#damian and titus my beloved

[flyrobinflyy]

once i have a damian focused fic idea that doesn’t fizzle out within a few pages nobody will be safe from the dog related info dumping that will occur within

[gay-dorito-dust]

How’d they react to you calling them bro or dude whilst in a pre-established relationship…(platonic/romantic)

Dick: he’s insulted.

Gutted.

He will try to give you the silent treatment for such a shameful thing but ultimately fails as he ends up being the one pawing at you for attention.

‘Do you still like me? Or did you just run out of cute nicknames to call me?’ He’d say one night as your both cuddling in bed together. ‘If it’s the later then I can help you find something, just please spare me and don’t call me dude or bro anymore.’

He’d rather you call him Richard-wait, no he hates that even more because to him you’re not meant to use his fully name, only cutesy nicknames that’d make a grown man sick to his stomach. Nothing else would suffice other than Dickie bird, handsome, babe, hunk, honeybun or anything that wasn’t his name.

He’s go mad or would act delusional and say that everything was fine when everyone could tell that it wasn’t. People who know him have personally came to you and begged you to stop calling him dude/bro because he kept talking their ears off about how his beloved partner is torturing him, which ends up torturing them even more upon hearing about his relationship issues.

Dick would even consult Hayley on what he did wrong, only for Hayley to look at him with those big, big eyes of hers. This was not her level of expertise unfortunately. (Head empty, no thoughts. She can’t do her abc’s guys it’s a real tragedy.)

Jason: ‘I just had my tongue down your throat just now and you had to go and ruin the mood by calling me bro. What the fuck.’ - Jason at some point.

It’s a whole mood killer for him to be honest.

He’s calling you things like chipmunk or sweetheart but here you were calling him dude and bro. He knows for a fact that he’s well and truly out of the friend zone because the shit you’ve done together isn’t platonic in any sort of way.

Thinks Roy had set you up to call him dude or bro behind his back. (He hasn’t)

Jason is petty and will get his own back by referring you as ‘just a really good friend’, ‘buddy o’ mine’ or even worse than both of those; ‘chum.’ 💀

When you go low, Jason was more then willing to go to the depths of fucking hell to the point it had become a game to see who’d call out just how stupid this all was, and at the both of you for ever thinking that this was an excellent idea in the first place.

You’ll probs get punished…I’m just going to leave it there and let your minds guess what that ‘punishment’ was exactly.

Damian:

As much as Damian hates it when you call him Dami, he hates it when you call him dude or bro even more, if that’s even possible.

Damian hates it when you call him dude or bro. He’s not your dude or bro, he’s your partner and he expects no less then darling, my heart or my beloved.

So you calling him dude or bro is more than enough reason for him to give you the silent treatment.

‘Until you learn that I am your partner, I won’t want to be anywhere near you if you’re going to keep calling me your bro or dude. It is a disservice to who I actually am to you.’ He says with a huff and beckons Titus to follow, only for the Great Dane to be left confused as to why his human parents were at a disagreement over something silly.

Also Titus, Ace, Jerry, Alfred the cat, Goliath and BatCow are children of divorce because I said so.

So it’s bests that you apologise while you still can because Damian can hold a grudge unlike any other. Even if you didn’t, you’d still crack first before Damian and quickly put an end to calling him dude/bro.

He just thinks being called a dude/bro when in a pre-established relationship is an insult.

He can take a joke but not when it’s aimed at his relationship. He’s well and truly devoted to his relationship -if we’re to completely ignore the whole being Robin thing- that it might as well be an insult towards him too at this point.

[nosyrobin]

|| WHEN UNCLE!READER GETS SICK AND THE BATBOYS HEAR ABOUT IT ||

Coughing, sneezing, raspy voice, achy body. Oh dear, you got a cold. Shaking like a damn leaf on a windy day, you called your brother. Bruce immediately picks up the phone, you knew he was in the bat cave. Hearing the bat-computer keys and talking. You could only roll your eyes as you talked to him. “Can’t make it. I’m sick” you said. He responded it with a “sick? Stay home. I’ll send Alfred to make you some soup Y/N.” You could only nod before coughing a storm up. If you could see your brother now, he would be frowning with concern.

“It’s not….deadly is it?” “What?! Bruce, no. It’s a cold. Yknow how I get.” You said closing your eyes about to hang up and rest. Bruce only sighed for the other side of the phone. “Alright.” “And Bruce.” “Yeah?” “DONT let the boys know I’m sick. Yknow how they get when I’m sick…” sadly they found out. You didn’t know how or when. But of course you knew who found out first.

Tim found out first, first because you didn’t show to the manor on the daily time you always do. Tim notice Alfred picking up your favorite soup you eat when sick when you use to live here at the manor when he was Robin. Tim frowned, you’re sick. You’re sick, alone, withering away in bed. What kind of nephew would he be if his dear uncle is not with company. So with that, he grabbed some doctor gloves, a face mask, hand sanitizer and Lysol. He was prepared. When Alfred went away to secure the packed soup, Tim took the packed up soup and ran out the door to drive to your house.

Jason surprisingly was the second to find out. He lives with you, like a roommate kinda of thing? So why in the world would he be second? Because he was too busy bleeding out in the manor after a fight and he had to stay in the same manor over night before you had gotten sick. Jason had seen Tim run out the door when he came down the stairs. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion as he also sen that the packed soup was the kind of soup you ate only if you were sick or terribly hungry. But since he knew you weren’t in the manor, he went with the former and immediately dressed up to go see his sick uncle.

Damian, he always knows when something is going on. But he definitely knows when something is going on when he sees his two brothers leave the manor. “Uncle’s sick Titus. Drake has his favorite soup and Todd has his favorite book. Pathetic, they forgot uncle’s heated up blanket.” Damian says with a smirk. Certainly holding it as Titus barks at his owner. “Guess we will pay my uncle a visit, I’ll see you later.” The brown skinned boy said as he pats his beloved dog. Leaving the manor with a shortcut to your house.

Dick was last, and was mad knowing that no one informed him that you were sick! Like cmon, he’s the first Robin and he had more of a bond with you when he was little! So how could his brothers leave him in the dust like that! He immediately got off work and speeded over to your house. He got some of your snacks, a “get well soon” card. And just some flowers, it was perfect. Perfect for the “favorite” nephew of course.

Tim was first at your door and entered using a copy of your spare key, then Jason shoulder rushed Tim like a football player, Damian was going through your window, and dick…dick just stood there watching his little brothers cause havoc. The soup was saved by Damian sliding to catch it, Tim almost had a heart attack as Jason just glares at all the brothers in his “home.”

Damian smirks, ready to get the “best nephew” award by handing you the soup you desire when sick. That was before Jason picked him like a stray cat. “What the hell you’re doing here demon?” “I’m just doing what needs to be done. Helping uncle.” Damian says with a glare. Dick takes Damian out of Jason’s bear grip and then helps Tim up. “Well, arguing isn’t going to help. Let’s just see how unc is doing guys.” All the boys nod in agreement, going inside your room. Tim still looks like a doctor so he was the last one in.

You were surprised, very surprised to see all four of your brother’s kids and your nephews at your house smiling as if they didn’t just break in. You heard them, but you thought you were just hallucinating. Damian gave you the still hot and ready soup on your night stand and your blanket. He wanted to get on your bed and lay with you, but you shook your head no. Not wanting to get him sick. Jason just sat down in a chair you have in your room, watching you closely like a hawk in case something happens. Tim was taking your temperature, asking you about the medicine you have taken. Basically a worried baby worried for his poor “old” uncle. Dick just lays the basket of things he bought for you. Smirking as he made a comment about how he is obviously the “favorite” nephew. That made everyone mad, cue to loud arguing and Damian ready to jump his brother.

