#MEET MY BELOVED DAMI BY THE WAY.

[drkcatt]

(looking around awkwardly) so i drew my oc/thancred ship in the magnet pose as a joke and then it stopped being a joke because it came out really good and also the song fits them very well. i got emotional while drawing this

[ramsywasalittlelamb]

when i feel cold, you warm me

An agere batfam fic! Regressor’s: Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, Duke, and Damian! Caregiver’s: Bruce and Alfred <3 Pure fluff!! 1.2k words photos found on pinterest!

No warnings!!

I meant to write a Halloween fic this year and then ended up becoming too busy, so here’s my Christmas one!

admittedly I don’t think most, if any, of the batfam members celebrate Christmas, BUT. I still think people give presents to each other regardless, just because the season of giving :3 enjoy!!

title from Sara Smile - Daryl Hall & John Oates

As Dick woke up groggily, something pinged in his mind, making him open his eyes to look at the clock.

5:58AM blinks on his bedside alarm clock in red, bold lights.

His face lights up with a huge smile, suddenly feeling giddy as he looks outside his bedroom window to see all the snow that’s built up overnight, the sun not even making a tiniest hint of appearing yet.

Bruce told him and the others that they’d open their presents together when everyone was awake, but that takes so long. Especially with Tim! He slept for 14 hours straight one time!

He throws the covers off his body in a haste, grabbing his beloved elephant plush from beside his pillow, and begins his mission to go downstairs and peek at a few gifts before Bruce and Alfred wake up.

Opening the door slowly, the hinges creak resonates throughout the hallway, making Dick flinch before looking around for a sign of someone waking up.

Empty. Perfect.

He sneaks halfway through the corridor on tiptoes before he sees a door opening, his gaze meets familiar eyes, panic coursing through his veins as they both freeze in their spots.

“Duke?” Dick whisper-yells, inching closer to Duke who admittedly looks like he’s near tears. “What's wrong?” He says, placing a hand on Duke’s arm in an attempt to comfort him.

“Thought you were Alfie or Bruce.” Duke murmurs, his arms wrapping Dick’s arm in a hug and squishing his cheek against the side of Dick’s shoulder.

“Uh-uh, just me!” Dick reassures, a bright smile on his face as he leans his cheek to rest on top of Duke’s head, who hums at the touch.

A creak in the floorboards behind them, making them both jump and flip around, turning to see Jason staring at them with tired eyes, his cat stuffie held in his fidgeting hands.

“What are you guys doin’?” He murmurs behind his pacifier, shuffling over to the other two regressors and tilting his head to rest it on top of Dick’s shoulder, half asleep while standing.

“Nothin’.” Duke and Dick say at the same time, glancing between each other before back at Jason, whose eyebrows are knit together in confusion.

“Was going downstairs to…” Dick pauses, debating if he should tell of his plan, but then he remembers this is Jason he’s talking to. Jason always helps him with his plans! “To look at the gifts!” He says, a toothy grin plastered on his face as he looks at Jason. He can feel Duke nodding against his arm, great minds think alike.

Jason rubs a loose fist at his sleepy eyes before nodding with a yawn, grabbing Dick’s hand to trail along with the two on their mission. More the merrier!

The three of them tread their way to the stairs, avoiding all the squeaky floorboards as they carefully inch their way down each step. Dick turns to congratulate his younger siblings, but jumps back at two new pairs of eyes staring at him with unintentional intimidation.

“You two scared me!” Dick pouts at Cass and Damian, who are hand in hand with one another. Cass holding her big bird plush in her other hand, meanwhile Dami’s other hand holds a German Shepherd plush.

Cass smiles as Damian tucks himself behind her, who silently follows along with the other three towards the living room. Dick is ecstatic at his growing number of super secret agents on his mission.

That is, until Jason tugs at the hem of Dick’s sleeve, pausing all of them in their steps.

“Dickie, ‘m thirsty.” He grumbles, his half open eyes peering slightly down at him as his lips form a pout. Dick can’t deny his baby brother something so simple!

“Let’s go to the kitchen first!” Dick says, tugging his siblings along with him towards the said room. Once they reach it, three of them stay just outside to not crowd the area, Duke entering a quiet conversation with Cass about Sesame Street, Damian watching and listening intently.

Dick begins choosing a drink for Jason, while Jason picks out a cup. The younger one ended up choosing a miffy sippy cup, placing it in front of Dick who pours out apple juice into the sippy. A smile makes its way onto Dick’s face as he remembers Bruce informing him of a super special secret, that the apple juice was actually half water and half apple juice. And he was the only one to know! Being older has its privileges sometimes.

Jason hums with content as he takes the sippy cup, drinking it in slow gulps as he tucks his plush in his elbow, waving to someone before taking Dick’s hand— wait, waving?

Dick looks to where Jason had waved and spots Steph standing there with a mischievous smile, going up to Jason and hugging him, turning to look at Dick whilst still holding him. “What are we doin’?” She says quietly, Dick returning the smile as he informs her of their mission. She accepts.

Dick cheers for himself, he has everyone!

Wait.

“Tim!” He gasps out quietly, looking at Steph who forms an ‘O’ with her mouth, before quickly nodding along in understanding. “You get Timmy, I’ll get the others in the big room!” She says, taking Jason’s hand from Dick’s. He watches as she informs the others of the plan, leading them towards the living room.

Okay, get Timmy. He can do that.

He creeps his way back upstairs as fast yet quietly as he can, inching himself into the small slit of the nursery door, quickly finding Tim who’s sound asleep.

Dick leans over the crib, peering down at Tim to see if he’d wake on his own, but after what felt like hours— it was truly seconds,— he pokes a finger at Tim’s cheek.

He snuffles, but doesn’t wake.

Poke.

Tim’s face scrunches up, blinking rapidly with a pout at being woken up, though immediately reaches up to Dick with sleepy babbles spilling from his mouth.

Oh! He needs his paci! Dick pops the pacifier that was hooked onto a clip into Tim’s mouth before lifting him out of the crib, placing him on his hip like he’s seen Bruce do tons of times before!

He shushes Tim when he begins babbling about seeing Bruce, making sure the baby was quiet as he trudged outside the nursery with silent steps, taking extra caution down the staircase with Timmy in his arms.

He makes their way into the living room, placing Tim on the floor next to where Steph and Cass sit, the two beginning to entertain the baby.

Dick shifts on his feet with excitement, hands shaking out in front of him as he shakes his head.

His plan worked! They’re gonna be able to peek at their presents!

Someone’s throat clearing authoritatively breaks him out of his joyful moment, twisting his body to see Bruce and Alfred looking at them with an unreadable expression.

Dick shrinks in on himself, suddenly feeling very bad about his mission that he dragged his siblings along. His plan definitely failed now. He got himself and his siblings in trouble!

His eyes watch between the two as Alfred’s unimpressed face morphs into a warm hearted smile, the one he gives when he’s proud or fond of something one of them did.

Bruce is next, not even trying to hide his adoring smile as he looks at Dick.

“I see someone had an early morning.” He chuckles out, moving past the couch to ruffle Dick’s hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead before beginning to chat with some of the other kids.

Maybe his plan didn’t fail after all!

[thegirlwiththelantern]

Hello, again! I write book release posts on my book blog, China Sorrows. But I like them to be specifically for books I'm personally excited about. In looking for 2023 releases I came across quite a few books I don't want to read but which would probably be really exciting to other people, so here some are.

Quick note- because I'm not covering them on my blog I didn't hunt through various sources and if the one I found doesn't list a synopsis, I won't. I also don't list synopsis for sequels in case of spoilers.

On A Wire: A Novel by Ryan Lill-Washington (queer)

Night of the Living Queers edited by Alex Brown (queer)

Authors including Shelly Page, Kalynn Bayron, Sara Farizan, Kosoko Jackson, Tara Sim, Rebecca Kim Wells, Trang Thanh Tran, Vanessa Montalban

Things I'll Never Say by Cassandra Newbould (queer)

Ten years ago, the Scar Squad promised each other nothing would tear them apart. They stuck together through thick and thin, late-night surf sessions and after school spodies. Even when Casey Jones Caruso lost her twin brother Sammy to an overdose, and their foursome became a threesome, the squad picked each other up. But when Casey’s feeling for the remaining members—Francesca and Benjamin—develop into romantic attraction, she worries the truth will dissolve them and vows to ignore her heart. Then Ben kisses Casey at a summer party, and Frankie kisses another girl. Now Casey must confront all the complicated feelings she’s buried—for her friends and for her brother who she’s totally pissed at for dying. Since Sammy’s death, Casey has spilled all the things she can no longer say to him in journals, and now more than ever, she wishes he were here to help her decide whether she should guard her heart or bet it on love, before someone else makes the decision for her.

Star Tent: A Triptych by Amie Whittemore (queer)

poetry collection featuring alien abductions, black holes, and weird-ass sestinas

The Wicked Bargain By Gabe Cole Novoa (nonbinary)

On Mar León de la Rosa’s sixteenth birthday, el Diablo comes calling. Mar is a transmasculine nonbinary teen pirate hiding a magical ability to manipulate fire and ice. But their magic isn’t enough to reverse a wicked bargain made by their father, and now el Diablo has come to collect his payment: the soul of Mar’s father and the entire crew of their ship.  When Mar is miraculously rescued by the sole remaining pirate crew in the Caribbean, el Diablo returns to give them a choice: give up their soul to save their father by the harvest moon, or never see him again. The task is impossible–Mar refuses to make a bargain, and there’s no way their magic is a match for el Diablo. Then Mar finds the most unlikely allies: Bas, an infuriatingly arrogant and handsome pirate–and the captain’s son; and Dami, a gender-fluid demonio whose motives are never quite clear. For the first time in their life, Mar may have the courage to use their magic. It could be their only redemption–or it could mean certain death.

A Tale of Two Princes by Eric Geron (gay)

Edward Dinnissen leads a charmed life. He’s the Crown Prince of Canada, gets the royal treatment at his exclusive private school, and resides in a ritzy mansion. He thrives off being the perfect prince as he prepares for the Investiture Ceremony on his eighteenth birthday, the final step in his role as heir—and Canada’s future king. But this closeted Crown Prince has just one tiny problem: he’s unsure how to tell his parents, his beloved country, and his adoring fans that he’s gay. Billy Boone should be happy with the simple life. His family’s ranch is his favorite place in the world, he loves his small town, and his boyfriend is the cutest guy at Little Timber High. So why does it feel like something’s still missing? Maybe it has to do with the fact that this out-and-proud cowboy feels destined for more . . . When Edward and Billy meet by chance in New York City, they discover that they are long-lost twins, and their lives are forever changed. Together, will these twin princes—“twinces”—be able to take on high school, coming out, and coronations? Or will this royal reunion quickly become a royal wreck?

Last Chance Dance by Lakita Wilson (Black, bi)

Leila is crushed when Dev, her boyfriend of four years, breaks up with her right before graduation. Just when she’s thinking she wasted her entire high school experience on a dead-end relationship, her best friend Bree reminds her that Last Chance Dance is just around the corner. A high school tradition, the Last Chance Dance gives all the students one last opportunity to find love before they graduate. All Leila has to do is submit three unrequited crushes to the dance committee and if any of her crushes list her too, they’ll get matched. Presto: new relationship, just like that. To her utter amazement, Leila is matched with all three of her choices—and with someone she never expected, Tre Hillman, her chemistry partner and low-key nemesis.  Though at times skeptical, Leila embarks on her Last Chance Dance mission—trying out her matches and going on dates. If Dev wasn’t her true love—then maybe someone else is. She knows it’s definitely not Tre, even though he seems more and more determined to convince her he’s right for her. But as graduation and the dance approaches, and each date seems to change her mind (and her heart)—Leila must figure out what—and who—she really wants. It’s her last chance, right?

The Last Catastrophe: Stories by Allegra Hyde

A vast caravan of RVs roam the United States. A girl grows a unicorn horn, complicating her small-town friendships and big city ambitions. A young lady on a spaceship bonds with her AI warden while trying to avoid an arranged marriage. In Allegra Hyde’s universe nothing is as it seems, yet the challenges her characters face mirror those of our modern age. Spanning the length of our very solar system, the fifteen stories in this collection explore a myriad of potential futures, all while reminding us that our world is precious, and that protecting it has the potential to bring us all together.

The Principle of Moments by Esmie Jikiemi-Pearson (queer)

In self-deified Emperor Thracin’s brave new galaxy, Humans are not citizens. Instead, they are laborers indentured to the empire, working to repay the billions in debt they unwittingly incurred when they settled on Gahraan—a planet already owned by someone else. Asha Akindele has lived her whole life on Gahraan, eking out an existence between factory assembly lines and constant terror—studying stolen aeronautics manuals in the dead of night and trying not to get herself killed for mouthing off to a guard. Then she discovers she has a sister imprisoned by the Emperor, and is forced to make a choice: stay enslaved, but relatively safe, or escape and risk everything in the name of family. Obi Amadi is a time-traveller, sick with a legendary disease. Armed only with his prosthetic arm, his ever-constant melancholy, and the humour he uses to mask it, he has spent years travelling through time and space in search of a cure for the sickness currently unmaking him limb by limb. His mandate: Find the cure, go home. And maybe figure out along the way if the prince he thinks sometimes he might love could be that home. When Obi saves Asha’s life, they make a pact: both will do all they can to get the other to the Emperor’s stronghold unscathed. With the reluctant aid of Xavior, a mouthy deckhand with a mysterious past, Asha and Obi attempt to navigate a galaxy that hates them to find the things they both believe will make them whole. But a prophecy has started that has other plans, and not only is Asha forced to make a terrible choice, she must soon reckon with the legacy of an ancient religion and its heroes, who may be awakening, reincarnated in ways beyond her comprehension.

