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gay-dorito-dust · 3 months

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Heyyy

So I really liked the Damian Wayne x reader platonic friend thingy your wrote. I really feel like there should be more of those.

Anyways, k cam where to respect something similar. Can u maybe write hc on what it'd be like to be friends w him? Like bantering n stuff and maybe u can focus a bit on how Bruce feels abt it? Oh and bonus points if the reader is awkward.

Toodles!

Being friends with Damian isn’t easy in the slightest, mainly because he doesn’t make it easy for anyone to befriend him in the first place. So the fact that you managed to accomplish that was a major achievement already.

However that didn’t mean anything afterwards was made any easier for you just because you managed to make the impossible become possible. No. Why? Damian is one hell of a dry conversationalist if Titus or animals in general weren’t involved.

He’s basically an extroverts worst nightmare given a human form. For no matter how hard you tried to bait him into giving more then a one word answer out of him, it always ends with Damian not taking the bait and allowing a air of awkward silence to befall you both while everyone else was having a better time then you.

You: hey Damian.

Him: hello l/n.

You: how have you been?

Him: in peak condition, why?

You: it’s because I don’t see you that much outside of school, it’s almost as if your allergic to social interaction.

Him: Tt. why should I go out of my way to do such a thing? I have you as an acquaintance don’t I?

You: I mean yeah I guess-

Him: then I have no need to expand my friend group, for they’ll only disappoint me. Now is that all?

You: I mean there’s not much else to talk about at this point.

Him: good.

*cue to the pair of you sitting in utter, awkward silence*

When Damian says one friend is all he needs, he genuinely means it. One is enough for him. He doesn’t need anymore because he knows that he doesn’t have the time for them. Plus he might not say it out loud but he does appreciate your friendship, even if your both awkward individuals within most social situations, but he is happy that someone finally gave him a chance to be a friend.

So even if you were to ever ask why you were friends it’ll probably go something a bit like this;

You: why are you friends with me?

Him: you aren’t an idiot, plus you’re the only one who isn’t insufferable.

You: is that meant to be taken as a compliment or…

Him: take it as you see fit.

You: okay…

Damian as a friend would be protective i’d like to think? I mean you are literally the first friend he’s made so naturally he’s going to feel something when he sees you being friends with anyone else that wasn’t him.

Was it insecurity that you not day might not want to be his friend anymore? Possibly.

Will he ever admit to it though? No. This is Damian we’re talking about, of course he won’t.

Also being friends with Damian would best summed up as being two people who shouldn’t work but ultimately do either way, kind of like an ‘against all their differences they’re the best of friends’ type of duo because nobody and I mean nobody saw a friendship between you two ever happening. Ever.

Not even the great Bruce Wayne.

Speaking about him. If you ever got to visit the Wayne Manor and meet his father aka THE Bruce Wayne. Take it as a sign as you’ve made it as Damian’s best friend.

Would you shit yourself upon meeting quite possibly the most powerful man in Gotham? Yes and your sweating buckets on top of that, all the while Damian would be stood next to you completely unfazed as he introduced you to his father as his best mate.

Damian: father.

Bruce: Damian.

Damian: *points to you* this is my best friend and I expect that they get treated with respect during their visit here.

You: hi- hello it’s an honour to meet you M-Mr Wayne sir.

Bruce: tell me how you’ve come to befriend my son?

You: we were in the same art class and I noticed that he had no one to sit next to, and so I offered for him to sit with me, keep in mind I’m not that well liked and practically had a whole table to myself, and I’d like to think our friendship started with that small act of kindness Mr Wayne sir.

Bruce: and had Damian been kind to you?

You: in his own unique way sir but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Bruce: *smiled* you’re a good kid l/n and you can go ahead and drop the formalities and call me Bruce instead. I shall go and tell Alfred to add another plate at the dinner table tonight.

Bruce, upon hearing that Damian had made a friend, wanted to meet you within immediate effect and see whether or not his son made for a good judge of character and he wasn’t disappointed.

Given the fact that you were awkward aside, you were defiantly what Damian needed for a friend, and Bruce was happy to see his son finally get to be normal for once as he watched from the window as Damian practically dragged you out to the spacious backyard with an excitable Titus on your heels as the Great Dane tried to get up and personal with you.

Alfred: they are certainly a pair, aren’t they master Bruce.

Bruce: an odd pair they may seem but they even out the other perfectly. Besides when was the last time Damian looked genuinely happy?

Alfred; can’t say that I recall sir.

Bruce: neither can I. At first I was sceptical but I’m glad being wrong. I can only hope that a friendship like theirs will stand the test of time because there will be times that will test their limits with one another. But if they’re as good a pair as I think they are then they’ll be perfectly fine.

Alfred: couldn’t have put it better myself sir *smiles alongside Bruce as they watched you and Damian act on your own within the others presence while in comfortable silence as Titus fell asleep at both of your feet.*

Yeah you’ll both be alright. You’ve got each other after all and that’s what matters at the end of the day.

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jaebeomsbitch · 10 months

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Cherry Lips (E.M)

Pt II: in progress

Summary: Your childhood best friend steps up when your baby daddy skips town. Eddie had been with you through all stages of life, what's helping you through motherhood? Or Eddie Munson sucks out a clogged milk duct when you're in pain and eventually you finally sleep together

Pairing: Bestfriend! Eddie x Single Mom! Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Titty sucking

A/N: Inspired by a reddit thread that I currently cannot find. Will update with link when I do. Smut next chapter!

You were knocked up by some stranger, a piece of shit who ran away as soon as you told him your one night stand ended in this, in the sweet baby girl. Luckily for you, your best friend Eddie was there every step of the way. He held you while you cried holding the pee stick, fuck he drove you to get it. He took you to every appointment, you eventually got tired of correcting the nurses that he wasn’t the father.

You’d known Eddie for a long time. You were stuck at the hip since fifth grade, you can’t really pinpoint the day you became friends it just kind of happened. Your parents suspected he was your boyfriend, he was met with raised eyebrows when you first introduced him to your parents. After months of seeing you interact they grew maybe less suspicious or more like there was some unrequited love there. He looked at you like you were the sun in the sky and the waves in the ocean. You’d never really noticed or maybe you ignored it and Eddie was always too much of a coward to bring it up. Eventually the time passed where it became too awkward for him to say something…Say it, say anything really. You were friends for too long for him to finally come out with it so, he repressed those feelings.

He slept around but never had a real girlfriend. Not that he didn’t want it, who doesn't want to have a partner? Who doesn't want to be beloved? His heart ached every time he saw you. Anytime he tried to date they didn’t want you around. They were always suspicious of you, of the way you touched him, the way you laughed around him but most importantly the way he looked at you.

He held your hand as you gave birth to her, he yelled at your grip like the drama queen he is. His bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat, his mouth nervously spilling out words. What words? Mostly gibberish with a bit of praise about how well you were doing. You couldn’t really internalize whatever the fuck was going on. You just wanted the pain to end, whoever said childbirth was a miracle… it was a miracle anyone fucking did it. But this was your cross to bear, you wanted nothing more to be a mother even if it meant this. If it meant you needed stitches to hold you together, even if you felt bloated, and you didn't sleep most nights.

Eddie was a godsend, he didn’t need to step up. He was your best friend not the father, the father was somewhere in florida fucking anything with a hole, probably fucking up some other girls life. But Eddie was here, he practically moved in when you found out you were pregnant. He started working overtime and put a downpayment on a house. Eddie… your Eddie the guy who promised to leave Hawkins and never return to this shitty town took on a thirty year mortgage. He refused your money when you wanted to pay rent, said he needed to move out of Wayne’s a long time ago. He didn’t know you were secretly putting money into the principal loan every month as rent.

He was there and you didn’t know how to feel about it. You loved him for as long as you could remember. A deep rooted seed of love in your heart was planted there since the first day you met him. Since that awkward, too loud, lanky boy bumped into you in the hallway. Your heart ached, it was agonizing. Maybe if you were a different person, if you weren’t so afraid of commitment things would be different. Maybe if you weren’t a coward this would be his baby. A part of you knew though, knew that he saw your beautiful baby as his. You saw it in the way he held her after she was born, the way his dimples adorned his face as he cooed at her, and the way he loaded her in the car checking the seatbelt eight times to make sure she was secure.