As much as the boys loved you, they acted as if you were on your death bed. Which made you kinda mad, but at least they care for you a lot. But the constant arguing was not helping you as headaches started to attack. You coughed loudly as you felt your eyes droop more. You hated being sick, but you mostly hated your peace being ruined.

“Out! Out now!” You yelled with a raspy voice, all the boys stop. Frowning before leaving, except for Jason who stood there with crossed arms. “I live here unc…” you glare before throwing a box of tissues at your buffed up nephew who didn’t seem phased at all. “Not as of now mister, you stay at the manor or whatever you go until I get better.” Jason stayed silent before leaving. Not before putting a bottled up medicine by your bed, with a small note that says “get better.”

[bubbless-s]

૮꒰ ˶Biting as a love language with our favourite hero boys. ˶꒱ა⍣

- ʚɞ genre : fluff

- ʚɞ warnings: OOC

Masterlist

Ben tennyson

• Yelps the first time you do it.

• Over dramatic about it.

• “Why are you eating me.”

• Or cocky theres no between.

• “Am I that handsome that you wanna eat me up??”

•Asks Gwen about it 😭

• After a good while he starts to bite you back as gently as he could.

• It became an inside joke somehow.

• In the summer you can see Bens arms covered in slight teeth marks.

• He doesn’t mind but WILL tease you about it.

• “According to my partner Im tastiest snack out there.”

Lloyd Garmadon

• Bites back in an instant like it’s an instinct.

• “Ah sorry my sunshine-“

• You two have a good laugh about it.

• Imagine the legendary green ninja covered in your teeth marks.

• Kai teases him about it(?)

• Demands kisses everytime after you bite him.

• One bite= one kiss

• Not that it hurts Lloyd it’s like—you give him cuteness aggression.

• You biting Lloyd 🤝 Lloyd blowing raspberries on your stomach.

• Pretty chill with it.

• Doesn’t even mind that sometimes your bites hurt.

Damian Wayne

• “Are you pretending to be Titus?”

• It might seem shocking what Im about to say but he doesn’t really mind— I mean you’re his beloved partner after all!

• The only rule is that you can’t do it in public and only in private.

• Imagine he gets back from a mission or something and you give him the look.

• “Beloved don’t tell me you wanna munch on my skin again.”

• Jokes rarely exit Damians mouth.

• But it looks like he is having great fun with telling you that you and his dog might be related!

• Since you both seem to bite out of affection.

• “Pretending Im your chew toy again?” Damian would say in a ‘mean’ tone. Yes he is joking.

• Don’t get me wrong he would drop kick if someone else does this to him.

• Damian just loves you too much.

[redhood414]

okay so I have a idea for a Damian Wayne x reader if you are up for it (don’t worry it’s tooth rotting fluff)

say Damian is introducing yn to all of his pets and accidentally mentions Goliath his giant dragon bat pet and after hearing he has one more pet they have never met they beg him to introduce them to Goliath and he hesitantly does worrying they will freak out but instead fall’s absolutely in love with goliath and even cuddles him treating him like a puppy making Damian fall more in love with yn

or

maybe like a one shot or something where Damian and yn are trying to introduce their pets to each like Titus and yns pet meeting for the first time since their relationship is becoming more serious but the thing is yns dog is like my pet poodle, dottie, that is more calm, quiet, sweet, and gives everyone a warm and welcoming energy when meeting her, and thinks Titus is scary but then Titus does something sweet like giving yns dog a bone, a Ty of his he likes, or even saving them surprising Damian from the sweet gesture since Titus isn’t usually friendly to other dogs and yn loves Titus even more now and it ends with both dogs becoming friends and yn and Damian more in love then ever

I love this idea so much! Thanks for sharing your idea with me!

Warnings: non. Just fluff and Damian being a cutie.

Pets and love.

You and Damian have been dating for a while now. He's changed over the years as well, became a big softie towards you and very protective. Damian was the kind of lover who was only soft for you, like come on, you're not going to expect him to be soft for other people? People. Not pets. For pets he's always soft, but somehow you haven't had the chance to meet his pets.

Damian was laying with you in his bed while your head was on his chest, listening peacefully to his heartbeat while one off his hands were going through your hair and the other was on your waist. Suddenly you noticed a picture, two dogs were on it. "Hey babe?" You asked, turning your head to look up at him. Damian looked down on you and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, beloved? What is it?" He asked, not stopping with stroking your hair. "You never told me you had pets." You said, going to sit up and pointing at the picture on his desk with the dogs. "Oh, haven't I? My apologies, beloved." He sits up as well, hugging you from behind. "On the picture, those are Ace and Titus." You smiled excitedly. "Can I meet them?? Pretty, please?" You looked at him with your oh so beautiful eyes he can't say no to. He can say no to a lot off things and he's normally easy to say no to someone or something but to those eyes? No way.

So here you two were, now downstairs. "Alfred, where are Titus and Ace?" Damian asked Alfred. Alfred looked in surprise at you. "Ah, miss y/n. I didn't know you were over to visit." He smiled politely and gave a nod. You smiled back. "Damian invited me since he knows I'm in holiday for a while. To spend some quality time with him." In the corner of your eyes you could see Damian getting a pit pinky on his cheeks and you couldn't help but chuckle, kissing his cheeks. Damian cleared his throat and focused on Alfred. "So, as I was asking, do you know where they are?" "I believe master Dick and master Tim are outside, playing with them. Master Dick forced master Tim to take a break so he took Ace and Titus as an excuse." Alfred said, nodding to outside. You grinned when you heard his brothers' names. Dick and Tim were great guys. Before Damian could say anything you grabbed his hand and dragged him. "Come on!!"

When arrived outside, you could see two dogs chasing a ball and a stick. Dick encouraged one off the dogs. "Come on Ace, go fetch!!" Damian and you joined them. Tim looked at you and smiled. "Y/n, good to see you again. How are you?" Dick looked over as well with surprise and then hugged you and gave a teasing smirk at Damian who rolled his eyes. "I'm good!" You said with a smile. "Soo what's up?" Dick asked, looking at Damian. "Y/n wanted to meet my pets." At hearing Damian's name Ace rushed towards him, jumping up on Damian to give him a big lick on his cheek. Your heart melted at the sight. Damian may not be fond of people, but animals? He's the softest. Titus came also, greeting Damian as well. When they saw you, they started sniffing you and licking your hand, Titus jumped up first to try and lick your face. Damian frowned. "Titus, down." You shook your head. "It's fine!" You laughed, petting them both. "By the way, Alfred knocked something off you over today, you should really watch him." Tim said to Damian. You raised an eyebrow in confusion, the butler, knocking something over?? Dick saw your confused expression and laughed. "He means Alfred the cat." "You have a cat??" Your eyes sparkled as you looked at Damian. "Yes, I do. He's probably with the Bat-cow." Your eyes sparkled. And a cow too?! Does he have every animal alive??

