#ghul oc

[laimabynight]

Audrey Cordelia Redmond (20). The young woman had always been a child of contradictions. As the daughter of the director of Rikers Island, she enjoys the privilege and refinement of New York City’s high society. Yet, that world alone is not enough for her. Her days are spent half-heartedly attending lectures at Barnard College, where she studies art history—more to pass the time than out of genuine passion. Audrey discovered early on that life extends beyond the gilded dinner parties and elegant balls of her social circle. Fascinated by contrast, she occasionally seeks adventure in the city’s shadows, where she encounters figures who would never grace the pristine halls of her world. The stories she hears about the inmates of Rikers—often shared by her father, a stern and dutiful man—spark her curiosity about life and the people on the other side of the law.

New York by Night - Red Carpet

Art by Hettikovacs

[iydiamartinx]

TERRITORY, MARKED

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader ft. Dick Grayson

divider by: @cafekitsune word count: 2.1k synopsis: Damian makes an unexpected friend at the dog park—but when his older brother tags along one day and takes a little too much interest, Damian decides one thing for certain: this was not supposed to be a shared friendship. a/n: I got this cute request from @kitkatscabinet hope you liked it 🩵

He didn’t like the noise, the chaos, or the strangers who insisted on asking where his parents were—just because he was twelve and walking around with a dog half his height. The scrutiny was always the same: curious stares, patronizing smiles, or the occasional busybody who seemed convinced he was lost. He wasn’t. He had perfect directional memory and could incapacitate a grown man with two fingers.

But Titus needed exercise, and Alfred had made a rather pointed comment that morning about how “a well-socialized pet is a reflection of his owner’s discipline.”

So here he was, standing stiffly beneath a tree with his arms crossed, watching Titus bound after a tennis ball like a slobbering oaf. His nose wrinkled slightly as a group of women near the water fountain cast him a judgmental look—three of them with toy dogs tucked neatly into designer purses like accessories. Damian could feel the weight of their stares on him and Titus and he was just about ready to call it a day when he heard a voice behind him.

“That’s a gorgeous dog,” you said, gaze following Titus. “Yours?”

Damian turned, immediately wary.

He looked you over with practiced suspicion, eyes narrowing just slightly. You were older than him—maybe around Grayson’s age—but you didn’t speak to him with the gratingly high-pitched, patronizing tone adults so often used. There was no forced sweetness, no condescension, no judgment. Not even fear. Just curiosity.

An unclipped leash hung loosely from your fingers, and a husky stood at your side, tail wagging as it trotted toward Titus with a cheerful bark.

“Yes,” Damian replied curtly.

You didn’t flinch at his curt reply. Didn’t backpedal or fill the silence with awkward chatter the way most people did when confronted with Damian’s usual icy demeanour. Instead, you just nodded as your husky bounded up to Titus, sniffing noses and circling excitedly.

“They’ve got good instincts,” you said casually, eyes on the dogs. “Mine doesn’t usually approach ones that size unless they’re friendly.”

Damian followed your gaze. Titus, ever the soldier, stood tall and still, allowing the inspection without so much as a twitch. Then, with a quiet chuff, he gave a single, measured wag of his tail and lowered his head in greeting.

A rare sign of approval.

Damian’s stance eased—just slightly. “…He doesn’t usually tolerate strangers,” Damian said slowly.

You smiled a little at that. “Guess today’s just full of exceptions.”

He studied you again, this time with a shade less suspicion. You didn’t have the overenthusiastic energy most dog people radiated. You weren’t trying to pet Titus without permission, or asking how old he was like he was a child running errands without supervision. You simply stood there, hands in your pockets, content to watch the dogs with quiet interest.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you offered after a beat, though your tone made it clear there was no pressure to respond.

“…Damian,” he said.

“Nice to meet you, Damian.”

He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, then let his gaze return to the dogs. Titus and your husky had taken to one another quickly, and Damian felt another piece of his wall chip when he saw how happy Titus was with his new friend. 

Silence settled between the two of you again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You eventually moved to the nearby bench, letting your dog roam in a wide circle with Titus while you scrolled through your phone.

Damian didn’t sit beside you—not right away. But after a few minutes, he shifted his weight. Then stepped closer. Then finally sank onto the far edge of the bench, arms still crossed but no longer on guard.

That was how it started. The next time he saw you, you sent him a friendly wave. The time after that, you offered him a spot beside you. You never pushed for him to speak but eventually he began responding to your idle chatter, until he found himself opening up and talking about his day—about school, about people who annoyed him, about books he liked. Something about you was easy to talk to, you listened with interest, asking questions when needed, and even occasionally talking about your own daily life, which he found oddly… validating. You didn’t treat him like a child and you were smart enough that you could keep up with him. 

Soon, it became a routine. Titus and your dog would charge off together the moment their paws hit the grass, while you and Damian claimed your usual spot beneath the shade. Sometimes you talked. Sometimes you didn’t. Either way, it worked.

Damian had always found it difficult to spend time with kids his age. He didn’t understand them—and frankly, they didn’t understand him. They were loud, immature, easily distracted. The only exception had ever been Jon, and even then, their bond had been forged under very specific circumstances. Neither of them had to hide who they were. They were both born into the life of heroes but And even then, their friendship was… unconventional at best.

Damian rarely connected, even among the other young heroes His surly personality, sharp tongue, and rigid discipline kept most of them at arm’s length. Jon, ever the optimist, was the rare outlier—a ball of sunshine who somehow wormed his way past Damian’s walls with unwavering sincerity. 

You were something entirely different. A civilian. Someone completely outside the world he’d grown up in, that he began considering as a friend.

But, of course, with a family like his, someone was bound to find out eventually. Damian had done his best to keep this to himself—this quiet corner of his life that belonged only to him. He changed his routes, downplayed his outings, gave vague answers when asked where he’d been.

Still, everyone had started to notice the change.

Subtle things, at first. The way he stopped groaning every time he was told to take Titus out. The way he came back from his walks with less tension in his shoulders. He wasn’t snapping as much. Wasn’t muttering under his breath with the same venom he usually reserved for Gotham’s general population.

So when Dick insisted on tagging along one weekend—something about “needing fresh air” and “brotherly bonding”—Damian should’ve known his secret was on borrowed time. His friend, his quiet routine, his piece of normalcy… it was no longer going to be just his.

Still, he thought he’d pulled it off. He left early, ditching Dick. He even took the long way around, doubled back twice just to be sure he wasn’t followed. And it worked—he made it to the park alone. What he hadn’t expected was that Dick would show up anyway. 

“Hey, Dami!”

