces with Vaseline before heading out. It’s something his mom used to do if they ever stopped somewhere snowy to perform.

But why is he so agressive with it?? It’s like a solid minute and a half of him just smooshing their faces around like he’s kneading dough or something😭

“Gotta make sure every inch of skin is covered!” He’d say.

It has to be a test of their abilities, they all think, because they nearly pass out every time. Dick tries to reshape their fucking skull with the grease and they’re holding their breath because they don’t want to accidentally get it up their nose.

When he was younger, Jason used to sit through it no problem. He’d whine a little at first, but he wouldn’t complain. He honestly was just happy to be doted on by his older brother. Now though, he snatches the tub away from him and applies it himself. Dick tries to get the places he missed, but his hand gets slapped. And then he swipes his hand down the front of Jason’s face and runs away lol

Tim knows this hack but hates the feeling on his face. He stops in his tracks as soon as he spots Dick standing at the door with the Vaseline tub. Should he sprint back up the stairs to his room and hide? It’s tempting… But ultimately he just sighs in defeat and makes his way over to Dick.

He knows if he tries to run away, all that’ll come out of it is a broken chandelier, a torn jacket, and a greasy face. Might as well just get the greasy face without the broken stuff.

He’s learned.

Now Damian, he loves his brother, he does. But there is no way in hell he’s having that petroleum jelly touch his face. Try as he might to get away, bobbing and weaving out of Dicks reach, he always gets snatched up by one of the others (Jason) and is held down as he gets smothered. It’s all “Pthbt pthbt ptthhbhth” because he wouldn’t stop yelling and got some of it in his mouth 😔

He comes out of it looking like a wet, grumpy cat.

Dick is satisfied his brothers are ready for the cold. Shiny faces and all.

[akairawrites]

Hey, do you think you could write relationship blurbs for Dick Grayson?

Of course!

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The light rain hit the windows, creating a soothing pitter-patter sound as the couple slept peacefully in their shared bed a perfect backdrop to their sanctuary. The woman, Y/n, shifted beneath the thick duvet, her body naturally curling closer to her husband's warmth. Her fingers absentmindedly brushed against his arm, tugging him gently towards her, a small smile playing on her lips as she nestled into his embrace.

Dick stirred slightly, the softness of her touch pulling him from the haze of sleep. His eyelids fluttered open, but only then did the early morning light barely cut through the overcast sky outside. He let out a low, contented sigh, his voice heavy with sleep as he instinctively tightened his hold around her waist.

"Good morning," He murmured, his voice rough with grogginess, the words rumbling deep in his throat, carrying the weight of sleep still clinging to him. His face nuzzled into the crook of her neck, the familiar scent of her hair mingling with the faint smell of rain in the air.

Y/n hummed softly, not yet ready to face the world beyond the cozy cocoon they had created under the blankets. The rain continued its steady rhythm against the glass, a quiet symphony that felt like it was meant just for them. lulling them into the serenity of the moment.

“I could stay like this forever,” Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible as she relaxed fully into his arms, her heart syncing with the calm beat of his.

"You know," Dick's lips brushed lightly against her temple as he spoke, his words slower than usual, thick with the lingering fog of sleep. "I don't think I'd mind that either." He shifted slightly, just enough to press a soft kiss to the side of her head, staying there as if he could trap the moment, keeping it from slipping away.

For a moment, it was as if nothing else existed outside their small world-their shared breath, the steady rhythm of the rain, the subtle movements of their bodies seeking each other without thought. it was the kind of peace that didn't come often but when it did, neither of them wanted to let go.

"Do you think it'll rain all day?" y/n asked, her voice was soft, dreamlike, as she traced small circles on his chest with her fingertips, her gaze half-lidded as if she were still half asleep. There was something comforting about the idea of the rain, an excuse to stay in bed.