In the stable when you saw the cat and the cow you couldn't keep your hands off them both. The cat purred against your leg and the cow nudged it's head against your hand to per her. "Were those all your pets, baby?" You ask Damian ask you continue patting the two animals. Damian shook his head and started too say something. "No, I have Goli-...no that's all I mean.." He cleared his throat. You can't know he has a pet dragon. It'll scare you away and of all the things in his life, you're the one thing he can't loose. "Goli...?" You encourage. Having heard a half name. But not fully yet. Damian was hesitating to tell you. "So, beloved, if I tell you this, you can't tell anyone or be scared okay?" You nod, frowning as you listen to him. "His name is Goliath. He's my dragon." Your eyes widen and you stare in surprise at him. "Your...what now?" You weren't screaming so that was good. "Yes...uh..it's a long story on how I met him. I can show you a picture though. Of him" you nod your head with excitement and lean over his shoulder to look with him at his phone. "Aw he's so cute!!" Damian tried to surpress a grin when you said that, but failed. He gave you a kiss on your cheek. Did he tell you already he loved you? Oh yes probably, why not say it anyways?

"I love you more then anything, beloved."

[thesuperiorrobin]

Message between the two of you

(I’m like so mad bc I deleted social media and I went back to redownloading it but the app got taken off the app store 😒”

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Y/n: you have money right?

Damian: no I’m dirt broke poor.

What kind of questions is that?

Y/n: Jesus i was just making sure 😒

But anyway!

Can you do me a huge favor?

Damian: anything for you

Y/n: Can you like buy Apple and then make a single pink heart emoji? Bc these 💕💗💖💞💓 are not like this ❤️♥️💙💜💛🖤

Damian: what’s wrong with those?

Y/n: everything!

Like can you believe they made this 🫀but couldn’t make a fucking pink emoji.

Damian: I’ll see what I can do

Y/n Thank you 😘

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Y/n: okay so about the math homework

Damian: I’ll send you the answers

Y/n: thx Pookie-bear😘

Damian: you can do it on your own

Y/n: OKAY SORRY

Thank you Mr. Al Ghul Wayne😌

Damian: Pookie-bear is fine with me

Y/n: never thought Id see the Damian wayne type Pookie bear.

Damian: beloved do you want the answers or not?

Y/n: yes please🤲

Thx babes love you with all my heart 😘

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Damian: open your window

Y/n: no.

Damian: are you still mad at me beloved?

Y/n: no

Damian: your foods going to get cold if you don’t open up

Y/n: ugh fine give me a minute

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Damian: what the hell is twilight?!

Todd won’t stop talking about it

Y/n: OMG ITS LIKE A CINEMATIC MASTER PIECE.

Hold I have the DVDs. Your front gates and doors better be open by the time I get there.

Damian: Do we have too??

Y/n: you Don’t wanna spend time with your girlfriend? 🥹

Even after you’ve been gone for a month straight 🥹

Damian: my gates and doors are open.

Y/n: good. Be prepared to have your mind blown by this weird, cringy, funny, sad, supernatural films.

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Y/n: we should get married in Las Vegas

Y’know like elope or something

Weddings in Las Vegas are actually cheap

Just say fuck it and Start a new life after and get new identities. And get away from it all

Damian: that doesn’t sound bad actually

But you deserves more then just a crappy five dollar wedding at Las Vegas out of all places. We’re better then that. 

You, beloved, deserve a grand wedding, with so many people, a perfect dress, perfect decor perfect everything.

Y/n: Can Titus be our ring bearer?🥹

Damian: anything you want it to be. Heck Drake can be the the flower boy. We’ll see our options after we graduate high school—————————————————————————

Do you think Jason’s team Edward or team Jacob

I think he’s team Edward.

Same thing with Damian. Is he a Edward or Jacob fan. 🤔🤔🤔🤔

[dairy-farmer]

Back to preach the church of my beloved! Civilian Tim! \( ^o^)/ rejoice!

You know who's LONELY? Damian.

He comes to the house of his Father to find not the titan his mother spoke of, but a broken man. One who is pulling himself together, slowly, painfully, with the help of his friends.

It seems SOMEONE ratted him out Clark Kent and Diana Prince, two totally random civilians *cough cough*. And they knew it was SERIOUS if an informant took the time to track down their secret identity. Pulled Bruce back from the edge as only his PEERS and EQUALS can. Yes sir, no emotional support Robin's HERE!

But... that is the problem.

The LAST Robin is now Todd. Who DIED in that uniform. Father is VEHEMENTLY against him wearing anything of the sort. All efforts to prove his worth only serving to somehow prove he is NOT worthy. He... he does not understand.

He takes Titus for another walk.

He is talking him for many walks, these days.

Accidentally wanders closer to a neighboring Manor then he intended. Wait... it's not empty? Aren't the Drake's in Peru? He checks his phone. They are. Then... who?

There, in the sunroom, is Timothy Drake. And he is BEAUTIFUL. Camera in hand, he has set up an artistic display, is attempting to capture just the right angle. Is made soft and golden in the light. Surrounded by lush greenery in Gothams otherwise bleak and stubborn weeds. He manages his shot. Face made soft in his little triumph, a private grin only Damian is there to witness.

Damian's mouth feels dry. His heart races. Face hot.

Everything feels different, after that day.

There is so much to LEARN.

Timothy is top of his class, unsurprisingly. A master of skateboarding. Has entered, WON, many of Gotham's Photography competitions. The compositions he enters are of course, exquisite. Damian studies all of it. His food preferences. How he takes his tea. What clothing he will and will not tolerate. His ideological stances. His internet history. Preferred camera brands.

Timothy is... is alone. Like him. Brilliant and unappreciated. The Heir made for the sake of an heir, who's Father's do not know what to do with them. The Drake's thought to marry him off, once. Before he came out. Are supportive but had no secondary plans. They barely had plans to begin with. Timothy endures.

They... they could be great together. Damian watches. Sees. How Timothy slips on his mask of social grace and affablility. A charming little prince. Perfectly calculated smiles and practiced PR laughs. Made to be loved by the elite. To be without flaw. It exhausts him.

Leaves stiff shoulders and aching feet. He could sooth them. Together, he could so easily imagine how they would lead this city to a better age. Him the Night, Timothy the Prince. Galas and bloodshed and Together. Never lonely again.

No one notices him watching.

He was trained by the best after all. And Bruce is too wrapped up in his drama to look. Damian... fixates. As only his mother's son could possibly fixate.

Tim? His attempts at dating end in abject failure. Every peer he tries to date? Some how their family gets exposed for criminals and they either end up in jail or leaving Gotham. A school mate? Gang or Goon, much the same. Dating site! Maybe date someone OUTSIDE of Gotham, he thinks.

Suddenly ghosted. Or they ALSO turn out to be criminals.

It's getting to be ridiculous.

It's like someone's taking out the competition or something! He throws back a drink in aggravation. Happy 18th Baby Wayne. Wooo. GDI he's gonna die single. Tim hides in a corner and sulks. I mean... what were the ODDS that the last one was a SUPERVILLIAN? Good apparently! Since this keeps happening!

Then? Oh.

Oh Baby Wayne Grew UP. Muscles for daaaays. Is that his favorite cologne? Huh, weird coincidence. Nice though. It's like someone tried to bundle every one of his preferences into one person. Aaand he's being DELIGHTFULLY manhandled back into a quiet corner~ Hello~~☆ Hi~♡

Damian? Here for his husband. They will be courting now. He has come to seduce you. Has everything planned out. Pick a season for our wedding and a preferred venue, he has everything else ready to go. Now excuse him while he eats you out until you cry, Timothy Wayne.

Drags you back to his bedroom and fills you, until you forget where you end and he begins. Fulfills every fantasy you've ever had and creates more you've dared not dream off. Desecrates every single surface we can find, until the whole Manor is painted with us. Then do it again in yours.

Damians long term plan pays off. He is an obsessive lil freak but Tim's deeply kinda into that. Does the AL Ghul name proud! Everyone else is horrified~☆

-🐼🐼🐼

damitim

damian obsessing over tim because of his emotionally absent father makes perfect sense!!

