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vanya-evergreen · 23 days ago

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Batfam x reader platonic concept

But make it over throwing royal’s with reader as a royal and Batfam as revolutionaries AU (with some fantasy elements that aren't expanded on)

CW: Neglect, Violence, blood. War like topics (revolution)

Something to note: in the real world timeframe I would put this in the late 1910s to early 1920s. The cars are faster than the actual cards of that timeframe because of fanfic logic!

Ps, I would love to write more of this (i already have another 1000 i am keeping to myself)

The soft patterns of rain on the roof was the loudest sound in your room. You lay on a bed, arms locked to your sides, staring up to the ceiling of the tall room. It was opulent to say the least, but that was the last thing you would think of. You were stuck in a cycle of memories that felt like a lifetime ago, yet it was only a few months ago that all of what you knew was gone. Not that you missed much of it.

There was once that if you had even whispered a complaint, it would've been fixed by a servant before you could dwell on it. Now it would just fall on deaf ears. You had alway been pacified with gifts, trips, or even new lessons to learn. It was one of the many benefits you got from being of royal descent, when that had mattered. You were happy with what you had but you still craved more. You wanted the unconditional Familial love that every other child seemed to get.

Slowly, you began to watch the families at garden parties, grand balls, and even going through daily life. You can’t help but staring as the parent lovingly held their children, or how they would even just watch them from afar. If you would turn to your parents, they always had their backs to you. You screamed and fought for their attention. You cried quietly every time they forced another toy or trip onto you. Sadly, it turned out to be much worse for you, everyone thought you were spoiled and ignorant because of your public fits. You never had an understanding of how parents were meant to love a child, until you met him.

The Dark knight.

You had met him briefly once before, given he was an army commander. It was a formality really, but you did remember his suit. It looked oddly like a bat with his cape. Still the Dark Knight was skilled with the sword, even with the advancing technology. You always heard whispers of his real name but they were never loud enough to make it your ears.

You were given sword lessons as another class to keep you busy. ‘I always did want to try the sword’ was just a pathetic attempt at ignoring your ugly truth. You were only 10 when you figured that your parents were pushing you off on all these tutors in hope that they would keep you busy enough to stay away from them. You still remember feeling the love you had for your parents slipping through your fingers like sand. You had stopped throwing fits too, you began to try to hold your emotions closer to your heart. All of this is probably what made it so easy for you to get attached to the Dark knight.

Your first lesson was rough. You had been rudely awakened at an unfamiliar time and when you made it out to the training grounds you could only see slivers of light on the horizon. You were forced to clean your tools and even some of his. You complained but he only remained quiet watching you with a heavy eye. You kept your mouth shut after that, finishing without much more complaint.

When you finished, he made you run laps. You wanted to whine about it, but you remembered knowing it wouldn't do anything, so you ran. Lap after lap, you always felt his eyes on you no matter where you went. He remained silent unless it was to tell you to keep going. It wasn't until the sun had fully risen that he had made you stop, letting you get water. You couldn't help but be wreathing with anger as you sat drinking your water.

“Sword lesson my-” you began to whisper under your heavy breaths, until a warm gloved hand was placed atop of your head. You shot your head up to where the head came from. It was the Dark knight, without his helmet.

“Good job kid.” He looked at you in your eyes, you couldn't help but let your emotions slip for a moment. His eyes were so kind, but his face was worn. It was the face of a man who had led a hard life, but still had compassion for others. You gripped your water, you wanted him to say it again

You continued the lesson for another 2 hours but it felt too short for you. Even if he said you weren't ready for a sword, You couldn't wait for the next lesson.

That is how it started and would go for the next 6 years. Twice a week you would meet with him to learn, but every day you spent hours practicing to impress him at your next lesson. He and you had bonded, or so you thought. You learned his true name, Bruce Wayne. he let you call him by his name, you tried to offer him the same courtesy but he refused, it hurt you but you understood.

This was your way of life, this was the happiest you ever were. You thought you had the love you craved the most. You thought that.