Dick chuckled softly, his chest rumbling beneath her fingers. "if it does," he replied "We're not going anywhere. Just us. No alarms, no missions, no rushing around. Just...this." His hand moved gently along her back, his thumb grazing her skin in slow, lazy strokes, the kind that could lull anyone back to sleep.

Y/n smiled, her heart swelling at the thought of spending an entire day wrapped up in him, "That sounds perfect," she whispered, her voice filled with contentment.

The rain outside continued to fall, as if nature wanted them to stay wrapped in this perfect bubble a little longer. The world could wait for now.

The dial tone buzzed in your ears as you slowly pulled your phone away, the weight of the conversation still heavy in the air. Just then, the couch creaked as someone sank down beside you. You glanced up to see your boyfriend, Dick, his playful grin fading into a look of concern. Without exchanging a word, he sensed the tension that clung to you like a thick fog, and it was clear he understood that something was deeply amiss.

His blue eyes locked onto yours, emanating a profound sense of security that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. Though he didn’t utter a word, his silent presence provided the comfort you desperately needed. With a gentle nudge, he drew you closer to his chest, and the subtle scent of his cologne enveloped you, igniting something deep within. In an instant, the floodgates opened, and the tears you had been valiantly holding back spilled over, soaking Dick’s sweater and leaving you feeling both vulnerable and oddly safe.

He gently yet firmly grabbed your legs and lifted them across his lap, positioning you snugly beside him. In that quiet moment, he let you pour out your tears, offering a comforting presence that spoke volumes. It was as if everything else faded away, and all that mattered was being there for you just when you needed him most. He refrained from overwhelming you with questions about the call that had triggered your heartbreak, choosing instead to simply hold you close, creating a safe space for your emotions to flow.

“It's okay, you're okay” Was all that came from his lips as he rubbed small circles on your back. His heartbeat gave you something to focus on. The rhythm pulled you back from the chaos in your mind.

For a while, the two of you sat in silence, broken only by the occasional shaky breath you took as your sobs slowly subsided. Dick’s thumb traced lazy patterns on your shoulder, his other hand brushing stray strands of hair from your damp cheeks. There was no urgency in his touch, no rush to pry answers from you. Instead, he simply existed with you in the rawness of the moment.

When you finally found your voice, it was barely above a whisper. “I don’t even know where to start,” you confessed, your throat raw from crying.

“Then don’t,” Dick replied softly, his lips brushing the crown of your head. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now. Just let me be here.”

The weight of his words settled over you, grounding and freeing all at once. The need to explain, to make sense of your emotions, slipped away. In his embrace, you realized you didn’t have to hold everything together. Dick was there to help carry the weight you couldn’t bear alone.

The chaotic buzz of the Blüdhaven Police Department hit you the moment you walked through the doors. Phones were ringing, officers were shouting back and forth, and the rhythmic clatter of keyboards filled the air. It was a familiar chaos you’d come to expect—and even enjoy. You balanced a white cardboard box in your hands, the sweet smell of fresh donuts curling around you. As you moved through the station, a few officers greeted you with smiles or nods. By now, they all knew who you were—not just because of your frequent visits, but because of who you were here for.

You stopped at Amy’s desk, the sharp-eyed admin who was always in the know. She glanced up from her paperwork, her glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of her nose as she eyed the box in your hands.

“Well, well,” Amy said, smirking as she leaned back in her chair. “The donut fairy graces us with her presence again. What’s the occasion this time?”

You grinned, setting the box on her desk and popping it open. “No occasion. Just figured I’d keep morale up. Save me one of the chocolate frosted, though, or we’re going to have words.”

Amy laughed, already reaching for a powdered sugar one. “Morale, huh? And let me guess—you’re looking for Grayson?”

“You know me too well,” you said, glancing toward the back of the station. “He in?”

Amy nodded, brushing powdered sugar off her fingers. “Yeah, he’s here. Got in not too long ago. Probably buried in paperwork, but that’s his own fault.”