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

i feel like secret!reader would be the bunny owner type

Here's... not that.

You look up from checking on Titus, keeping up a running commentary o what you're doing and how he's looking. To see Damian standing in the doorway.

"He'll be thrilled to see you," you assure him. "He's doing well. No fever. Just some pain."

"You did good work," Damian said, "Thank you." He knew he should say he was wrong about you. He should apologize. But- right now he only had one question. "How do you move so quietly?"

"My uncle was a wildlife photographer," you explain, smiling a little. "He taught me."

Damian huffed and stepped forward, stroking Titus' head and smiling a little when he licked sleepily at his hands, tail twitching. "Is that why you became a veterinarian?"

"Partly," you acknowledge. "Mostly the family business just didn't need me. My sister was the one they planned on. I was just a spare- hedging their bets I guess."

He scoffed again and looked at you. Your scars are covered. Mostly. He can see a flash of scar tissue on your forearm where your sleeve is pulled up, and gloves obscured your hands. And a turtleneck obscured where your throat had been slashed. But nothing could hide the voice. At odds with your kind eyes. Still, he nodded slightly. It didn't bother Titus. He leaned into your patting and his tongue lolled out- undignified to be sure but. He was still on some drugs, it was forgivable under the circumstances.

You smile a little and turn to go. Anxious to be home. To hug your cat and crawl into your more familiar bed, only to collide with Bruce on your way to get your things. "Thank you," he said sincerely, glancing at where his son was stroking his beloved pet.

"Any time," you answer, avoiding his eyes, hiding your hands in your pockets, feeling uncomfortable.

"We'll call," Bruce said nodding, "You're the first vet Damian hasn't reduced to tears."

"Well," you snort ruefully, "He does know how hard I can swing a bat."

"There is that," Bruce chuckled. He should probably not laugh. But then- Damian HAD been warned. He just hadn't realized it wasn't just Jason he'd have to contend with. And Bruce figured it was a lesson well learned.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

My Beloved Lazarus

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IKc6mZq by MrsJasonTodd “When he had said these things, he cried out with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out.” The man who had died came out, his hands and feet bound with linen strips, and his face wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to them, “Unbind him, and let him go.”” ‭‭ Jason Todd has known his best friend since the 3rd grade, when she took the chance to befriend the strange kid that only ever played by himself on the playground. And though the two were quite the odd pair, they were inseparable. As they matured, their bond deepened, never growing apart even as everything around them changed. But as a sudden tragedy strikes, it shatters their idyllic world and tears them apart. The aftermath is cruel and unforgiving, the deep scars forever lingering. But despite the distance and the passage of time, their hearts never truly let go of the tender love they once knew. Each tried to move on, but memories of their childhood and the bond they shared lingered. Eventually, the red string of fate in its clever, clever ways, will find a way to draw them back together by the very stitching of their wounds. Words: 2128, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Duke Thomas, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Joker (DCU), Talia al Ghul Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s), Jason Todd/Reader, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Second Chances, There Was Only One Bed, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Protective Jason Todd, Jason Todd Has Issues, Resurrected Jason Todd, Best Friends, Fluff and Angst, Stalking, Wedding Fluff, Miscommunication, Romantic Comedy, Sad with a Happy Ending, Soulmates, Kissing in the Rain, Jealous Jason Todd, Forced Proximity, Rescue, Reunions, Character Development, bad timing read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IKc6mZq

[gay-dorito-dust]

(Idk if ur rq are open bc I can't find any indication of it being, but I hope it is and if it isn't km sorry and h can just ignore this until they are!!)

Maybeee bat boys x reader who zones out a lot and tends to make faces according to what she's thinking abt. Like a smile or frown. And sometimes when they ask her what's up she's all secretive and what not.

Thank you!!

I dunno if I did this right but here ya go!

Dick makes a game out of it and tries to guess what you were thinking about.

Even if you don’t tell him why you’re smiling or making a face of thought, he is surprisingly good at being able to figure it out regardless, but for every expression he gets wrong you’d have to give him double the kisses for the ones he gets right to make up for it.

He loves watching your face contort like a ventriloquist through a rapid fire of emotions depending on what your mind has decided to remind you of, and today it was the memory of Hayley in her Halloween costume of Nightwing, just to match with Dick in his Nightwing suit as he prepared to enter the bloodhaven annual Nightwing contest.

Basically a contest where people deduce if anyone had a similar ass shape to Nightwing himself, a contest you find ridiculous but the imagine of Hayley in her Halloween costume was the sweetest thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on, that you couldn’t help but smile widely at.

You had albums full of Hayley in her Halloween costume with Dick photobombing in the background.

‘What’s on that pretty little mind of yours sweetheart?’ Dick would often ask.

‘Something silly.’ You’d reply with on the odd occasion as to keep him guessing, finding his attempts fun and only giving him pity kisses when he got a majority of them wrong. He had only got a handful right before but on all the other occasions he’s fails spectacularly.

‘Something silly like the time I lost the nightwing contest to Jason that one time?’ He answers wrongly but you couldn’t help but give him a pity kiss for being somewhat right but wrong simultaneously.

‘Sure darling.’ You’d say as you went back to zoning out on Hayley in her Halloween costume while dick burrows his face into your neck, murmuring about how of all people did Jason won the contest when they look nothing alike before going on about how Jason was a brick shit house in comparison to his muscular yet flexible body.

You’ll have to give him more pity kisses to ease his bruised ego by saying he wins all the Nightwing contests in your eyes. When in reality Hayley wins them all just for the fact of being adorable.

Damian found it weird at first for your face to be expressive, believing that it would make you an easy target for others to take advantage of.

Now however he finds it to be a way of expressing how you actually felt in comparison to the words that escape your mouth. He often discouraged zoning out as it would lead to unfavourable outcomes, but when you zone out and your face becomes soft Damian couldn’t help but find himself looking at you with a soft expression of his own.

‘What are you think about my beloved?’ He’d ask you as he hugs you from behind, resting his head upon your shoulder.

‘Nothing that you would find investing my love.’ You replied softly as the fond smile on your face grew the more you thought about the one time Damian chased Titus throughout the mansion because the Great Dane has somehow stole his robin suit and wouldn’t let go.

Damian kisses your shoulder. ‘Are you sure it’s not something I should be concerned about?’ He’d then ask.

You smile softly. ‘Not at all dami, just a funny thought is all.’ You told him while moving your head to kiss his forehead as though to calm his own thoughts. He hums, not believing you for a second from the mischievous glint in your eyes but was more than willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, just because he adored you so much.

‘As you wish my treasure.’ Your thoughts were your thoughts and Damian wouldn’t pry into them unless you wanted him to, so he just watched your expression carefully and deduced what you were feeling and link it to whatever memory would gain an happy, fond expression and leave it at that.

Jason loves your expressive face, he really does and will playfully pester you about what you were asking a face at while softly pinching your sides as you giggled.

Jason loved watching you as you zone out, perhaps reminiscing about a recent memory or other, and watching your face show how you felt about that particular moment.

‘Whatcha thinking about chipmunk?’ He’d ask from his place on the kitchen counter that he chose to admire you from. ‘Was it about little old me?’ He’d then ask cheekily as you playfully groan, shoving a hand to his face and pushing him away.

‘As if.’ You’d reply before walking away but Jason will continue to pester you about what you were thinking for the rest of the day. He’s just a little shit that you’ve come to love more then anything. Your thoughts were more than not occupied by how comfortable he had gotten with you over the course of your relationship and how happy you were for him.