It was your 16th birthday. You were meant to focus on the party that was held every year for you but there you were happily running over to the training grounds to see Bruce. Ever since you met him, he always had some form of present for you on your birthday. It was the only present you looked forward to every year.

You stopped at the entrance when you saw Bruce with two other people. Diana Prince and Clark Kent, they were commanders just like Bruce. You always saw them together when they were in the same room, but why were they meeting here today? They looked like it was a serious matter so you hid behind the stables.You crouched down and slowly crawled to the end of the stable closest to them to listen in. You thought maybe you could scare them, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of the previous time you tried to scare Bruce and failed.

“A week from today we will take the capital.” Bruce said matter of factly. You breathe hitched, you heard murmurs through the walls about a revolution, but you didn't think it was real. Much less Bruce was a part of it. “And arrest the royal family and their descents.” That isn’t when you broke, no you didn’t care if they did that.

“And we can finally return to our families.” Clark added. This is when you broke, the mental image you had created in your delusion, the image of Bruce seeing you as one of his kids, shattered into a million pieces right in front of you. You quietly got up, you acted faster than your mind could think.

You jumped out from behind the stables, “Boo!” you shouted, while you wore your best smile. They all flinched at your sudden appearance. Finally you got them. “Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” You beamed while scratching the back of your head. They all looked at you in horror as you walked closer.

“How much did you hear, your highness?” Diana began reaching for her lasso on her hip, while trying to keep a pleasant expression.

“Nothing beyond something about going back to your families” You laughed. “ I assume you heard about the holiday I asked the king and Queen to give the troops after my birthday.” You could see as they relaxed, believing your words.

“Is there a reason you came here, your highness?” Clark stepped closer to give you a kind smile placing a hand on your shoulder, he always was kind to you even when you threw fits.

“I always stop by on my birthday.” You take a quiet glance at Bruce, with guilt flickering in his eyes. Y our heart sunk further into your chest. “I was saying hello to my teacher, before going on with my busy day.” You moved your eyes off of Bruce, and on to Clark. You tried to ignore his heavy gaze, your hands were shaking.

“Of course…” Clark and Diana look at Bruce. He gestured for them to leave. “Well Happy birthday, your highness.” Clark bowed before leaving, as did Diana. You watched them leave until they were out of sight. You clasped your hand together, the shaking stopping but your rate grew.

“Your highness,” Bruce’s soft voice boomed in your head . Bruce’s eyes weighed heavily on you, You were barely able to maintained eye contact. “I got you a gift.” He pulled out a small rectangle box wrapped in expansive sliver fabric with an extravagant white lace ribbon tied around it.

It was like every other year before, a small gift that meant the world to you. You, normally, would eagerly take it from him with the biggest grin, and opened it in front of him, thanking him no matter the gift. That year though, you hesitated, you didn’t give a wide grin, nor did you open it immediately.

“Thank you, Bruce.” You stared at the gift, playing with the white ribbon in your hand. “I really appreciate the gifts you have gotten me.” You sighed faintly. Bruce was stunted by this. “I hope you enjoy your time off with your family.” You let out a shaking breathe.

“What about your-” Bruce reached out to touch your shoulder, it was natural for the two of you.

“Don’t worry about lessons next week,” You grabbed his hand before he touched your shoulder “It’s fine if we miss a week. We alway have the after one, right?” you looked at him with a knowing look. He face dropped, he understood that you had heard more than you would say. “I hope to see you later Bruce.” You let go of his hand as you walked away from him leaving him behind in his silence.

You didn’t open that gift that day, even when you were in your room. You spent the rest of the day distracted. There were plenty of things you could’ve done about your impending arrest, but you also knew that would lead to Bruce's death. You didn’t want that, even if he only saw you as a royal, you still viewed him as someone would view their father. So you remained quiet.

The party came and went. It was the same as it always was, many gifts that were worth an average person's salary for ten years, and even proposal letters from noble families that wouldn’t matter in a week’s time. After that night you started to count down the days. Your memories of that week are blurry now, all of the days bleed into each other, until that day of the plan came.