The Memory Eater by Rebecca Mahoney (sapphic)

For generations, a monster called the Memory Eater has lived in the caves of Whistler Beach, Maine, surviving off the unhappy memories of those who want to forget. And for generations, the Harlows have been in charge of keeping her locked up—and keeping her fed. After her grandmother dies, seventeen-year-old Alana Harlow inherits the family business. But there’s something Alana doesn’t know: the strange gaps in her memory aren’t from an accident. Her memories have been taken—eaten. And with them, she’s lost the knowledge of how to keep the monster contained. Now the Memory Eater is loose. Alana’s mistake could cost Whistler Beach everything—unless she can figure out how to retrieve her memories and recapture the monster. But as Alana delves deeper into her family’s magic and the history of her town, she discovers a shocking secret at the center of the Harlow family business and learns that tampering with memories always comes at a price.

Running by Lindsey A. Freeman (queer)

In Running, former NCAA Division I track athlete Lindsey A. Freeman presents the feminist and queer handbook of running that she always wanted but could never find. For Freeman, running is full of joy, desire, and indulgence in the pleasure and weirdness of having a body. It allows for a space of freedom—to move and be moved. Through tender storytelling of a lifetime wearing running shoes, Freeman considers injury and recovery, what it means to run as a visibly queer person, and how the release found in running comes from a desire to touch something that cannot be accessed when still. Running invites us to run through life, legging it out the best we can with heart and style.

The Librarian of Burned Books by Brianna Labuskes (queer)

Berlin 1933. Following the success of her debut novel, American writer Althea James receives an invitation from Joseph Goebbels himself to participate in a culture exchange program in Germany. For a girl from a small town in Maine, 1933 Berlin seems to be sparklingly cosmopolitan, blossoming in the midst of a great change with the charismatic new chancellor at the helm. Then Althea meets a beautiful woman who promises to show her the real Berlin, and soon she’s drawn into a group of resisters who make her question everything she knows about her hosts—and herself. Paris 1936. She may have escaped Berlin for Paris, but Hannah Brecht discovers the City of Light is no refuge from the anti-Semitism and Nazi sympathizers she thought she left behind. Heartbroken and tormented by the role she played in the betrayal that destroyed her family, Hannah throws herself into her work at the German Library of Burned Books. Through the quiet power of books, she believes she can help counter the tide of fascism she sees rising across Europe and atone for her mistakes. But when a dear friend decides actions will speak louder than words, Hannah must decide what stories she is willing to live—or die—for. New York 1944. Since her husband Edward was killed fighting the Nazis, Vivian Childs has been waging her own war: preventing a powerful senator’s attempts to censor the Armed Service Editions, portable paperbacks that are shipped by the millions to soldiers overseas. Viv knows just how much they mean to the men through the letters she receives—including the last one she got from Edward. She also knows the only way to win this battle is to counter the senator’s propaganda with a story of her own—at the heart of which lies the reclusive and mysterious woman tending the American Library of Nazi-Banned Books in Brooklyn. As Viv unknowingly brings her censorship fight crashing into the secrets of the recent past, the fates of these three women will converge, changing all of them forever. Inspired by the true story of the Council of Books in Wartime—the WWII organization founded by booksellers, publishers, librarians, and authors to use books as “weapons in the war of ideas”—The Librarian of Burned Books is an unforgettable historical novel, a haunting love story, and a testament to the beauty, power, and goodness of the written word.

The Family Fortuna by Lindsay Eagar (queer)

Beaked. Feathered. Monstrous. Avita was born to be a star. Her tent sells out nightly, and every performance incites bloodcurdling screams. She’s the most lucrative circus act from Texas to Tacoma, the crown jewel of the Family Fortuna, and Avita feeds on the shrieks, the gasps, the fear. But when a handsome young artist arrives to create posters of the performers, she’s appalled by his rendering of Bird Girl. Is that all he sees? A hideous monster—all sharp beak and razor teeth, obsidian eyes and ruffled feathers? Determined to be more, Avita devises a plan to snatch freedom out from under the greased mustache of her charismatic father, the domineering proprietor and ringmaster. But will their fragile circus family survive the showdown she has in mind? By turns delightful and disturbing, bawdy and breathtaking, horrific and heartfelt, this electric and exquisitely crafted story about a family like no other challenges our every notion of what it means to be different—subject to an earful of screams—and to step out of the shadows and shine anyway.

Infamous by Lex Croucher (sapphic)

Twenty-two-year-old aspiring writer Edith (“Eddie”) Miller and her best friend Rose have always done everything together—from climbing trees and sneaking bottles of wine, to extensive kissing practice. But Rose has started talking about marriage, and Eddie is horrified. Why can’t they continue as they always have? Then Eddie meets charming, renowned poet Nash Nicholson––a rival of Lord Byron, if he does say so himself––and he welcomes her into his world of eccentric artists and boundary-breaking visionaries. When Eddie receives an invitation to Nash's crumbling Gothic estate in the countryside, promising inspiration (and time to finish her novel, a long-held dream), she eagerly agrees. But the pure hedonism and debauchery that ensues isn’t exactly what she had in mind, and Eddie soon finds herself torn between her complicated feelings for Rose and her equally complicated dynamic with Nash, whose increasingly bad behavior doesn’t match up to her vision for her literary hero. Will Eddie be forced to choose between her friendship with Rose and her literary dreams––or will she be able to write her own happily ever after?

The Third Daughter by Adrienne Tooley (sapphic)

THE THIRD DAUGHTER is a sapphic YA fantasy out next summer about emotional girls doing desperate things to save their families/country/souls from a corrupt church intent on seizing the throne.

Cleat Cute by Meryl Wilsner (sapphic)

CLEAT CUTE is about a rookie and a veteran battling for a spot on the World Cup roster who realize cooperation may be better than competition, both on and off the field

Cassidy is Queen by Cameron James (sapphic)

Endpapers by Jennifer Savran Kelly (queer)

It’s 2003, and artist Dawn Levit is stuck. A bookbinder who works in conservation at the Met, she spends her free time scouting the city’s street art, hoping something might spark inspiration. Instead, everything looks like a dead end. And art isn’t the only thing that feels wrong: wherever she turns, her gender identity clashes with the rest of her life. Her relationship, once anchored by shared queerness, is falling apart as her boyfriend Lukas increasingly seems to be attracted to Dawn only when she’s at her most masculine. Meanwhile at work, Dawn has to present as female, even on the days when that isn’t true. Either way, her difference feels like a liability. Then, one day at work, Dawn finds something hidden behind the endpaper of an old book: the torn-off cover of a ‘50s lesbian pulp novel, Turn Her About. On the front is a campy illustration of a woman looking into a handheld mirror and seeing a man’s face. And on the back is a love letter. Dawn latches onto the coincidence, becoming obsessed with tracking down the note’s author. Her fixation only increases when her best friend Jae is injured in a hate crime, for which Dawn feels responsible. As Dawn searches for the letter’s author, she is also looking for herself. She tries to understand how to live in a world that doesn’t see her as she truly is, how to get unstuck in her gender, and how to rediscover her art, and she can’t shake the feeling that the note’s author might be able to help guide her to the answers. 

Sterling Karat Gold by Isabel Waidner (nonbinary)

Sterling Beckenbauer is plunged into a terrifying and nonsensical world one morning when they are attacked, then unfairly arrested, in their neighborhood in London. With the help of their friends, Sterling hosts a trial of their own in order to exonerate themselves and to hold the powers that be to account.

A Manual for How to Love Us by Erin Slaughter

Seamlessly shifting between the speculative and the blindingly real, balancing the bizarre with the subtle brutality of the mundane, A Manual for How to Love Us is a tender portrait of women trying their best to survive, love, and find genuine meaning in the aftermath of loss. In these unconventional and unpredictably connected stories, Erin Slaughter shatters the stereotype of the soft-spoken, sorrowful woman in distress, queering the domestic and honoring the feral in all of us. In each story, grieving women embrace their wildest impulses as they attempt to master their lives: one woman becomes a “gazer” at a fraternity house, another slowly moves into her otherworldly stained-glass art, a couple speaks only in their basement’s black box, and a thruple must decide what to do when one partner disappears. The women in Erin Slaughter’s stories suffer messy breaks, whisper secrets to the ghosts tangled in the knots of their hair, eat raw meat to commune with their inner wolves, and build deadly MLM schemes along the Gulf Coast.

[thesuperiorrobin]

He has feeling?

Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

Warning: slight violence in the beginning, mentions of blood, cursing,

Summery: Damian has been coming home late after his patrol, coming home smelling like strong feminine perfume. His brother follow him one night and they are in for a surprise

“What is he doing?”

“Who is that?!?”

“The demon spawn has himself a girlfriend?!”

Dick, Jason, Timothy, dressed in their suits as they all watched as their heartless brother laughed and joked with a girl, in his Robin suit.

“Would you three please just zip it for a moment?” Bruce hushes them quickly as they hide and listen. They know it’s not right to eavesdrop one someone’s conversation but seeing their younger brother joke around, especially with a girl, was a sight to see for the family.

“ I can't believe you and your family fought for a cookie. '' You laughed leaning against Damians shoulder, the texture of his suit hurting your cheeks but you pushed it aside.

“What can i say beloved, Pennyworths cookies are the best of the best out in the world” Damian chuckles out leaning his own head down against yours, linking your fingers with his tan ones.

“Did he just call that girl beloved?!”

“Dick shut up, they'll hear you!” Jason and Timothy said in sync as they shushed the ex-older Robin.

“I like when you talk about your family like this” you mumbled “makes me feel like I’ve meet them already”

Damian kissing the crown of your head making you smile slightly

“Now’s not the right moment but soon. It’s only fair considering I’ve already met your parents”

“Damn right it’s only fair. And they love you by the way. My mom adores you and my dad, well he’s just being like every other dad when their daughters bring home a handsome boy” you laugh as you look up at the vigilante boy.

“I’m sure when my own family meets you they’ll love you more then me” Damian smiles as you gasp lightly slapping his shoulder

“Don’t say that!” you scold “I’m sure they’ll just adore me for making their brother and son fall head over heels for a simple girl”

“Simple isn’t a word I’d describe you beloved. There are other amazing words to describe you with” Damian added. You hum leaning close to his warmth.

“But….” You trail off, biting your lip

“But what beloved?”

“What if your family doesn’t like me?” You fiddle with the zipper of your jacket. Damian glanced down at you before letting out a scuff

“If they don’t approve of our relationship then they’ll just have to suck it up. I’m not about to let go of someone I love because someone else isn’t happy with it” Damian's serious, You could tell because of the tone in his voice shift. Damian would not care if his own family disapproved of his relationship with you, he would not care if they disowned him, which is not something they would do.

“Dami that’s like…that most romantic thing I’ve heard you say out loud” you let out a giggle as you leaned up slightly kissing his jaw, snuggling closer to the nape of his neck. Damian scuffs as he pulled the hood of his cap over his head, trying to hide the deep blush that coated his tan cheeks.

You tried to hide the yawn that creeps out of your mouth. You don’t want Damian to leave just yet, but to your luck he notices. Damian smiles softly as he nudges his shoulder lightly. You lift your head up as Damian gets up from his spot, pulling you up with him. You groan.

“Can’t we just talk for three more hours” You whine as he drags you to your bedroom window.

“Believe me beloved I would love that” he mumbles “but you're tired. Get some rest. I’ll come visit you tomorrow night like I always do. Promise”

You him as you pulled out your pinky smiling.

“Promise?”

Damian smiles as he links his pinky with yours

“Promise”

Damian opens your window and helps you get back inside the comfort of your own bedroom. Before he can close it you turn around placing a small gentle kiss on his lips, Damian quickly kisses back. The vigilant boy chases after your lips as you pull away, making you giggle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night Damian. Night”

“Goodnight beloved”

He closes the windows shut, before parting away from your window he makes sure you lock it. Once the sound of your locking it reaches his ears he’s on his way back home. Dick, Jason, and Timothy all star in shock at the small moment that had witnessed between you and sidekicks. All hell broke loose before Bruce even noticed. Dick complains about how Damian never told him he had a girlfriend , Jason thinking this is just a big prank Damian has been planning and knows that they were secretly watching him, and Tim—poor boy just wanted to go home to sleep.

Bruce, the old man could actually believe it. He has himself a little girlfriend. Deep down he’s actually really proud of his son thinking about how Damian had to push by the “I don’t need friends they disappoint me’ phase and actually started talking to kids his own age, making a friend and slowly but surely becoming something more. Bruce had never been more proud. From afar he can see his son stop and wave at you, you did the same one last time before closing the blinds, the lights in your room turning off. For once his son isn’t hiding his feelings anymore, well he's hiding them from his own family, but not from the person he loves the most. You got to give him points for that right?