Though you’d never say such a thing in front of him as he’ll use it against you however he could while giving you the softest, most beloved look upon his gorgeous face. Jason was your weakness and the only thing that you always thought about whether it be his autopsy scars, his white ruff of hair that you found immensely adorable and his plush lips that you want to kiss constantly.

Jason is more then content in just watching your face, but don’t be surprised that he kisses your furrowed brow when he sees your face become troubled, he wants his sweetheart to be happy not troubled because that’s what you deserve. You don’t need words to describe how happy you were for Jason to be able to read the emotion crossing your face, and Jason was more than happy to be of reassurance for when you needed it.

Bruce is amused whenever you made a face at something, or nothing in particular.

Like Damian he views it as a way of expressing your inner most feelings towards something or someone without having to vocalise it. It intrigues him as it’s not often that he comes across someone who wears their emotions across their face like you, after all Gotham if filled with some of the most guarded people to ever exist, him included.

It’s fascinating but even he got a little curious when you were smiling a little too widely one day, silently chuckling to yourself as you tried to get ready for bed.

‘What is making you laugh my dear.’ Bruce would ask as he sets aside his novel, moving to his side to look at you while the hand at your waist drew soothing patterns into your skin.

‘Nothing.’ You said as you chuckled.

‘Are you sure it’s nothing? Seems like you might be reminiscing of the time at the iceberg lounge where I mistakenly striped down to my boxers and tabletop danced.’ Bruce replied and all you could do is look at him with a somewhat shocked expression, you knew he was good but you kept forgetting just how good he was at deducting it always caught you off guard.

‘How-‘ you began.

‘Detective remember.’ Bruce chuckled slightly as he kissed your forehead.

‘But that was too specific of a memory for you to guess correctly.’ You rebutted, wanting to know how he knew about that particular memory.

‘It’s not too difficult for me to differentiate between the facial expressions you have towards each and every time you zone out my dear, so while it maybe impossible to believe but to me it’s as easy as breathing.’ Bruce replied as he brought you into his chest. He really did take the time out of his day to memories and learn the smallest of differences between your facial expressions, so much to the point where could tell whether the thing you were zoning out on was a good memory or not.

‘I’m not sure whether to be flattered or not.’ You murmured to yourself as you rested again his strong chest, tracing the many, many scars it possessed with featherlight touches and affection in the form of small kisses pepper against them.

Bruce only tightens his hold on you and kisses the top of your head as he hums. ‘Flattered preferably as the expression you make is sweet and warm.’ He tells you with his voice heavy with sleep.

‘Flattery it is.’ You said sluggishly as you cuddled yourself into his chest, clinging onto him for dear life as he kept you close, presenting the door his back out of his need to keep you safe and secure.

[littlemourningstarr]

Attempting to write every prompt on this list! (Part 11/15, StephTalia)

-  “we don’t have to go out if you’re not ready for it, y’know.”

Stephanie held her breath, heard Damian’s footsteps through the manor, Titus lumbering beside him. She’d heard the rather loud mother and had nearly jumped out of her skin-

Mostly, because Talia had been in the middle of exploring it, with deft, warm fingertips. And not for the first time.

Talia was watching her, in the dark of the library, those jade eyes she’d given Damian seeming to take in every thought that raced through Stephanie’s mind. “The world would not end,” she whispered, “if I was found with you, sweetling.”

“Oh it might,” Stephanie whispered, so afraid Damian would hear them, even though she was fairly sure he was gone now. “I mean- not only would I have Bruce on my ass for being with his ex and baby mama- but then Damian would probably skin me alive for, ya know…” Stephanie paused, before adding in a rush, “sleeping with his mom.”

Talia smiled, a quirk to those full, dark lips, and she leaned in, pressed a warm kiss to the bridge of Stephanie’s nose. It was affectionate, sweet- made Stephanie’s belly flutter in a swarm of butterflies.

“Do not fear Bruce,” she teased, “he is harmless.” Oh, Stephanie begged to differ. “As for Damian…” Talia paused, and Stephanie swore the woman almost laughed. “I don’t believe we need to inform him of our intimacies.”

“Oh god I wasn’t going to, but he’ll know. That kid knows everything.” Talia stepped back, gave Stephanie room to push herself off the bookshelf she had been so closely pressed to. Stephanie reached up, trying to tame her hair- Talia’s fingers had pulled the blonde waves into wild tufts. Talia reached out, gently guided Stephanie’s hands away, and smoothed it down herself.

“We don’t have to go out,” she said, looking so kindly at Stephanie- and oh, how many people got to see this side of Talia? “If you’re not ready for it. You wait here and I will find my son, and he will never know. No one will.”

Just like no one had, over Talia’s past few visits. And it was nice that she was appearing, that she was integrating herself back into Damian’s life- and Stephanie hadn’t planned this, but Talia was beautiful, and when she looked at Stephanie…

Stephanie melted. She didn’t even know how this had all started.

“I’m sorry,” Stephanie offered, quietly, and Talia took her hands, gave them a squeeze.

“No apologies, beloved.” Another squeeze, and Talia’s thumbs were rubbing into Stephanie’s hands. “When your heart is ready, I will be here.”

Stephanie nodded, and Talia let go of her hands, swept from the library like the wind itself. She heard Talia calling out to Damian, and closed her eyes, biting at her lip.

[redhood414]

Okay so I know that I already asked it I’m going to ask if maybe we can turn this into a possible part 2 or something? maybe like a one shot or something where Damian and yn are trying to introduce their pets to each like Titus and yns pet meeting for the first time since their relationship is becoming more serious but the thing is yns dog is like my pet poodle, dottie, that is more calm, quiet, sweet, and gives everyone a warm and welcoming energy when meeting her, and thinks Titus is scary but then Titus does something sweet like giving yns dog a bone, a Ty of his he likes, or even saving them surprising Damian from the sweet gesture since Titus isn’t usually friendly to other dogs and yn loves Titus even more now and it ends with both dogs becoming friends and yn and Damian more in love then ever

A/n:Loved that idea! This is so cute. Sorry this is short, it's rushed but I had motivation and wanted to write this out😌✨

Meeting the pets. (P.2)

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After you got to meet the pets of Damian, which were lovely and you adored all of them. Damian loved you even more seeing the interaction between the animals and you, not to speak of the way they immediately took a liking to you. All of them.

Later on the week you suggested that Ace should meet your little poodle, Olive. Damian replied that he didn't think it was a good idea, after all Ace was a guard dog and a big one too. After some pleading and saying it'll be good for Ace to meet another kind of dog Damian agreed. You know he can't say no to you, especially when you put those emojis where he compares them with your puppy eyes when you want something. It's a small victory for you.

The week passes quick and the day comes to meet up with each other. Luckily on the day itself it was sunny. Even thought the weather often was really bad, today fate was on your luck side. Though, it was very windy. Your lover said to meet up at the public park. Big enough for the dogs to play with each other. Eventually it was 10 and exactly, like he always was, just like his father, was he there stipt. You were a few minutes later, 3, or something. On the first dates of your relationship he always complained about it. Now he'd gotten used to it and didn't say anything about it. He wore a black coat and neat shoes. A dark blue scarf around his neck. Like it was for a fancy dinner. He always wanted to show his importance, now it's just to show off to you, knowing you found him incredibly handsome, even his scars. You always adored them. Ever. Single. One. It's now a daily thing to remind him his beauty, inside and out.