Damian tensed mid-sentence, shoulders going rigid as if preparing for an ambush. You glanced up in time to see the source of the disruption. With a coffee in one hand, and a leash in the other, the man beamed brightly. An adorable grey puppy trotted beside him, ears bouncing with every step, tongue lolling out in sheer delight. Her leash was slack—more of a formality than a necessity.

Taking a moment to study the man himself, he was tall, handsome, and fit, with bright eyes and a golden grin. There was an easy confidence to him, an effortless charm that told you he was a people person…right up until he saw you.

And then he just—froze.

You offered a polite, amused smile. “You must be his brother.” 

You’d heard Damian complain about his brothers enough to make a pretty solid guess. Drake and Thomas were still juniors—too young to be this guy—and from everything Damian had said about Todd, he sounded more like the leather-jacket, punch-first type. This guy? He was too put-together. Too clean-cut. Too… sunny. Which really only left one option.

Grayson. The apparent golden boy.

Beside you, Damian sighed loudly, rubbing his temples like this entire interaction was causing him physical pain. “Unfortunately.”

Dick blinked. “I—uh—hi. I’m Dick.” He caught the raised brow you gave him and immediately flushed, a faint pink blooming across his cheeks. “Richard. Grayson. Dick Grayson. That’s me.”

“…Right,” you said, lips curving into a slightly wider smile. 

Damian didn’t have to look at you to know. He could already feel the secondhand embarrassment crawling up his spine like an itch he couldn’t scratch. He was going to commit fratricide. Right here. In broad daylight.

Meanwhile, you let your gaze drop to the ball of grey fluff at his side, her tail wagging lazily as she sprawled out across the grass like she owned the park.

“And who’s this?” you asked, your tone cooeing.

Dick followed your gaze, smile brightening instantly. “Haley,” he said warmly. “She’s still a bit of a mischief maker, but we’re working on it.”

As if on cue, Haley let out a happy little yip and rolled onto her back, paws curled in the air, clearly angling for attention. You laughed, reaching down to scratch her belly, and she kicked her legs like she’d just won the lottery.

Titus and your dog trotted over from where they’d been playing nearby, drawn by the sight of the unfamiliar puppy. Their postures were relaxed, tails wagging in casual curiosity as they circled around to greet her. Dick crouched down and unclipped Haley’s leash without hesitation, giving her a soft pat on the side.

“Go on, sweetheart,” he murmured.

Haley didn’t need to be told twice. With a delighted bark, she bounded forward to meet the others. Within moments, the three dogs were weaving around each other in playful loops, tails high and tongues lolling, a flurry of paws and joyful energy filling the open stretch of grass.

Pushing past his momentary embarrassment, Dick dropped onto the bench beside you without being asked, angling his body a little too fully in your direction. His smile was quick to return, all easy charm and boyish confidence.

“So,” he said, leaning in slightly. “You’re the mysterious dog park friend. I’ve heard… absolutely nothing about, because apparently someone likes to keep secrets.”

You chuckled, casting an amused glance at Damian. “I didn’t realize I was being kept a secret.”

“You weren’t,” Damian snapped, a little too quickly and defensively. “But my brothers are like rabid dogs who I didn’t want scaring you off.”

Dick raised his eyebrows, clearly amused instead of offended. “Scaring her off? What, do we bark too loud or something?”

You snorted. “The more important question is, do you bite?”

“Only when threatened,” Dick said with a wink. Then he leaned in just a fraction, pitching his voice low enough that, presumably, only you would hear. “Or when asked.”

Your breath caught before you could stop it, the corner of your mouth twitching despite yourself. There was a spark in his eyes, teasing and a little too pleased with himself, and you hated how easily it made heat crawl up the back of your neck.

You were cut off by Damian’s groan as he saw the look you two shared, slumping back against the bench with the kind of dramatized misery usually reserved for Shakespearean death scenes. “You see? This is why I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Aw, come on, Dami,” Dick teased, nudging his little brother with his elbow. “Don’t be like that. It’s not my fault our new friend is cute.”

Your lips parted in surprise, a soft huff of laughter escaping before you could stop it. 

“She is not our friend,” Damian muttered.

You turned toward him, brow arching with interest. “Oh?” you said, drawing the word out, clearly amused. “So what am I?”

Damian opened his mouth, paused, frowned like the question had personally offended him. “You’re… mi—my,” he settled on, vaguely flustered. “My friend. Not his.”

Dick raised his brows, then gave a low chuckle, the sound soft and unbothered. “Hey, no one said she can’t be friends with both of us.”

Then he glanced your way, that familiar glint in his eyes.

“Though I wouldn’t mind being a little more than friends.”

Your heart skipped, just once, and the way his smile deepened told you he noticed your flushed cheeks.

From beside you, Damian huffed, arms crossed tight. “I just didn’t introduce her because I didn’t want you hitting on her,” he grumbled.

Your smile softened as you leaned back against the bench. “Don’t worry, Dami. You’ll always be my favourite.”

He nodded like that settled the matter entirely, posture relaxing ever so slightly as he turned his attention back to the three dogs still tumbling across the grass.

But the moment his gaze was elsewhere, Dick leaned in again, his voice low and smooth.

“What do you say to dinner?” he murmured, the words warm against the air between you. “Give me a chance to change your mind about your favourite.”

You turned your head toward him, brow raised, a smile tugging at your lips. Your eyes flicked to Damian—still fully distracted— before looking back at Dick, biting your lip.

“It’s a date.”

Next Chapter →

[batsis-reader]

Batsis: Hey Jason Jason: Yes? Batsis: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on? Jason: Jason: Where’s Damian?

[yzur02]

Dick: *being pushed to the lab to test for a meta gene* come on guys, you know I'm a completely normal human

Steph: yeah, yeah, tell that to some other idiot

Tim: there's no way in hell you are a "normal human"

Duke: we have seen the truth

Cass: you can't fool us

Dick: this is ridicu-

Corrie: save it for the needle, dickface, you could have fooled us before you completely decimated the Legion of Doom and smashed your way trough the Watchtower's security before, and hear me out, you shattered Cyborg Superman's leg by shoulder checking him with a total weight of?

Jason, with the goofiest, biggest glasses he found over his helmet while holding the most obnoxiously big calculator on earth: his approximate weight is that of a wet kitten on a napkin

Corrie: that! Not to mention the shit with the Court of Howls talking about you as their "Grayson" you are a motherfucking prophesied warrior from some random ass cult!

Dick: B, you already did test on this, tell them!

Bruce: it's always good to be sure

Dick: Alfred!!

Alfred: worry not, master Grayson, everything is already prepared and ready to use

Dick: Babs?

Barbara, holding a needle: we are ready to go!!

Damian, helping with the testing: tt sit at once, Grayson, I intend for this to be done before my S&S session later today

Dick:... fine, why not? just the 38th test, not like I keep count or anything...

...