He’d wake up in the middle of the night and change her when you were too tired. He’d come home tired and hold her to give you a break. You can still remember the day you built the nursery. He went with you to the supply store to help pick out the paint, his hand on your back as you argued about which color to paint the walls. The guy working the paint station looked at you both with a bored expression. It all felt too domestic, it felt normal. You couldn’t pinpoint why but you could pinpoint that dull throb in your heart when he mockingly told you wanted to paint the walls with piss because you wanted yellow. Eventually you both decided on white, Eddie got his way. He’d read in a manual that white was productive for babies… How? You didn’t fucking know but you couldn’t argue with him when he looked at you with those big chocolate eyes and pulled you around the store gently, his hand never leaving the small of your back.

Every night a piece of you feels broken… more like something is missing. Like there’s a tug in your heart and it leads eight feet to the wall on your right. To those ugly gray sheets and black comforter. You pad around the kitchen as she sleeps. You try and make yourself some quick dinner before she wakes up for her meal. There’s a throb in your breast, they feel tender and swollen, something that isn’t unusual but something feels wrong. They ache and feel tight, just as you turn off the stove and grasp the counter Eddie walks in.

“Honey I’m home~~” He sing songs quietly.

“Eds” You whisper harshly trying not to crumple into a heap as you grip your tender breast. You can hear the thuds of his work boots stomping towards you.

“What’s wrong?” He says in a panicked voice watching your head hung down in pain.

“I- I don’t know. It hurts” You say, trying not to cry. You couldn’t freak out right now.

“Where, where does it hurt sweetheart?” He whispers, eyes wide and full of anxiety. His hands reach for you, touching you all over trying to find the source as you gasp for air. The sharp pains in your breast only getting worse.

“My breast hurt s’bad” You silently cry, your knuckles turning white as you grip the counter harder.

“Woah,” He says, holding you as you sway, the pain becoming increasingly unbearable like a water balloon about to pop.

“We have to go to the hospital, somethings not right Eds” You say looking up at him, your nails digging into his forearm.

“Your breast hurts? I- I read something in the manual about this” He says hurriedly, watching as you tremble.

“I think I can make it better. I think you've got a clogged milk duct. Fuck sweetheart, okay. I- I have to suck on your nipple,” He says, holding you closer to him bearing your weight.

“W-what?” You ask, maybe you just hallucinated that.

“Yes, women have their husbands suck the blockage out all the time. Trust me, It’ll make you feel better and if it doesn't work we’re rushing towards the hospital” He almost pleads as he watches your face scrunch up with pain.

“Okay, j-just do it” You say, the pain increases more and more. You let of your breast as he lifts you onto the counter, one of his hands on your waist and the other quickly bringing your shirt down. He was used to seeing your breasts because you liked to breast feed but this was different. You can’t even think about it because his lips are engulfing your nipple and he's sucking hard. Your hand comes up to tangle in his hair, holding him in place. The pain hurts so bad, it feels like it's shooting into your skin but also like it could pop like an overinflated balloon. Groans leave your mouth, your fingers pulling at his scalp as he continues to suck on your nipple. Small tears leave the corner of your eyes squeezed shut.

Finally a floodgate opens and the pain starts to slowly subside. The feeling of his lips around your breast becomes a little more apparent, you blink your eyes open as he pops off your breast.

“Did it work?” He asks, his lips covered in saliva as some of your breast milk dribbles out.

“Thank you,” You say, voice cracking as you feel the pain fading away. Your hands not leaving his hair. You become acutely aware of the way his thumb is comfortingly brushing your waist.

“It’s okay, you’re alright now,” He says softly, wiping the tears away. He looks down for a second before covering you back up. You stay there for a second, his hips slotted in between your legs, your fingers in his hair, and his thumb dragging across your waist. Eventually you let go of his hair, maybe you realized the position you’re in. Eddie clears his throat, stepping back from you, “You okay? We can still go to the hospital and get you checked out” He says, those big puppy eyes looking at you with concern.

“I’m okay now, thank you for… uhm doing that” You say, your cheeks painted with a blush as you feel your blood run up towards your cheeks.

“No problem. Just let me know if you feel it again and I’ll help, okay? Don’t feel embarrassed” He gives you a small smile. Without you asking he helps you off the counter, his strong hands holding your hips as he places you down on the floor. He says something about needing a shower as he leaves to his room, stopping by to check up on the baby.

You stay frozen, your knees weak at your interaction. Eddie was so effortlessly sweet, he’d spent months reading every baby manual he could find in the library. Anytime he was out of town he’d pick up a new one trying to find every tip and trick to help you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to return to make dinner. Your thoughts full of Eddie, of the grip he had on you. How would his calloused fingers feel on your skin? How would his tongue feel against your sensitive nipples when you weren’t in pain? Fuck, no don’t imagine your best friend like this. He wasn’t your anything, he was just helping.

You have dinner with Eddie, he tells you about all the new work gossip like nothing ever happened thirty minutes ago. Not that anything did happen, it wasn’t like he fucked you on that counter. No matter how many times you’ve imagined it before, especially the night he brought you here the first time… You were getting sidetracked again. You can’t help but notice the crinkles in his eyes as he laughs about something that happened at the shop or the way his hands move wildly as he tries to speak quietly. That is until there's a cry in the nursery, without taking a second glance at you he paces towards the room scooping up your daughter. You walk into the room watching as he rocks her “Shhh shhh, I’m right here honey. It’s okay” He soothes.

“I think the little munchkin is hungry,” he coos in a baby voice turning towards you. You walk closer to them and grab her, she’s already suckling on the fabric of your shirt before you can pull it down.

“Wow, we got an eager girl” Eddie laughs. We. You chuckle pulling down your shirt and adjusting her so she can latch on. Eddie looks away, “Need company?” He asks as you sit down on your nursing chair, he hands you a pillow to rest your arms on.

“No it’s okay you’re probably tired. Get some rest” You say looking up at him.

“But I haven’t seen my little pumpkin all day,” he pouts, fingers wiggling towards her.

“Eds really, you don’t have to. You had a long day at work,” You say feeling guilty for relying on him so much. He waves his hand pulling up a seat and sitting down.

“I want to hang out,” He says, yawning. You can see how tired he is, the way he’s already started trying to blink the sleep away but Eddie is stubborn. He sits there watching you both for a second but his eyelids get heavier and heavier until he falls asleep in the chair. You try to nudge him awake but he doesn’t wake. It isn’t until she’s finished eating and you've burped her that you are able to stand and wake him up. Your hand gentle on his shoulder as you shake him.

“Eds, Eddie, time for bed,” You say softly. He groans, slowly cracking his eyes open, you caress his face, “Time for bed.” He nods his head, standing up at a snail's pace. He puts a kiss on her forehead and then yours before he stumbles into his room and crashes onto his bed. You stand there stunned, Eddie was affectionate sure but he’d never kissed your forehead. He was sleep deprived, that’s all that it was. Guilt gnaws at you, knowing he’s so tired because of you. Because his heart is too big and he’ll do everything in his power to help you even when he doesn’t have to.

You spend some time getting her to settle down and fall asleep again before you leave the room. Your hand hesitates over the phone. It was late, like really late but you needed to tell someone how you felt. God, maybe you needed a therapist. Your fingers work over the buttons, you press the receiver to your ear as it rings, it doesn't click until almost the last ring.

“Hello?” A sleepy voice says.

“Robin, fuck sorry for calling so late,” You whisper.

“No, it’s alright. I haven’t heard from you in a week. I was starting to get worried, "she says.

“Rob… something fucking weird happened today,” You say, your heart pounding in your chest as you keep glancing over to his bedroom.

“Oh my god is she okay? Do you want me to drive over there? I’m getting my bag,” She says frantically.

“Robin, she’s completely healthy. Calm down,” You say in a hushed tone.

“Oh thank God,” She breathes out. “What happened?” she asks curious as to why you’re calling her almost near midnight. You always called on her during the day.

“Today… I guess I had a clogged milk duct and I didn’t know but that shit hurt like a mother fucker a-and…God this is so embarrassing,” You groan as silently as you can, not that Eddie could hear, he’s a very heavy sleeper except when it came to your baby’s cries.

“Oh my god, this sounds juicy. Spill it out, bitch,” She says.