You didn’t leave your room that day, even when you heard the screams of your family members. You waited, seated in a chair by the fire you had the servant light before going to bed. The box Bruce gave you is still unopened on your desk. You didn’t want to open it and pretend like everything was still the same.

You got up as you heard the soldiers get closer, opening every door along the way, until they reached your door. You opened the door before they could barge in. You came face to face with the helmet of The Dark knight. The blood of those who fought back dripped on the floor off of his suit. You step aside to let them in.

The Dark knight was the only one to step in, “Continue moving without me.” You tensed up as he ordered his subordinates to not follow him in. “Your highness-”

“There is no longer a need to address me like that.” You hummed, closing the door behind him. “After all, my heritage won’t matter by sunrise tomorrow.” You stood by the edge of your bed, looking out of the window.

The Dark knight was across the room from you, staying in front of the fireplace. You wouldn't meet his eyes, as he stared at you through his helmet. He looked around the room, he noticed the box on your desk still wrapped neatly. “You didn’t open it.” He picked up the box from the desk, and looked back at you.

“I thought it was inappropriate to open it, considering what was bound to happen.” You Pointed your head back down to the ground,

“You didn’t try to stop us.” He kept the box with him, and stepped closer to you.

“I couldn’t bring myself to,” You confessed, “I knew what it would lead to if I did.” Even then you couldn't bear the thought of him dying because of you.

“Do you understand why we are doing this?” He stopped two feet away from you, and took off his helmet. You wanted to see the face was making but you knew if you saw his face you couldn’t help but break all over again in front of him.

“Not fully,” You weakly replied “but I know that if you and the other commander are in on it then it is for the betterment of the world.” you clenched your hands. You tried to be mad at him but it was hindered by how you saw him. To you, you knew him as a man of justice, who wouldn’t needlessly create waves unless he saw necessary. You put your hands behind your back, intertwining them together.

The Dark Knight couldn’t understand you, but you knew what his thought was “I didn’t run because you taught me to stand with the side I chose, and by blood I am forced to choose this side.” You looked up from the floor finally. His face seemed almost desperate for a better answer, you could only return a sympathy nod with closed eyes.

The room remained silent for a moment, before you offered your wrist forward to make it easier to cuff them, he didn't. Instead he stepped behind you, guiding you out in front of the palace with a firm hand on your shoulder. You kept your eye forward ignoring the blood splattered across the floor and walls. The walk through the halls were eerie and quiet, they still haunt you to this day.

At the front of the palace each member in the royal house kneeled with their hands bound behind their backs, in rows separated from the servants. The Dark knight didn't seem to be guiding you to the royals until someone grabbed you by the arm and pulled you away from him, you saw him for a short moment longer. Maybe if you weren't so tired you could've seen him reaching out for you as he was swarmed by his cohorts.

The soldier was much harsher compared to The Dark knight. They forced you down by your parents, who were bloody and bruised, they must've fought. Their heads hung low, they didn't even try to lift them up to look at you. You watched as Clark walked to stand center in front of palace residences.

“To the royal family, you are found guilty of tyranny and causing anguish to the lands of…” Clark went on about the endless sins your family and you by extension committed. “Now we will go down the line to give you your sentencing.”

You closed your eyes, listened to cries for mercy by the ones you assumed were to be put in prison for life and the quiet sobs of the ones who got less. Clark stopped when he passed you, You were the only one sitting up with free arms. He whispered something to the person following him, before moving on. two soldiers picked you by your arms from ground and brought you back into the palace.

You might've been more confused if you didn't pass out the moment they shoved you back into your room.

The weeks following after that there was a surgeon of royalist nobels trying to take back the monarchy, but they were swiftly dealt with each time they would arise according to the maids that would pass your room.. You spent those weeks confined to your room, at the former palace, you tried to ask why you weren't in the prison, but none of the guards standing outside of your room wouldn't reply.

