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reynahermione · 5 years

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Acceptance (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Requested by @audioshoe , Thank you for requesting this and again I’m sorry for the late response. I didn’t get any notification that you had messaged me.

Dating the youngest Wayne isn’t easy.

The media spends all its time creating fake rumors, people budding in our your relationship on social media, your friends trying to get with your man, your families budding in, it’s pretty irritating at times.

Neither of you really cared about what people said about your relationship. You both love each other so that’s all that matters. But it did tick at you that his family didn’t approve of your relationship. Your parents were doubtful at first, but after seeing how Damian had helped you break out of your shell a bit, they let the relationship continue. Damian’s family didn’t see it though. You had overheard them talking about you “lack of emotions” and thought that it was a bit concerning.

“Do you really have to go?”

You looked over at your phone as you packed your luggage.

“Yes Dami,” you huffed as you stuffed your clothes to make the luggage close, “I already told you that I don’t have a choice in the matter.”

Dad is the CEO of Y/LN Biomedical. This means that when he wants to expand his business, you have to make friends with his potential partners' kids and butter them and their parents up for your dad’s proposal.

“We’ve never been apart for this long.”

You zipped up your luggage and sat down on your bed. You picked up your phone and saw his handsome face, pouting.

“It was going to happen at some point Dami. You’re the son of Bruce Wayne, plus Robin. One of us was bound to go off somewhere for something for a few days.”

“I always assumed we would bring the other along.”

You couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness from his words. It just felt right being around each other. Even now, it felt cold without him even though he was just here not even 3 hours ago.

“I know, I’ll call you every day though. Right before you go out for patrol and I’ll tell you just how bored I was and how I missed you.” Damian chuckled.

“You better, or I’ll bring you right back to Gotham and lock you away in my room!” You both laughed at his playful threat.

This is the Damian Wayne only you get to see. He’s so formal with the world, speaking and acting like he just stepped out of some Shakespearean play. But with you, he’s normal. You like this side of him.

“Hey, Dami!” You heard his older brother Dick call out.

It was an immediate change of emotions for both of you. It’s not that you don’t like his family, on the contrary, you really want them to like you. But Damian and you would rather keep everything about your relationship private. Even if that meant getting the cold reaction from others that you did.

Your dad suddenly poked his head into your bedroom and gave you a thumbs up.

“I have to go, bye.” You quickly hung up.

“Ready kiddo?”

“Yeah.”

You stood up and placed your luggage on the floor.

“Are you okay, kiddo? You look a little down.”

“I’m fine, I’m just tired.”

---Time Skip 3 days into the trip---

The trip has been hell. Ever since you stepped off the plane everything has been very dull and irritating. You didn’t have a choice but to put it aside for the few interactions you’ve had with the children. Apparently, dad heard wrong and they’re actually 6, 3, and newborn, so there’s not much speaking about business.

Dad allowed you to stay in the hotel today, seeing as you refused to get out of bed and he didn’t want to run late for his meeting. Nothing felt right. You really forgot about the concept of time zones, so on the first night while calling Damian, you finally noticed that being on the other side of the world meant that while you were about to fall asleep, he was already up and going on about his day and vice versa. It really put a hinder on your promise as both of you were either too tired or too busy to talk to each other. A possible factor to the irritating mood you were going through.

Your attention was suddenly taken off the crime show and put on your phone as it rang. You grabbed it and looked to see who was calling. It was a private number. What the heck? You answered the call and placed your phone by your ear.

“Hello?”

There was some shuffling and low volume talking on the other side of the call.

“Uh-hi! Is this Y/n?” That voice sounds so familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Uh-yeah. Who’s this?”

“Sorry, this is Dick. I’m Damian’s older brother.” There we go!

“Oh, hey Dick. Can I help you?” Why is he calling? Did something happen to Damian?

“Yeah, did something happen between you and Damian? He’s been acting a little more differently these past few days.”

What? We’re fine. Why wouldn’t he have told me if he was hurt-wait?

Oh, Dami.

“No, nothing’s happened. I’ve just been on a business trip with my dad and it’s been a little hard to talk to each other with the time zone difference and all.” You explained. This seriously has to be the longest conversation you’ve held with his brothers.

“Oooooh!” Are you on speaker?

“Is Dami okay?” You sat up on the bed while grabbing your laptop.

“Physically, yes. Mentally, he seems to really be missing you.” Awe.

“Alright, I’m going back.” You quickly hung up on them and then dialed your dad’s number. He’d surely understand that this is a matter of high alarm.

“Hey, kiddo! What’s up?” He answered almost immediately.

“I’m going back home.” There was a slight pause before he answered back.

“You’re going to Damian?” You couldn’t help the blush that made it’s way back to your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

“Yes.”

“Your mother swore this was gonna happen,” he let out a chuckle, “alright, just call me when you get to the airport and land.”

“I will. Thanks, dad.”

Let's go see Damian!