Cass: bullshit

Steph: that!!

Jason: you smell that?

Duke: yeah, it smells like bullcrap

Dick: told you

[invincibledc]

⋆˙⟡—MY DC OCS REACTION TO YOU SAYING “I LOOK UGLY”⋆˙⟡



⋆˙⟡ JACK QUINN (son of Harley Quinn and joker)

Immediately is towering over you, expression dark.

“Who said that to you? Cause you’re beautiful, you’re handsome , stunning, and—” and it would keep going til he just makes you feel secured. He hates to see his beloved puddin' feelin bad.

Cause if it was someone who said it to your face, they won’t live long enough to say that to anyone else.

⋆˙⟡ KOLE ANDERS (adoptive son of Starfire aka Kory Anders)

Frowns as he looks you up and down , “but you are more attractive than any human I met?”

Bros fully confused on why you said it til you tell him it’s just a joke and now he just nods.

But then later on he goes over to you when you forgot about the whole prank, he then kisses your cheek. Smiling seeing the shock on your face, “you are gorgeous.”

And he just flys off.

⋆˙⟡ DEMETRIUS PRINCE (son of wonderwoman and Steve Trevor)

“Hm?” Looks at you as he was mid bite into a huge sandwich. “Yeah you are pretty ugly.” He says jokingly, not thinking it would affect you til he sees you start to cry.

Drops the sandwich and immediately spews apologies while cupping your face. “Wait! Wait! I’m sorry, you aren’t ugly! You’re the most gorgeous person ever y/n—”

He spoiled you the whole day after the whole incident, Damian blackmails him saying how that you’re his number one weakness as Jon just awes at how Demetrius is more soft with you.

[dollishmehrayan]

𐔌 . ⋮ DAMIAN WAYNE AS A S/O .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ── .✦ ( solo damian wayne x reader run )

𝜗𝜚 a/n: I’ve been reading damian’s run these days and aww stop he’s so adorable anyways I thought why not to write something for him to get out my writers block sooo enjoy?? anyways I was pressured by my bbg @kyriakis to post this so after this I’ll probably write genuine hcs of him only of things he probably does / used to based off canon, tags: ( damian wayne x reader ) ! Disclaimer the following tags include jason, dick, bruce, Tim even when not mentioned this allows for the fandom to equally react since most don’t follow damian tag

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

A BIT OF A GREAT GIFTER ── .✦

Damian’s idea of romance is... a little dramatic. You once casually mentioned how you like the color purple or any other color and the next day you received an extravagant bouquet of rare lavender flowers, LIKE THIS MAN REMEMBERS WELL.

“Purple is a necessary part of your aesthetic,” he states nonchalantly as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

But then, if you ever mention how much you love a particular type of chocolate or a specific scent, he’ll track it down and somehow acquire it without you knowing and just say it’s a ‘gift’ as if he didn’t spend hours finding it.

And if you dare to ask him about it? PFFFF

“Tt, don’t know what you’re talking about. I simply noticed the details, as any competent person would.”

DRAMATIC BUT ON LEVEL 10 ── .✦

Damian acts like you’re going on an actual mission when you leave the house. “What do you mean you’re going for a walk? You can’t just walk around Gotham. There’s danger everywhere.”, “It’s just a bodega damian.”

And even if it’s just a trip to the store, he’ll insist on accompanying you with that “I’m doing this for your own safety” tone, but the moment you come back home, he acts like he’s been out on patrol the entire time.

“I’ve successfully completed the task of ensuring no harm came to you.” HIS LOVE IS IN ACTIONS NOT WORDS OKAY?!

He says this while wearing a full suit and tie, because of course, that makes sense for a walk to the bodega ( corner shop )

Not the Best at Compliments, but...

Damian’s way of showing affection can be a little... rough. But somehow, it always gets the point across, think of like people being sarcastic as a love language but his seems to be like kinda blunt? Where at first he won’t say out loud ‘oh I love you’ no but he isn’t ignorant either, he knows he loves you and that’s validated to him.

“You’re fine. I mean, I guess I could see how someone would find you attractive. It’s not the worst thing in the world.”

And then he’ll look at you, almost daring you to call him out. But in truth, his eyes are saying, “I think you’re the most beautiful person in the world, but I’ll never admit it because I am Damian Wayne, and I am far too cool for this.”

The thing is, though, he’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy, even if it means begrudgingly going out of his way to make sure you get exactly what you want.

WILL DEFEND YOU 100% ── .✦

one of his brothers say something mildly annoying to you?

“Don’t talk to them like that.”

Damian’s got your back no matter how small the offense.

Someone’s being rude to you in public? He’s ready to pull a full I’m Damian Wayne, son of Batman, sole heir to ra’s al ghul and start a verbal altercation, followed by a very intense, “No, they didn’t just say that about you” look.

You? Trying to defuse the situation like a normal person?

Damian? “Nope, too late. I already decided it’s a fight now, this is mockery.

If you’re lucky, he’ll look at you and say, “It’s okay. I’m protecting you,” with a glint in his eye that says, “And you better be grateful.”

GENUINELY DOESNT GET PDA BUT FOR A GOOD REASON ── .✦

Damian’s not one to show affection publicly. In fact, he’ll try to avoid touching you at all if he’s around anyone. But the second he’s sure no one is looking, you’ll catch him glaring at you from across the room like, “We’re together, and everyone should know it, but I won’t say it.” BUT he isn’t embarrassed by you or isn’t hiding you relationship

It’s just private not secret.

He’ll give you the occasional side-hug or brush your hand ever so slightly, then immediately retreat like nothing happened if you don’t grab it fast enough.

But if you’re standing near him, don’t be surprised when he casually places a hand on your shoulder or rests his head on yours... only for it to turn into the most awkward five seconds ever, followed by an immediate, “What? It’s not like I wanted to do that. You were in my personal space.” HE DOESNR WANT TO ADMIT HE’S DEPENDENT 😭

So, yeah. PDA with Damian is... complicated, BUT ITS DIFFERENT

“It’s a Normal Relationship. I Don’t Know What You’re Talking About”

Damian, when you ask if he wants to do something like go for a walk, or watch a movie together:

“I don’t know what you mean. We’re not doing anything special. This is just a normal... well, normal for us. What is ‘normal,’ anyway?”

And yet, there he is, sitting with you, absolutely enjoying the time together trying to act like it's nothing special, but he’s leaning in just a little too close to you to be that casual.

Sometimes, he’ll act like he’s too cool for the typical date stuff, but in reality, he’s all in. He’s just trying to pretend he’s not, to maintain his Bat-cred.