It was 2 months later that you finally left your room to be brought in front of the new leaders of your country. Diana, Clark and Him. It was a small meeting with only you and the three of them.

“Tell us _, why do you think that you are here?” Diana spoke in a loud yet caring tone.

“I am here to finally receive my sentence.” You mumbled.

“No,” Clark interjected what would've evolved into a rant. “We are curious to know why you did nothing to stop the revelation.”

“I couldn't live with the consequences if I had stopped you.” You replied flatly.

“and those consequences would be, what?”

“The continued suffering of the country” they gestured for you to go on “and the loss of your lives.”

“And are you aware that means you betrayed the royal family?”Clark retorted. Bruce leaned forward.

“Yes.” You wanted it to be over already.

“Then you will not receive a sentence, but you will live under surveillance.” Clark stood up from his seat and offered you a hand. You took the hand, you could live under surveillance.

“Here at the… well whatever this was turned into.” You questioned, Clark shook his head no. “Then where?”

“With me.” Bruce finally spoke up. Your body ran cool, as a sinking feeling bloomed in your stomach. You would've been fine anywhere else but with him. You had no choice.

“Fine.” You looked away from him.

That day, your clothes, swords, and other trinkets were packed and off to Gotham where the now infamous Wayne manor resides. While you rode in front with Bruce in his Car. The ride was quiet, along with unpacking the car. You broke the silence to say thank you for help, before taking your belongings inside of the foyer. Serval people were waiting, but not for you.

“Who are you?” A boy, younger than you, glared as you stood there awkwardly holding you things. You were going to respond but Bruce came in behind you. “Father, who is this this person?” So these people were his kids.

“Damian, that is not how you greet someone.” oh. You heard of Damian when you and Bruce would take breaks from your sword lessons. He always liked talking about his family, there was even a point where you though maybe they could see you as family too, but not now. “I am _ _” You lowered your head already knowing what comes next.x .

“A member of that trantical family? Bruce, why are they here?” A boy, probably only a few years older than you, almost screeched.

“I will explain it later, Tim” Bruce took your things from you and tried to push past them, only to be blocked by a girl around the same age as time. “Cassandra please move.

“No, we need to know now.” Damian demanded, as him and Tim cornered Bruce with Cassandra.

“Alfred,” Alfred, who was standing off the side came forward and took your things back from Bruce. “Take them to their new room.”

“Of course Master Bruce.” Alfred turned to you “Please, follow me this way.” He smiled politely. Your arms tense as the You followed behind quietly, walking up the stairs to 3rd floor, back into the furthest corner of the house, the perfect reflection of the distance between you and Your new household.

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redhead-batgal · 2 years ago

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Pretty Please can you do a part 2 to touch the sky i am very much invested

Also hope your having a good day 😊

Type: Two Shot (Part One: Here)

Pairing: Princess! Reader x Guard! Damian Wayne

AU: Royals AU And Medieval AU!

Content: Cursing, escapee princess, royal stuff, injuries, sarcasm, fights, fluffy scenes 😉, some minor angst and possible foreshadowing

Word Count: 2,691

Y/N: Your Name, L/N: Last Name, K/N: Father’s name, Q/N: Mother’s name, N/n: Nickname

(I may or may not have more parts of this planned 😂)

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Her heart almost always on her sleeve, the crown princess of Gotham lived with her emotions vibrant and clear. While she may not always completely understand why certain emotions occurred, she knew when they did and wasn't afraid to show them. Well at least most of the time.

When it came to her guard, the princess had an unfortunate habit of never truly showing her emotions... or at least never showing the right ones.

Thick, slimy and smelly mud, you were covered nearly from head to toe in mud.

It was a tactic of sorts, to avoid being found. Found by guards, your parents, the hound dogs or even worse, being found by Damian.

You had barely made it into town when a flurry of guards raced towards its edges calling for you. While it was clear to you, they hadn't noticed you, your stomach spun and jumped, causing your already racing heart to beat faster.