---Time Skip to after the flight and at Wayne Manor steps---

The whole trip back home felt so fast compared to the flight there. But standing in front of the Wayne Manor front doors felt amazing. Dick opened the door and gave a smile.

“Hey! Thanks for coming.” He said opening the door wider.

“It’s fine. I missed Damian.”

The house was completely quiet. There’s usually some form of screaming going on. Usually, it’s Damian and one of his many siblings chasing each other around with a weapon. He really must be going through something if he’s not doing that.

“I’ve never seen him like this. He’s shut himself off from all of us.” He explained as we walked further into the house.

“He hasn’t said why?” He shook his head as we went up to the second floor.

“We’re just assuming it’s that he misses you.”

The rest of the trip to his bedroom was quiet. As we got closer to his bedroom, it felt like your pace was getting a bit faster with every step. Your nerves were on edge as you grabbed the handle of the door and opened the door. Damian was laying in his bed, facing the wall, but the sound of the door opening made him turn and look at the door.

“Y/n?”

“Hey, Dami.”

He struggled to get himself out from under his blanket as you walked over to his bed to help him out. It was a pretty funny sight as he got himself out and launched himself on to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“What are you doing back so early?”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” His voice was quiet, shaky.

You stayed wrapped in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity while whispering sweet nothings to each other. It was comforting to hear after being apart for so long. Everything about him was comforting. From the way he rubbed some circles on your hips, to the way he dug his head into the crook of your neck, to his familiar scent of pine wood. It was all just so comforting.

“This is sickening adorable.”

We turned and saw the entire Wayne clan watching us. Have they been there the whole time? That’s kinda creepy.

“I’m 19 years old Brown. I don’t partake in adorable actions.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, Damian.”

Bruce Wayne stepped out of the crowd and made his way over to us. He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a small friendly smile.

“Excuse us for our intrusion. It seems like we were wrong about you Y/n. You truly do seem to care about my son. Our actions are unforgivable, but I speak for all of us when I say, welcome to the family Y/n and I hope we can move past this.”

You couldn’t hold back on the smile that graced your face. They were finally accepting you. It’s all you ever wanted from them.

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne.”

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kershellemikeladykiller-blog · 7 years

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Chapter One

The little blue corvette zoomed across the dusty highway running through my hair and beating against my Ray Bans. With the sun ahead of me, there was absolutely nothing to fear. The ball in the sky flickered orange and yellow, getting smaller and smaller and the little dust tornadoes made by my tires twirled skyward. The stars were just coming out and winked at me. I couldn’t help but smile broadly. Nature agreed with me. It always seemed to mirror the way that I was feeling inside. It was saying what I was still too unsure to say.

I was free. Free! All of it was burning and twirling away and finally teasing what would be. All of it looked good. My smile grew wider as I heard the song that was playing on the radio

I’m only human

Let’s shake free of this gravity of resentment

And fly high, fly high.

My smile turned into giggles and then into fits of laughter. I stood halfway and let out a primal scream. I was free! I couldn’t remember the last time that I felt like this. It was intoxicating and relaxing and…….joyful. It was overwhelming. I continued down the highway that I knew was open to me and me alo-----

SCREEEEEEECCHHHHHHHHHHH!

I slammed on the brakes just in time to stop myself from barrelling through a barricade of police officers lined across the I-15. It was like a scene from a movie. I didn’t even blink all the way and when I looked around again there were guns aiming at my head and multiple people screaming at me. I took a deep breath and let it out through my nose. This was not the time to start panicking. It was the worst possible time to start panicking. And yet, on the inside, I was panicking.

I steeled myself before addressing the gargle of policemen that now surrounded my vehicle.

“What seems to be the problem, officers?” I asked flashing my most debonair smile. They all quieted at once. Some of them started looking at each other in pure confusion. Then they started shouting again. Some of them wanted me to get out of the car, some wanted me to get on the ground, one person wanted to know who I was. It was all really confusing. They all gargled at once like angry mother geese. I calmly stared at them before talking again.

“I’m having a hard time understanding anything you guys are saying. Am I in trouble here?”

They quieted again. I knew what they were thinking. They had gotten the wrong girl. The gun that was closest to my face lowered ever so slightly. There he was.

“Officerrrrrrrrrr Jones, is it?” I said peeking at his badge. He firmed up again and pushed his barrel closer to my face.

“Whoa.” I took a manicured finger and tried to push the thin barrel out of the way. “You can put someone’s eye out with that. Be careful with tha----“

The one was replaced with five or six. They don’t like it when you touch their toys. I let out a low whistle. These boys weren’t playing around. It was time to get serious. I looked blankly at them and they stared intently at me. I couldn’t breathe. I dared not breathe.

Okay, Janelle. Just stay calm. They won’t sweat you if you just stay calm.

We stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity. I heard the screeching of gravel and knew that they had requested more backup. I heard doors slamming and then shouting from the back. Something about incompetence, protocol and hardened criminal. Wait. I knew they could not be referring to me as a hardened criminal.