“Good to know,” you said, snatching a napkin and grabbing one of the donuts. “Guess I’ll save him one before you guys clean me out.”

Amy gave you a knowing smirk. “Save it for him, huh? Or is this your excuse to drag him away from his desk? He just got caught up on his caseload.”

You gave her a pointed look, raising your free hand as if to feign innocence. “What, me? Distract him? Never. It’s just a donut, Amy.”

“Uh-huh,” she muttered, clearly unconvinced as you turned and made your way toward Dick’s office.

The door to his office was slightly ajar, and through the gap, you could see him leaning back in his chair, pen in hand as he scribbled something down in a notepad. His dark hair was just a little messy, as if he’d been running his hands through it, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. You knocked lightly on the doorframe before stepping inside, already biting into your donut.

Dick glanced up, his sharp blue eyes softening the moment he saw you. The corners of his mouth lifted in that small, familiar smile that was just for you. “Hey,” he said, his tone instantly lighter. “Let me guess—you brought donuts to keep the peace.”

“And to keep you fed,” you teased, stepping further into the room. “Pretty sure coffee doesn’t count as a meal, no matter how much you drink it.”

“Not true,” he replied, leaning back in his chair and gesturing toward his desk. “There’s half a granola bar in here somewhere.”

“Granola bar,” you repeated, arching an eyebrow. “Wow, you really are living the dream.”

Dick smirked, standing up from his chair and walking over to you. “Don’t tell me you came all this way just to lecture me about nutrition.”

“Well,” you said, grinning as you held out the napkin-wrapped donut. “That, and I missed you. Maybe more the second part.”

He chuckled softly, taking the donut from your hand. “Missed me, huh? You saw me last night.”

“And yet, here I am,” you said, leaning against his desk. “Guess you’ll just have to deal with it.”

“Not exactly a hardship,” he admitted, taking a bite of the donut. His eyes crinkled slightly at the corners as he smiled at you, powdered sugar dusting his lips.

You leaned off the desk and reached up to cup his face, pulling him into a kiss you’d been waiting all day for. His lips were warm and soft, carrying the faint taste of sugar from the donut he’d just taken a bite of. He kissed you back just as eagerly, his hands finding your waist, and for a moment, the rest of the station melted away.

When you finally pulled back, you chuckled softly, licking your own lips to catch the powdered sugar now dusting them. “I missed that, too.”

Dick laughed, his forehead resting lightly against yours. “You sure you’re not just here for the donuts?”

“I mean…” you teased, grinning. “You’re a close second.”

He rolled his eyes but smiled anyway, pulling you closer for another quick kiss. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah,” you said, smirking. “But you love me anyway.”

“Every damn day,” he replied warmly, before pulling away just enough to glance at the clock on the wall. “Alright, how long do I have before Amy barges in here and tells me to stop slacking?”

“Long enough for a few more kisses,” you said cheekily, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Guess I’d better make the most of it,” he murmured, leaning in again with a grin.

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[hana-no-seiiki]

am supposed to be on hiatus(literally reinstalled tumblr for this rot)

but yandere! robins with a super duper huge bordering on unhealthy fan! cosplayer!reader who can sing and dance

reader interviews them and gets themself in dangerous situations just to get a close look at how their costume works

AND HOW THE HECK THESE PEOPLE MOVE SO EFFORTLESSLY AND GRACEFULLY WITH THAT GODDAMN CAPE ON Like wTF-

so the robins know them quite well and they’ve sort of built an acquaintanceship with you. it’s endearing to have these heroes that you’ve been a fan of for so long to care about you so much…and not question why you keep feeling them up all the time. in reality, they see you as this perfect damsel that could do no wrong and whose cuteness/proneness to danger really activate their “hero neurons” to protect and care for you.

y/n duty is definitely a thing aside from patrols.