All you had to do, was make it to the shelter. There you could figure out who needed the most help. However, it appeared, that whoever was leading the search knew of your plans. And because of this, you feared it was Damien.

So, not only to disguise yourself, but to make it easier to sneak around you found the nearest puddled of dirt and 'tripped' into it. It took barely five minutes for your whole body to be covered. Now, you looked more like you were a street urchin then a runaway royal.

Still, as you hunkered yourself down and hobbled across the cobblestones, something in your gut made you think it would not be enough.

You had just begun to hobble down the path when a brunette woman spotted you and swiftly made her way to your side. She cooed softly and you froze. Something out the way her brown eyes twinkled, and the curve of her smile seemed familiar. "Oh, you poor dear," The woman murmured her hands hovering over you, "why you look simply dreadful. yes, yes come this way. Let me help clean you up."

You blinked as the woman gently grabbed the cleanest part of your arm and began guiding you towards a store nearby. She hummed slightly and you began to look her over. Simple clothes, humble even, yet her face-her face seemed too elegant and- oh Oh!

"Mi- Miss Kyle?" You whispered recalling the thief Captain Wayne often asked for help from.

A cunning smile snuck onto the woman's face, and she winked at you. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks as you continued to let her pull you to the store. She opened the door, and you heard a faint ring before the two of you entered the store.

Two more woman, a blonde and a redhead were inside. The blonde perched upon the counter and the redhead sitting in a chair behind it. The blonde giggled slightly, and the redhead stood up a scowl appearing on her face.

"Kitty, what is this?"

Miss Kyle smiled before gently pulling you in front of her. She gestured to you and the blonde smiled wildly.

"A runaway princess in need of help, my dearest flower. You've heard of how she comes to town to see things. She gives money, food and she- well sometimes I've been told she's even kicked scoundrels assess."

The blonde slipped off of the counter and moved towards you. She looked you up and down, clicking her tongue as she did.

"Well Ivs, she's not wrong. This honey needs some help. I mean look at her!"

The redhead sighed before giving you a look, "You know I don't care for those things Harles. But... mud is not a good look on you your highness."

You blanched before shaking your head. Your hands flew out as you tried to wipe away the woman's comment.

"You- you don't need to call me that. Please, just call me Y/N. I wish to be treated with equal respect as you."

The redhead blinked before a sly smile appeared on her face. She walked towards you before placing a hand on your shoulder. She slid a finger under your chin, tilting your head up.

"Yes, yes we should get her cleaned up. After all, I doubt this disguise will hide you from those guards scurry out on the streets."

She turned back towards the other woman a cunning smile replacing the old one.

"Shall we girls?"

The blonde squealed with delight as she bounced towards you.

"This is gonna be so much fun! My oh my you are gonna look like a doll after we're done Y/N."

A weak smiled made its way onto your face and the three women began to surround you.

"I've always wonder what it'd be like to dress up a princess." Miss Kyle finally said, and your stomach dropped.

Oh no, what had you gotten into?

Not long later, you blinked in surprise, staring at yourself in the full-length mirror. The layered and tattered skirts tied in a knot at your hip. Bellowing white sleeves connected to an almost to short bodice, a corset clung to your ribs ending just above your belly button. Raising your hands, you watched as the hem of your shirt rise, almost showing your skin. A bandana was tied around your hair, which loosely spilled around your shoulders. Feet practically bare besides anklets covered in bells and coins and think soled shoes that seemed invisible.

"Oh- wow" You whispered, "i- i look.-"

The redhead- Ivy snorted, "Poor and unsightly?"

"Ravishing?" Miss Kyle- no Selina grinned.

"Completely different!"

"Is that a bad thing hon?" The blonde, Harley, asked batting her eyes.

You shook your head as you turned away from your own reflection.

"No, not at all. It's amazing. I look like the dancers in the books about- hmm, what was the place again?... I can't recall, I've read many books but It's- it's breathtaking to see on myself."