[veronica-17-hood]

damian wayne x reader <3

- damian is aged up

- fluff

- enjoy

“smile dami.” you rushed under your breath, barely glancing at the boy leaning against the wall with a grim look painted across his normally rather attractive appearance, his god like structure.

your arm came out to greet the many older couples coming into the mayor’s home, the place where bruce planned tonight’s gala, the gala that has put your boyfriend in a successfully bad mood.

you smiled as a man lightly grabbed your hand, brining it to his lips to press a soft kiss before shuffling off after his wife, though that did earn a soft look from your boyfriend who has only nodded in the directions of people walking into the overly large home.

he huffed, dragging his lips further down into a frown, so far that his dimples are hidden from sight and his head turned away from where you were standing, his gaze searching for his father to birth yet another complaint about being here and forcing you to do the same.

“damian.” you snap, your wrist reaching out to grab his crossed arms, finger tips brushing against his broad and muscular chest before snatching his watch covered wrist.

eyes stayed on him as you held onto him, beginning the drag toward the private hallway. his mouth began to open though shut immediately as he stared at your dominant side, a side that doesn’t come out often, though a side he loves more than anything on you.

you hand gripped tighter on his wrist, pulling him through the doorway and slinging him around so he was now in front of you, both of you now hidden from the complete mess of the party, all of the brothers going around and most likely complaining to their adoptive father much like your boyfriend was wishing to do.

your body spun around much to fast, your eyes blurring as you tried to settle on the tall, broad figure in front of you, still scowling “you need to stop.”

“care to enlighten me beloved?” he teased, leaning against the wall now, attempting to be nonchalant of the whole situation, his arms crossing across his chest again, frown faltering.

“try to be nice to people.” you spoke softly, annoyed at this point. “it’s all i’m asking for tonight, i know you don’t like it here, neither do it i but- what?”

the last word came out snappy, his blown from the darkness in the room both of your eyes settled on each other, watching him lightly smirk midway through your rant.

“nothing beloved.” he hummed, completely enamored by your dominant nature, a side you don’t show often though he wish you did more.

“don’t do that.” your tone was flat, eyes rolling as you looked back toward the opening, the sound of bruce calling both yours and damian’s name ringing in your ears.

“i’m not doing anything.” he spoke quite honestly, unfolding his arms from his chest to motion that he wasn’t doing such.

“your trying to get me to fold by calling me beloved.” you sighed in your words, hands placed flat across his two pecks as you started shoving him further back into the hallway, damn was his a brick wall.

damian obliged, taking small steps back in order to ease your workload, smiling down at your as you stuffed your head into his chest in attempt to move him faster. you both could hear bruce calling you know and truth be told neither of you wanted to be dragged back out there against your own free will.

“i’m not trying to get you to anything.” he spoke again rather honestly, he has been calling you beloved more than your own name the second you agreed to go on a date with the boy. he loved the way it sounded, his beloved. “though-“ he paused, dropping his hands to your waist halting your movements, “it seems you are trying to get me to do something.”

a sigh fell from your lips and now your head further buried into his broad chest, not even annoyed at this point rather a combination of over it and happy (because your boyfriend stopped acting like oscar the grouch) “oh beloved you don’t enjoy my teasing?”

your head titled upward to meet his emerald burning gaze, a smirk painted across his face. “you are so lucky i love you.”

you couldn’t help but smile at your words and at the way damian’s fingers tapped and gripped tighten around your waist when the words tumbled from your perfect lips. and the playful smirk was replaced by a genuine smile down at his beloved.

“why is that, hm?” he hummed, swaying you back and forth.

“because if i didn’t i would have kicked your ass when you didn’t acknowledge the old woman smiling at you.” you teased back at him, slowly removing yourself from his grasp.

a snort escaped his perfect face, “you can dream about kicking my ass all you want beloved, it won’t happen.”

your hand tangled to find one of his now empty ones, lightly tugging for him to follow, which of course he did. “cave, tomorrow.” you tested, which of course earned a throaty laugh and an agreement from your boyfriend as both of your shoes clicked in harmony down the marble floors.

“i’ll do whatever makes you happy beloved.” he finally spoke as the two of you reached the hallway, smiling as he fiddled with your fingers, the only form of PDA he ever partook in.

your stunning smile flashed back at him, your free hand coming to grasp his chin and swipe your thumb gently across his lips. “good, so be try to be in a good mood.”

his eyes blew at the sudden contact from your thumb on his sensitive pink skin of his lips, “or what?” he tested, though he had no intention of making you upset twice in one night, he didn’t like you upset and hated fighting with you.

“you won’t get your surprise tonight.” and with that you disconnected from him completely, sauntering off into the ballroom without a second glance.

and let’s just say dami was on his best behavior that night, even told jason he loved him, was really a sight to see.

“what did you just say to me?” jason had to take a double take, what did his adoptive assassin brother just utter to him, and why did he think it was okay.

“i love you brother.” damian spoke rather loosely as if they used the term daily, loose smile on his face as he gazed upon you speaking to barbara.

“y/n!” jason couldn’t get his words out fast enough, in fact the skilled vigilante tripped over his own feet on his way to you, “i think your boyfriend is broken.”

[kindaangelic]

Batbros Showing Affection - Yet Another Series

Dick Grayson Edition

The first time Jason fell prey to the full extent of Dick's affections was when he woke up from a bullet to the side. He was fourteen, he had just seen Bruce cry, and Alfred's mustache had trembled, and he almost didn't register Dick's fingers carding through his hair and his mumbling words that he had never heard over Jason.

He's praying, Jason realized belatedly. He's praying for me.

Dick prayed again, every year on Jason's death anniversary, but he wouldn't know that.

The next time Jason heard Dick praying again was when the older man was trying to kiss him through the helmet- “Oh my God, get off, people are looking-”

But Jason was back, he was alive again, and Dick would never have to take his brother's name with his beloved parents' again, he would never again pray for Jason's soul to have peace.

Dick would now only pray for him to live.

***

It was easy to love Tim - after all, he was a small, fae, lad who was unerringly good, in the harshness of Gotham.

Bruce tried to resist. He failed.

Dick didn't bother resisting. He loved Tim with his whole heart, smiling at him, hugging him, defending him, and helping smuggle him out of the manor to meet Kon when Bruce had declared a Purity Lockdown.

They fell out, as brothers do. They never stopped loving each other, and found their way back to each other.

Dick and Tim loved each other, held together in the belief that their relationship was the one slice of a normal life they could ever have.

Dick could love Jason with an intensity brought only by a complete loss could bring. Their love was painful, and even when they smiled, Dick could feel the tears stinging the back of his eyes.

Dick could love Damian with the fierceness of a lioness, because no one else would, and no matter what anyone else said, Damian needed that, yearned for it, and it was only through divine intervention that he had found it.

But Tim was Dick's brother. And Dick was Tim's. And there was nothing complicated about that.

***

It took a while for Damian to understand Dick's seemingly instantaneous affection for him.

From the very first warm, strong hug, Dick's cheek squished to Damian's, to the occasional head pats and the smoothing of Damian's spiky, evil, hair, Dick was completely in love-

And Damian was completely confused.

When Bruce was gone, and it was only him and Dick, Damian waited for the hammer to drop - for the renunciation and the scorn that was sure to come.

He waited every night as Dick put on a show of smoothing Damian's hair back and turning out the bedside lamp, but he waited in vain.

Dick's soft sighs and head pats turned into lingering presences with soft lullabies, and gentle kisses on his tiny, thorny, forehead.

The first night Dick had given him a goodnight kissy, Damian had laid awake the whole night, his mind racing with thoughts what and how and why-

Only for Dick to repeat the kissy with a gentle, “Good morning, Dami,” the next morning.

Slowly, Damian began to realize that he was getting hugs and kissies, simply for being, existing as he did.

It made him unbelievably smug, and he smiled like a frog which had the whole pond to itself.

Drake laughed at him, but what did he know? It's not like anyone kissed him, ever.

“Shows what you know! Nothing will ever compare to Kon's tender touch upon my skin-”

“WHAT”

“Nothing, Bruce!”

Disgusting as that revelation was, Damian still came out on top, or so he felt.

Grayson's smile was all the confirmation that he needed.

[uncouth-the-fifth]

omg i love prompts, and congrats on 100 followers !! <33 how about "i never realized how meaningful sex could be until we got together" with batman!damian?

354. "I never realized how meaningful sex could be until we got together," with Damian Wayne.

ty!! I love prompts too cause they force me to be more creative than usual, which ya girl struggles with. Batman!Dami was an exquisite choice 👌

A needy moan fell from Damian's lips.

You chased the taste of it, cupping where the soft edge of his hair met his neck to swallow his sounds. Post-patrol sex was fifty-fifty for Damian - either it was the last thing on his case-honed mind, or the necessary stretch his overworked body was dying for. Now, his muscles seemed to float under his skin without tension. Sometimes, your hands would flutter over a bruise or your lips would meet a bandage, but each minor pang was a worthy sacrifice to withstand. You kissed him. The fist of control Damian held over himself unwound, finger by finger.

You tilted back, hands sunk in the sheets behind you, and rolled your hips onto his dick. There was so much to look at that Damian's mind went blank, piercing eyes dizzying over your flush body. His hand braced on your warm waist and pressed into your belly. Damian watched your face steam with lust, watched your pussy fill itself with him until your weight settled on his lap again.

"Yes," Damian hissed, meeting your hips with his.

The tiny plea you gave him was too precious to be bought. "Look at what you do to me, Damian... fuck, baby, look..."

You whimpered at his fullness. The sound guided his eyes to your union, where the outer ring of your cunt wrapped snugly around Damian's girth.

"So full?" Damian cooed. His thumb languished at your clit, circling it in lazy circles. "You're practically bursting with me, beloved..."

You kissed him, wet and wanting and giggling. "Gonna - ah, split me in two, bats."

Niether of you put much effort into moving. You didn't have to, with Damian's injuries and your shared laziness. He liked to soak in each feeling you gave him, and you were content to be studied, so long as his gaze wandered and lingered. It never failed to. Just sitting cozy in his lap was nice, anyway. You'd managed to rip off everything but Batman's leggings, and the armored plates scratched pleasantly at your thighs and ass, putting imprints in your skin the longer you saddled him. His belt, boots and gloves were all over your room, lit by the wall-by-wall view of Gotham. It was too early in the morning for any sun, so you made out Damian's face by the angular planes of golden light framing his skin. Admiring him turned you into an artist. You could plot the shape of the light on his abs well enough to paint, and match it to the gleaming color of his eyes in the shadows.

A hand on your back fished your top half back to him, lips ready and eyes feathered closed for a kiss. Damian hummed when you gave him what he wanted. The sound vibrated low in his chest, thrumming through your own rib cage and filling your heart. Even just that movement stimulated you both. Usually, Damian's skill and determination could ensure at least five rounds of hungry, filthy sex, but his voice is tired and his hands are soft. Niether of you want to rush this. Niether of you need to, because the simple pleasure of kissing is enough to make you cum.

Damian cups your jaw in one hand, almost wrapping his hand around your throat. You're so close that you can taste the shape of each word on his lips. "Perhaps we should fall asleep like this," he humors, blinking lasciviously, "use you as my little cock warmer."

"M' too close," you shake your head. "I can sit on your lap when you work tomorrow. Just some Justice League reports, right?"

Damian scowls, "I don't want to think about Kent while my dick is inside you."

Your blush sinks into his neck and hides there, pressing your nose into his shoulder. Damian's heart flutters when you kiss his pulse. "Then what do you want to think about?"

His warm, calloused fingers play with your hair and enjoy how attached to him you are. You're barely touching the bed. With Damian's cock sheathed all the way inside your sore pussy, you're on him in every other way too, chest to chest, face to face. You're only brought closer when you embrace him around the neck, prompting Damian to scoop you up around your lower back and nuzzle into your cheek. Even the tiniest squeeze forces his eyes shut in bliss - your walls cushion him just right, and pool slick down his thighs. Touching himself was fine when the moment called for it, but nothing could beat this slickness, this velvet.

"You," Damian admits. He gave himself an arm to brace against the plush mattress, then stirred his hips up into yours, faster and faster, "t-touching you... your stomach, your breasts..."

Politely, you pushed your chest deeper into his. He felt your weight move to your knees. "A-ah! Yeah? W-what else?"

"Making love to you while you wear - wear my shirt. Pushing it over your chest, f-fucking you," Damian grit, "the face you make when I make you cum."

Your nose withdrew from his neck and bumped against his, your foreheads together. Arousal burned in your gaze like boiling steam, and you trapped him there, palms on his cheeks, forcing him to watch your lashes flutter and lips part each time Damian plunged deeper. He twisted just out of your hold and slammed his mouth to yours, groans unrestrained - you rode him until his legs were sore, until cum surged into your cunt, so much, liquid spilling in thick ropes down your thighs.

He thrusted and kissed you until you both were sweaty and cum-slick, mouths slowing, breath laboring. Damian released you from a particularly wet kiss, lips popping. He fell onto his back and sunk into the memory foam, sucking down air. You knotted your trembelling fist around the edge of his waistband and panted. The orgasms dragged on as the sex had, languid and exhausted. You waited until your pussy stopped urging his cock to throb to dismount him. This, too, took forever, but Damian's grin only grew as he absorbed your satisfaction. He'd performed well. Damian always did, but that fact was never missed by his ego.