“Eddie sucked on it until it got unclogged” You whispered hurriedly.

“WHAT,” Robin yells over the receiver.

“Shh- shut the fuck up you’re gonna blow my ear drum out,” You say biting your nail. Your eyes keep flicking towards his bedroom like you're doing something you’re not supposed to.

“Holy shit give me the play by play… Actually–. God I just know this is one of your depraved fantasies,” She laughs loudly.

“Hardy har, I should give you a comedian of the year award. But… He literally pulled me onto the counter, whipped it out and started sucking like it was a normal thing to do. I was in so much pain I didn’t have time to freak out but I’m kind of freaking the fuck out,” You whisper.

“I do deserve an award. So you’re telling me he manhandled you and helped you… Girl that sounds like your wet dream. Weren't you always talking about–” Robin says.

“Shut the fuck up, this is serious! He acted normal when we had dinner but like… I mean he sucked my titty. Is that not supposed to be weird? Like it’s weird right?” You start pacing the kitchen.

“Or are you making it weird? I think you’re overthinking it. Unless there's something else isn’t there? You like him, I mean everyone in fucking Hawkins thinks he’s your baby daddy anyway. What happened… Oh my god did you like it you dirty dog?” She gasps.

“Yes, fine okay I sort of liked it and there was this moment,” You hush hurriedly.

“A moment?” Robin is intrigued

“He didn't move after he helped. He was rubbing my hip until he knew I was okay, he asked me like forty times, and then he pulled me off the counter. Fuck and then he did the thing” You groan.

“The thing?”

“He fucking went after the baby as soon as she started crying like it was out of instinct. Fuck Rob… I’m in too deep,” You sigh.

“You wanna hear my opinion?” Robin says, you hum in response.

“He’s had a massive fucking crush on you since like forever ago. Everyone can see it, he looks at you like you're the next coming of Jesus Christ,” She says

“No he doesn’t,” You immediately deflect.

“Are you actually serious? He fucking bought a house for you. Eddie Munson, the guy who despises Hawkins, bought a house… for you. He comes home and takes care of your baby, he spends his days off with you two. When was the last time he’s even had a fling? Fucking two years ago? That man is in love with you, you’re just in denial and he’s just a coward,” She rips into you.

“But what if he isn’t Rob? What if I tell him and he- he doesn't feel the same? I couldn’t live here anymore, fuck I couldn’t even look at him. I- I don’t know I’m just so fucking scared of losing him….” You feel the tears in your eyes spring forward.

“Hey, hey no one is holding a gun to your head and forcing you to tell him but I’m glad you finally admitted it. I just want you to know that I’m a thousand percent sure he’s fucking more than head over heels for you. He’s like stupidly in love with you… You could have the dream life. The white picket fence, the husband, you know the whole shebang if you just told him.” She sighs.

“I don’t know Rob. I need him in my life, I can’t fuck this up. He’s like the sun and I’m just some shitty little weed that’ll wilt and die if he’s gone,” You say, trying to get rid of the tightness in your throat.

“Hey you are not a fucking weed. You are a fucking Magnolia, this huge tree full of love and life. Don’t sell yourself short or I will drive the ten hours there and personally kick your ass,” She scolds.

“How does one impersonally kick someone's ass?” You laugh. Robin always knew how to make you feel better.

“Don’t change the subject. Now you have to confess your sins. Since when did you start liking him?” She asks like you’re still in high school.

“Ugh you’re annoying. Uhh… I don’t know I think I always did but it became like a thing in sixth grade. We were at this stupid party, I don’t know why my parents let me go. It was just like a bunch of tweens jacked up on soda playing spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven and I had to kiss some random guy. I kept wishing, praying, hoping it landed on him and it kind of clicked. God and he was so fucking weird looking back then too. Like his arms were too long for his torso,” You laugh.

“Oh? You’ve been holding out. Now I gotta see some photos of you two back then,” Robin laughs imagining how Eddie looked back then.

“I was worse, I was going through a weird bangs combed over phase and I had these big chunky glasses. Ugh I don’t even want to think about it,” You groan. Then there's a cry in the nursery, “Shit I gotta go. I’ll talk to you tom- today and you can catch me up on your date. Alright byeeee,” You rush. You hear a faint “Bye” as you put the phone on the hook and walk back towards the nursery.

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estoricwaterlane · 4 months

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Can't say : Chapter 1

character: Damian Wayne

fandom: DC

pairing: Damian Wayne xFem!Reader

tags: fluff,romance,slowburn,angst, unrequited love, childhood sweethearts

warning: its a bit suggestive not that much though lol

a/n: none

Damian stood outside his father's home, enjoying the fresh air. It was a crisp night, but he had donned a jacket to ward off the chill. As he gazed out over the peaceful estate grounds, he saw a woman in a large overcoat approaching.

She waved eagerly at him, and his brow creased with confusion. She clearly wasn't a part of his father's private army, or any of his associates that he knew.

Damian scowled as the woman continued to approach, now hopping up the front steps.

“Mr. Al Ghul what a surprise!” The woman's smile didn't falter as she held out her hand for Damian to shake. But she pulled his arm and guided him into a hug.

His shoulders stiffened , his arms went limp by his sides, and he began backing away to the door"What do you want ?" He demanded, trying not to sound too gruff.

“Well, we haven't had a chance to catch up in quite some time. How have you been?” She pulled back, and peered at him expectantly. “It seems like you've become quite handsome since I last saw you.” Damian couldn't help it, he smirked.

“Well ever since you got your boyfriend , there's really no reason for us to be friends.”

She pursed her lips and looked away, clearly unhappy with the line.

“Please, I just want to talk about old times.” Her voice sounded slightly hollow, and she dropped her eyes to the floor.

She nudged his shoulder with her own, and his nose wrinkled.

"I'll tell you what - how about I bring you a special cup of tea tonight? A little to apologize?”

His nostrils flared as he backed up towards the street, forcing himself not to run. There was something almost nauseating about her; her perfume, the way she cooed.

"I'm not interested," he scoffed.

"You sure? Not even the famous mint tea from my family's estate? It's said to ease sore muscles and improve sleep," she offered.

His brow twitched. Damian was quite the tea aficionado. He always looked forward to his father's expertly-brewed leaves and exotic blends. Perhaps a sip wouldn't hurt, just to appease her. Besides, this entire interaction seemed a bit contrived; after all, why would she be here?

"Go on. Try some! Maybe it will loosen that tight spot you've got in your throat. The one that's preventing you from saying more than a few words at a time," she jested.

Her teeth gleamed behind dark red lipstick, and he took an involuntary step back.

"Very well. You've piqued my curiosity. Bring the tea by," he conceded.

Her lips curled into a triumphant smile. "Yay! I'll bring it right to your doorstep."

"One more thing," Damian said, before turning back toward the mansion.

"What's that?" She called after him.

"Bring yourself along too." His reply was cut short when the door slammed shut in her face.

His feelings for her just couldn’t go away. Ever since she met that sleazebag she calls her ‘boyfriend’ he couldn’t get her out of his head. He could only think about the moment when he finally has her. I mean he knew she was a bit slow, but he didn’t think she’d be so oblivious to not recognize his feelings for her. His childhood best friend.

She arrived promptly the next day with two cups and a small basket filled with a variety of teas and infused waters.

"Here you are!" she exclaimed, handing the tin to Damian. "Sorry it took me a while. I had to dig up some of the old estate's recipes. Do you prefer it hot or iced?"

"I prefer it steeped correctly and served in a proper teacup," he muttered.

"Okay, Mister Prissypants." She began unloading the assortment of pots and jars, shaking her head with amusement.

She settled into the seat across from him, her feet tapping in time with the clock on the wall. She was a whirlwind, flitting around his immaculately decorated living room as if she owned the place.

Damian smirked when her fingers caressed a particularly rare and valuable vase.

He found himself wondering about her personal life, but decided to keep those thoughts to himself. Her looks alone were enough to fuel a thousand fantasies.

“So, what do you think so far?" She poured the rich, golden liquid into his mug, and his nostrils flared with the fragrant, slightly sweet scent.

"It's acceptable," he conceded.

She only raised an eyebrow. "You've got quite the poker face, Damian.”

He snorted. "Pardon me?"

"Like, your expression. You're a total brick wall," she explained.