COMPETITIVE TO A TEA ── .✦

This seems like a regular occurrence for him where, it’s not only you but anyone, he likes competition and challenges in general by classmates, friends, you, teammates, anyone. ( This also why he doesn’t do well on teams in canon but we ain’t ready for this convo )

Whenever there’s something to compete over whether it’s a simple game or a sparring match damian’s all in. He takes everything way too seriously.

“I’ll beat you at Mario Kart.”

Damian: “Tt, you think I’m going to let you win? You underestimate me immensely this is social injustice to my name.”

And the next thing you know, he’s strategizing his every move, plotting out every turn like he’s planning an actual mission. MEANWHILE ITS JUST JENGA DAMN

When he inevitably wins (because he’s Damian Wayne, and you knew he was going to), he’ll throw you the most smug smile.

“I told you. You should’ve known better.”

BUT HE LOVES YOU ── .✦

Underneath the tough exterior, Damian’s a softie who occasionally lets his guard down when you're alone together. He might not say it, but you know when he's trying to be vulnerable.

For example, one evening, after a particularly intense patrol or he says something too smart during a simple game of uno , he’ll just stare at you, quietly, in the way that only Damian can.

“You’re... okay, right? I didn’t, uh, hurt you…. I apologize for my lack of understanding if that hurt you.”

You’ll blink and be like, “You literally saved me like 10 minutes ago?”

And he’ll just look away, muttering something like, “Well, I don’t want you to get hurt. I just... don’t want to lose anyone again.” ( damian ‘I will not have anyone dying for my mistakes the way he did’ Wayne ☹️

And then he’ll change the subject super quickly, because he doesn’t want to burden you with his fears

[nemoredraw]

AU Batman. —Jason Todd and Damian Wayne— When you want to take down capitalism, bureaucratic elites, inequality, the government, the patriarchy, and every oppressive system… but Batman gets in the way.

Jason and Damian against the oppressive system. 🫦💅❤️

Well then, guess we’ll just have to get rid of him. 🤭🦇🪦

Speaking of capitalism, a reminder that my commissions are open 😊 if you have any questions, contact me via DM. ❤️🚬💀 Mwah 💋

[damianwayne-bloodson]

Damian: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake. Tim: You are literally making a Valentine’s Day card for Y/N. Damian, pointing their hot glue gun towards Tim: You’re on thin fucking ice.

[cer-rata]

@thepenguisalive7 Helped me get this dumb idea out of my head finally.

People need to stop enabling me.

B/W version + original comic under the cut

Original by Haus of Decline

[thecloudsaremyhome]

☆Yandere dick Grayson x neglected reader☆

Authors note: this is a little gift for @acid-ixx to brighten your day! I really tried to be as descriptive as possible so I hope you love it!

Tw: mentions of self harm, neglected, sucidal ideation, yandere dick, feral dick.

You'd like to think you were a good person in some sense, not the greatest not the worst, just good.

You never had this urge to prove yourself to anyone that your better than them, not did you feel like you had to do something bad to gain others attention.

You were just good. In the middle not on the good morning bad side just in the middle.

Maybe that's what made you so invisible to everyone else, you weren't outstanding not were you rough around the edges and brave. You were just you.

And that sometimes wasn't even enough for people, enough for you. Because you don't wish to be this way you just are.

You don't wish to hide in the shadow and be swallowed by the dense walls if your tiny room. It just happens, you don't do anything about it anyways.

you don't raise your voice if someone is telling at you, you don't make eye contact, you just sit their in silence until they are done berating you for stuff you couldn't control.

And it hurts it truly does, not having the confidence to actually speak your mind and let everyone walk over you. It sucks but it was how you were raised.

But you wished your mama didn't raise you like that, to b timid and shy to be kind. But you fear if you don't your disgracing her.

Disgracing her teachings and that scares you, because you already lost her the last thing you wanted to do is to disgrace her.

So you suck it up. You suck up every insult, every rough shove, every ignorant glance to your suffering, you take everything in an don't let it out. Because that how you were raised, to be good not to be better.

But you only know that you cry yourself to sleep in the pitch black darkness of your room, with only the moon light to illuminate your jbedroom, no one knows but you, not dick not Bruce, not Jason not your sisters or Duke, not Tim and sure as hell not damian.

Because at the end of the day you'll always be good but that's it.

You'll never be better, and it hard to accept that but you've learned to, learned to suck it in and forgive.

Because it's what you mother would have wanted, to be the better person, to be more mature, to not let you anger blur your view of the world.

But humans can only take so much before they snap, before the heart can't take it anymore an they have to resort to drastic measures to cope.

Because a person can only take so much before they break complete and because a lifeless shell of once was them.

Because the last straw was dick off all people, the eldest brother, Nightwing, Bruce's greatest success, the person everyone looks up to forgets with the rest of the family to come to you high school all state band concert.

and it's not like it's nothing new you've dealt with this for years now but this was your final straw the final nail in the coffin. None of them showed up not a single person not even Alfred and this hurts badly.

because once in your life you wanted to do something for you and not for them and they don't even have the decency to at least show up and congratulate you!

It's the worst feeling a child could experience, the neglect of a family that's supposed to love you that's supposed to cherish you but instead does the opposite, it makes your blood boil with rage and pure hurt, pure hurt at the situation, pure hurt at the neglect and mistreatment you faced. And no one even noticed at all not one person.

You were always the person their for other people for friends for strangers, even you tried to be their for your family! But not once has any of them been their for you! Not fucking once!

And this enrages you to no end, just… Why? Why put me through this hell… Why leave me like a broken proclein doll? Why….?

You know you'll never know the reason why this has happened to you and you know you won't get a valid reason but it still fucking hurts so bad it feels like a deep pain is clawing at your chest.

making you feel like your rib cage might burst open, it makes your heart speed up in panic as you pick at you already chapped lips.

You need to get somewhere safe before you have a full on panic attack. So you rush off the stage an behind the curtains to a near by bathroom, once you close and lock the door you slide down onto the tiles as your breathing becomes ragged and your heart is pounding a mile a minute.

It hurts all of it does every part of you being your mind, soul and body hurts.

You grip you hair tightly causeing you to pull out some strands in the process, as you continues topick your skin and rock yourself against the door, you can't stop the uneven breaths coming ou of you at this rate you might pass out, and no one will know or notice and that surges your panic even more as you feel tears rolling down your already do cheeks.

You can't help but cry from the pain of it all, from everything, you've tried to be the bigger person, to forgive and forget but you can't do that any more you just can't at this rate you'll en up killing yourself before anyone else can.

And that hurts you the most, that you so far broken from the neglect you resort to hurting yourself to cope.

It hurts but you can't stop it you just can't, no matter how many times you say you won't hurt yourself again you just wondering up doing it all over again, it's like a drug it relieves you but also hurts you and that scares you.