Selina's smile stretched across her entire face, causing her cheeks to curve. Harley beamed and Ivy shook her head, a smiled daring to be on her face.

"Well kitten, I do believe you are ready to go out now."

You blinked a few times before nodding. Moving towards your pile of sullied clothes you removed the basket. Pulling a small bag from it you dropped a few gold coins into your hand. Six at most before holding them out to Ivy. Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head taking a few steps away from you.

"No, no."

"Please, it's the least I can do. You've helped me out and I must pay for the service. It's only right."

Eyebrows narrowing Ivy glared at you crossing her arms, "Would you pay a noble?"

"Yes," You replied without hesitation, "if they had helped me as much as you have, of course I'd pay them!"

Ivy's face dropped and she sighed, her arms unfolding she reached out and took the coins from you.

"Fine, but one of us will be accompanying you around town. I cannot let anything happen to you. Wayne would lose his shit."

You nodded slowly a smile growing on your face as Harley offered a arm to you.

"Let's go!"

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After a few hours, your pouch was severely lighter, and a smile was stuck on your face. Harley was just behind you, and you spun around to meet her gaze.

Harley's smile was falling from her face, and you looked up towards the sky before shaking your head.

"You can go you know; I'll be fine getting back to the castle from here." You remarked.

Harley raised an eyebrow, and you noted the glimmering band on her wrist. Spoils from your war against the town's poverty. She gave you a look before sighing and nodding.

"Alright. But tomorrow you must come with guards or send work. Ivs wouldn't be happy to learn you got into danger because I left you."

You nodded and Harley gave you a wave of sorts before turning and walking down the way. Looking the opposite direction, you found a path that had a descendant of houses that seemed to get more run down and rotting as the descendant deepened.

What- what if there were people who needed help down there? It looked as if it wouldn't hurt that you went to give help. Especially since you still had quite a bit of money and since there was still light out.

And guards? Well, you hadn't seen them in hours, more then likely they gave up and were just waiting for you to return home. But... but shouldn't you get home? It had been quite the day and... and well you were feeling a bit guilt to be honest.

Looking over your shoulder, you spotted a man walking up to townspeople and talking to them. Wait- wait oh no... was that- Damian?

Swallowing you noticed the person he was talking to pointing in your direction. Oh no, you, you had to go.

Hurrying down the path, you began to slide down the hill. Where- where to go, where to hide? Oh goodness if Damian found you, you were going to be in so much trouble.

You spotted a turn and hurried towards it, it ended sharply. oh no, a dead end- an alleyway? Pressing yourself against the wall you waited.

Footsteps raced passed and you let out a breath of relief. Looking back towards the end of the alley you raised an eyebrow. What were you going to do now?"

"Do you have a death wish?"

Swirling around you blinked a few times to see a familiar figure's arms wrapped around your waist.

The name slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself, "Damian?"

Damian hissed leaning in towards you, "What were you thinking? Going out without a guard and then galivanting around the slums! Did you seriously think nothing would happen?"

You swallowed as for a minute, images of blood and blades flashed through your mind. You didn't mind violence but if you- if you were the one- it- oh you couldn't, "How- how did you recognize me?"

"I will always recognize you, anywhere, anytime, anyplace."

You blinked a few times as heat flushed your cheeks, shifting in Damian's grasps you looked away from him. Gently shoving at him you shook your head.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

Damian raised an eyebrow at your and shook his head a bit of smile on his face as he leaned in towards you.

"I'm going to bring you back to the palace and then you are going to receive punishment. Not only from your parents but from me, understand?"

You rolled your eyes, recognizing the teasing in his voice. Flicking his nose, you smiled. Looking towards the alleyway you noted the figures slowly descending upon the two of you.

"Oh damn." You muttered fully slipping away from Damian, "Looks like we have visitors."

"Oh, look it's a pretty rich little thing. Don't you think she should pay the toll?" One of the guys inquired looking back at his friends.

Damian sighed and pulled a sword out of its scabbard on his waist. You retrieved the dagger from a pocket in your cloak and twirled around your fingers.