anyways reader who attends the same university as them (feels really weird when you treat them so differently or gush about them without their mask but that’s another story) and does a performance with their group on halloween as robin

(you can imagine any song but exo’s monster demo is what im thinking of CAUSE READER SINGING THAT FINAL PART?? IT TOOK ME HOURS TO FUCKEN NAIL IT DOWN IM-)

and their down badness turns declined atrocious real quick.

like y/n duty turned into a prize for which vigilante performed the best or something and they’d literally fight each other over it.

a lot of them resort to just … plain stalking you. not for altruistic or protective reasons anymore just cause they want to see you.

and/or dig up your past performances, videos, any sort of recordings just to get bricked up and be too wet/hard for a mission and unfortunately have to stay back to relieve themselves

some just plain use your admiration towards the robins to get you to do stuff.

…

damian threatens to share your robin smut/general fanfic and other ehrm terrific shit you’ve done while rotting for them to the entire world if you don’t sing while you two do homework.

[skittles-secrets]

how do the batboys comfort reader when overstimulated?

how they comfort you when you're overstimulated

bruce wayne

would notice right away. he wouldn't waste a single second, figuring out the source of the issue and putting a stop to it.

"that a little better now?" he'll ask, turning off the light, the fan, and walking into tim and damian's rooms to get them to shut up. whatever made his baby happy.

richard grayson

would think it's his fault. he would do whatever you asked him to do. turn the tv off? you didn't even have to ask. the light's too bright? who even let that light be installed in the first place.

"sorry i talked your ear off earlier..." he would mumble solumnly, and he would only get done sulking after you told him it wasn't his fault.

jason todd

completely understands that, and is likely already feeling the same way as you. he already knew what to do, seeing as he'd been wanting to do it himself for an hour prior.

the only reason he hadn't done it earlier was because he wasn't sure if you wanted him to and he didn't know what would be okay. he always worried about what was okay with you, after all.

tim drake

didn't completely understand the first time it happened. he was cooperative, though. if you didn't want to be touched, he would be a little sad at first, but he wouldn't be upset with you.

"screen's too bright? so sorry, y/n, i'll put it away." he's always incredibly eager to please you, so he begs you to tell him the second he does something wrong to air on the side of caution.

damian wayne

wouldn't care if you were anyone else. having shared a house with a few people like you for the duration of his teenage years (post 10 years old, really..), he was already doing everything he could to get the dog to stop yapping at you.

"titus, cut the bull, y/n isn't in the mood for this right now." he says, gently kicking the large dog's back leg out the back door. he didn't talk much after the dog was out, and made sure not to touch you unless you told him it was okay.

wasn't sure which ones you wanted so i did like the main 5 (sorry i can't write duke yet i'll learn + the other ones) damian and tim are aged up btw if it wasn't implied anywhere else (but aged regularly in bruce's for plot convenience)

[influenzalake]

Damian Wayne x Reader blurb

suggestive themes, female reader, she/her used

Y/N comes back from the grocery store, placing down her items and organizing them into the home she shared with her long time partner, Damian Wayne. Said lover who is now sitting on the dinner table, typing on his laptop. He always patiently waits for his beloved to come back from her errand trips. Her handmade reusable bag eventually runs empty and it settles under her arm. After all the work is done, Y/N feels accomplished. She leans against the counter for a minute, just thinking... Usually, Y/N will give Damian an "I'm Back" kiss to greet him. But today, she's thinking of something different. Y/N goes into character, pretending like she is back at the store, looking through shelf after shelf. Damian side eyes his beloved, wondering what she is doing but most importantly wondering what is delaying his kiss. Y/N spins her way to where Damian is sitting and he tenses. He pretends like he was completely focused in his work. She carefully takes his hand off his keyboard, inspects it carefully. She lets her eyes follow up his arm and gives a pleased hum. "What a fine, high quality product.", she says. Y/N's eyes linger, she then places Damian's hand in her grocery bag, and casually walks toward the bedroom. Damian is up and following his love without question. "I am a fine, high quality product", he thinks.