Because it's all a toxic cycle in the end that you could easily get out if you truly wanted to. But you just can't stop no matter how much it hurts you can't stop.

Maybe this is what leads to you eventually padding out in the tile floors, your body going limp as you finally succumb to a peaceful state, but even in your dreams you are never safe from the Haunting nightmares.

The next time you wake up your still rested on the tile floors, so no one came to check on you really? Wow you shouldn't really be surprised at this point, they never noticed anyways.

But your sure Alfred did so you should probably grab your stuff and head back to the manor. You always dread going back but you have no choice.

Still that lingering feeling of pure rage sits inside of you growing stronger and stronger and you can't ignore it.

Your done.

No more of this you can't take it anymore if they don't want to be apart of your life that's perfectly fine with you, you don't need them, it may have taken so long to accept but you learnt to.

With graduating only a few months away you should survive until then, kand then you'll be free, free from this hell whole.

Free to love for yourself because you never got to before. But that doesn't mean it will be easy to quit old habits but you'll learn eventually. You always do.

So with that you head back home to the manor you call hell, unaware of what is to come for the future and that you may not every have the freedom you now desire.

You hope your mama can forgive you for now not fully enacting upon her teachings but you need to live for yourself and that's what she would've wanted in the first place, because after all you were always hers to begin

Dick has many names he goes by Nightwing, the first robin, the infamous dick Grayson.

But he's always been the pillair of support for the family, the one previous robins looked up to and admired, the great dick Grayson who is Bruce's greatest. Every hero looks up to him he's a great example if what a hero should be.

But all in all he's always prioritized his love ones first, every birthday celebration, he's always their no matter what time or day it is.

Hes always been the ideal older brother, at least in his eyes, and he has a very deep connection with each of hus siblings a bond that no one can tarnish nor break.

And he makes sure to cherish each and every relationship he has with his siblings because hes already lost so much by being robin and dick grayson and now nightwing.

But he has to be honest with himself he hasnt ever had a real relationship with you. The second youngest sibling and the fourth child or are you the third child?

But since the day you stepped foot in this manor with your bright curious eyes examining the large manor dick was the one to greet you second but only hanging around for a few seconds before walking off without a care in the world not bothering to over analayze you or your situation.

Dick has many responsibilities and priorities since he is the eldest but still hes made time to bond with each of his siblings except for you, youve always been the shadow in the darkness he never noticed, the darkness that is slowly taking away you innocence and sanity.

But he never noticed, he never noticed you in general sure he would give a soft hey while passing you in the halls but thats it.

Nothing more he does remember when you would occasionally asl to spend time with him, which of course would be shut down with a falso promise of later.

Which of course he thought nothing of it and later forgot about the conversation. And thats his fault. He shoundlt have done that on the first place shouldve given you the time of day an actually tried to interact with you but no.

he was ignorant and now years later he deeply regrets it. He was supposed to be your becon of hope and safety but no you decide to find salvation in other people not worth your time or prescence and that angers him oh it angers him so much.

Its like someone is squeezing his hear tand then stabbing it over and over again to the point hes left breathless.

Hes always been good at masking his anger with either a playful smile, but their will always be that subtle twitch and a vein popping right from under his neck to signify his rage.

He feels like when he first heard of jasons death just this time he didnt loose you physically but emotionally he did. And that hurts even more than words can describe.

Guilt eating up his very being at the predicament he found that you moved out, that their is no trace of you but sketchbooks and music sheets as well of various daries littering around your room and thats his only semblance of connection he gets to have with you through your left behind stuff.

Because the only way to lessen the guilt than face it is to learn about you, to prove to you that he knows at least a few things about you but thats far from the truth. But he can deleud himself into thinking that.

Because dick has never been one to cope well. And that may be the one of many toxic traits he has acquired over the years.

But he cant stop himself from working on his toxic traits not when hes currently obsessing over where you are who you are with and if your safe.

A more logical part of him wants to infom that family about you moving out but another greddy part of himself wants to keep it to himself.

To keep you to himself because he is your big brother, the one you used to look up to like he hung stars in the sky, the one who you used to follow around like a lost puppy.

but instead this time he's going to give you the attention and love you deserve no matter what no matter the cost of it.

He wants his baby back and he will do whatever it takes to bring you back one way or another even if you come unwillingly.

Because you are his baby, after all his little bird.

You’ve been doing better lately both physically and mentally ever since you finally moved out of the manor 4 months ao, yeah you could only afford a crappy apartment near the more dangerous parts of gotham but the freedom of it is more than anything.

Because you get to finally be yourself without the worry of damian hurting you without the worry of jasons snide comments and Tim’s blank stare.

You can finally be free from the suffocation and the neglect that you experienced for many years.

Before you graduated you were offered a scholarship to go to gothams top music college which of course you accepted that giving you more off and opportunity to leave.

And you been excelling in college minus the late due assignments and the missing work youd say your doing great. You've even gotten your own little small friend group!

But that little peace you had for yourself ended when the texts started coming in from dick.

They unnerved you not onky was he finally talking to you and acknolody you but the messages he has sent unnerved you.

Which leaded you to block him thinking nothung off it as you presumed on with your day but when the following week hit you cant help but feel like your being watched.

Everywhere you go, even in your own home, you feel like your being stalked like prey and this scares you.

And then the messages from dick started back up again but this time his messages are more darker, possessive to put it straight and youve never seen this side of dick well you dont really know dick to an extent.

And this scares you becase you dont know dick so you dont know his overall behavior and right now hes unpraditable.

You have a hunch he's the one whose been stalking you which scares you even more to the point you're always watching your back and always on edge and you cant do anything about it.

It feels like when you were back at the manor where you had no control over your life, and you refuse to let that happen again you refuse to be hurt all over again.

You dont know what type of game dick is playing but you refuse to entertain him. Because you know he doesn't mean it.

He doesn't love you like he loves your other so-called siblings, and its always been that way for half of your life that you lived at the manor.

No one actually loved you for who you were and it hurts to accept but thats the truth. Your nothing but a shadow to them and it will always be that way.

A shadow that reflects but never preforms. And shadow that is their but is never actually noticed.

And yoive sadly come to terms with that. But why now does dick presuably want to reconnect with you? to bond with you as if nothing had happened?

This angers you but also hurts you deeply.

What right does he have to suddenly walst back into your life and try to recconnet. No you wont fall for his fucking bullshit.

You refuse to no matter how much your heart yearns your brain knows better. Because yoive already been broke beyond repair you cant handle getting hurt anymore.

So you'll make sure he doesn't hurt you. By ignoring him, blocking him out like he did with you because ts only fair they do say karma is a bitch right?

Dick is seething. Why are you ignoring his texts. Why did you block him?

No matter how many times he changes his phone number to try and communicate with you, you ignore him. He knows he has no right to be hurt and that he deserves it but still!