You dropped your ass down on his stomach instead, letting his cock breathe. Like him, you collapsed forwards, squeezing his waist with your calves and snuggling Damian's chest. When his orgasm had faded to a distant warmth tingling in his gut, he was struck with the feeling that no one else had ever done this for him, and perhaps no one else ever would. Sex had once been nothing but a manipulation to him, but this was... this was special. This was something a devil like him should've never been able to treasure, and yet you'd shared it with him. Shared yourself. He hugged you to his chest, heart pounding.

"I never realized how meaningful sex could be," Damian said, slowly, "until you. I... I love you, Y/N."

You pressed a smiling kiss into his chest. "And I love you, Damian. Anytime."

[wpdarlingpan]

Hey I just read the yandere Jason's todd and I was thinking about how you said Dami was still looking for his darling/soulmate. What if yan damian found his darling at his Schools art room and she has a service dog? Like she loves painting and I saw on TikTok that a dog can paint to so there is a little set up for her dog and another for her. Can I request a story about this? Hope you are having a good day/night!

Thank you so much for this request! I love the idea.

Y/N= Your Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/E/C= your eye color

Warning: Major Fluff

~*~

Damian Wayne had been stopped after school but a group of squealing girls he had not interest in talking to. They all wanted the same thing, his last name and his money. They didn’t understand he had no interest in any of them.

“Damian! want to go get ice cream with me?”

“Damian! will you help me study for the math test?”

“Damian! Will you be my boyfriend?”

All he heard was them just shouting his name, if those insufferable people wanted to talk so badly why couldn’t they even just talk like normal people? But he had to admit even then he wouldn’t give them the time of day. But he knew with his name he had to seem polite even if he wanted to run away, so he decided to combine the two.

“Sorry, I must go. I need to go get something from one of the classrooms.”

A chorus of shouts started up again with every one of them saying they would go with him.

“Alone.” He stressed before quickly walked or more so ran back inside the school building. He heard them rush after him so he quickly darted into the nearest classroom and shut the door behind him, which happened to be the art room.Damian had his back to the door and he heard the footsteps rush past the door in search of him.

“Hello?” He heard, at first he was worried it was another fan girl that one bombard him but when he looked up and stared into beautiful Y/E/C eyes, it felt as if time had stopped. He admired the girl who was standing in front of an easel in the center of the room. She had on a white shirt with denim overall and a pair of converse. But she was covered in paint, blue in her hair, white on her hands, even more colors covered her legs, shoes, face, pants, and even her white shirt.

After he gained some awareness of how it would come across as creepy if he kept staring he looked down to the smaller easel that was on the floor next to her and saw an adorable dog with their own painting in front of them. There was a plastic sheet on the floor so they didn’t get paw prints all over the floor as their paws were covered in purple paint.

“Hello?” The girl questioned again before he looked back up at her and he finally moved from the door, closer to the girl.

“Hi, sorry to barge in like that.” Damian apologized in a apologetic manner.

“Oh! No worries. It just startled me a bit but then I heard all the foot steps pass the door, too which I assume you were running from people.” She spoke very analytically. Damian feel even more in love. She had a dog, she wasn’t squealing, she was very aware, and she was also very adorable as he saw the paint on her.

“You are very clever.” He replied smoothly making her blush to which Damian smirked.

“Thank you.” She spoke shyly. Damian could tell she was rather anxious so he kept talking to try and ease her nerves. Damian knew he wanted her to be his soulmate as the other bats. But he preferred the term beloved.

“May i see your paintings?”

“Sure.” She spoke nervously. Y/N wasn’t too confident as a person do showing her art to someone was very nerves racking, that was why she was there after school so she could finish her painting and not worry about the people around her, also because her teacher said she could try and see if her dog could paint like she saw others do on Tik tok.

Damian walked over to the girl and he dog and stood rather close to her, looking at the painting quite closely as to have ma excuse to stand next to her.

He looked at the painting and saw a silhouette of Gotham at night, he knew this because there was a image of the bat signal painted towards the night sky.

“This is amazing.” Damian complimented making her blush. She really wasn’t blushing because it was Damian Wayne making the comments but just because someone was making the comments in the first place. Damian then crouched down on the side closest to the dog and let the dog sniff his hand before he pet them while he looked at the dogs painting.

“This is a very cute idea, I might have to try this with my dog Titus, whats your dogs name?” He spoke as he looked at the purple paw prints at were on the canvas.

“His name is Padfoot, after the-“

“Harry Potter series? Sirius black right?” Y/N glowed at the thought of him knowing where her dogs name came from. She was really expecting him to be mean like some of the other people at school when they asked her dogs name. They thought the name padfoot was stupid and she should have named her dog like shadow or something based off the dark fur.

Damian saw her change in demeanor and smirked before continuing.

“I love the Harry Potter series.” 

“Me too! Well you probably already knew that because of the name but-“

“Hey, it’s fine.” Damian reassured as she started to rant and stumble on her words. Damian loved Y/N’s shyness. It meant he had to worry about a lot less people being in the way. Then he realized he didn’t even know her name yet.

“What’s your name?” He questioned in subtle flirty tone.

“I’m y/n! What’s yours?” She did already know his name but she assumed that he would like to introduce himself. He liked that.

“Wayne, Damian Wayne.” He held out a hand for her to shake and she went to do so before noticing all the paint of her hands.

“Nice to meet you, I’d shake your hand but I’d feel bad getting paint on you.” Damian smiled slightly at her kind nature and proceeded to shake her hand anyway that seemed to fit perfectly in his. He didn’t even hardly pay attention to the white paint that was in his hands.

“It’s alright.” He said as he saw her looking alarmed at the paint on his hands.

Damian wanted to move quickly. He wanted to make her his as soon as possible. So he began another conversation and asked her about her life such as her friends, family, what area of Gotham she lived in, if she was single; to which she blushed brightly at as she replied with a quick yes as she never even held hands with a boy before. Damian was pleased with all the answers, and he felt very protective over her as she told him her address. He had to keep her safe if she was just waking around telling her address to anybody. Of course he wouldn’t be just anybody to her but it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t go telling other people who he knew didn’t deserve it know.

Damian didn’t want to go the route Timothy Drake did. He didn’t want to immediately force her to be his. He wanted something that made him feel the love that he was neglected of for years. He found his beloved and he knew that he had to be gentle in a way. But he could tell she was perfect for him.

She had finished her painting and put it over but the others from class the day and Padfoots had dried so she picked up the small easel and put it in her bag.

“I should probably head home now.” She spoke after she put Padfoot back on his leash and washed most of the paint off his paws. Damian panicked slightly as he didn’t want their time to end but, he also knew he could go home and search up everything he could find on the bat computer.

They walked out to the front together and saw Alfred patiently waiting in the car while reading a book. He looked up and saw Damian walking out alongside Y/N and smiled to himself slightly. He knew the boy deserved love, and it seemed that he had found his.

Y/N was tempted to ask for his number, but she didn’t want to come across as clingy or pushy. She had deeply enjoyed talking to him and she wanted to further.

“Pass me your phone.” Damian said with a slight demanding tone. Y/N did so without hesitation making Damian smirk as he typed in his number and put his name in the contact. He sent a messages to himself after and discreetly changed her contact name to ‘My Beloved ❥’ and handed back her phone.

“There, I texted myself from your phoen so we have each other’s numbers. Text me whenever you want.” Y/N smiled brightly at him making him smile back.

She began to wave goodbye and make the walk back home but he stopped her once he saw her start walking.

“Wait you’re walk home? Alone? But you live so far.”

“Yeah, my parents are always working so they can’t come get me. But it’s okay, I’m used to walking home .” But Damian immediately begins shaking his head. He knew the dangers of being in Gotham as he has seen many first hand. He wouldn’t allow his beloved to be so unprotected.

“I’ll give you a ride home from now on okay?” He spoke decidedly. She began to shake her head no.

“I couldn’t ask to do do that-“

“You didn’t ask, I told you. I’m going to give you a ride home, it’s too dangerous out there by yourself.”

“But I got Padfoot to protect me!” She spoke innocently while holding up the shaggy black dog.

Damian looked at her with a look that left no room for argument.

“Fine… but just this once.” Y/N said before following him over to the sleek black car.

“Definitely not only once, but believe what you want to believe. I can be quite… persuasive.”

Damian opened the door for her to get it and he helped her inside before getting in on the other side while Alfred glanced in the mirror every so often.

“Hello. Nice to meet you, what’s your name sir?” She spoke politely looking at Alfred as he looked up in the mirror.

“I’m Alfred Pennyworth. And you are?”

“Y/N L/N.”

“Nice to meet you as well Miss L/N.”

She smiled at him as he saw in the mirror and he slightly smiled back and could already tell she was a kind person. Perfect for Damian and the Wayne family.

Her and Damian talked the whole ride to her house after she gave Alfred her address. Once they arrived Damian tried not to look to disappointed and continued to reassure himself that he would see her the next day for sure. He would also look her up on the bat computer.

They pulled up in front of a nice house that resided in a sketchy area, well all of Gotham was sketchy but Damian remembered one of the warehouse down the street was one of Jokers hold hideouts and he stopped a drug sale a few houses down and not to even mention the-

Before he continue she opened her door and stepped out of the car.

“Thank you for the ride Mr.Pennyworth. Bye Dami!” She said happily as she set Padfoot out of the car as well and made her way into the house. As the door shut behind her he snapped out of his trance of thinking of all the dangers and the fact she already gave him a nickname.

“Beat that Todd.” Damian thought to himself as he was already making more progress in a day than Todd and Grayson had in weeks with their soulmates.

“I presume that’s her Master Wayne?”

“Definitely Pennyworth. She’s My Beloved.”

~*~

I hope you liked it ♡

[jason-todd-1]

Stand up part 4

warning: this part contains a bit of NSFW so enjoy

As Damian Stood in front of you. You smirked "I know a way you can pay me back," you said as you grabbed your cup of Coffee out of the tray along with the hot chocolate. You held out the hot chocolate in front of Damian. He looked at you confused “what’s this for?” He asked “ it’s chilly out here and I want you to stay warm,” you said with a smile.

Damian smiled at you back and took the cup of hot chocolate and sat next to you on the bench “so what can I do to pay you back?” He asked before taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

You hummed “you’ll find out later,” you asked, taking a big sip from your coffee. Damian rested his head on your shoulder “can you tell me now?” he asked. You looked down at him “Nah you can find out later” you said as you turned your gaze from him to the open scenery.

“Let's start walking back to the manor so the cake won’t melt, ” you said as Damian lifted his head off your shoulder. You stood up holding your cup of coffee and picked up the bag Damian nodded his head and got up alongside you holding his cup with both hands.

As you walked you looked over at Damian and thought he looked so cute holding his cup with both of his hands it reminded you of a child. You smiled at the thought, Damian looked over to you “ what's with the smile beloved?” he asked, looking up at your smiling face, you decided to be honest with him and said, “you look cute holding your cup like that it reminds me of a child holding a cup that is twice the size of their hands”.

Damian's face turned a light shade of red “I'm, not a child beloved” he said with a huff, you let out a giggle at his reaction “ I know it reminded me of it I don't mean anything about it hun”. You said turning your gaze back to the path Damian let out a huff and continued to take sips of his hot chocolate as he walked by your side.

Once you got back to the manor Damian yelled out “GRAYSON WHERE ARE YOU!” Jason who was still on the couch “what the fuck demon brat” said as he looked back “not now Todd where is Grayson?” Before Jason could answer Dick walked out of the kitchen and into the living room “Damian what’s with the yelling?”.

You opened the bag as Damian handed you his empty cup as he grabbed out the box of Doughnuts and walked over to Dick “as an apology we got you, your favourite doughnuts”. Damian said with a smile as he held them out for Dick to grab. Dick grabbed the box from Damian with a big smile “Dami, Y/N you shouldn’t have these are expensive but thank you” Dick said as he held the box with one hand and pulled Damian into a hug with his free hand.

You and Damian gave him a big smile back, Damian chimed in “You need to thank Y/N not me he's the one who paid for it” he said as he puffed out his cheeks. You chuckled at his child-like reaction as did Dick “thank you Y/N you didn't have to” Dick said as he finally let Damian out of the hug before you could answer Jason piped up and spoke, “ Why didn't you pay for it Damian it's not like we don't have the money ?” Damian let out a sigh of defeat “ I was going to pay for it but Y/N beat me to it but we made a deal”.

Jason let out a laugh “ so Y/N what does the brat have to do for the deal?” he asked, you just gave him a smirk and shrugged your shoulders Jason's eyes widened at the smirk on your face “ Ooh just be safe then”. Damian had a confused look on his face from Jason's comment “ What do you mean todd?” he asked before Jason could answer Tim chimed in “ Don’t worry about it Demon brat you find out about it soon enough” Tim said with a snicker but Damian still had a confused look plastered along his face.

Dick let out a sigh “ ok both of you meet me in my room in five minutes” you let out a sigh while Damian still looked confused “ok let me go put the cake in the fridge before you start that talk” you said as you started to walk past him in the kitchen and straight to the frigid and pulled out the cake and put it next to the bowl of pasta you closed the fridge door you pulled out the giant cookie and the cannoli and throw the bag and empty cups into the bin.

walking back into the living room and handing Damian his giant cookie his eyes widened at the sight of it “ oh I forgot about the cookie thank you Y/N” Damian said before taking a bite of the cookie. “You're trying to prolong the talk aren't you Y/N,” Tim said as he leant back on the couch, you just nodded your head before taking a bite of the cannoli as Dick just sighed and started to walk up the stairs as he said, “ ok after that when the both of you are finished meet me in my room” Jason was still laughing “oh I remember when he gave me that talk,” Jason said with Tim just nodded in agreement.