He smiled as he saw you, Ace, sitting next to him on the leash. Your poodle wagged its tail excitedly and went closer to Ace, Ace sniffed Olive, curious and a bit hesitant but soon Olive made sign to play. You undid the collar and smiled, seeing Olive giving Ace a small lick on his nose. Ace sneezed and you heard a chuckle beside you, Damian seemed amused and happy. He glanced at you, smiling and pressing a kiss to your forehead as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder while watching the dogs play and whispering. "Everyday is another day where I fall even harder for you, my beloved."

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Let's all agreed Damian in a black coat and all fancy dressed....🌚

[theaceofarrows]

[thesuperiorrobin]

“Is that my shirt”

❥Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

❥word count: 1.2k

❥ft: Titus. Mentions of Selina Kyle

❥Summary: playing with Titus a fun but sometimes he gets a little to competitive

❥warning: fluff,mild-cursing

Gotham had its unusual weather all wear long from being gloomy, cold and dark to being hot, sunny and bright. And you enjoy these Unusual days. That’s because you get to spend your time with Titus. Damian's Great Dane. Damian doesn’t mind of course cause that just means he gets to spend time with you but there’s just a small hint of jealousy when he spends more time with his dog then him. Which makes you laugh a little if you really think about it.

The weather today was over eighty degrees out. And you two were sweating up a storm out in his backyard as you, him and Titus played catch with a frisbee. You and Titus against Damian. Fair game honestly since Damian is counted as more than one person. I mean have you seen his stigma. Boys fast.

You watched carefully as Damian threw the frisbee in your direction. You pay Titus head before saying:

“Go get it boy!”

The Great Dane barks before making a run for it, towards the flying toy. He leaps—catching the plastic toy in his mouth before landing on his paws. You clap happily as Damian huffs. Titus makes his way back to you. Almost as if the dog was skipping happily too.

“Oh you’re such a good boy Titus!” You scratch his head taking the plastic circle out of his mouth “oh yes you are!”

Titus lets out a loud bark. His tongue sticking out and his tail wagging back and forth quickly.

“Ok get ready It’s my turn”

You wipe his flober off the frisbee with your shirt so that it won’t slip from your trap when you throw it.

And you threw it, flying above in a somewhat straight line. Damian of course caught it without struggling to do so, making him yell out in victory. You roll your eyes.

Having a dog on your team has its pros and cons. They can do whatever you have them to do perfectly or not so perfectly. Maybe you should have called out saying you ‘got it’ or something because once Damian threw it, the frisbee was coming at you, and you obviously could have caught it—if you didn’t count the times it almost slipped past your fingers. Titus was running right to you at full speed—waiting for him to catch it.

Next thing the air is being knocked out of you literally and you're falling and holding your breath is you called into Damians huge pool.

“Shit!” Damian yells out as he makes his way to you with Titus following right behind. Damian called out your name one last time before jumping into the pool without hesitation.

He pulls you back up as you let out a couple of small coughs. Your small coughs turn into a fit of giggles.

“Are you alright, beloved?” With Worried concern in his voice you nod letting out a small laugh. Damian brushes your wet hair out of your face.

“I’m alright Dame’s” you say “I’m just surprised is all”

Titus lets out a bark then a small whine. You could tell he feels bad by the way he lowers his face to the ground.

“Aw it’s alright Titus. I know you didn’t mean it, plus I’m alright”

Titus' head quickly goes back up as he barks twice, which means he’s back to being happy. Something you learned a while ago about the big dog. He leaps forward.

“Titus no!”

You and Damian both yelled out in sync as he jumped into the pool, Damian pulled out closer to him out of habit of his protectiveness.

“Oh dear”

You glance up at the well known British accent. With a nervous laugh you waved at the butler. Who waved back slowly as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

“Hi Alfred. How are you doing?”

“I’m doing quite well Miss.L/n thank you for asking. Mhm what about you and master Damian? how are you two holding up in the pool in this weather?”

Damian pulled himself off from the pool before kneeling down and extending his own arms to help you out.

“Pennyworth, go fetch us some dry towels” Damian says eyeing you as you squeeze and twist your hair to get rid of any water

“Please?” You glance back at Damian.

“Very well master Damian. Although it would be nice to hear just a mere please from you. Maybe start taking lessons from your well mannered girlfriend beside you” Alfred sassed out as Damian grumbled something under his breath and you hit his shoulder gently.

Titus, who was already out of the pool and standing right beside you started to shake himself drying, leaving you and Damian to cry out to him to stop.

You two were soaking wet again.

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With a towel wrapped around your hair to dry it. With your still wet clothes on you glance around Damian's closet. Surely he won’t mind right? Damians been gone for almost thirty minute to find you some spare clothes from his now step-mother Selene Kyle. If you waited any longer you're sure you would be catching a cold the next day. Grabbing a shirt that looked liked out of his taste and spare shorts you quickly changed. You shivered as the cold air hit you leaving you with goosebumps. You let out a small sigh feeling warm in his clothes. Felling a small nudge to your leg you look down a smile.

“Hello Titus” you notice a towel in his mouth and watch as he drops it near your foot. “Aw you want me to dry you too?”

Titus sits. So that’s a yes. You let out a small laugh, grappling the towel off from the floor you walk over to Damians bed and sit down. You Pat your lap gently singling the Great Dane to walk over to you and he sits in between your legs as you pat him dry.

“Geez Titus you’re still wet”

“Is that my shirt?”

Knowing who it was, you hum. “Yes. Sorry you took too long and I was getting cold. Hope you don’t mind”

Damian shakes his head as he walks over to you and sits down on his bed next to you “I don’t mind beloved. Sorry about the trouble Titus caused you”

“It’s alright I needed to cool off anyway. Titus just happened to have a great idea. Isn’t that right Titus” He barks loudly, tail wagging as he still sits on the ground. “See?”

Damian's hair was still wet. Noticing the small water droplets falling from the strands of his hair you take your towels from your head and place it on his. Catching his attention.

“Your hair is still wet, your going to catch a cold”

“I don’t catch colds beloved I’m—“

“ a trained assassin with a great immune system yeah I know” you roll your eyes, gently dabbing his hair dry.

Leaning done you place a small kiss on his lips, smiling as you lean back “there all done”

“Thank you beloved”

Apparently Titus was feeling a little jealous as he got up and barked once and started to shake the remaining water droplets on his hairs.

“Titus!”

[alycosworld]

Harmless Trouble

Damian Wayne X Reader

A/N: woo this took a while to write. I love Damian so much he's amazing <3

also, I included Cass, Steph, Jason and Duke because even though they're not in the dcamu or young justice tv show (well, they are but we haven't seen much of them as people yet) and I haven't read many of the comics (basically none), I included them because I know what their stories are and I know their personalities. I originally thought about leaving them out but it felt wrong and very dry since they bring a lot of personality.

btw this has not been edited or checked yet, sorry for mistakes. I promise I'll get round to it.

thanks for reading and enjoy the story!

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"Damian?" You asked, looking at your boyfriend whose head laid in the crook of your neck.

"Yes, Beloved?" He asked, pulling his eyes off the movie on the TV in front of you and lifting his head to turn his attention to you.

"Am I ever gonna get to meet your family?" You asked quietly, the noise from the movie drowning out as you looked into each other's eyes.

"What?" Damian breathed out. Although you had been together for almost a year, Damian had no intention of introducing you to his family any time soon.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be pushy, it's just...well, it'd be nice to meet the other people in your life. If you don't want me to, it's okay." You smiled at him and Damian sighed before beginning his explanation.

"Initially, I didn't want you to meet my family because they are rather...strange." Damian started.

"I was afraid that they'd scare you off, so I put it aside. Of course, I knew it would have to happen someday, but I forgot about it. I wanted you to myself for a little bit longer." Damian said, and you chuckled at his confession.