[quillsareswords]

omg for #QFWW with a vampire reader bc spooky season never ends, like a date gone wrong or something like that pls

A/N: I really know I've found my people when half of these were for my supernatural reader-characters. More vampire reader in my That Which Bleeds collection! WARNINGS: mentions of blood but no descriptions of consumption, mentions of food, language

MASTER LIST in BIO

   “For the record, this was not originally how I intended the night to end.”

   He glances down at the massive bloodstain on the front of his once crisp green button down for emphasis. “No? Were you aiming to have this stain a little higher up? My collar, perhaps?”

   You glare at him dejectedly. “Not funny.”

   He’s smiling anyway. He’s sitting on the curb outside of some swanky restaurant, with this huge dark blotch on his shirt, and he’s smiling at you like you’re finer than every piece of art in the gallery you took him to earlier in the afternoon.

   You bury your face in your hands. “I’m sorry.”

   "What ever for?" he chuckles.

   You glare again. "You're joking, right?"

   Against the cold night air, the warmth of his arm wrapping around your shoulders feels more like a space heater kicking on next to you. “You don’t have to apologize,” he chuckles. “It was a good day.”

   Well, it had been. You'd spent most of the day flitting around the apartment, finding things to keep you busy while you waited for him to finish with his classes. You'd gotten ready together, and he went down and started the car before sunset so it would be warm for you.

   It was all downhill from there. When you finally got to the gallery venue, there was nowhere to park and the valet was nowhere to be seen. There was no choice but to park elsewhere and walk three blocks in your slightly uncomfortable fancy clothes. He'd insisted it was nice to be able to stretch his legs after being stuck in his home office all day, but you know he's still sore from his showdown with Riddler's biggest, baddest goon last week.

   Inside, none of the trays walking around were vegetarian friendly. It was all meat, or very obviously coss-contaminated. On top of that, none of the refreshments were to either of your liking. So, two hours of meandering around a winding exposition with nothing to eat and no drink—because why on earth would they offer water?

   When you finally finished, with a new piece under Damian's arm (a delightful reimagining of a lesser-known Van Gogh, apparently), it was raining. You'd checked the forecast every hour, on the hour all day and there hadn't been a cloud in sight until tomorrow night. So, just this once, you hadn't brought your umbrella. 

   Luckily, the artist he'd purchased from was more than happy to hold it for you until one of you could come back and safely pick it up. And neither of you wanted to walk in the rain, so you called over a cab and left the car to sit in a business lot for awhile longer.

   Finally, you'd thought things were looking up.

   And then the restaurant couldn't find your reservation. The reservation you made weeks ago, because The Stranger is the only nice restaurant in all of Gotham that caters to both vegetarians and vampires.

   Fortunately, they happened to have an open table, and because you had the foresight to bring along some proof of reservation (ensuring the entire mess was their fault), drinks were free.

   Finally, all was well. Damian loved his mushroom risotto, you were thrilled with your AB+ blend, and it really looked like you'd be able to pull this off.

   The whole night was your doing. He'd been so busy with his degree and his heroism and his internship, and you'd been finding a delicate balance between your own school work and playing mediator between any decent vampires in the city and privy law enforcement, while also making yourself a threat against any indecent vampires that didn't care for humanity anymore. You hadn't been able to do much of anything together, especially when he slept for six or so hours most nights and you didn't.

   You sat with him while he ate breakfast. You'd sit in his office while you both worked. He'd sit in the living room to work while you chipped away at hobbies or watched something. You'd sit closeby while he painted. You'd lie in bed and read while he slept, because he always sleeps better if you're around. If you're lucky, you may even doze off while you're there. You found ways to spend time together whenever you could, but it wasn't quite the same as getting out and going somewhere.