He’s your older brother hes just trying to make sure your okay. Totally not because he wants to have your attention. But still!

So he had to resort to more drastic measures to make sure your safe. He wouldn't call it stalking, essentially but more like hes looking out for your well being. Yeah that's it!

But it's been hard to do it without you at least noticing him, or being scared.

It irritates him but it also saddens him on how you feel so uncomfortable with his mere presence.

But don't worry! He will make sure you get used to him being around you all the time!

He just needs to bring you home first is all. And dick always gets his way no matter what.

You groan as you sit up having no recollection of what happened. One minute you were walking to work the next.

Dick came behind you and knocked you out. Wait dick. Oh shit you need to get out of here now!

Before he comes back! You try to stand up but then you notice the chain wrapped around your anckle tied to the bedpost of the cramped room.

This causes you to widen your eyes in pure fear. What the fuck? Did he really just chain you in here!

But before you could fully process what's going on you hear the same haunting voice of dick Grayson.

Baby! Your up my little bird!

Your fucked

Authors note: thank you acid for your wonderful work and I hope you enjoy my gift!

[spencer-todd]

Keeping up with the Waynes

(Mission Report)

Bruce: So, let me get this straight. Lex Luthor was in Gotham.

Damian: Yes.

Bruce: And you found him.

Damian: Yes.

Bruce: And confronted him.

Damian: Yes.

Bruce: And you found out that he was doing experiments with Kryptonite serum on puppies?

Damian: Yes.

Bruce: So you got mad. And then?

Damian: And then I shot him in the ass five times as he ran from my sword like a coward.

Bruce: Where did you get a gun?

Jason: To be fair, that was a completely valid response to a report of tortured puppies.

Bruce: Oh.

[iydiamartinx]

TERRITORY, MARKED II

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader ft. Dick Grayson

divider by: @cafekitsune & @thecutestgrotto word count: 2.1k synopsis: Damian makes an unexpected friend at the dog park—but when his older brother tags along one day and takes a little too much interest, Damian decides one thing for certain: this was not supposed to be a shared friendship. a/n: I decided to combine it with another request I received to make this the part 2 y’all have been asking for 🩵

Damian knew something was off.

It started with the glances. The subtle shifts in conversation whenever he approached. The way you and Grayson—Dick—would exchange these brief looks, like you were sharing some silent joke he wasn’t invited to.

It was insulting. No—infuriating.

This was supposed to be his friendship. His space. His routine. You were his friend. Not Grayson’s. 

At first, Damian tried to ignore it. Tried to convince himself he was overreacting. Maybe his brother was just being his usual obnoxious self. Maybe you were just… humouring him.

But the evidence was piling up too quickly for him to ignore.

Grayson was starting to show up at the dog park more often. Then you started asking if it was okay if he was invited along. And then came the final straw—one afternoon, just as Damian was about to leave, he doubled back to grab the water bottle he’d forgotten on the bench… only to see the two of you walking off together, laughing, neither of you having noticed him.

It was all suspicious. Highly suspicious.

And so, Damian did what any rational twelve-year-old assassin raised by the League of Shadows would do.

He launched an investigation.

“I need surveillance,” he said flatly, arms folded across his chest as he stood in front of the Batcomputer.

Jason looked up from where he was cleaning a pistol, one brow already arched in suspicion. “On who?”

“Grayson. And Y/N.”

Tim spun slightly in his chair, squinting. “Wait—Y/N? As in Dick’s dog park friend he never stops talking about?”

“She’s not his friend,” Damian snapped, voice sharp with offence. “She’s mine. And Grayson and her have started acting suspicious.”

Stephanie leaned around the monitor. “Aww, are you jealous?”

“I’m being cautious,” Damian corrected with a scowl. “There’s a difference. They’re hiding something. I need confirmation.”

Cass blinked slowly. Then nodded.

“Thank you,” Damian muttered, grateful someone understood the importance of betrayal.

Duke, who had been sitting quietly with a protein bar half-unwrapped, finally looked up. “Let me get this straight—you want us to help spy on Dick… because you think he’s stealing your friend?”

Damian’s eyes narrowed. “He is stealing her.”

“Okay.” Duke took a bite. “And this isn’t just you being twelve and melodramatic?”

Damian didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he turned back to the Bat computer and brought up a file he’d already prepped—complete with time stamps, satellite footage, and a grainy photo of you and Dick walking to your car. Side by side. Smiling.

“Evidence,” Damian said grimly, narrowing his eyes at the screen. “But I need more. This tells me nothing of what they’re trying to hide.”

The others exchanged a look—equal parts amused and knowing. It wasn’t hard to guess what was going on between you and Dick. Especially with how happy Dick seemed to be lately, Steph and Cass had even caught him humming on his way out the door the other day.

Jason chuckled under his breath, tossing his cleaning cloth aside. “Kid’s already built a case file,” he said, standing. “Might as well help him.”

Operation Find Out What Those Two Are Hiding was surprisingly successful.

Within forty-eight hours, Damian had assembled a full investigative task force. Tim handled the digital trail. With a few taps and zero guilt for the invasion of privacy, he pulled location pings, overlapping time stamps, and even access to security footage from the café down the street. 

Stephanie, armed with glitter gel pens and far too much enthusiasm, took charge of the psychological profiling. “Body language doesn’t lie,” she said, flipping through candid snapshots she’d printed and annotated with notes like ‘eye contact: flirty’ and ‘distance: suspiciously close.’

Cass…no one knew what she was really doing all they knew was she was able to get the candids for Stephanie without being seen.

Duke volunteered to monitor Dick’s mood whenever he was at the manor, noting things like “that he was happier more than usual” or that “he smiled at his phone three times in a row.”

Jason, of course, took it too far. He attempted a staged “coincidental run-in” at the dog park—sunglasses, hoodie, and a golden retriever he borrowed from a neighbour. It was a solid plan in theory… until Dick recognized him instantly.

That failed mission had one upside: it’s how you met Jason. Who you learned wasn’t named Todd, like Damian kept calling him—at least his first name wasn’t. While he learned you were a pretty cool chick and that he absolutely loved your dog. 

And Damian—naturally—had taken to shadowing the two of you himself. He followed from rooftops, behind trees, under benches. He was determined to catch you both in the act—to find out what exactly you two were hiding from him and that if you lied and that Dick was truly your favourite. 

And then, finally, it happened.

On Friday afternoon. You and Dick stood near your car just outside the park, laughing about something he said. You reached up, probably to fix his collar, still laughing under your breath when Dick leaned down and kissed you.

Damian burst out of the bushes so fast the squirrels scattered.

“AHA!”

You jumped, half-screaming. Dick whipped around, startled. “Damian?!”