Once you and Damian were done you headed up to Dicks room before you entered. You knocked on the door waiting for him to answer and when you heard him say “come in”' you opened the door for Damian and walked in after him. you saw dick sitting at the head of his bed facing the door with a box in his hand “ ok you two sit down for me and I will get this started” you and Damian sat done on the bed across from Dick.

before Dick could start you asked, “ isn’t Bruce supposed to give this type of talk to Damian?” “He didn't even give it to Jason he avoids the subject like crazy when it comes to his “kids” he just says to use protection, “ Dick said as he raised his hand doing quotation marks in the air for kids you just hummed in response and you turned to Damian to see he was still confused Dick noticed too and cleared his throat you turned your attention back to him.

“Ok,” Dick said before taking a deep breath “Damian, Y/N you know how sex works right or should I say gay sex?” Dick asked, not knowing how to phrase it. Damian’s Face started to turn a light shade of pink and nodded his head but you were unfazed by the question and just said “yes” “ok good now i'm assuming that the two of you don't have the necessary stuff “ he said with a huff and pushed the box close to you “open it, it has everything you need in it”.

You opened the box and looked inside you were shocked to see that there was a douche, two bottles of lube silicone-based and the other water-based and seven boxes of condoms four were latex and the other three were plastic but all in different sizes so two small, two medium, two large and one extra-large “ I didn't know what size to get or want to know so I got all the sizes except for the XS ”. When Damian looked into the box and his face turned from a light pink to a deep red.

You didn't know what to say and Damian was too flustered to say anything after a moment or too you finally said as you smiled awkwardly “um thanks Dick” Dick gave you a smile back “ no problem and so you know all the bedrooms in the manor are soundproof” you gave an awkward laugh not knowing what to do…..

To be continued because i'm evil

[andieperrie18]

Your Endgame

So this is requested by@raginghellfire. I haven’t written in a while due Uni and busy classes but I hope I did a good job on this. UwU Dami might be a bit OOC but I really think he is a passionate lover when he falls in love.

Bruce Wayne was one tough cookie. Unlike Tony, he held shackled himself with the responsibility of protecting Gotham city from its baddies that he barely let himself enjoy his life. He too cares for children very much but he wasn't as hands-on being there for them. He wasn't always there in those best events in their life to congratulate them that greatly hurt them. It would seem that he just adopted these children as soldiers for his endless war with crime, that they were nothing but expendable assets. But he does love them and had just recently been trying to reconnect with all of them.

Tony Stark had always let his child have free reign over their life but he never leaves the passenger seat. He will always be by their side no matter what choice they make. He was never strict as he was a free soul but he grows and understands responsibility everyday after returning from Afghanistan after being held captive. He wasn't a perfect father but he did try for Y/n, good thing for him is that she understands responsibility earlier made it easy for him to be there for him.

Bruce Wayne was notorious for being a play boy, same goes to Tony Stark. Both men has had another of flings that the paparazzi didn't miss to see. It took quite a while before two of them finally found out the true meaning of true love. The one decided to settle down while the other chose his job over attaining a lifelong happiness and peace.

Some of the Wayne kids also had their own flings through out their lives. Some had more the two and some, just one. Just one cause when the second came, they were their endgame.

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The bright city lights of Paris slightly seeped in the glass panes of the balcony doors of the room. Across it was a king sized bed with undone sheets and two people underneath the high quality comforter. Damian and Y/n sat with backs against the head board, the latter former resting his against the latter's figure. His head slightly buried on her neck as her fingers combed through his bed hair her other hand around his bare chest.

"I'm pretty sure that photo reached them already," her voice echoed around the slightly dim room.

Damian hummed, "It did, which earned me quite a number of miss calls from my family,"

Y/n giggled that he found contagious making him do the same.

"I'm going back to Gotham in two days but I don't think I'm ready to leave your side yet," he snuggled his face on her neck, placing butterflies kisses on them. Her eyes close, a flutter vibrates within her chest as she pulled his head closer. Placing her lips on his head. Damian pulled her seated figure closer to his own, his face snuggling closer to her skin.

"Can I just postpone the flight for another month?" he mumbled, sending tickles on her skin making her giggle.

"Dami, you said that 2 months ago and you already bought a ticket home,"

Damian never whines but after almost two years of being in a relationship, there are certain childishness he had suddenly unlock being with her. Y/n laughed at his childish wiles as it send tingles in his stomach, he loves it when she laughs because of him.

"Besides, I already scheduled mine and my seat is next to yours, you can't expect me to have an empty seat beside me?"

Damian's head shot up from her neck, his eyes staring at her. Y/n bit her lip containing a fit of giggles after seeing his eyes sparkle like a child getting a new toy. He slumped his faced between breast.

"I really love you."

"And I really love you too, Dami,"

---

And probably the biggest public figures is youngest Wayne child and the eldest Stark Child. The most controversial couple that reached ears all over the world. No one knew of their relationship as until the paparazzi caught a picture of them kissing at Champ de Mars near the Eiffel tower. The news made use of the quote, "Pictures speaks a thousand words" rather well. Some are heartbroken by the news but the biggest people taken surprise by the news were the Wayne's.

Clicks and flashes surrounded the long trail of red carpet that lead to entrance of the Wayne manor that held another gala. This time it was a celebratory occasion for the youngest Wayne's return from a long vacation that he took a almost 2 years ago. A break he took after a rather peaceful yet melancholic break up with titan's member. Damian suddenly decided to toss the towel and told his Father that he doesn't want to be like Bruce, alone and brooding. He needs to breath for a while to which his father did not hesitate to agree. Bruce loves his children, he may not show it but he does.

A Grey matte Porsche 911 parked its way at the end of the carpet making some of the photographers to  it, awaiting the celebrities that will emerge.

"Do you think they'll like me? I mean Dad isn't really in good terms with Bruce Wayne you know," Y/n  eyed the silhouette of the Wayne manor and the crowding paps at the cat walk. This wasn't the first time she came to a Wayne gala, its just that this time she was going to be introduced as Damian Wayne's girlfriend.

The emerald eyed Wayne gently took her chin to meet his eyes. A gentle smiles grew from his lips.

"They will, beloved. I know they will because I love you," his voice said laced a such a tender tone that no one ever thought he could have.

A love sick grin emerged from her once doubting expression before she pressed leaned for a quick peck to which he returned in an instant. They pulled away with both of them sharing the same cheek tinted grins.

Damian emerged from the driver's seat followed by the loud camera clicks and calling reporters. He simply gave his signature Wayne smile before turning to the other side of the car to where Y/n emerges with the same celebrity like smile that she inherited from her father. From the moment they set foot on the carpet, the paparazzi just got louder and rather pushy that made the guards push them out a little harder.

"Mr. Wayne how'd you meet Ms. Stark?!"

"Miss Stark, how long have you two been together?!"

"Miss Stark look here!!"

"Mister Wayne! Look here!!"

To say that the paparazzi were going crazy would be an understatement, as they were going mad-crazy as the couple walking the catwalk is the biggest confirmation to the news that a union between the Wayne and the Stark has occurred. If they could only get to the couple to ask some, more like a bunch of questions would be the cherry on top of the new news for next day.

Upon entry within the Manor, their arrival turn heads and silenced chatters.

Y/n M/n Stark, the matriarch of the Stark Industries inheriting the nickname, 'Merchant of Death' in Manhattan. She was a much smarter tinker as she assured no such case like her father's long captivity ever happened again and all Stark weapons are heavily protected and can only be handled by the military hands.

Damian Wayne was no CEO but is a COO of the Wayne Enterprises. Helping his brother Tim in managing the affairs in the company. It's bad enough that the male is overdosing himself with caffeine while handling their nightly hero affairs, he was still his brother no matter how much they quarrel. Damian was willing to shoulder long painstaking meetings for him just to let him have a day off.

To see the two of them together would expresses a union.

Their matching outfit theme elevated the curiosity of all the attendants of the gala. Damian's slick three piece burgundy check suit made Damian look sophisticated but neat. Every young lady around the room were welcome to gawk at his figure as he glides with his partner. Y/n's own green gown greatly complimented his with its shade of green, its shape hugging her figure naturally that she loved. Every young man had their eyes on an emerald.

It didn't take long before the couple reached the group of people they are meant to meet. They didn't miss their wide eyes and dropped jaws. Y/n may be a stranger but they could agree that she is a beautiful stranger.It was only when Damian spoke that they have gained awareness of their surroundings.

"Good evening father, everyone. It's nice to see you all again," Damian began with Y/n holding on to his shoulder.

"I gotta say demon spawn you grew quite a lot for just two years," Jason earned a slightly hard nudge from Dick. Damian may have grown but he still has a tick with Jason's nicknames for him.

"Don't mind him Damian, why don't you introduce your company," the eldest said as he slightly push the white streaked hair male behind him that earned a look from his father.

Damian didn't say anything on the nickname thing and proceeded to introduce her which earned quite an awkward atmosphere on his family's side while the couple remained at ease in their presence.

"Stark its nice to finally see you again," Tim entered as he brought his hand out to which the woman took generously.

"Good to see you too Drake, and good evening to you too Mister Wayne,"

Bruce went forward to shake her hand, "How is your father by the way?" he asked.

"He is doing well, he's living by the countryside with my sister and mom," she replied with a smile.

"So he's settling down?" Bruce asked, quite surprised.

"Yes, he said life is short and he intends to spend it living it with us," She continued to which earned a bit of awkwardness with Damian's siblings. It was a rather sensitive topic but they didn't speak of it any further.

---

Damian had to separate himself from Y/n to help Tim a bit on the company. Seated by the bar, with his two brothers and his father, it was quite a company.

"How long have you two been going out?" Dick opened as you turned to him.

"We've been together for almost 1 year and half years, but we didn't started dating until six months later after we met,"

"We're you aware he just got out of a break up?" Jason raised.

Y/n took a sip of her drink, "I did, that's why I didn't let him to be with me until I totally confirmed that I was not a rebound,"

"And how do you know you aren't just a rebound for Rachel Roth?" Dick asked this time.

Bruce didn't say anything as he wasn't very much in touch with his son's relationship, but he did know that he loved her, Damian wouldn't risk his life for anyone if he did. As much as he wanted to stop Dick from pulling a rather sensitive topic on a person he just met especially when that person is someone close to his brother, he wants to know if the girl was just a fling. Y/n was known to have a number of flings before Damian came in to the picture.

"Damian is not mine to claim, whether I am a rebound or not, I still love him, you can try to make me say what we are having is just a fling but I know one thing," her tone was authoritative but calm.

They were doubting Damian's judgement with her relationship with her. Its not like she wasn't aware that he dated a co-worker of his. He was his first love and Y/n knew she might not be his last but she sure prays to whatever ethereal being that they last.

"I love him. Whether you believe me or not, I will always do even if he chooses her over me,"

Damian was her everything.

---

By midnight, Damian said his good byes with his family. He didn’t miss the slight look of sadness in her eyes so he took her away from his brothers' company. Damian was sure that they said something but she chose to protect them by not telling him anything.

When they got to the parking lot as they got to their car, Damian stopped and had Y/n face him. Before she could ask, he had already latched his lips on her. Giving her an ever so passionate kiss they always share. One that he always felt like he was having his first kiss the first time.

Y/n circled her arms around his neck before they broke off, forehead resting against each other.

"I may not know what went on between you and my family by the bar, but I want you to know that I love you. You may not be my first but I am deathly sure that you are my last…" he whispered to her.

[staywhelmedbatfam]

Reunited

~Damian Wayne/Reader~

Summary: You had thought things were going well between you two. That is until he up and left the city without a single word. When he suddenly appeared one night, you made it your mission to get answers.

Hello all! It's been a while since I've posted any fics. The spring semester was kicking my butt and my work is really lacking in employees (as I'm sure a lot of other places are) so I didn't really have time nor the energy to get a lot written. On top of that, I've got plenty of one shots started but no idea how to end them😅

I wasn’t really sure how I wanted to end this one, but I think it’s satisfactory. Enjoy!

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“Damian?” you asked in a tone of disbelief as you stared at what you thought was his back. He stopped in his tracks but didn’t turn around. A blade quickly found its way to your throat, dangerously close to breaking the skin.

“You will only address him as The Demon’s Head,” the blade wielder growled.

You kept your focus on the person unknown to you, watching from your peripherals, as Damian turned around. Many emotions overcame you now that his identity was confirmed. He raised his hand and made a gesture while walking forward. The blade lowered, the wielder taking a step back from you. With your life no longer in immediate danger, you shifted your gaze to Damian.

His eyes bored into yours as he got closer and finally came to a stop a foot in front of you. He briefly looked away while he spoke to his subordinate, “Leave us.” As they were leaving, Damian’s senses remained alert until he was sure they had exited the room. Now that the two of you were alone, his facial expression softened as his hands came up to hold your face.

“Dam–” you started, only to be cut off by lips meeting yours. Melting into the kiss, you squeezed your eyes shut and your hands found their way to his chest. Tears began to run down your cheeks.

He pulled away all too soon for your liking. Wiping the tears from your face with his thumbs, he continued to hold your face and you stared up at him. “(Y/N)… I apologize for leaving so suddenly. I should have told you. I’m so sorry, Beloved.”