   Valentine's Day was the best excuse to do so. Two whole days cleared on both schedules. One night to stay out as late as he could bare. You'll make breakfast for him tomorrow, and whenever he decides to get up, you'll talk him into watching some ridiculous romance movie he'll roll his eyes at but end up teary-eyed by the end of.

   You can practically taste victory, despite all the mishaps leading up to dinner. The waiter is bringing over your second glass. Damian's almost finished. You're almost done with the artichoke dip he didn't like as much.

   And then, in a wretched turn of events that you swear only belong in shitty television dramas, the waiter trips. Over thin air or his shoelaces or your hopes and dreams, it doesn't matter. He falters, squeals, and the glass he's carrying goes flying like a targeted drone strike.

   Thinned red blood splatters against the wall behind your table and then—all over the front of Damian's shirt.

   You could have burst into tears right then and there. Instead, you waited patiently for Damian to assure the sputtering waiter that it was fine, he wasn't angry, he wouldn't have the poor kid fired. Then, you took Damian to the family bathroom and tried your best to rinse out as much of the blood as you could in the sink. 

   "A good night?" you ask incredulously. "Where have you been all night?"

   He raises one hand, the one not touching you, in mock-defense. "I didn't say it went perfectly, my love. Could things have gone a little smoother? Of course. But they didn't ruin the evening."

   You finally pull your face from your hands. "Yeah, they kind of did. Case in point," you grumble, gesturing to his shirt.

   "I don't care about the shirt," he tells you seriously. "I have dozens of them. I'll buy another one if I miss it. Look at me." His hand skims up the round of your back to the base of your neck to get you attention. It's pointless, because you never turn down an opportunity to look upon him. "I don't care about the shirt. Or the shoes."

   "What happened to your shoes?" you cry suddenly.

   He laughs tiredly and shakes his head. "Nothing important. Will you let me finish?"

   You bite down on your lip as your hand absently passes over your mouth, as if you're subconsciously trying to keep yourself quiet.

   "I was going to say, that I don't care about all these little things that happened." He rubs his thumb across the cool skin of your neck, mere inches away from a scar that's never quite going to heal. "All I wanted to do tonight was spend time with you. I didn't care what we did. I did enjoy the gallery, and dinner, and I do appreciate all the time and effort you put into planning all this: but you really didn't have to. I would have been perfectly content to sit at home and stare at you all night. I wanted to be with you tonight, and you gave me that. Everything else was secondary."

   The way he looks at you now almost brings tears to your eyes. He looks at you like you're the prettiest thing on Earth. Like you're the only thing worth looking at. Like he really would have been happy to do nothing but look at you until the world ended.

   "I just wanted it to be perfect," you tell him honestly, voice as wilted at you feel. "We don't get the chance to do this very often, so I wanted it to be special." You laugh wetly despite yourself. You're quick to wipe away one rogue tear. "Guess I should have known better. We do live in Gotham, afterall."

   "That's true," he chuckles. "On the bright side, it still wasn't as terrible as our New Year's dinner last year."

   You laugh just thinking about it, like you always do. He knows you always laugh about it. It's a trick he keeps tucked in his back pocket for just these occasions. "That was pretty awful," you agree. "Your brother tumbling through the window covered in blood wasn't exactly how I thought that night would end, either."

   He gently pulls you closer to him. Tucks you into his side while you wait for a cab to take you back to the car. "Well, to be fair, I expect most nights to end with at least a little blood. I am in love with a vampire, afterall."

   You rest your head on his shoulder and watch slow traffic pass. "I love you, too," you hum. "Even though you are the one who spilled my drink last night, and now you're trying to blame me."

   He rolls his eyes."I am not–"

   "Oh you so are–"

[princess-vibes25]

Happy something anniversary to when I made this because I love it.