He stared at her for a moment. She was babbling nonsense. She had nothing on his mastery of deception and camouflage.

But he couldn't help but admit that there was something about her. Something that made him want to give her the time of day, even though she had arrived like an overly friendly tornado.

"There must be a reason you're going to great lengths to earn my attention," Damian said, taking a sip from his cup.

"A bit presumptuous, no?" he remarked.

Her eyes twinkled. "Says the one who demanded my presence for his tea tasting."

He grunted, unable to argue her point. She had a knack for being incredibly bold and direct. It was unnerving but refreshing.

She swished the hot drink in her cup, biting her bottom lip.

"Have you ever tried getting out more?" she asked tentatively.

"I do get out," he snapped. "I train daily, and I also maintain this vast and complex garden."

She sighed. "I meant, socially, Damian. Like, interacting with other people. We're having a party tonight at the estate. Why don't you come over?"

Damian scoffed. "No thank you."

She pouted. "Don't you miss being around people your own age? Like, talking, laughing, and doing things together?"

"Nope," Damian answered.

She glared at him. "Then maybe you can help me pick some fresh flowers for tonight's festivities. I know you're probably itching to get back to work, but I think you'd enjoy it."

Damian narrowed his eyes. "Why should I waste my free time picking weeds in the dead of winter?"

He found himself intrigued by her persistence and curiosity. In his isolation, he had grown accustomed to the quiet. But now, there was an opportunity to be heard.

So he followed her to the sprawling estate gardens, which he tended with care and pride.

As they strolled the pristine pathways and trimmed bushes, he saw how her face lit up with wonder. "This place is a dream," she said, inhaling the fragrant air.

"Thank you," he replied.

"Well, isn't this a surprise. You can actually say something that doesn't involve insulting my hospitality," she teased.

He shook his head. "Tsk. Your ego is the size of your ridiculous overcoat," Damian retorted.

She threw her head back and laughed, the sound filling the empty space between them. Damian's mouth twitched as if wanting to join her.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she whispered conspiratorially.

"You're the worst gossip," Damian groaned.

"Listen, I'm kind of nervous about tonight," she confessed. "My parents are really big socialites. Everyone is going to judge me and, like, laugh."

She crossed her arms, hugging herself. Damian noticed her vulnerability for the first time. There was a hint of uncertainty in her features.

"I can't promise to make small talk, or make anyone feel at ease, but I can assure you that no one will dare to judge," Damian replied.

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul #damian al ghul x reader

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midnight-pluto · 1 year

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COFFEE: PG.04 — Batfamily Shenanigans

COFFEE: Tim Drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other’s life, forever?

TW: brief mentions of gunshots, bullying (let me know if I misread anything)

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MONDAY, MARCH 7 2023 — 11:01 PM

IT WAS ANOTHER night on your shift. Usually things would be pretty boring but this past week was quite enjoyable for you - giving coffee to Tim, interacting with the Wayne family online, meeting the Wayne brothers in real life, and catching up with your old friend and coworker.

But of course, life never lets you enjoy things for long until bashing your head unwillingly into negativity. Another reason why you felt like you were life’s least favorite.

It didn’t take long for you to react to the sound of window glass shattering, crouching behind the counter you worked at.

Trying to keep your heavy breaths quiet, you listen to the heavy footsteps coming from the supposed attacker and the horrified gasps and scrambling of the customers you had served.

Covering your mouth with your hands, you slowly lift your head up to look at the shiny reflection of the coffee machine you had polished just last night.

‘Thank you, past me.’

In the reflection you saw a silhouette of a scraggly hat which made your mind immediately go to one villain in particular - Scarecrow.

That’s when it finally processed in your mind - ‘He’s gonna fill this place up with fear gas.’

“Scarecrows active again,” Oracle announced over comms, “Just got word that he’s attacking your favorite Café.”

“Ah shit,” Spoiler cursed, “Isn’t he supposed to wait for Halloween? It’s almost the end of March.”

“Not all villains are seasonal, dumbass,” Robin scoffs.

“Language Robin,” Batman scolds.

“Alright, tracking all of your coordinates and . . . Red, you’re closest to the café,” Oracle announced, “I’m sending you directions right now.”

“Robin or Hood?” the bucket man asked, sounds of gun shots in the background.

“Robin.”

“On it.”

The sound of a grappling hook and wind was heard over comms before immediately quieting.

Wind was blowing in Red Robin’s hair and howling in his ears, as he landed on a nearby rooftop observing the small corner café.

Observing the surrounding area he sees that there were only a few goons outside of the café but there was a likelihood of more to be inside with Scarecrow himself.

Cursing as he hears maniacal laughter coming from inside he immediately leaps down, drop kicking a goon and soon swiftly taking out the others as well.

TIMESKIP (shhh, I’m saving you all from a cringe fight scene)

After taking care of Scarecrow, Spoiler had arrived and helped some of the victims of the fear gas.

Red Robin on the other hand was checking around for some others behind the counter and it didn’t take long for his eyes to land on you.

The moment you inhaled Scarecrows toxin, you could no longer see your surroundings properly. It was no longer the warm and cozy café around you, it was the middle school you used to go to back in New York and suddenly, you were just a kid.

Old faces of your bullies were surrounding you, laughing and calling you names causing your breathing become shallow.

You didn’t know what hurt worse, the bullies, or what they used to be; best friends who you simply shared a little bit about yourself and they all recoiled in disgust.

They all surrounded you just like how they used to, throwing trash your way, telling you all your intrusive thoughts about yourself were right.

“Undeserving.”

“Worthless.”

“Freak.”

“Hey- you okay?”

Wait, that can’t be right.

Slowly, the image of the your bullies slowly faded away and the only blur were the tears clouding your vision.

The only thing you make out was the rough outline of the shined coffee machine, the color of your pants, and a bit of- red, black, and yellow?

Looking up, you see the symbol of a red bird against the red of the figures chest automatically making you think of one vigilante in particular - Red Robin.

SPECIAL NOTE: apologies for not posting this sooner, my life kinda had a domino effect and not in a good way.

N e ways, I hope you all have a good rest of your day/night and make sure to drink water and take care of yourselves! <33

TAGLIST: @grandstrangerphantom @marsbars09 [ if you would like to join, feel free to send me an ask or to comment! ]

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inourtownofhawkins · 10 months

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𝐼 𝒹𝑜.

Summary: You and Eddie have been best friends for as long as you both can remember, and while both of you secretly always wanted to be more, it was never meant to be... or was it?

Author’s note: I don't even really have an explanation for this; as soon as I heard I Do by (G)I-DLE I knew I wanted to write something with it.

CW: 18+, swearing, drinking, smoking, Eddie is a bit of a hoe, Reader does get drunk

Word count: 2.4k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

Hit me like a shot in the heart

Never shoulda played you so hard

Guess I played myself, that’s my fault

Summertime meant one thing for you: spending all of your time with your best friend, Eddie. Both of you had been friends since childhood; with your parents and Wayne being lifelong friends before you. Wayne would often babysit you when your parents were busy, so you naturally became friends with Eddie when he moved in with Wayne when you were teenagers.

Both of you would spend all day together; finding secluded spots in the woods to smoke and drink and talk about life or go swimming in Lovers Lake if the sun was out or playing video games, going to the arcade, or watching movies if it was raining. You were practically inseparable from each other.

You’d always thought Eddie was cute and even had the biggest and embarrassing crush on him for a while after the pair of you met, your diary being filled with doodles of Mrs. Eddie Munson in hearts for months on end. You never dared tell him about your crush, and by the time you felt like something might happen; Eddie had seemingly gotten a girlfriend. Well, you say girlfriend, but you were sure they were just hookups, nothing more and nothing less.

It hurt at first knowing Eddie was sleeping around and it wasn’t with you, but you got over it, you had to. There was no way in hell Eddie would ever look at you in a romantic way, anyway, both of you practically grew up together – it would be weird.

You walked through the trailer park, your backpack filled with everything you needed for the day and a towel draped over your shoulder. Summer days with Eddie were always unpredictable so it was best to always bring everything for every possibility, no matter how weird it ended up being.

Skipping up to Eddie’s trailer, you didn’t even have time to knock before the door was opened and Sloane stepped out, laughing at something Eddie had said and smelling like cigarettes and sex. You could see her neck and cleavage covered in fresh love bites, along with some older ones that had faded slightly.