"Where in the hell did you get that?"

A smile nearly jumped to your face as you remembered the disgusting man with his eyes clinging to young girls walking past shops, how he followed them, and you followed him. Light fingers snatching the nearest and loosest thing... a ruby engrained dagger.

"Let's just say I received it from a generous benefactor." Your smirked.

Damain blinked raising an eyebrow, "Is this benefactor aware you, have it?"

"Well... he might. At least by now he should be."

You grinned at him, and Damian rolled his eyes. The guys began to surround the two of you. Raising the blade, you pointed it at one of the guys. He blinked a few times, and you tilted your head in recognition.

He pointed at you his eyes going wide, "Hey! That's my dagger!"

"Oh, is it?" You replied batting your eyes as the guy got closer to you, "I hadn't noticed. Why don't I return it to you?"

The man lunged towards you, and you thrust the blade straight into his gut while swallowing. It hurt, to hurt people. Oh gods, you really didn't like it. It felt like you were stabbing yourself.

Pushing the blade's handle deeper into the guy, you were able to shove him off of his feet. Spinning around, you noted the guys surrounding Damian and you lunged forwards. Grasping at one of the guys' shoulders and bringing him down with you.

Rising to your feet, you quickly kicked the man in the face and stumbled closer to Damian.

Turning you found a man rushing towards you, flinching for a moment. Before he suddenly dropped to the ground, and you raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Behind him, Damian stares at you his eyes blazing. A growl of sorts escapes him as he storms towards you. In an instant he has you in his arms before you were suddenly thrown over his shoulder.

"We are heading back this instant. I swear you are always in constant danger."

"Back? We are heading back? Right-right now?" You squeaked.

"Yes," Damian confirmed, "we are going back so that you are not in anymore danger."

Walking down the alley you could feel the rage. bellowing from Damian and suddenly you felt his wince. Wince? Oh no... please no-

"D- Sir Wayne, are you perchance injured?"

Damian went quiet going still as well before he gently places you on the ground. Your gazes met and you raised an eyebrow. You looked him over, noticing a growing splotch on his abdomen.

"You- you're hurt..."

Something washed over you, air catching in your lungs as you grabbed his arm and pulled it over your shoulder.

"We- we need to get back... now. If-" You felt your words beginning to collide as tears built up in your throat.

"If anything happened to you-"

Your eyes began to burn, and you heard Damian intake a breath. Sniffing you shook your head, and he pulled you in closer. His heart- you could hear his heart hammering in his chest. it was almost as if you could hear it faltering.

"I'm going to fine Princess-" He mumbled as tears began to spill down your face, "Y/n, I'm going to be fine. You don't need to worry."

Sniffing more you felt your breath hiccup as your mind screamed, "But- bu- what if you're- you're wr- wrong? If- you die or a- oh gods, if you die, I'll never forgive myself- I I might even die too."

Damian went still as you felt your body shaking. He- he was going to die... and0 and it was all going to be your fault.

"Y/n, I will be fine. I've suffered worse injuries while at Demonfang."

"You what?" You seethed whirling on him.

Damian looked at you and you raised an eyebrow before sniffing as you felt your tears beginning to stop.

"Worse?"

A weak smile appeared on his face before you huffed and continued pulling him down the alleyway. Why did he have to get involved in this? Oh, gods you were never going to live this down.

Sniffing you rubbed at your eyes before shaking your head.

"Okay- okay fine. But- we, we need to get you somewhere safe."

Damian looked at you, tilting his head and he closed his eyes sighing, "We won't make it to the palace in time."

Your brow furrowed and then a thought popped into your head.

Oh no, this is definitely worse then before. Everything is so going to go wrong- no it is so wrong.

"I-," You began, "I know a place."

Damian blinked and you swallowed., still feeling your body tremble.

"Okay, lead the way." He sighed.

Nodding you began pulling him down the path. Squeezing your eyes shut you bit the inside of your cheek. Please, oh please don't let him die.

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