“It’s been months, Damian. I thought something terrible had happened to you, but I never heard from your family. When I finally asked them, they told me you’d left. They never mentioned anything to me because they thought you had said something to me already,” you expressed, eyes shining with new, unshed tears. “And they didn’t get into specifics either. Then I see you and, suddenly, I have a knife to my throat. What in the world is going on?”

“I never imagined this would be how I tell you about any of this. Me leaving without a word was supposed to be the best way to protect you, but I ended up hurting us both instead.” He shut his eyes in anguish for a moment and let out a sigh before continuing. “My mother and grandfather were part of a group called The League of Assassins. I was raised in the League, training to become the perfect soldier and succeed my grandfather as leader. As you know, I went to live with my father at ten years old. The only reason I did was because of an attack on the League’s compound. Mother thought that was for the best at the time. Father never even knew I existed until we showed up in Gotham. While I lived with him, he showed me a better way than what the League had instilled in me. I ended up patrolling the city as Robin alongside him.

“When Mother came to take me back, I decided I would remain in Gotham. The first couple of years in Gotham were rocky, to say the least, but I eventually came to like it. Then you came along. I was instantly drawn to you, no matter how much I told myself I wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship – romantic or platonic. You lit up every room you walked into with that bright, gorgeous smile. I was in deep before I even realized it. You were the light I needed to counter all the darkness in my life. Then, a couple of months before I left, my mother insinuated that she would harm you if I didn’t return to the League. I tried to delay it as long as possible, but then I realized I was only hurting you more.”

Learning all of this new information at once and overcome with emotion, you stammered, “I–I would have come with you–”

“That’s precisely why I didn’t want to tell you. The League… it’s not a place for someone as generous and kind as you, Beloved. Had you come with me, there is no doubt in my mind that my mother would have done something to you anyway because you didn’t meet her standards. Regardless, I didn’t want you to waste the rest of your life being involved with a group of assassins when I know you are meant for so much more.” He leaned down, touching his forehead to yours, and closed his eyes. You shut your eyes too, relishing in the closeness.

Opening your eyes, you sighed before speaking, “So what happens now? I don’t want to lose you again.”

“I have to leave for now, but I promise you – this won’t be the last time you see me.” Damian lowered his voice as he continued, “It’s going to take some time, but I’m working on disbanding the League.”

“Just… be careful. Come back to me in one piece.”

“Your wish is my command.” He brought you in for another kiss, this one lasting a bit longer than the first. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Dami.”

***

After Damian told you about everything he had been keeping secret, you talked to his family. Since then, you’ve gone to the manor on occasion for dinner or even to help with their nighttime activities when they asked. At least the help you provided them never required you to leave the safety of the Batcave.

Even though you knew the details of Damian’s whereabouts now, you were still anxious. He had promised you that you would see each other again. That didn’t stop you from worrying or missing him. You felt empty without him beside you but pushed through each day with the thought that no news was good news.

As time passed, so did special occasions like birthdays, Valentine’s Day, and your anniversary. On the day of each occasion, you received a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Sometimes there was no occasion. You would cry every time, but the flowers weren’t the cause of your tears. No, it was the hand-written note that always came with the flowers. Just seeing Damian’s handwriting was enough to bring tears to your eyes. His words made you cry even harder.

After the first couple of notes, you bought a keepsake box and a journal. The notes got put in the box and you wrote a new entry in the journal after each one. Sometimes you would write an entry even when there was no letter – when you felt like you missed him more than usual.

Your coworkers tried to set you up with someone at one point until you told them you were in a long-distance relationship. They seemed to understand but were confused since you never talked about him. The longer this went on, the more skeptical they became. Questions were asked and you tried to answer them as best as you could without telling them anything they shouldn’t know.

“Seriously, it’s complicated. The circumstances we’re under don’t really allow me to share anything. I appreciate your concern though,” you told them right before leaving work for the day. They all watched you leave and gave each other worried glances.

When you returned to your apartment and unlocked the door, you set your purse and keys down on the entryway table then kicked off your shoes. Letting out a heavy sigh, you entered your bedroom and changed out of your work clothes into something more comfortable. That ended up being shorts and one of Damian’s sweatshirts that you took from his room a few months ago when you were at the manor. You tried not to wear it too often so his scent would last longer. Today, you just felt like you needed to be wrapped up in it.

Exiting your room, you headed for the couch to sit down and watch one of your weekly shows. You almost made it to the couch when a voice made your anxiety skyrocket and your heartbeat speed up.

“You always did look better in my clothes than I did.”

Whipping your head in the direction of your balcony, your eyes began to water. Damian stood inside your apartment, dressed as Robin. “I’m not dreaming, am I? It’s really you?”

“It’s really me, Beloved,” he replied with a serene expression on his face.

Running to him, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest as the tears spilled down your cheeks. He hugged you tight and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” he whispered against your hair.

You shook your head against his chest. “You’re here. That’s all I care about.”

***

I was thinking about doing something extra with the notes and the journal. Is this something you guys would like to see? Let me know! I appreciate any comments!

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Until Midnight

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Gender Neutral!Reader

Requested: Yes (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, this was for my 1.5K follower celebration) (Also I noticed on the last several stories that I posted that I accidentally left this part as No.  I am so sorry :’( I didn’t mean to do that it’s just sometimes I forget to change things)

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings:  Fluff, swearing

Description:  You and a man named Dami have been in a secret romance for a while now.  One day he invites you to a masquerade ball that the Wayne’s are hosting and you learn that the man you’ve been talking to is really Damian Wayne.

Your mask was secured on your face, your outfit absolutely perfect.  Everything was ready for the masquerade ball tonight.  Your friends would be here any moment to pick you up.  You glanced at your phone and saw that you had a text message waiting for you.

Dami:  I can’t wait to see you tonight, beloved.  Officially, that is.

You had been secretly talking to someone named Dami for over four months at this point.  You had met on an app to make new friends.  He had told you that his family said he needed to make more friends and he was trying the app to see what he could find.  One thing led to another and two months after you had met the two of you had started seeing one another, and neither one of you had seen a picture of the other.  You didn’t mind, you were just happy to have found someone as loving and caring as Dami was.

You had found out a month ago that both of you were going to the masquerade ball that the Gotham City Public Library was hosting to try and raise funds.  They were offering a magical evening like one from a book and Dami had said he was going to be there.  You had agreed to wear a pin of a robin that he had sent you so that he could find you amongst the masses.

Your friends arrived and off you went, each of you talking excitedly about what the night would entail.  Your friends were hoping to meet some mysterious stranger that would sweep them off their feet and offer them the thrill of a lifetime.  You kept quiet thinking about finally meeting Dami.  Your friends asked you how you wished the evening would go, none of them knew about your secret relationship with someone from the internet.  That was something you had wanted to keep to yourself.

“I just want to have a little fun,” was all you said.

People were already gathered inside talking and laughing, the clinking of glasses, and the sound of the band mingled with one another.  You looked around in wonder at the ballroom that had been chosen for this event.  The chandeliers were winking at you in the low light.  Everyone was dressed in their best and your friends broke away to find some refreshments while you stood in the doorway wondering if Dami was here yet.

On the other side of the room, Damian stood with his brothers, sisters, and father.  It was his father’s idea to hold this fundraiser event and while Damian normally hated these things he couldn’t wait to meet you.  He had imagined this moment for months and now that it was finally here he wasn’t going to lie, he was a little nervous.  

Though you wouldn’t have known that by looking at him.

Damian’s face, even covered with a mask, was as unreadable as ever.  Jason elbowed Dick and asked, “Does the demon spawn seem off to you tonight?”

Dick took a closer look at his younger brother and said, “I don’t see anything off about him.”

Jason, however, still wasn’t sold on anything.  He was about to ask Damian what was going on with him when Damian said, “I’m going to take a lap.”  Then he broke away from the group leaving them all watching him for a moment before shrugging it off and going back to their own conversations.

You had been here for fifteen minutes and asked to dance three times by random people, none of them Dami.  He was supposed to be wearing a matching pin just like yours so that you would know it was him.  You were beginning to think that maybe he had stood you up.  Maybe he was never coming in the first place and just got a kick out of making you look like an idiot.  You were almost ready to throw in the towel when you heard a voice said, “Found you.”

You turned and there stood Damian Wayne, and on his lapel was the matching robin pin that he had sent to you.  For a moment your brain did the Windows shutdown noise and your mouth hung open.  “You… you’re…. Oh my God,” you couldn’t form a coherent thought let alone a complete sentence.

He smiled at you, “Would you care to dance with me, beloved?”  He offered you a hand and for a moment you didn’t want to believe that this was actually happening.

How had the man you had met on that app be Damian Wayne?  How had you not known that this entire time you were talking to Bruce Wayne’s son?  

Taking his hand he led you out onto the dance floor and pulled you in close and in that moment the entire world felt right.  Everything outside of this ballroom didn’t exist and he wasn’t the son of Bruce Wayne and you weren’t just someone he had met on an app.  For a moment it truly was like you were in a book or fairytale, and you were the only two people in the entire world.

The song came to an end, but Damian still held you in his arms.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”  The one thought that had been on your mind since the initial shock wore off slipped past your lips.  “Did you not trust me even after you got to know me better?”

Damian had known that this might be one of your questions, “Can we go somewhere else?  Somewhere without my family’s prying eyes and the patrons staring at us like we’re cannon fodder for gossip?”

You glanced around the room and noticed that there were people staring at you and Damian.  “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

His fingers intertwined with yours and the two of you dashed from the room.  He hailed a cab and took you to a private club in the upscale side of town.  There he found a private couch away from the others and the two of you sat.  His eyes searched your face as if he were trying to memorize it.  “You asked why I didn’t tell you after we got to know one another,” he began.  “It wasn’t because I didn’t trust you or didn’t want to tell you.  I just liked how things were.  I wasn’t Damian Wayne when I was with you, I was just Dami.  And I knew eventually I’d have to come clean and when this opportunity presented itself I figured what better way to tell you than at the masquerade ball.”

You could understand that he probably felt normal when talking with you.  People probably used him all the time and when he was with you he didn’t have that same pressure placed upon him.  “I understand,” and you saw him relax.  “I’m glad I know now, I gotta say I was beginning to grow curious as to what you looked like.”

“Am I better or worse than what you had pictured?”

You acted like you were considering the question before saying, “Better, definitely better.”

He grinned and tugged you closer, “You don’t know how glad I am that I can finally touch you and hold you.  I’ve been imagining this moment for months,” he confessed.

“Yeah?”  You gave him a shy smile but leaned into him more, your faces growing closer.

“Yeah,” his voice soft and you could almost feel his lips on your when—

“DAMIAN WAYNE, YOU’VE GOT SOME MAJOR EXPLAINING TO DO!”  A new voice shouted and you and Damian jumped apart as if caught doing something inappropriate.

When Damian looked up he growled, “What the hell?!  Did you all follow us here?”

You noticed three boys and two girls coming your way and you realized that this was Damian’s family and you felt your nerves spike.  The girls greeted you with bright smiles while the boys started arguing with one another.  “They’re always like this,” Cass leaned over and told you.

“You’ll get used to it,” Stephanie said.

You watched the four of them bicker, a fond smile on your face.

[butwhyduh]

Holiday Party

Damian Wayne x reader

He’s about 16 yrs old here.

Warning: Christmas? Kissing

Christmas series 4

You were early. Damian looked out his door to see no one around and he rushed downstairs to meet you at the door. You were being dropped off by your older brother who gave Damian a look from the front seat of his car that all but said he’d mess Damian up if he hurt you. Funny to think about your brother trying to beat him up but he would never consider it. Damian opened your car door for you.

“Beloved, you’re early,” he said with a grin. Your brother gave a rough hey and Damian’s face dropped and he gave a curt nod. “I’ll have Alfred drop her off so you won’t have to pick her up,” Damian told him. Your brother nodded again before leaving.

Damian barely held your finger with his own as he walked you up to his room. He didn’t want his brothers to see him being affectionate. He pulled you into his room and engulfed you in a huge hug. He wasn’t short little Dami anymore but had been hit by puberty like a bus and was almost 6 foot tall. He smelled like cologne and his sweater was so freaking soft. You felt the fabric on his chest with your hand and he stiffened and coughed a little. Oh yeah, he could feel that. You flushed.

“So you want to watch a movie?” Damian said pulling away.

“Yeah. Sounds great,” you said sitting on his bed pulling your shoes off. You slid up the bed to lay on his pillow as he grabbed his laptop.

“Drake doesn’t know but I’ve set it up that every film he downloads, I get a copy too so I’ve got a bunch. Though his taste is pretty sappy for some of these,” Damian said wrinkling his nose.

“Probably to watch with his girlfriend. Or maybe he’s a sap,” you laughed. Damian climbed on the bed and laid the laptop on the other side of you. His arms temporarily caged you against him and you couldn’t help but think of him on top of you. Damian laid back as the film started playing. He put two pillows behind his head to watch from behind you. You laid on your side and he wrapped an arm around your waist loosely.

The film was probably great. All you could think of was how close your boyfriend in the softest boyfriend sweater was right beside you. You slid farther back until your back hit his chest. He inhaled audibly but didn’t move. Damian cursed himself. You had definitely heard that.

You ran your hand along the arm of his sweater as the movie went on. He smelled a little like soft cologne and spiced tea. Everything was fine until there was a sex scene. Nothing graphic but enough to where you were both very aware of your situation. Damian slid his body a little back from you making a little space between you and him.