You knew she’d spent the night with him; her cropped shirt and short shorts and tiny purse were a dead giveaway they’d gone out then gone back to Eddie’s. She stopped laughing as soon as she saw you, giving you an awkward and forced smile as she walked past and got to her car.

You’d seen Sloane hang around Eddie a few times; it was clear they got on like a house on fire. Eddie had never invited her when it was just you and him hanging out, he always made that clear with anyone he was “seeing” but you still saw them around while you were doing other things.

With how many times you saw him and her together and the way they were interacting, it was almost obvious that they were together, but you knew Eddie would’ve told you if they were, right?

Once Sloane had left, Eddie stepped aside to let you inside. “Hey, sweetheart, I didn’t realise you were getting here so early, I would’ve told her to leave beforehand.”

You shook your head, brushing him off as you dumped your things on the counter. “You’re alright, I would’ve called ahead if I knew you had a guest over.” You tried your best to not let it show that it clearly was bothering you, but you were always terrible at hiding things from Eddie, he knew how to read you far too well.

“If it bothers you, you know you can tell me, right? I’m not gonna get mad if it does.”

Oh, if you only knew.

You sighed. “Seriously, Eds, it doesn’t bother me… it’s just you hang out with her basically anytime you don’t hang out with me, you’re gonna make me think it’s something more than just fucking.”

“What if it was?”

I don’t even know how to think

‘Cause now she got your heart so I feel

Stupid, foolish

‘Fraid I’m losing everything

I thought I couldn’t

My whole world is falling apart

You tried to pretend like his words weren’t replaying your head all day, making your heart break over and over again. Eddie had asked you constantly if you were okay, and you constantly assured him that you were fine. He knew something was off with you, probably even knew why things were off with you but he never asked.

Even when both of you were doing your favourite things together, your mood still didn’t improve. Constantly in your head, you were thinking of him and Sloane doing those things too behind your back, even though Eddie had assured you in the past that anything he did with you was exclusive to you and him, he never did it with anyone else.

So how come you couldn’t shake the feeling that he hasn’t taken at least one of his hookups to Lovers Lake to screw?

You didn’t care. You didn’t care. You didn’t fucking care.

Eddie could do whatever he wanted, it’s not like he’d ever even notice that you were hopelessly in love with him and the reason you never went on dates with anyone else was because of your feelings for Eddie.

You knew your feelings for him were holding you back. Heck, Eddie would even say it himself. He’d say that being in love with someone you couldn’t be with was stopping you from living your life, hooking up with people, going to parties, potentially meeting someone new.

But you didn’t want any of that, you just wanted Eddie.

Sure, there’d been potentially other guys, but they never came remotely close to replacing Eddie, no matter how hard they’d tried.

The images of Eddie and Sloane or literally other girl you’d ever seen him with clouded every single thought you had, and it was starting to give you a headache, no matter how much water you drank or food you ate.

Once again, Eddie had asked if you were okay, and you brushed him off. “I just have a headache; I might head off and get some sleep.”

Eddie frowned, he almost looked disappointed at you going home early but he didn’t say it. Instead, he helped you to your feet and began packing up both of your things. “I can drive you home.”

“No, that’s okay. I wanna walk.” You shook your head, grabbing your backpack from him and forcing your feet into your converse. You barely even looked at him before you walked away from him, because you knew if you did, you’d start to cry. All you wanted was to be alone and only have a bottle of alcohol for company while you sobbed and listened to sad love songs, not exactly an unusual way for you to spend your nights.

Don’t you go falling in love

Trust me she’s not the one

She won’t ever

Love you like I do

Hold you like I do, know you like I do

Once you got home, you locked your bedroom door and stared at your phone’s lock screen, expecting Eddie to call but he never did. He texted to make sure you were okay, got home safe and even apologised for whatever he’d said. But you knew he didn’t know exactly what he did wrong, not that you’d tell him.

Tossing your phone onto your bed, you sat down towards the end of it and just stared at the floor. You knew you couldn’t keep up the façade of hiding your feelings towards Eddie anymore, you had to tell him but if he was really dating Sloane like you assumed and he somewhat implied, your feelings wouldn’t even matter to him anyway.

Your eyes darted up to the half full bottle of vodka on your desk, a shot glass close by. You knew it would be irresponsible of you to drink, especially with your headache and the day you’d had but surely it couldn’t hurt to have one shot, right?

Grabbing the bottle, you poured yourself a shot and downed it, cringing a little as it went down your throat. You took a sip of water to help get rid of the taste before you looked at your phone again, still no phone call or new texts from Eddie. You debated on calling him or texting him back but you were still somewhat upset with him and so you concluded the only way you’d say anything to him would be if you had more alcohol. You grabbed the bottle again and instead of pouring another shot, you just unscrewed the lid and took a swig and forced yourself to swallow it, no matter how disgusting it felt and how much it burned your throat. You didn’t even allow yourself to have some water to wash it down, you just didn’t want to be sober anymore.

You repeated taking large swigs several more times before the world began to spin around you, even though you knew you were sitting still. It felt like nothing in your life mattered anymore, and it felt amazing. You got giggly and took another drink, laughing at yourself for spilling some of it on your shirt before you set it down on your bedside table.

Picking up your phone again, you could barely unlock it and tap Eddie’s name to call him properly, it took you far too many attempts. But once you called, he picked up on the third ring. “Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you were slurring over your words. “I’ve never been better… listen, I’m still mad at you.”

From the other side of the phone, you could hear Eddie walking about and the opening and closing of doors, the loud jingle of his keys. “I can barely understand you, darling. Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

“You’re not listening to me! I said I’m still mad at you!”

“I’m listening, sweetheart,” his soothing voice only made your heart melt even more than it already does anytime you hear it. “Tell me where you are.”

“I’m at home but Eddie…” you felt hot tears well up in your eyes and fall down your cheeks. “I love you; I always have. And I’m mad at you because you don’t even notice me, you’re with Sloane now and that’s fine but I can’t just keep going on with my life without saying anything. It’s killing me to know that you don’t even see how much I love you and that I want to be with you, but I know you don’t feel the same way.”

You were completely unaware while you ranted, but Eddie was driving as fast as he legally could over to yours as soon as you told him where you were. And once you began professing your love, he only wanted to be there more. He wanted to tell you everything on his mind, but he knew you needed to get this off your chest first and he would far prefer to tell you in person. Even if you were horrendously drunk and most likely wouldn’t remember much of what was said.

Your ranting of professing your love for Eddie had turned into nonsensical babbling, and mostly got muffled by your tears and lying on your bed. Eddie was still listening although had arrived outside your house, and knowing you liked to keep your window open at night during the summer, he muted himself before sliding his phone into his back pocket and climbed up the drainpipe to your bedroom window.

He grabbed his phone again and unmuted himself. “Sweetheart, can you let me in? I’m outside your window.”

You stopped mid-sentence when you looked out your window to see Eddie, opening your window wider to let him in before shakily moving aside to get out of the way. He gracefully climbed into your bedroom and sat on your bed beside you, kicking off his sneakers.

“Whatever made you think I never loved you back, hm?” he asked, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“All those girls you hooked up with, and then how happy you seemed to be with Sloane. I couldn’t not think you didn’t love me or even knew that I loved you,” you sniffled, looking down at your hands.

Eddie shook his head, gently placing a couple fingers underneath your chin to make him look up at you. Both of you looked into each other’s eyes without saying a word before he closed the gap, gently kissing you. It was quick, but sweet and said everything he needed to. “Even if you’re massively drunk, I hope you remember me saying this; I love you too. And I’m sorry I’ve been too scared to say it this whole time and hurting you in the process; you’re the only person I want to be around and honestly, the only person I want to go on dates with and sleep with.”

Even though you were drunk out of your mind, you repeated his words over and over in your mind as you moved to kiss him again. You wanted to remember everything, or at least as much as you were able to. Forever the gentleman, Eddie returned your kisses but only left it at kissing; he’d stroke your cheek and cuddle you but never did anything else, despite your drunken protests.

Both of you ended up lying on your bed, your head on his chest and his hands playing with your hair. You’d gotten to talking about anything and everything, only interrupted by the occasional kiss and exchanging of “I love you”s but by the time the sun began to rise above the horizon, you both knew the serious question had to be asked.