[squishykitty825]

It’s one of those “someone broke into your house/apartment and the object to your immediate left is your weapon, how are you doing?” But it’s the batkids at Jason’s apartment…

Dick: *instantly snatches a book* I knew these would be useful somehow

Steph: *holding a pair of chopsticks, a dumpling in her mouth* sphay bfackf pfool

Duke: *holding the TV remote* This is going to do absolutely nothing but it’s all I’ve got

Damian: *holding out a very confused Alfred the cat* You are not an object, but you are a better option than the pillow

Cass: *sees Damian’s use of Alfred and drags Tim out in front of her* Sorry brother

Tim: *upset at being used as a meat shield, but also still holding onto a blanket* Why me?!

Barbara: *holding a can of mace* A blanket Tim? Really?

Jason: *pulls a bazooka out of the couch cushions* Say hello to my little friend

Bruce: *standing awkwardly in the doorway, spare key in hand, staring at his kids like wtf* Uh… I brought food

[crsssie]

All you had to do was stay with Damian Wayne 🙏

this is what you wanted - damian wayne x reader

"It was my fault." Damian acknowledges. "However—"

You raise a brow. "Mr. Wayne, did you call me for a business meeting just to discuss this?"

"No." He lies.

You stare at him, blinking. "Liar."

"Okay, it was not the main purpose of this meeting, just one of the—"

You sigh. "What's the business-related purpose?"

Damian pauses. "...nothing."

"There you go." You sigh. "You broke up with me, so don't ruin your reputation and come crawling back to me. Mr. Wayne—"

"Damian." He whispers, eyes hurt. "Please. Damian, like you used to call me."

"You aren't Damian to me anymore." You mumble. "Mr. Wayne, I don't care how you take care of it, but I am no longer yours. You were the one who told me I was not suited to date you after so long."

Damian shrinks, hurt on his face despite his training to mask his emotions, and you pause.

"...Damian." Your voice is gentle. "You broke up with me, so hold your head up high and continue to pretend that it didn't hurt you, alright? You have to."

"I don't want to." Damian mumbles.

He looks pitiful, but you don't point it out.

"I can't stop you from reaping the consequences of your own actions." You mumble. "You have a meeting in ten, so fix yourself up before then. I'll see you at the meeting, Mr. Wayne."

Damian feels himself shatter just slightly.

He's Mr. Wayne to you now.

1989 event

[ekat-fandom-blog]

Assassins AU Prompt

Bruce didn't know how it happened, but his children were all sent to kill him. He had no clue how he convinced them not to.

Dick had been a new Talon sent out on his second mission. Brucie Wayne should have been an easy target. Bruce had noticed him though. Had decided to try to help the child. It shouldn't have worked, but it did.

Jason had been part of a new murder cult pretending to be a home for wayward orphans. Someone had paid them to send a couple of the child assassins to a fundraiser for Gotham's orphanages and kill 3 of the most well-known philanthropists attending. Which of course included Bruce. Jason had somehow snuck a tire iron into the event. It was a bit funny. It also helped his Brucie persona when Jason let him adopt him.

Tim was used by his parents for years as a way of getting rid of competitors. It was only natural that they'd eventually send him to get rid of the CEO of Wayne Enterprise. Tim's plan was perfect and would have worked if he'd not gotten cold feet at the last minute, destroying the slow acting poison (that wouldn't have had noticable side effects until it was too late) in front of Bruce and confessing the plot then and there.

Cass was sent by David Cain to kill Batman, which was both a nice change of pace and same-old same-old. Cass would have succeeded if she wasn't so tired of killing people. It also helped that Batman (and Batgirl) genuinely seemed to want to help her. Was concerned for her.

Damian was sent by Talia to kill his father so he could become the true heir of the Bat and the League of Shadows with the stipulation that if he was unable to do so within a week, to not return at all. Damian failed. That's fine though, eventually he found he was happier with his Father than he'd been with the League.

Duke's gang had almost taken things too far when they decided they needed to take things into their own hands and get rid of the corrupt elite of Gotham.