“I knew it!” Damian shouted, pointing at you both like he was delivering a verdict in a courtroom. “You two betrayed me!”

“Dami—” Dick started, hands raised in surrender.

“No!” Damian growled. “You were supposed to be my friend! He already has everyone else! He has Alfred, he has Father, he even stole Titus!”

Titus, who had come to the park alongside your husky and Haley, stood dutifully nearby. At the accusation, he gave a quiet chuff, more confused than guilty.

Dick opened his mouth, possibly to argue that he had not, in fact, stolen the dog—but thought better of it. One look at Damian’s furious expression told him now was not the time for logic.

You blinked, torn between guilt and trying not to laugh. “Damian…”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he snapped, spinning on his heel. “Unbelievable. I trusted you.”

“Says the one spying on us,” Dick called after him.

“I regret nothing!”

You sighed, shooting Dick a look that landed somewhere between why are you both like this and I’ll handle it. He raised his hands in surrender, clearly trying not to smile, and stayed behind as you jogged after Damian.

“Hey—wait up!”

He didn’t slow down. Not at first. He stalked ahead, shoulders stiff, fists clenched, radiating righteous betrayal in every step.

“Damian,” you said more gently, catching up beside him. “Can you just—stop for a second?”

He did. But he didn’t look at you.

You stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “Look, I get why you’re mad. And I’m sorry you found out like that. But can I explain?”

His eyes narrowed, arms crossing tightly across his chest. “Go on, then.”

You took a breath. “We’ve been going out and we didn’t tell you because… we weren’t even sure where it was going. It’s still new. We didn’t want to make things weird if it didn’t work out.”

Damian said nothing, but the way his jaw clenched told you he was at least listening.

“I didn’t keep it from you to hurt you, Dami.” Your voice was soft, honest. “I didn’t stop being your friend. You’re still my favourite person to talk to at that park. That hasn’t changed.” You smiled a little, tilting your head to meet his wary gaze. “It never will.”

Damian glanced up at you, uncertainty flickering behind narrowed eyes—but the tension still clung to his small frame like armour not yet set aside.

“And now that you know Dick and I are… seeing each other,” you continued carefully, watching his expression, “that just means we get to hang out more. I promise—no more secrets. No weirdness. I’ll even bring my dog around to play with yours outside the park. And I’ll make sure Dick doesn’t always tag along, so you and I can still have our talks. Just the two of us.”

Damian stared at you for a long moment. His scowl didn’t vanish entirely—but it wavered. Just slightly. The hard lines of suspicion around his mouth eased, and that sharp, ever-scrutinizing glare lost some of its bite and he stopped looking like he was preparing to exile you.

“You’re not just saying that to get me to stop being mad?” he asked, eyes narrowing—not with anger this time, but with cautious hope.

“I am saying it to get you to stop being mad,” you admitted, lips curving. “But I also mean it.”

A huff escaped him—equal parts reluctant and resigned.

“…Fine,” he muttered, arms folding. “But I’m still watching you both.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

He looked at you then, fully, with narrowed eyes and a serious edge to his voice. “If he hurts you, I’ll replace all the sugar in his apartment with salt.”

You grinned. “That’s fair.”

And just like that, he turned and marched back toward the bench, shoulders squared, chin lifted, every step radiating the proud dignity of a boy on a mission.

You followed behind him, a quiet smile tugging at your lips.

Dick raised his brows as the two of you returned. “We good?”

Damian didn’t answer. He just sat down on the bench with all the grace of someone doing you a favour.

“If you hurt her,” he said flatly, eyeing Dick without blinking, “I will make you regret it.” Dick opened his mouth, but Damian steamrolled ahead. “We’re watching a movie at the manor tomorrow. You’re both coming. And I pick.”

You bit back a giggle as Dick shot you a helpless look. You just nodded, already amused.

Dick shrugged in surrender. “Fine. But if you pick Kill Bill again, I’m leaving.”

Before Damian could respond, five voices shouted in unison. “Can we join?!”

You and Dick jumped as bodies popped out from behind trees, the vending machine, a parked car—Tim, Steph, Cass, Duke, Jason and even Bab’s all coming to gather around you all.

Dick groaned and nearly facepalmed. “Were all of you idiots spying on my date?!”

You covered your mouth to muffle your giggles, eyes crinkling as you looked down at Damian beside you. His arms were crossed, face as impassive as ever—but there was the faintest hint of smug satisfaction in his expression as Dick launched into a full blown scolding.

“Welcome to the family,” he said dryly.

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[batsis-reader]

batsis: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Bruce: Wasn’t Jason with you? Jason: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

[yzur02]

Alfred, looking at Damian: he looks more like his grandparent everyday

Cass: Ra's?

Alfred: no, miss Cassandra, his other grandparent

Cass: *confused head tilt* uh?

Hours later:

Alfred: *doing chores*

Corrie: *runs in* there you are!

Alfred: *takes extinguisher* is something wrong?

Corrie: no, no, all's fine, we just needed you a second, I found him!!

Everybody runs into the room, Jason steps forward while holding Damian by the armpits, leveling his face with Alfred's

Damian, hopefully: so?

Corrie: right th- no, that's not it...

Steph: if you squint... maybe?

Tim: if you tilt your head kinda... no

Jason:... *sigh* nope, I don't see it

Damian: tt perhaps the suit wasn't such an horrendous idea

Steph: a moustache?

Dick: don't worry, I know you will grow on it

Bruce: what's going on?

Cass: Alfred said Damian was growing to look like grandpa, so we wanted to check... *frowns* but he doesn't look like Alfred

[invincibledc]

MORE JACKKKKKKKK

⋆˚࿔ 𝑯𝑬’𝑺 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

── .✦ Synopsis: At a gala, that Jack had snuck into, he sees a girl trying to throw herself all over what’s his. And that’s his man.

── .✦ Genre: oneshot

── .✦ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

── .✦ Word count: 1,356

Classical music rang through the air, and you stood there not impressed by the usual gala setting your father has made. The same goes for your brother as he just left you to do your own thing as he does his own. Damian and you are the same but in different ways.

You can handle most of the interactions with the people, he can't. Due to the people who had pinched his cheeks and crowded him and you.

He took the most pinching as he pushed you behind him, older brother things of course. Despite all that, it seems that as years went on, and you got older, you saw that most of the adults brought their offspring here. The waiters gave off drinks and even some appetizers.

Okay so maybe the only thing you like about the gala is the food, what? You’re a growing boy. You walked through the talking people, ignoring the slight comments of you being “rude” for interrupting such a nice conversation between adults. But you knew they were just here to gloat about their richness and show up to at least get a little amount of clout of being here.