Your drunkenness had almost completely passed as you looked at him, propping yourself up on your elbows. “So, what does this make us now? Are we friends, are we boyfriend and girlfriend now, what are we?”

Eddie gently held your face in his hands, his thumb stroking your cheek. “We can be whatever you want us to be. Although, I don’t think I want to go back to being friends.”

“So let’s not.”

Don’t you go fallin’ in love

‘Cause I’ma break that shit up

I won’t let her

Love you like I do

Touch you like I do, nothing like I do

#spilled ink #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff

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book-place · 1 year

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Tis the Season

Warnings: panic attacks, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Damian Wayne x reader platonic

Request: I NEED SOME FLUFF

Can I pls request a batfam x reader who's the quite kid. He's never heard her talk (they usuallyjust use sign language, but they're not mute) and they're super anxious all the time. They're also super scared of Damian and his family members bc they look scary lol.Anyways, Damian had asked you if youd like to come over for a Christmas party they were having. You couldn't say no to your best (and only) friend, so u agreed. You felt anxious the WHOLE time you were at the party, you weren't used to interacting this much and you started to feel stressed out. You could feel a panic attack brewing so you asked to use the restroom. You had waited about 10 minutes in the restroom until Damian noticed you were gone so he quickly sent you a message asking where you were (thru text)."I think im having a panic attack?", was all you said before damian quickly came over to the restroom and knocked on the door. When you opened he say that you were shaking. He continued to help u through it

Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe

*not my gif*

Summary: Things get to be too much during Damian’s Christmas party

A/N: Welcome to Day 12 of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas Celebration

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Don’t be nervous,” Though Damian spoke the words out loud, he subconsciously signed them quickly to you, not thinking much of it as he did so.

You glanced at him and nodded your head slightly, the anxiousness not draining from your body, even at his comforting words and tone.

You had been best friends with the boy for three years, and this was the first time you were spending Christmas together, at his house with a party his father always threw.

Your parents had been invited as well by Bruce, which was the only reason you had been able to go, and though he didn’t show it, Damian was beyond thrilled to have you there with him. Normally these parties were dull and took far too long. But if you were there, time would go by much quicker and he could actually enjoy himself.

Of course though, you were a bit timid about today, having always been a shy and quiet person.

As a matter of fact, Damian had only heard you talk a small handful of times within your friendship, but you weren’t mute. That was originally why he learned sign language, so that you would feel more comfortable being able to communicate with him.

The two of you weaved in and out of people as you made your way through the manor, you following after Damian who was trying to scope out the best way to get to the snack table.

The farther you went into the house, the more anxious you got. And pretty soon, your breathing had begun to pick up to an abnormal pace and your hands had begun shaking.

Hesitantly, you reached in front of you and tugged at your best friend's sleeve slightly to gain his attention.

His head automatically snapped back to you and his eyes scanned your panic-stricken face, “What is it?” He asked immediately, “What is wrong?”

You just shook your head slightly from side to side and signed that you just needed to use the bathroom.

“Do you want me to stand outside and wait for you?” He didn’t even hesitate to offer.

Guilt started to pour into you as you realized that would take away from him, and he would be missing part of his own party by worrying about and waiting for you.

So instead of saying yes like you so badly wanted to, you shook your head and signed that you would be fine, that you knew the way there, and slipped off into the crowd before he could react.

The whole way there, you felt your vision blur so you stuck to the outsides of the room, trailing your hand across the wall as you walked for support in case you were to fall.

When you finally were able to make it to the bathroom, which was thankfully vacant, you practically slammed the door before locking it and sliding down the back of it until your knees were curled up to your chest.

There were so many people out there. It was so loud. So bright. There were so many different smells of food. The music seemed to be coming from every which way-

You hadn’t even realized that you had begun rocking back and forth with hot tears spilling out of your eyes as it became harder and harder to breathe. Your lungs felt like they were squeezing in on themselves, while at the same time you felt as though your throat was closing.

From your pocket, you felt your phone begin to vibrate as it buzzed and it slipped out and onto the floor.

Through your blurry vision, you were just able to make out Damian’s name. He was calling you.

Fumbling with your fingers, all thoughts of ruining his party flew out of your mind as the only thing you could focus on was that you needed him. You needed your best friend.

“Y/n?” You heard his voice call worriedly through the phone, “Where are you? It’s been ten minutes and you haven’t responded to my text messages.”

Normally, he wouldn’t call you, not wanting to force you to talk. But he had begun getting worried, especially because of the state you had left in.

“D-Damian…” You stuttered out in between labored breaths, “I- I think I’m having a… having a panic attack.”

“I’ll be right there.” Came his immediate reply, and not even a moment later, there was a soft knocking on the door.

“Y/n?” Damian’s voice came muffled through the wood door, “It’s me, may I come it?”

Shakily, you scooted away from the door and clumsily unlocked it.

He quickly slipped in and shut and locked the door behind him once more, sinking to his knees before you as he took in your distressed state.

Gently, he shushed you, “It is okay, I am here now,” His tone was gentler than you had ever heard it, “There is nothing to be worrying about. You can breathe, just keep breathing.”

The sight of him alone was enough to help your breathing slow down a bit. You had always felt at ease when he was around.

After a few more moments of silence as he let you try to calm down, he took a box you hadn’t noticed from beside him and presented it to you.

“I have gotten you a gift.” He said, holding it out for you to take.

By then, your panic attack had been reduced to nothing more than mere sniffles and slight shaking in the hands as you slowly took the box from him.

After shooting one last glance in his direction, you slowly removed the top and a gasp slipped through your lips. There, sat a beautiful leather bound notebook.

You had always loved to write. Not only did it calm you down, but it gave you a place to put your thoughts and feelings that you never were able to express out loud.

“T-thank you,” You whispered, eyes filling with tears for a different reason than before as you looked at the beautiful object, “I love it.”

He waved a hand dismissively, as if it were nothing, “Are you alright, though?” His eyes searched yours for any sign that you weren’t.

The smallest of smiles crept up on your lips, “I am now.”

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things

Honorable mention to @angelic-simp bc ily and why not? 🦝

#book places christmas event #platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #teen reader #dc x reader #damian wayne x reader platonic #damain wayne #damian wayne x reader #batfam x reader platonic #batfamily x reader #batfam x reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x reader platonic

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fresamilkwrites · 1 year

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LIGHTHOUSE RELATED HEADCANONS ━ Bruce Wayne [The Batman]

author's note. Many of you have been asking me for a continuation to my lighthouse fic, and while no particular idea has come to mind, I did mention before that I had a whole plot of Bruce and reader's life... so I decided to tell you some more about it in the head canons format! Anyways, if you have any prompts or want to know anything particular about their relationship, don't be afraid to leave it in my fic requests!

They're low-key together simply because she has a savior complex.

The Wayne Enterprises investors wanted Bruce out of the company because they thought he didn't give a good impression. It was then that under Alfred's influence, Bruce decided to take his public life and image more seriously.

He goes to a charity dinner and keeps to himself the whole time, he does not know how to interact actually.

But she's there.

She was the typical social butterfly, the people's delight and very kind regardless of the fact that she'd grown in wealth.

She realized Bruce was alone and that everyone seemed to be nitpicking everything about what he did or how he looked. That made her decide to take some action.

She approached him and started a conversation that surprisingly flowed naturally. They simply got along, which was a rare occasion in Bruce's life.

After that, they always found each other at events and social functions. They stuck together and slowly but surely became closer. Things naturally flowed that way.

Her family didn't like him, they also thought of him as a social reject and didn't want their only daughter close to him. It was bad reputation, they said.

But she didn't care, she was falling for him.

And she always thought it was unrequited. He never showed how he felt and that was misleading when it came to this matter.

"He just likes hanging out with me. As friends." She'd go around saying.

But Bruce also had feelings for her.

Feelings that he also didn't quite understand. But he did know that being with her felt right and always worked as a way for him to escape what tormented him. At least for some time.

So that to him translates into a marriage proposal, somehow?

And he does propose.

Randomly over dinner.

He struggled to and stumbled over his words trying to explain the proposal he had, of course he didn't just ask the usual "will you marry me?" Bruce made it sound like a business agreement to a point.

She was confused to say the least.