“Get out of my way! Move you morons!” The sea of uniforms parted and from it emerged a round balding man with a salt and pepper moustache. He couldn’t be more than fifty-five and I guessed from the way that he was barking at everyone, he was their boss. He placed both hands on my car and stared straight into me. I stared back. There were chip flakes in the stache. There was sugar in the stache. There was……hair dye?

“Spinelli,” he called calmly. Out of the side of the formation, came a wispy, middle aged man with grey sideburns.

“S-s-sirr?” replied Spinelli.

“Would you, or any of your men, care to tell me why the perp is still in the vehicle?

Hold up. Perp?!

“Sssiirr?!”

Sir rounded on the man. He got dangerously close to him.

“Do you know me to have a speech impediment, Officer Spinelli?” he hissed at him.

“N-n-n-no, sir,” Spinelli replied. He was absolutely terrified. I was absolutely amused.

“You guys had ONE JOB! ONE JOB! You didn’t even do that right! I asked you to apprehend the suspect….”

“Sir. S-s-she’s…..She…..Are you sure she’s the one, sir?” Spinelli offered.

“ARE YOU INSANE?!” Sir screamed. “Have you completely lost it? I asked you to arrest her over forty minutes ago. Forty minutes!!!! Why in the hell is she still in the car?!!!!”

“We did instruct her to get out and she refused to comp---“

“YOU WERE GIVING HER FREAKIN’ OPTIONS?!” Sir ranted at Spinelli.

All the attention was off me at this point. The real show was being put on by Sir and Spinelli. I rested my head on the door just looking in pure amazement. I could forgive them now. It wasn’t that they didn’t care. It was that they were incompetent. I forgave them there and then. I chuckled. A little too loudly it would seem.

“Is something funny to you, PERP?” Sir spat the last word at me.

I took my shades off and threw them onto the passenger seat before turning my face to him again.

“No, sir,” I replied. “I’m just wondering if someone is going to arrest me eventually. Cause it would seem that that is what you wanted to happen here today.”

“You think you’re so clever,” he said.

“Not at all,” I replied. “In fact, I believe quite the opposite of that about myself now. I must not be very smart to still be here after…” I checked my watch.”……almost an hour.”

He stared at me, bewildered at my gumption. I lapped that right on up. Sometimes, it still surprised me.

Don’t worry, bud. I’m getting used to it too.

“Look, Sir, if you’re going to arrest me, I would suggest that you do so now and stop wasting my time. I have somewhere that I need to be and not enough time to get there,” I stated pointedly.

He squinted at me angrily and beelined for the car.

“Listen to me, you murderer, you criminal,” he hissed at me. “If I decide to book you and house you right here then you will stay right here, zip it and not be able to do a damn thing about it.”

I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Wanna bet?”

“SHUT UP! Shut. Up,” Sir barked. I threw my head back and laughed at his attempt to scare me. Maybe in another time, it would have worked but not today. I just laughed. That sent him over the edge. Suddenly, I felt myself being dragged out of the car and heard Sir screaming in my ear. I felt a familiar searing pain on my cheek then cold metal on top of it.

“Laugh! Laugh now! Isn’t it funny anymore? Laugh now!” Sir continued to scream. I was stunned but by the time I collected myself, I gathered that the game had changed. I felt the cold metal around my wrists and the I felt myself being dragged up. Sir turned me around to face him.

“I swear. I will make your life a living hell. I don’t care if you’re a woman. You are nothing but DIRT in my eyes. YOU HEAR ME? Dirt!” he yelled. I could feel flakes of chips hit the side of my face and as much pain as I was in, it took all the strength that I had to not erupt into laughter. My eyes did water though and he mistakenly took it to mean that I was crying. He smiled satisfied.

“Save those tears for the judge. They ain’t gonna save you now. You disgust me. You are the scum of the earth. I am going to make sure that you rot in jail for the rest of your life. Do you hear me? You are so disgusting. If I could I would get rid of you right here and now, you filthy little----“

“Enough!”

Sir froze in his tracks. The sea of uniforms parted again and this time a tall figure emerged. It was too dark to see his face. His trench coat flapped in the wind dramatically. The figure took two steps toward Sir and Sir stared at him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sir sputtered.

“My job,” the figure stated matter-of-factly.

“This isn’t your jurisdiction! Why are you in my town?!”

The figure turned away from Sir and faced me. He flashed his badge although I couldn’t see the details. The way this person carried themselves just exuded authority. He wasn’t to be trifled with. I could feel him staring intently at me even in the darkness.

“Janelle Carson,” he said carefully. “You are under arrest for the crimes of murder and the sale of illegal substances. You have the right to remain silent. Anything that you say from this point onward……”

But I didn’t hear anything after that. I was just mesmerised by the sound of his voice and baffled by the fact that I was about to be imprisoned again. All over again.

#chapter 1 #new chapter #LadyKiller #newnovel

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