Either way, you flagged down a waiter, smiling wide as the waiter smiled. The waiter strutted over, “Yes Mr. Wayne?” you pointed to the shrimp, the shrimp was nicely air-fried, just perfect for you.

“Could I have that please?” the waiter nodded, moving their arm towards you for you to grab it. You grabbed it off the plate, your eyes lighting up at the sure crisp texture of the shrimp. And you were so gonna devour this, and maybe get more as the time passes on.

You took the shrimp in your mouth whilst the waiter went off to another person who had flagged them down. While you chewed on the delicious shrimp, you felt a finger tap your shoulder.

Turning your body around, there you see some random girl. She was attractive, sure. But her aura just set you off, you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the fact of her strong perfume. It wasn't even a good strong but the kind of strong that makes your head spin.

“Hey handsome, what's your name?” she says with a flirty tone, her hand grazing your arm. You reeled your arm back and even took a step back.

Yeah, this may not go well.

—JACK’S POV—

He hummed, strolling through the gala he had certainly snuck into. He isn't stupid to not take off his green hair-sprayed hair, showing off his blonde locks. His blue eyes scanned the room of the gala. He heard, no, he knew you were gonna be here. So why not meet his adorable obsession, his beloved boyfriend?

So here he is, moving slickly through the bodies of people. He saw a tray of delicious small biscuits and snagged a few, grinning like a child, he plopped one into his mouth.

But it seems that it wasn't that good to eat anyway. Coughing at the dry biscuits that tasted like cardboard. He forgot how bland rich people's food can get. He grabbed water off a tray and gulped it down. After that, he dumped the other biscuits into the trash. Yeah never again was he eating any more rich people's food. He moves through the people again.

If there was one person, or at least two he didn't want to see. It would be Jason and Damian. Mostly Jason, Jason just hates him and he hates him back.

Through the crowded people, he couldn't help but have a mischievous grin when he took off a ladies’ diamond watch. It was so quick that the elegant woman didn't notice her 20-grand watch.

“Hehe, suckers,” he says under his breath. He stuffed the watch into his black suit. He continues to stride through the ballroom, and there he finally sees you, his eyes widening with excitement. But that seemed to falter as his eyes darkened, his normal blue eyes seemed to look dark ocean blue.

There he sees a girl touching up on you, you look uncomfortable, trying to move back subtly. But it seems she wasn't taking the hint that she isn't as beautiful as she seems.

—NO ONE POV—

Trying to move back, the girl finally had enough. “Why don't you just touch me? Am I not that beautiful for you?!” she exclaimed.

“Not just that, but disgustingly over touchy.” a raspy voice said, you turned around to meet the boy joker out of his alter-ego. His neat blond hair, his dark expression and his eyes glaring at the girl.

“Ja-jacklyn?” you said shocked to see him here. Before you could further ask how he could even be here, he pulls you to his body. Your back making a complete puzzle to his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist, his eyes trained on the girl who looked more shocked than you.

“What the..” she says, seeing his jack’s hands pressed neatly on your hips, his arms making an X due to how he was holding you around your waist with both arms.

“As you can see, he’s mine, sweetheart. Not something your prissy little hands can try and touch.” Jack had a smile on him, but it didn't dare reach his face. A dark look stayed on his face as he squeezed your body tighter to him.

“So back off,” he says lowly, sending chills to the girl who seemed a little scared at how the boy seemed. Whilst you had chills due to his warmth his breath hit your ear.

The girl scoffed, walking off, her heels clicking as she pushed a waiter out of the way. The girl gained weird looks, but that didn't matter as Jack let you go. Dragging you by your arm and pulling you to a quiet place from the ballroom.

“Jack! Slow down, you’re walking so fast.” Jack ignored your protests, he threw you into a room and closed the door from behind without looking.

Stumbling into the room, you glared at him as you turned to stare at him. However, that glare soon disappeared as you saw how Jack looked. His hair is now messy and his eyes hovered over you like a predator.

“Puddin`, as much as I hate rich people,” struts towards you, chuckling darkly, he reaches over and grabs you to him. Having his warm hand behind your neck as his breath fanned over your lips. “I hate the kind that think they can touch you as if they own you,” he says darkly, his already raspy voice making it seem more low.

You couldn't help but breathe slowly, your body warming up as Jack’s eyes scanned over your face. His dark eyes started to light up a bit, “damn you do look good in that suit.” Jack then kisses your lips gently.

His hands smoothly place themselves onto your hips, and you relax into the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your bodies pressed together like an enigma. Jack licks the bottom of your lip, smirking as he feels you open your mouth a bit.

“Good boy,” he says before he fully picks you up effortlessly.

“HANDS OFF THE BOY!” yelled a booming voice. You yelped, moving from Jack as Jack himself groaned annoyed. Turning his head to see Jason with Dick by his side. And then there’s Damian with a fork.

“I may not have a knife, but a fork will do.”

“Well shucks,” Jack places you down, running his fingers through his hair before shrugging. “Guess fun’s over,” he smirks before throwing a king’s card down.

Smoke disgorges from the card, covering the room. The boys coughed whilst Jack grabbed your arm, “C'mon! Let's hit the road babe!” he exclaimed with a goofy expression.

After the smoke cleared up, Jason and Damian were after you whilst Dick was still coughing, leaving the room as Tim walked over to him.

“Yeah. I'm done.” Dick says as Tim gave him a glass of water.

“Good to know. I stopped months ago.”

And this was the most entertaining gala night of your life ever.

[dollishmehrayan]

actually I noticed something I was talking about to my friend the other day was, technically calling damian ‘Damien’ is wrong and often if you call damian ‘damien’ people assume you don’t know him well but I’d like to add something is,

from Arabic his name would be ‘داميان’ (right to left) or دامِيان depending on vowelization so pronounced Dāmyān but here’s where it gets kinda of difficult for non-arabic speakers,

damian and “damien” are both just westernized variants of the same name, originally from Greek of the name damianos which means ‘to tame’ or ‘subdue’ so when transliterate into arabic, you get داميان and then when you retranslate it back to english the pronunciation or spelling might become damien just based on how arabic handles vowels (harakaat) and consonants so is damien wrong?

technically no not in a cultural or linguistic sense damien is just a variation of damian so a regular irl person can be called ‘damien’ but Arabic’s phonetic structure doesn’t differentiate much between two in writing (because there’s no difference in ian or en) the same way it is in English.

but canon wise and fandom wise? It’d be wrong to call him damien because that’s not the ideal spelling of damian wayne

you can even see for yourself and go to google translate and write in English ‘damian’ and then switch it and It’ll write to you ‘Damien’ if you don’t speak arabic.

so next time you see someone call damian wayne ‘Damien’ it could be a honest mistake of them not speaking English so they translate even if it’s incorrect 🥲