But also extremely happy to know that after all, her love was reciprocated. And then she accepted.

She understood Bruce was a man with broken pieces, but she was set on the fact that with all the love and patience she had for him, things for him would eventually get better.

When she broke the news to her family, they weren't happy and tried to convince her to give the ring back. She wasn't willing to do that, ever in a million years.

"You simply don't get him like I do," she'd tell her mother.

After the wedding and moving in together, she thought she could see improvement in him and their dynamic. He was still pretty warded when it came to his emotions, but he seemed to put an effort and everything went well.

He never verbally told her that he loved her, but she knew he did. She learned he didn't smile at anyone, but he did at her. He made jokes. He asked her to cook special foods for him like a kid. And at night when they slept, Bruce held her so close that it felt as if he were afraid she'd leave.

And she was happy that way, that was enough.

Even if sometimes she felt like his behavior was neglectful towards her emotional needs, she never focused on that because she understood it was never intentional, and knew that he was always trying his best. Besides, seeing him "happy" (it's not like he really projected much happiness when they weren't in private but that was besides the point) was all she cared about.

#kore's fics #kore's writing #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x fem!reader #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x oc #battinson #headcanon #Robert pattinson #Bruce Wayne x y/n #fanfic

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xmasterofmunsonx · 2 years

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Hey you! I saw you are still taking request (i hope) and since i don't see that many Eddie X Powered!Reader (which i totally love) was thinking if you could do something like this? Like taking place in s4 and she also escaped the lab and is like rock chic, sarcastic but hasn't interacted with Eddie much so maybe they get to know each other at the beginning of s4 or little before and then she is the one who saves him from the bats? of course Eddie has to be all mushy for her :)) Thank you!!!

Fall on Me

Eddie Munson x powered!fem!reader

Warnings: language, upside down violence, fluff

Author’s Note: Reader escaped the Hawkins Lab and is powered! like El. This takes place in season 4, and contains spoilers so beware if you haven’t watched yet. Starts out with a lot of backstory and it’s all as best explained as I can make it. Some of these things didn’t happen, I had to make them to make this work for my writing. Thank you for this request- it really challenged me and I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

You missed your friend- phone calls and letters just weren’t enough. It was hard being the “one” left behind in Hawkins when you knew she was out in California with the Byers. Nancy, Steve, and Robin had taken you under their wing after the split happened and you felt safe with them, especially since they knew about your past, just like Eleven’s.

You understood Joyce had to leave to keep Will safe, and after El lost her powers, it made sense for them to move on and try to start a new, safer life. You had laid low- lower than El, on the radar of everyone who went to Hawkins High. You never wanted anyone to know you had powers, for fear of being the “outcast” or worse- captured again for more experiments. Because of your lack of schooling, you had been held back once making you 18 for your junior year.

It was junior year spring break for you, and you were riding along with Nancy to do some of your own investigating about some suspicious activity at your friend Max’s trailer park. The authorities let you in, and you could immediately feel a shift in the air there.

“Nancy, I haven’t been out here much- but… but I think something bad is happening again.”

You watched as Nancy’s grip tightened on the wheel, and she drove to the trailer across from the one that had been taped off with yellow police tape. You couldn’t look away, it was practically calling your name.

“We’ve got to get in there.” You said to her, as you pretended to look like you were making yourselves busy.

“But it’s a crime scene.”

“Yeah, no way. How can you tell?” You said sarcastically, and Nancy cut her eyes at you for making a joke about something so serious. “Is it the police tape or…”

“Shut it.” She slapped your arm and you faked that she had hurt you worse than she did. “You’re gonna draw attention.”

“As if us being dressed as polar opposites isn’t enough.” It was true, Nancy was well dressed as always, in her pastel palette of clothing. You always opted for the darker side of things, a pair of black jeans, black shirt and a flannel shirt were today's choice.

“While you figure out how to get in the Munson trailer, I’m gonna go talk to him. It’s his uncle.”

“Who?” You asked, securing your backpack purse onto your shoulders.

“Eddie. He’s a senior, for like, the second or third time maybe? Remember the stunt in the lunchroom the other day. Him. He’s the one wanted for this murder.”

You thought back, the dramatic scene wasn’t unusual for the boy. You played a little dumb to Nancy, you actually knew exactly who Eddie was. You’d had a small crush on him for a little while, but you didn’t want any more attention drawn to you and talking to him would get you just that. He was handsome, tall, and something about him was so interesting to you. You neared the trailer with the yellow tape, sneaking from car to car, and you made it to it completely unnoticed. You peered around the corner and the cops were more focused on Nancy’s interaction with Wayne than anything else.

You checked the back door, and it swung open entirely too easy for a crime scene. And a crime scene it was. You gagged as the door opened, the smell of old blood filling your nostrils. But something- something wasn’t right here. You looked up.

“Well, fuck me. I thought we were done here.” You saw the crack beginning to form and you knew exactly what it was. You peeked around the rest of the trailer looking for any clues- you wound up in Eddie’s bedroom, of all places. His room was disheveled, dirty, and didn’t look like the room of a killer. Just a dirty high school boy. You found nothing of interest there, and knew your time was ticking before they found you so you snuck back out and made your way over to Nancy and Mr. Munson.

“Hey Nance.” You waved at the pair sitting on the covered picnic table.

“Hey, this is Wayne, Eddie’s uncle.” Nancy introduced you two- he had kind eyes just like Eddie did. Or, from what you could tell the few times you’d run into him at school.

“Hi Wayne. I know Eddie from school. He’s a grade above me.”

“Well, probably a few, isn’t he?” He chuckled to himself a little. You saw the worry on his face and your heart twinged a little.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard. I was held back too though. They just want the best ones for a few extra years.” You smiled kindly at him and felt Nancy’s eyes on you. “Hey, listen. There is no way he did it. Nancy will make sure nothing bad is written about him- I’m sure we-someone’s going to find him soon enough. He’s probably just scared of this town starting a manhunt for him.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He sighed, rubbing his face with a tired look in his eyes.

“We can help. Won’t get anyone involved that doesn’t need it, alright?” You two left the park, and Nancy briefed you on everything Wayne had told him- about Victor Creel and how these murders had happened before.

“But Victor’s got something to do with the upside down, if this is him. In their trailer- there’s a crack in the ceiling. Looks just like another gate.”

“But El-”

“Yeah, I thought it was closed off too. But I think that’s what I felt. As we’re driving away, I don’t feel it anymore. I think another gate is opening somehow.” You sat, looking out the window of Nancy’s car as you made your way back to town.

“You think he’s here? Of all places?” You looked at the semi-questionable house with a boathouse beside it. “All based off of Steve’s Family Video customer base?”

“Yes. It’s gotta be here. There’s nowhere else in town he’d be.” Dustin spoke confidently, leading all of you down to the boathouse. You looked around, your surroundings were unfamiliar and you felt unsettled.

“Well, he’s not here. So let’s go!” You said within seconds of entering the decrepit boathouse.

“Not so fast, if we need anyone here- it’s you.” Steve grabbed your arm as you tried to walk away. “Please?”

“I know he’s not your friend, and he’s a little weird, but he needs our help. Your help. If you say something with the Upside Down is going on again, he needs to stick with us.” You rolled your eyes at Dustin, that little turd of a kid could be so annoying but he had the biggest heart of all of them.

“Fine. But I’m staying by the door.”

“Good, be the lookout.” Max assigned your role to you as you peeked out the door, then back to your friends as they were poking and prodding around. A loud noise happened behind you and before you knew it, Eddie was holding a broken glass up to Steve’s throat.

“Hey, uh, a little help here?” Steve looked at you, he probably wanted you to use your powers on him but you wouldn’t.

“Eddie, we’re here to help you. We’re not going to tell on you, or take you in to the cops.” You gently placed your hand on his arm and he jumped, making Steve jump again too. “Hey, put that down.”

Eddie was breathing heavily through his nostrils as he battled with what to do. You flicked your head a little, and made the bottle fly out of his hand.

“Thanks.” You said to him, and nonchalantly wiped the small dribble of blood off of your upper lip from your nose.

“Wh-what? How?” His attention was off of Steve as he followed you around like a lost puppy to the front door of the boathouse. “Are you, are you a witch?”