"Even if your family hates me, I'm not gonna leave you." You grinned.

"They won't hate you, Beloved. I don't think anyone could." Damian smirked.

"Yeah right." You rolled your eyes.

"As of right now, my family doesn't know you exist. Maybe I could introduce you slowly." Damian said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You grinned.

"You'll see."

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"Oh hey, Demon's back. Where've you been?" Jason asked as Damian entered the living room after returning from your place. Jason and Steph sat around the coffee table while Tim and Duke packed up some Uno cards, deeming the game too dangerous to play in their household.

"Out." Damian said simply. Usually, when his family asked where he had gone after visiting you, he would tell a convincing lie. A vague answer like this, however, might give them a hint about his lover.

"Out doing what?" Tim asked.

"None of your concern, Drake." He said, slumping on the couch and petting Titus with his right hand.

Cass entered the room and as she sat down, noticed the rings on Damian's right hand. Three silver rings with simple but pretty designs on them. Two were stacked on his middle finger while the third sat on his ring finger. Cass stared at them, only stopping when Damian spoke.

"Something wrong?" Damian asked, looking at Cass.

"You wear rings?" She asked, making the other three in the room direct their attention to the jewellery Damian was wearing.

"Wow, I didn't even notice. And they're nice too, I didn't think you had taste." Steph said.

"I didn't think you owned any jewellery." Jason shrugged.

"I've had them for a while. They were a gift." Damian said. You had given him the rings a long time ago, actually. A few months into your relationship, Damian's birthday came up. You saw them and thought they would look nice on him, so that's what you got him (amongst other things). The blush on his face when you flat out told him that you thought they'd look very pretty on him was prominent and adorable, you have never let it go.

Normally, he'd take the rings off and hide them in a drawer or coat pocket when he was with his family, but when he was with you or alone, he wouldn't care who was looking.

"A gift from who?" Duke asked.

"Again, none of your concern." Damian said.

"What are we talking about?" Dick asked as he and Barbara entered the room.

"Damian's hiding something." Steph said.

"What, did he kill someone?" Barbara asked casually.

"No, I didn't. I simply got home and they started pestering me with questions." Damian glared at Jason, Tim, Steph and Cass.

"Got home from where?" Dick asked.

"That's what we wanna know!" Jason said. Damian groaned and started walking towards the stairs, Titus trailing behind him.

"Hey, where're you going?" Dick asked.

"To my room. Will you all stop asking questions?" Damian folded his arms.

"We would if you gave us an answer!" Tim said.

"You know you can tell us anything, right?" Dick asked, looking at him with sincerity in his eyes.

"Right." Damian just nodded and deadpanned at Dick, raising his eyebrows as if to say "whatever" and then disappearing up the stairs.

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Damian kept dropping subtle hints that something was up (well, really he just stopped being so careful about hiding your relationship). The Batfamily was frazzled. First, it was just the people who were there in the living room, but that soon extended to Bruce and even Alfred, partially.

"What is he up t--?" Tim stopped himself when he heard Damian's voice. Everyone except him were gathered in the living room, presenting their theories and evidence on Damian's big mystery while Alfred made cookies and pitched in occasionally.

"What else did you find?" Damian asked, holding his phone in front of him and talking to someone the others currently couldn't see on FaceTime.

"Oh god, this one is bad! People think you're Batman!" The unknown person laughed on the other end of the phone - that unknown person being you.

"Well that's a ridiculous notion." Damian said, trying to hide the smile on his face which didn't go unnoticed by everyone intensely examining him as he walked straight past them, towards the kitchen, and grabbed a cookie, nodding at Alfred in silent gratitude. Damian paid them no mind, focusing on you.

"Right? You're way too tiny to be Batman." You chuckled, making Damian frown and glare at you through the phone.

"That's-- you're being intentionally unpleasant, aren't you." Damian narrowed his eyes at you.

"Joking about your height is just too fun, Dames, I'm sorry." You giggled. Everyone perked up at that - who on this earth is allowed to call Damian Wayne "Dames"?

"That's a lie. You're not sorry." Damian said, beginning to smile a little at your laughter.

"You've grown three inches in four years!" You laughed.

"Four inches, actually." Damian grumbled.

"Oh, my apologies, Damian. Forgive me for my grave error." You said dramatically.

"Wait, you have a cookie? Can I have some?" You asked.

"Of course, I'll just pass it through the screen or zeta-tube it to your home." Damian said sarcastically.

"Asshole." You grumbled.

"What was that?" Damian asked, in a slightly teasing tone. Everyone just stared at Damian in surprise, except for Alfred, who seemed to know something no one else did.

"You heard me, Wayne." You grinned, continuing the conversation as Damian walked back upstairs without giving his family so much asa glance.

"Wh-what was that?" Tim asked.

"Damian has...friends?" Duke wondered aloud.

"One friend. Singular. Don't give him too much credit." Jason said.

"Okay, has anyone ever seen that person before?" Dick asked, and everyone shook their heads. Dick ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Why would he hide his friend from us?" Dick asked.

"Because we would tease him and pester his friend." Barbara said.

"Well, yeah but that's just normal stuff - everyone does that. Besides, if it's just his friend we wouldn't be too annoying about it." Tim said.

"Maybe they're more than a friend?" Bruce offered, and there was a short silence before everyone burst into laughter.

"Are you serious, Bruce? This is Damian we're talking about." Jason laughed.

"Yeah. You're his father, don't you know that Damian has no interest in romance, like, at all?" Steph giggled.

"He's eighteen, I'm sure he's at least thought about it." Bruce said.

"He has. He doesn't like it." Cass said.

"Yeah, he thinks it's a waste of time. It's Damian - he likes fighting, animals and insulting other people." Barbara said.

"Mostly Drake." Damian added, entering the room without his phone this time.

"Are you planning a mission? What are you all discussing here?" Damian asked, when in reality, he had heard the whole thing. Yes, he may have thought romance was pointless in the past, but it became very difficult to ignore his uncontrollable feelings for you and he decided to give it a shot.

"Nothing, we just..." Barbara started, unsure of how to phrase what she wanted to say.

"We just wanna know what all that was about. Who was that?" Duke asked.

"Who?" Damian asked, playing dumb.

"Oh, come on, you know! The person you were just on the phone with." Dick sighed.

"(Y/N)?" Damian asked nonchalantly.

"You're on a first-name basis with them?" Duke mumbled.

"Damian, who are they?" Tim asked.

"It's not important." Damian said.

"Doesn't matter, we wanna know!" Jason said.

"Yeah, you were so...nice to them. It was unsettling. Are they your friend?" Steph asked.

Damian stayed quiet for a moment. Should he just tell them? He didn't know. Give it more time, maybe? But you've been together for so long, maybe it'll be fine if he just tells them.

"We're dating." He mumbled, but it was so quiet and rushed that the words were incomprehensible.

"Sorry, what?" Tim asked.

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed." Damian said, walking away quickly so they wouldn't see the red that began to tint his cheeks.

"Wait, Damian--!" He had already ran up the stairs and they heard his door close, meaning that they had done something wrong.

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Damian flopped onto his bed and Titus curled up next to him, resting his head on his stomach in an act of comfort. Damian stroked his fur a couple of times, calming down a bit and then pulling out his phone to call you. You picked up almost instantly, smiling before seeing Damian's face. Although he rarely smiled, you could tell how he was feeling through the tiniest chmages in his usually stoic expression. His face was red and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, making your eyes fill with concern.

"Dames? You okay?" You asked.

"I tried telling my family about you." He said, not bothering with any sort of preface.