You turned to look at him and he couldn’t help but brush his lips against yours. You slowly turned in his arms until you were making out while laying on your side. Damian held your face softly with one hand. Your fingers slid into his hair. His tongue slipped into your mouth gently just exploring you.

The door to his room opened.

“Master Damian, your father needs you in his study at your earliest convenience. Also... do take care with your visitors. You are only 16,” Alfred said, looking pointedly at the ceiling before leaving. Damian flushed on his tan skin. you covered your mouth and giggled, embarrassed.

“At least it wasn’t your dad,” you said. He nodded as he stood up.

“I won’t be long. Just watch the movie and I’ll be back as quick as I can,” Damian said and you noted that his lips were pink and maybe even a little swollen from kissing.

“Yeah, no problem.”

It took all of 1.7 minutes for Bruce to notice his son’s lips. His eyes narrowed a little and he looked critically at Damian who was staring at the computer screen.

“Damian, you are of the age where sexual education is important. You are practicing safe sex, yes?” Bruce asked in an even tone as if almost casually but really he wanted to seem calm. Damian twisted so fast to look at his father.

“I am not,” he said quickly.

“You aren’t??” Bruce asked shocked. “That’s very dangerous-“

“I’m not having sex. At all,” Damian said completely red. Bruce calmed.

“None? Because condoms-“

“Father, I’ve been taught. And if I do have sex I will be safe but I’m not now,” Damian said. He refused to look anywhere but the screen. “How did Alfred tell you so fast?” He complained.

“Tell me? Is there something to tell me? You know what? Don’t answer that. I trust you. There is a bowl of condoms under the sink in the bathroom off my study. All of the boys use it and it stays full. No questions asked. And the family doctor is very discreet for any questions you might have,” Bruce said delicately.

“Okay. I got it. Thanks. But please stop. Tell me about the case,” Damian practically begged.

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It was not a few minutes but a full 2 hours later that Damian came back to his room. You were asleep. A movie played in the background and you hug his pillow. Damian smiled a little before waking you. It was almost time for his brothers to arrive. You sat up quickly. You’d never fallen asleep at his place.

“Sorry I was so long. Family stuff,” he said vaguely. He did that all the time. “It’s almost time for the party.”

“Oh I need to get ready,” you sat up. You’d planned to get started a little earlier. You didn’t dress fancy around Damian; he didn’t care. But his family’s Christmas was fairly formal.

“Is this okay?” You asked 20 minutes later. Damian nodded with a little smile.

“You look beautiful in anything, beloved. But this is exceptional,” he said and you flushed. His way with words. “It’s time to go down stairs.”

Damian took your hand and you walked downstairs. His eyes lingered on you longer than necessary. Somehow Tim and his girlfriend and Duke had beat you both downstairs. Damian pulled out a chess board and Tim and Bruce once again dragged work into every room they entered.

“I won’t go easy on you,” Damian warned. He was far better at strategy but your moments on the board were incredibly erratic to the point that he couldn’t predict your next move.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else. If you did, I’d expect a body snatcher,” you said and he hazarded a small smile. Damian didn’t want to appear too pleased. Bruce was watching him while maintaining conversation. You understood his weird stoic family dynamic enough to ignore it.

Damian won 3 out of 4 games. You could admit that your win was more luck than skill but you took it. Dick and his girlfriend arrived and the party moved to the dining room.

After a few minutes, a man you had never seen showed up humming to introduce himself and his date. The butler seemed very happy and for a minute you wondered if it was his son. No, this was the mysterious brother who was always fighting with the family.

“Dami, who is that?” You asked whispering.

“Jason Todd, one of my father’s wards. And I suppose his girlfriend,” Damian said. You nodded and watched as they sat down. Later in the evening, the eldest, that Damian had even called his brother, proposed to his girlfriend.

You were given a small glass of champagne and you looked at it quietly. Did they forget you and Damian were 16? Not exactly legal. But you didn’t say anything and you both drank the tiny amount of alcohol with everyone else. Damian squeezed your hand and gave you a tiny smile.

The party moved to the parlor with a billiards table and a dart board on the wall. The adults were served more alcohol and pudding was served informally. A tasty sticky cake that you dare not asked the ingredients was quickly eaten. You and Damian sat on a loveseat in the corner where you could watch the others play billiards and other games. Tim and Jason played a heated game of 9 ball. Jason was a natural. Tim was all strategy.

You leaned against Damian’s shoulder as the storm raged outside. You were full and the room was warm.

“It’s far too dangerous to drive out tonight. It’s turned into a blizzard so you all will stay here. There are plenty of rooms and beds for everyone and anything you could need,” Bruce announced to the group. Jason sighed and Damian opened his mouth. “I’ll call her parents to let them know. Don’t worry Damian.”

Damian relaxed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You began to doze as the pool games played. He ran his fingers along your outer arm and watched from the corner of his eyes as you fell asleep. He enjoyed your body warmth and soft sweet scent subtly.

An hour later you woke as you were slowly being moved. Strong arms cradled you and you could smell Damian’s pleasant unique scent strongly. You gripped his arm as he carried you out of the room. He hushed softly to let you go back to sleep.

“You got him shot?!” One of the women in the room yelped and you jolted awake.

“It’s okay. Go back to sleep, beloved. Don’t mind my stupid brothers,” Damian said quietly. He gently laid you on his bed and pulled you in the covers. His soft sheets quickly lulled you to sleep.

While you slept, he grabbed blankets and settled on the floor. Half an hour later, right as Damian was falling asleep, Bruce opened the door quietly. He saw the boy on the floor, nodded, and shut the door.

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Serious | Damian Wayne

✦ pairing — older!Damian Wayne x gender neutral!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 1k

✦ summary — Damian wants to show you he’s serious about your relationship.

✦ request — Can I request a prompt with the S41 (with Damian), please?

✶ S41 - “Bite your lip one more time, I dare you.”

✦ warnings — light nervousness/anxiety, fluff.

✦ author's note — I thought the concept of someone finding Dick intimidating just from hearing Damian talk about him was hilarious so I went with that. Idk what I’m doing, I’m high on meds and I had fun writing this!!!

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“Stop biting your lip,” Damian chastised.

“I can’t help it.” You took another quick look around the coffee shop. “I’m anxious.”

“I know, and everybody around us can see.”

“I don’t like this place,” you mumbled. “Something feels off.”

“You liked it well enough last time.”

Damian failed to remember —or mention— that last time’s circumstances had been waaaaaaay different. Besides, this place wasn’t your spot, it had never been and would never be.

You preferred the small tea salon Damian and you frequented over the coffee shop you were anxiously sat at. Their coffee was good, you could admit that, but you weren’t in your environment.

“You’re nervous,” he asserted.

“No.”

Damian sighed. “It’s just my brother, you have nothing to worry about.”

“I want your brother to like me,” you repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.

“I still don’t understand why,” he stated bluntly, “I like you, that should be enough.”

You gave him an unamused look. He was serious, though, you could see it in his face. So you explained, “He’s important to you. And he sounds a little intimidating.”

“Richard? Intimidating?” Damian snorted.

“Yes. You speak so highly about him and—“

He interrupted you, “I could tell you embarrassing stories about him if that’s what you prefer.”

If only that was your point...

“Embarrassing stories about who?” An unknown voice chimed in.

“You,” Damian said with no inhibitions.

You wanted to jump off your seat and greet his brother yet you found yourself frozen in place.

The older man smiled at you. “I’ve heard so much about you!”

Trying to mask your surprise, you blinked rapidly and smiled timidly. “Me too,” you whispered.

Dick invited himself to take a seat, eyes on you. “Dami didn’t say anything about you being shy.” He then added, “Nothing wrong with that, of course.”

Was he trying to impress you?

“Oh! You ordered my favorite,” Dick noted, this time smiling at his brother.

Damian ignored him, but you saw him divert his gaze in a familiar bashful gesture.

Dick let out a hearty laugh and took a sip of his coffee. You took a sip too, not really sure why.

Damian remained silent, eyes going from Dick to you. Needless to say, the moment went from awkward to worryingly silent.

Dick once again took initiative and instead of going for small talk, he went straight to tell you about how long he had waited to meet you.

That was on you, surprisingly. Damian had been asking you to meet his brother for weeks now, and you had been too scared to be hated by Dick.

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You softly dropped your keys onto the table, moving to the side so Damian could make his way toward the reading chair next to the window.

He threw his coat onto the chair and glanced outside for a brief moment before his gaze fell back on you.

“I told you everything would go well,” he gloated.

You had been around his smug version infinite times, but this was different. He had been right in multiple instances before yet a part of him looked relieved.

You bit down your bottom lip, nodding.

Damian groaned. “Bite your lip one more time, I dare you.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do if I do it again?”

“Don’t test me.”

“You’re not scary, Damian.”

“No?” He lifted both eyebrows. “I remember you saying I used to intimidate you.”

“Used to.” You smiled sweetly. “But now I know you’re a real softie.”

He rolled his eyes at the same time as he grasped your hands and tugged on them. Your front ended up flush against his which seemed to have been his intention.

Damian smirked. “Aren’t you going to tell me I was right?”

“Nope,” you teased him. It felt good to be able to tease him and joke around with him after a week full of nervousness and anxiety.

Damian would never understand how much you wanted his loved ones to like you.

He dropped one of your hands in order to grasp your face, smushing your cheeks as he applied a little bit of pressure. “Don’t be a brat. Come on, tell me I was right.”

You shook your head, attempting to defy him with your eyes.

“Are you sure? I’m not going to let go of you until you say it.”

You scrunched your nose up, feigning disgust.

“The glint in your eyes is betraying you, beloved.”

A whine escaped you. He knew you too well for your own good.

“What can I say?” Your voice was muffled by the insides of your cheeks. “I enjoy your touch.”

He smiled and brought your face closer to his in order to give your lips a short kiss.

“Now you just have to meet my father,” he told you as he removed his hand from your face.

You hummed. It was only logical.

“And Alfred, of course. Perhaps my other siblings if they’re around...” He made a pause, analyzing your reaction. He then said, “I will then give you a break so you can prepare mentally to meet my mother.”

If his father, siblings, and grandfather figure made you anxious, then his mother terrified you. He talked about her from time to time and although she sounded badass, she was by far the most intimidating entity ever.

“Step by step, yeah?” you croaked.

He nodded. “I’m simply trying to show you I’m serious about our relationship.”

“I know, and I appreciate it immensely. Just... well, you know how I am.”

“I do, but there’s no need to be nervous or anxious. They’re going to love you. And if they don’t, it’ll be because of their lack of taste.” You frowned so he added, “But I’m certain they will like you.”

“Now,” he sighed dramatically, “you promised me a movie marathon.”

Aware of that being his way of dropping the subject for now, you slanted your head in direction to your bedroom. “Or do you prefer the couch?”

He pouted. “Absolutely not.”

[teenyweenynightghost]

@mevlliflous

“Hey, just look at me. Breathe.” X Damiano

(I promise this one isn’t an Uno based fight😅)

Damiano was in the back of a cab, his suitcase resting in the trunk while he looked anxiously out the window.

He had been away on tour for 4 moths, not having seen y/n even once. He missed her so much and loved her more than ever, but he had messed up. He was weary and scared of how y/n would react, his mind terrified at the idea of losing her.

The car slowed to a stop, Damiano paying the driver and heading to the entrance of his home, suitcase in one hand, a bouquet of flowers in the other.

He walked up the few steps that led to the door, admiring the well kept garden, seeing the little fairy house he had built with y/n right before leaving.

He rested his head against the door, breathing deeply, before knocking on it.

In less then a moment, he was met with the most mesmerizing girl he had seen in his life, the one he loved the most in this whole world.

Her arms were wrapped around him in a second, squeezing him tightly and hugging him as if the world would end tomorrow.

“DAMIANO!! YOU’RE BACK!” She screamed full of excitement, parting away so that she could see his gorgeous face. Y/n’s face fell as she noticed the worry and distress in her lover’s face.

“Amore, what’s wrong? You’re worried.”

At those words, seeing her concern and sorrow, Damiano broke apart, falling to his knees and crying, his face hidden in her stomach.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry cara mia! You have to believe me I love you and only you! I can’t picture my life without your glowing presence besides me! You have to believe me please! Im so fucking sorry!” He pleaded, trying to speak between his sobs, as the cotton dress y/n was wearing became soaked with his tears.

She knelt to the ground, enveloping him in a reassuring hug, and stroked his soft hair.

“Shhh, amore, it’s alright. No matter what happened, we’ll talk it through. Okay? Look at me. Breathe. Breathe with me.”

Damiano closed his eyes and nuzzled further into the crook of y/n’s neck, doing his best to listen to her heartbeat.

“Good, just breathe with me.”

The couple were soon in sync, as y/n kept caressing Damiano’s face. She eventually tilted his face towards her, and brushed a delicate finger underneath his eyes, wiping away his tears.

“Let’s go inside and talk there, alright amore?” She asked him softly, leading him inside once he nodded.

They both sat together on the couch. Y/n grabbed Damiano’s hands in her own and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Amore, what happened?” She questioned him once more, a soft, empathetic look on her face.

Damiano’s eyes pooled with tears once more as disgust filled the rest of his features. He looked down and squeezed Y/n’s hands.

“I cheated on you.” He whispered, afraid that his own consciousness would hear and destroy him further.

He heard y/n’s breath catch in her throat, as the grip on his hands softened. He was terrified of looking up and seeing what he had caused. A deafening silence filled the room, broken by both of their hearts beating out of their chest.

“Do you still love me?” Her broken voice made its way to Damiano’s ears.

“Always. You know that Y/n. You have my heart. And you always will. I never felt as content and relaxed as I am with you. My life is crazy and constantly moving, but it all feels like it slows down when I am with you, cara mia.”

He took a deep breath and continued.

“You are the only thing in my head. When I wake up, I imagine being next to you. When I shower, I imagine doing it with you. Every concert, every time I sing, my heart dedicates it to you. I fucked up y/n. I know I fucking did. I just went insane, got drunk and blacked out. The next morning..”

Tears kept falling down his face and onto the couch as he tried to keep his composure, at least until he could finish all that he had to say.

“You can leave me if you want. You can stay. You can slap me, hurt me, hate me. I just want you to be happy. I need you, Y/n.”

She looked up and saw the devastation in Damiano’s eyes. Concern flooded her as she thought about him being completely unconscious in a strangers room. But knowing how much he loved her is all she needed.

“Damiano, it’s okay. I understand.” She assured him, cupping his cheek.

“No, cazzo. You shouldn’t. You deserve better than this. I shouldn’t have.. fuck Y/n I’m so fucking sorry and no, you shouldn’t have to understan-“

“Stop! Please. Just let me talk.”

Damiano looked up at her and silently nodded.

“When I was younger, I ended up doing the same thing. I was in love Dami, but I had to be away from them for so long.. and then something went wrong with work, I got drunk… and I lost them forever.”

Y/n took a deep breath before continuing again.

“I know how you feel. I’ve felt the devastation and guilt. But we have to make this work.”

The singer slightly furrowed his brows, and leaned over to cup her face.

“I didn’t know this happened to you…”

“I was too afraid to tell you. I was ashamed of it all.” Her voice broke at the last word, averting her gaze.

“But… you said have to…” He looked at her fearful expression and his mind started racing once more.”

“Y/n, Is something wrong?”

She looked at him, struggling to memorize every single one of his features before they would disappear from her once more. She did her best to calm herself, before leading his hand to her stomach, preparing herself for the worst.

“Oh amore, we have to make this work. We won’t be alone anymore in a few moths.”

Damiano’s face lit up at the realization, his eyes not being able to choose between looking at his beloved or her bump.

“OH CAZZO! I DIDN’T NOTICE IT BEFORE!” He shot up, taking her up with him, before grabbing her and spinning her around the room, screaming with glee.

“Y/N! HOW LONG? HOW? I-“ The singer was mind blown. He couldn’t even figure out how all of this took such a delightful turn.

“Fuck, why are you crying mi amore?” He was by her side in a second, grabbing her gorgeous, delicate face in his hands.

“I thought you wouldn’t want to be with me after you would find out!” She cried, bringing up her hands to wipe away the tears.

“I think we have had too many close calls tonight” he huffed, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her head, smiling contently.

“Damiano, I think we should just take it all from the start now.”

“We always will amore. In this life and the next. We did that in all of our previous ones. We’re soulmates, and we will meet again, we will always find our way to one another.”

Y/n couldn’t believe her ears. She felt safe and protected in Damiano’s arms, knowing he will never leave her.

Damiano started humming a love song in y/n’s ear, which slowly turned into him serenading his soulmate, pressing loving kisses to her stomach as he envisioned their future together.

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[nevermore-the-kitsune]

Pokemon Teams for Fictional Characters pt. 2

Damian Wayne

(Also, I'm not including move sets because in my headcannon Pokemon do remember all their old moves. But humans choose to only use four)

For this AU I'm having the Wayne's own the Gotham City Gym, which specializes in Dark types. Most of the cannon events still happened. Just with a few tweaks here and there. (Dick's 20, Jason's 16, Cass is 15 Tim's 15 but younger than Cass and Damian's 13 because I love AUs where there closer in age).

Anyway here we go!

First things first in the Pokemon Universe his alias wouldn't be Robin since they don't exist. Instead I think it would be Rookidee, since thats the closest Pokemon to a Robin.

His Partner Pokemon and ace would be a Gligar

Name: Goliath

Gender: Male

Why: Gligar screams Goliath (his Batdragon) plus the coloring of his evolutions matches with Dami's Robin and Batman outfits

Story: He found Goliath while climbing a mountain for his training. At the time he was four and Goliath was a hatching. Damian ended up giving him some food, seeing that the hatching was hungry.

Grateful, the Gligar followed him hoping to return the favor.

When Damian's hand got broken on that same trip, Goliath was the one to help him finish his mission and get home safely.

Talia was impressed that Damian could tame a wild Pokemon without catching it, so she allowed him to keep him as his first Pokemon.

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Next he would have a Meowth

Name: Alfred

Gender: Female

Why: This one has to do with its evolution. Persian are said to only be loyal to trainers it likes and that it takes a lot to get them to like you. Their also said to be prissy and uptight. This reminded me of Damian. How it took forever for him to trust his brothers and his own snobby attitude. Thus I think it fits.

Story: After coming to live with his father Damian didn't know how to act. He saw his "brothers" and father treating their Pokemon so different than how the League did. They all trained hard. But, there was something eles: warm praise for a job well done, asking for insight on a case (they had taught their bipedal pokemon sighn language) and comfort on a bad day. His father and brothers treated their Pokemon like... people

In the League Pokemon where the lowest soldier, lower than the slaves or concubines. They trained, ate then they had to and got in their ball.

He had been a little more lenient in his training with Goliath. When asked he said that he was still a baby and he had to take things slow in this stage or he might develop too much muscle mass and be unable to fly.

He had kept him out of his ball with the excuse of developing muscle mass at a proper pace.

He liked Goliath's company. The Gligar was a good companion. But on the same level as another person?

He had expressed these thoughts to Pennyworth, the only person in the house to give him a straight answer when he needed it.

Pennyworth had explained to him that some people love to hold power over others and that Pokemon where an easy target, since they couldn't communicate their emotions as clearly as people could.

"Think of Mistress Cain. She sometimes cannot communicate with words, but we know that she's intelligent. But some people see her as less than intelligent and treat her as such because of the power it gives them."

Two weeks later Damian would come across a group of teenagers attempting to shave a Meowth. The Pokemon was little more than skin and bone and crying out on pain. So, Damian broke their fingers and shaved part of their heads for good measure.

He kept the Meowth and named her after the man who taught him about the abuse of power.

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Next, a Poochyena

Name: Titus

Gender: Male

Why: These Pokemon and their evolution are ruthless with their pray, and only obey trainers with external skill.

Story: Raven gave Damian Titus as a gift. She said that she rescued him from an underground fighting ring (where the battles are to the death). He was still to young to battle so he didn't need much rehabilitation. The other Pokemon there though...

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Now we have a Type Null

Name: Heretic

Gender: ???

Why: This Pokemon was created in lab, and artificial designed for the purpose of fighting, just like Damian. True I could have given him Mewtwo, but that cat seems to fit Kon more.

Story: Damian's mother had spent years creating Type: Null with the purpose of being able to kill any target. As a last test she wanted to see which of her creations was suppirrior. So she sent the Type Null out to (try and) kill her son.

Damian, with the rest of his team, beat the Pokemon but couldn't kill it. He had long since vowed to wash the blood from his hands. Instead he offered his hand to it and asked it to join him.

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Here we have the hardest to explain... Mimikyu

Name: Habibi (I hope I spelled that right)

Gender: Female

Why: Damian is complex, he wants to be accepted and loved just like Mimikyu but dosent know how. Both try to mimic others in order to get that love, Damian his father and Mimikyu Pikachu. So I see this as Damian's spirit Pokemon in a way.

Story: He didn't know why it was so hard to fit in. Gods know he tried. But... little things confused him. Like how eveyone could understand each other without words or singhing. He had no problems with that on a battlefield, but in day to day life; it felt like he was on a separate server.

Like how Todd knew at breakfast with just a look that Drake was in a bad mood and how to help. Or how Grayson could audomadicly tell what kind of day at school the rest of them had withen a few minutes. Hell even Drake could tell what grunts ment what from father! Which ment good job, Which ment I'm glade your okay, or frustration either at them or at a case (Cass didn't surprise him, she had to learn how to communicate without words and watch body language and micro expressions).

School was no better; sometimes it was to load or bright othertimes, when everyone was doing a test, it felt to quiet. But, to much or to little, Damian was always aware of every movement, every sound. It was like the very instincts that saved his life every night where turned against him.

He turned to his nearly forgotten childhood habits to distract himself from everything around him. That only led to more whisper shouting and what even he could tell where displeased glares with a grunt of "fucking tapping" or a snap of "stop!" He knew it was disrupting but it was all be could do to drown out the noise or silence.

On one particularly bad day at school; apparently during one of their tests one of his classmates had had enough of Damian's tapping and decided to make a scene.

There was some yelling from the kid. A few cries in agreement. Before the teacher had gotten hem to settle down. He had demanded that Damian look him in the eye and when he finally did told him to stop with the tapping or else he would be sent to the office, Gym Leaders son or not.

He was the last to finish that test where he normally finished first. The silence had been to load!!

After that clusterfuck Damian finally headed home. He had texted Grayson saying that he was meeting a friend somewhere to work on a project and to not pick him up. In truth he didn't want his brother reading what kind of day he had had. He needed some time to himself.

That was how he found himself in a nearby park. It was filled with plenty of sounds that didn't suffocate him and the fall leaves where soothing to his eyes. Damian had Titus out of his ball as company, knowing that the pup loved park walks.

They had been walking for an hour when they came across a box set off just on the edge of the trail. "Free to Good Homes" was written on the side in black sharpie.

No sound was coming from inside, so he assumed that the had all been taken. Until Titus went closer sniffing at the seemingly empty box.

"Pooch Pooch"

"Hmmm... what is is it boy?" He asked as he walked closer to his Pokemon and the Box. Damian hoped he was wrong. It was cruel to leave a baby Pokemon all alone, especially since the weather was getting colder by the day.

Inside the box was in fact a lone Pokemon. At first glance it looked like a Pikachu. But something was off. It looked more like a doll than a living creature. If it wasn't for the small chirps it let out and slight way that it was shivering from the cold Damian would have written it off as a toy. No wonder it got left behind...

Damian reached down and picked up the mystery Pokemon as gently as he could.

"Come on beloved, lets go home."

He tucked the Pokemon in his jacket to warm it up before reaching for his phone to call Grayson for a ride home.

That night Damian locked himself away, even skipped patrol, and spent a sleepless night learning everything he could about his newest Pokemon.

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That was inspired by this comic

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Finaly, for his last spot Eevee!!

Name: Omni

Gender: Female

Why: I'm going to have all the Batfam members have an Eeveelution. This branch and the Batfam are both growing consistently. We all have our favorites but we love them all the same. So I think it fits.

Story: Everyone in the family had an Eevee or one of its evolutions. Damian's Father said that Eevee was the Wayne family symbol, it was potential, the ability to become whatever you wanted.

Though it surprised Damian that the Wayne symbol wasn't a Noibat or Noivern (Batman's ace) at first he eventually understood the logic in choosing such a Pokemon to represent the family name. That only made things harder for him being the only one not having one. Did they not truly see him as family?

On the one year anniversary of Damian arriving at The Mannor, his family through a small party. Pennyworth made his favorite foods, The Mannor was decorated in tacky streamers (Graysons' idea) and they watched some of Damian's favorite fims, their Pokemon curled up with them. His father had offered to take the day off from the gym. Until Todd suggested that Damian take on the challengers.

The Gotham gym was part of his heritage. Damian had been training for the day that he could finally help weed out the weak challengers just like his siblings sometimes did (think the battles you do before challenging a gym leader in the games).

On that day, if the challengers agreed to it, their final battle wasn't with Bruce Wayne the Dark Knight but instead his son. Most accepted thinking that it would be an easy win, that they had lucked out in not having to battle one of the stongest Gym Leaders in the League and could still get the Shadow Badge.

Those poor fools.

Damian was only allowed to use Alfred, Titus and Habibi since he used Goliath and Heretic primarily as Rookidee.

Damian fought seven trainers that day in 3v3 fights. Only two of them got the badge.

With the day overwith and the night rising, so did Gothams' protecters.

The night ended with exhausted body's and adrenaline crashes. Damian was ready to slip into a mini coma from the day he had but before he could head upstairs to The Mannor...

"Not so fast baby bat." Graysons' voice called out to him. "We got one more surprise for you."

Damian raised his eyebrow at that. What else could they do? His father came back from the locker rooms where he had been desuiting, it always took him the longest because of his "old man bones" as Todd said.

"Son," his father said "its Wayne tradition to get your first Pokemon when you turn ten years old. I missed that with you." He paused, eyes briefly shifting to the floor before they snapped back on Damian's face. "Luckily there's one tradition we didn't miss. When you've lived at The Mannor for a year or the adoption papers get finalized, I give my children this..."

He pulled a Poke'ball out of his poket and handed to Damian. "Go on son, let them out."

He did

Staring at him was his own Eevee.

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AN: All of Damian's Pokemon (sans maybe Omni, I'm thinking of leaving her as an Eevee) will eventually evolve. Eventually.