"What happened?" You asked.

"It came out...quieter than I anticipated. And they didn't hear me. I didn't want to repeat it." Damian said.

"Hey, it's fine. It's overwhelming, I get it. I mean we've been together for a while. I was stressed telling my closest friends that I even had a boyfriend, and we were like three months in. It's okay." You smiled, and Damian ran a hand through his hair, nodding slightly.

"They kept asking so many questions after they saw me calling you." Damian said.

"Yeah, people do that. But they're not trying to be mean, you know? They're just curious. And maybe concerned, they're looking out for you." You said.

"Look, just forget about telling them for now, okay? It'll come naturally, there's no point forcing it." You reassured him.

"Okay." He replied, exhaling slowly.

"Okay, well, I should probably let you go to bed--"

"I'm not tired, stay for a little longer?" He pleaded, before realising what he had said and turning bright red.

"I-I mean, if you're tired--"

"I'm not tired either. Besides, I like talking to you." You smiled, before gladly taking all the stress and worry off of your lover's mind.

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Damian sighed, standing off to a side of the large hall in a black three-piece suit with a freshly groomed Titus beside him. His father's galas were boring to him, and the only reason he showed up was to keep up appearances. The whole Wayne family had to be there, or the press would make some big scandal out of it.

But things were slightly different that night. As Damian scanned the room, he noticed that his siblings, father and friends were all together instead of in various areas of the hall, mingling with guests. Curious as to what they were all talking about, he approached them quietly. Before he could make his presence known, however, he recognised the back of someone and his eyebrows automatically furrowed as his hand went to tap their waist.

"Bel-- (Y/N)?" He asked, catching everyone's attention. He noticed how everyone was grinning or smirking at him, which unsettled him slightly.

"Damian!" You smiled, immediately wrapping your arms around him, prompting Dick, Barbara and Duke to chuckle quietly while Jason's eyes widened, Cass smiled even wider and Tim and Steph laughed loudly at the surprised and dumbfounded look in his face.

"What are you doing here?" Damian asked, not so subtly ogling you, which made Bruce grin along with his kids and their friends.

"Well, you were stressed out about telling your family about us, so...I told them for you. Is that okay?" You asked, looking at the floor in case you had made a mistake.

"Yes, that's-- I mean...of course, it's okay, I just-- what?" Damian stuttered out, before glaring at his amused family.

"You were worried about it. So I handled it. And now everything's fine." You smiled, ruffling his previously perfectly combed hair. He frowned slightly as he gently pulled your hand away from his hair and allowed it to drop, but he didn't let go of it. Instead, he stepped slightly closer to you and discreetly hid your intertwined fingers behind you both.

"How did you get here?" Damian asked, hoping his family doesn't notice the uncharacteristic affection he was displaying (but they did).

"You left your invitation to this event at my place. I was gonna return it, but then I thought that you wouldn't need it since the guy at the gate would recognise you, so I used it to get in and surprise you. Surprise." You smiled sheepishly, making Damian pinch the bridge of his nose with his free hand and sigh, but not without everyone noticing the small smile on his face at your antics.

"And what would you have done if I hadn't been let in?" Damian asked.

"Me? Nothing. You, on the other hand, would grab katana out of thin air and fight your way in, willingly ditch, or pull a Draco Malfoy and get you father to handle it, since he organised the event." You said. Damian, forgetting he was surrounded by people, chuckled with a genuine smile on his face, surprising his family even further.

"Y'know, I actually didn't believe you at first when you said you were dating Demon Spawn, but I do now." Jason folded his arms with a grin.

"Todd." Damian growled, smile immediately dropping.

"Oookay, it was nice meeting you all but I am going to pull Damian away before things get violent. Come on, Dames." You grinned, dragging your boyfriend to the opposite side of the room. He continued to glare at his family, who were clearly teasing him even from a distance.

"Damian?" You asked, drawing his attention away from them and to you.

"Beloved?" He replied.

"Don't get worked up over they're jokes, they're just having fun. I mean, it's the first time I'm at one of these galas with you, don't you wanna have some fun? Maybe a little bit of harmless trouble?" You grinned. Damian smiled slightly before disconnecting your hands and placing one of his on your waist while the other cupped your cheek. Surprised that he was willing to kiss you in public, your eyes widened. You were gonna be front page news if he actually did this. Screw telling his family, the whole world would know!

"Damian..." You said, tone becoming a little nervous but also excited as he leaned closer.

"Trust me." He mumbled, before pressing his lips to yours gently. He didn't do too much - you were in public, after all - but it was enough to make people start gasping and cameras start flashing.

When you pulled away, people were stealing not so discreet glances at the two of you, giving you small smiles and giggling at yours and Damian's flushed faces. You heard an older woman mumble the words "young love", almost in admiration of your relationship. The few paparazzi in the gala were rushing to the scene, but Damian just whisked you away to a private balcony that they couldn't follow you too.

"What was that?" You asked, smiling and chuckling breathily at your quick escape.

"Harmless trouble, right?"

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How do the Bats break their phone (let's be real it's happened)

Dick: slipped out of his grasp as he tried to take a selfie backflipping off a skyscraper

Jason: mistook his own phone for Bruce's and used it as target practice

Tim: boiled it in coffee

Damian: was playing fetch with Titus and tossed his phone instead of the stick

Duke: a Rogue threw it into Gotham Harbor

Cullen: dropped it in the toilet

Stephanie: knocked it down a running garbage disposal

Cassandra: sliced in half by an assassin's sword

Harper: took it apart but couldn't put it back together

Barbara: accidentally ran over it with her wheelchair

Carrie: tried to juggle it

Kate: fell out of her motorcycle compartment on the freeway

Alfred: he promised he would never let anything happen to his phone in case anyone needed to reach him, but then his past caught up with him when a British agent came knocking at the Manor door in the middle of the night. Thankfully, all the Bats were away on patrols and missions, but this came as an unexpected surprise nonetheless. Alfred invited the agent in for a spot of tea, hoping it'd just be a quick catching up even though deep down he knew something was terribly wrong. The agent said some old foes have been cropping up here and there and that Alfred possesses vital information on his device. He refused, for he had left that life behind him and was dedicated to the ever-growing Wayne family, but the agent insisted it was for the greater good. Alfred reluctantly informed him the only way he could access the contents of the phone is if it stayed on his person the whole time, so Alfred told his family he'd be taking the weekend off for a personal vacation. He and the agent drove out to a secret warehouse headquarters just outside Metropolis, where they staked the place out from their nondescript station wagon. Suddenly, there was a sound. He cocked his shotgun, ready to aim and fire. Then, a band of Russian mafia soldiers surrounded the vehicle, forcing Alfred and his compatriot out of their vehicle. Suddenly, the other British agent turned his gun on Alfred. "I no longer serve her majesty," he said. He pulled the trigger. In a remarkable feat of human agility, Alfred backflipped over every single bullet, all while taking out the nameless Russian henches, until he was left with just one bullet. He fired. It hit the traitor square in the shoulder but the man didn't back down—it only made him angrier. Backed against the graffiti-laden wall, Alfred pulled out his phone and held it out, saying, "I will give you what you want, so long as I can go home to my family." The man agreed and reached for it, but our beloved butler acted swiftly, bludgeoning the man behind the ear. The man dropped to the ground out cold. Alfred smoothed his shirt and stepped over the unconscious form. The cell phone was in pristine condition, yet when he tried to power it on, the screen remained black. Although his boss backed everything up to a sophisticated cloud drive, a twinge of regret rang through his chest, for it never weighed lightly to break a promise to his son.

Bruce: sat on it