“Listen, someone else wanna summarize this? It gets really old.” You gestured your hands to your friends and they all looked around, “He plays D&D. C’mon, he’ll get it. But you might want to sit down.” You guided him to a chair, and he sat down as he listened to the explanation of everything. To everyone else’s surprise but yours, he believed it all.

“So you’ve got special powers?” He pointed to you as he spoke slowly.

“Yep, and I’m not afraid to use them.”

“So like-”

“I can’t read your mind, but I can get inside of it. And I can move things, I can also throw you across the lake if I had to.”

“She will, I’ve seen it happen before.” Steve spoke to Eddie, he was still in shock and a little traumatized from everything that had happened in the last day or two.

“How’d you know he plays D&D?” Max asked as the group of you, minus Eddie, were walking back to the car.

You fumbled over your words as you hid the blush that crept onto your face, “Because he’s in that club with Dustin and that’s all they do.” You stated as if it were a common fact. She looked up at you with a grin, and you nudged her to get her off of your case.

Days went by, more and more happened. More people were killed, and you had figured out that every time someone died by Vecna, it was opening another gate.

You and your friends were currently climbing into a boat in the middle of the lake. You had spent your day trying to locate Eddie who had run after Jason was killed in front of his eyes over the lake.

Eddie and Steve had hopped into the boat first before Nancy and Robin, and you were the last one in. Eddie held his hand out to you, and you motioned you didn’t need his help. Your foot slipped as the boat rocked and he caught you, as you landed in his lap.

“Stubborn.” He quietly muttered in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

“I’ll throw you across the lake, don’t try me.” You craned your neck back at him and smirked, before you realized you were literally sitting in his lap now for no good reason. You stood up and sat on a different bench on the boat and you all paddled out to the center of the lake, where you could see the gate glowing.

“So, why are we here, and not at the gate at Eddie’s trailer?” You asked, scratching your head.

“Because the one in his trailer isn’t big enough yet according to Max.” Steve said, stripping down to his jeans.

“And you’re gonna swim?” You asked him, as he tossed his clothes to you.

“What, you think you can do better than me?” Sighs and grumbles were heard all around the boat at your bickering.

“Who’s the one with powers? I’m going with you. You’re not going in by yourself.” You stood up, following Steve’s lead and stripping down to your sports bra and jeans, not wanting your sweater to weigh you down extra. You handed your black sweater to Eddie, “You lose this, and I’ll definitely throw your body across the lake.”

He grabbed the still warm garment of clothing from you, and tucked it under his arms. “I’d be honored.” He winked and you rolled your eyes.

The two of you had started some banter over the last little bit, your personalities meshed together better than you thought and you enjoyed his company. You wished you’d started talking to him sooner, and little did you know, he was thinking the same thing.

With a grunt, you and Steve fell through the gate onto the ground. Immediately you were being swarmed by creatures, and Steve reached for a makeshift weapon that was an oar as you fended off the ones you could with your powers. Moments later, your friends joined you and you could feel yourself growing weaker as you were exerting everything you could to get rid of the demobats.

Steve was ripping apart the bats, abandoning his oar, Robin and Nancy were pulling bats off of him, and Eddie was trying his best to whack them away too. You suddenly started to feel the blood gush from your nose- both nostrils this time and knew it wasn’t looking good for you. Closest to you was Eddie, and you yelled his name with the little bit of fight left in you before everything went black.

“So maybe we should try the other gate? At my house now?” You heard Eddie’s voice as you were waking up, everything felt blurry and heavy.

“Hey, she’s up.” Steve rushed over to you and helped you sit up. “You good?” You looked down at yourself- you were covered in blood and nasty Upside Down filth.

You couldn’t believe this was happening, again. You wanted your sister-like friend’s help now more than ever.

“Yeah, just not feeling my best.” You ran a hand through your dark hair and felt the mats that had formed from grime. “Everyone make it out okay?”

“You barely did.” Eddie spoke from the end of the couch, your feet were resting in his lap and you hadn’t noticed. “But I, believe it or not, saved you.” You rolled your eyes, too tired to have a comeback.

“Alright, so we’ve come up with a plan.” Nancy sat on the floor near you and explained it to you- how you were all going to get supplies, then you were going to enter through the gate at Eddie’s trailer with the rest of the kids.

“W-wait.” You spoke up, suddenly remembering something. “I-while I was out, I think I had a dream, or I saw El.” You looked up to Max. “You saw her too, didn’t you?” She shook her head.

“No, what are you talking about?” You knew she’d been seeing the clocks, and everyone knew she was Vecna’s next target. She was going to play pawn in the plan to destroy him.

“N-nevermind. I must’ve just been dreaming.”

“You stay here with Eddie, and we’ll go get everything. Then, we’ll come back and pick you two up- we need you rested, of all people.” Nancy patted your back before she walked out of the trailer.

They left Max’s house, and you settled back down into the couch. Your eyes felt heavy but you didn’t want to fall asleep. What you had seen wasn’t good, and you didn’t want it to happen again, not knowing if it was a dream or a vision of some sort.

“Your nose was bleeding the whole time you were out.” Eddie spoke, staring straight forward at the wall.

“What?”

“Yeah, I kept having to clean it for you so it didn’t get everywhere.” His eyebrows were wrinkled together, “what did you see?”

“El- Eleven. She was listening into everything. I don’t know how though, she lost her powers.”

“Maybe she’s got them back?” Eddie shrugged, you wished you could contact her but the Byers phone had been unreachable this whole time, and you knew trying to find her again would drain you too much before going into the Upside Down.

“Maybe so. Guess we’ll just have to find out.” You shrugged it off and laid your head on the backrest of the couch, looking back at Eddie. His pale skin was scratched with marks, he had dried blood and grime all over him. His jacket and vest were missing- you notice Steve had his vest on earlier but where did his jacket go?

As if he were reading your mind, he spoke up. “Jacket looks better on you. Sorry I uh, we lost that sweater you had on. I figured you’d want to be covered up some.” Blush was tinting his cheeks and you looked down- you had on his leather jacket. “I’ll make my way over to my house once they’re back to grab some more clothes.”

“Thanks.” You said, squirming into your seat a little more. “For saving me too. You were all I could see before I blacked out, I tried as hard as I could to get those bats off of you all. I just, I couldn’t do anymore than I did. I’m not as strong as El is.”

“Hey, you were pretty badass back there.” Eddie patted his hand on your legs, rubbing his thumb gently back and forth against your jeans. “I don't think any of us would’ve made it without you.”

You sat with him making small talk, the awkwardness hung in the air thick and heavy- but you couldn’t tell if it was that, or if it was the impending doom feeling of what you all were about to take on.

“Back again, bitches.” You said as you entered the gate through Eddie’s trailer.

“Alright, everyone know their part?”

“For the fiftieth time Nance, yes.” You rolled your eyes as you picked up your supplies. You reached to buckle your backpack onto your back, but felt a pair of hands already there.

“I got you.” Eddie buckled the clasp, then patted your shoulders. You blushed as your hands rested back on top of his, giving them a small squeeze.

“Alright, let’s go.” Steve motioned for you all to follow him once you were all ready. Your group exited the trailer, looking around at the unfortunate sight of the familiar grey, red, and flashy sky.

You heard your name being called, and you turned around to find Eddie running after you. You walked back a few steps to meet him midway.

“Yeah?” You were standing a few inches away from him, he was breathing heavy and so were you.

“Um, I just…” You raised your eyebrows at him I wanting him to finish his sentence. “Go kick some ass, yeah?” You could tell he wanted to say something else, but you didn’t pry.

“Only if you promise not to try and be a hero. This isn’t one of your games.” You poked him on the chest, and he reached up and grabbed your hand. He clutched onto it, giving it a small squeeze before raising it to his lips and placing a small kiss on your fingers.

“Promise.” He smiled at you, and you ran back to catch up with Steve, Robin, and Nancy. Robin shot you a look and you ruffled her hair.

“Shut it, Buckley.”

“You might wanna wipe that drool off your face before you slip on the puddle you’re about to make.” Steve spoke from the front of the group.

“Oh, come on! If I wasn’t saving my energy for this Vecna, I would launch all of you across this fucking town.”

Minutes in the Upside Down felt like hours, and your stomach was wrecked thinking about the fate of Dustin and Eddie being away from you. You felt pulled to them, like you needed to be with them instead of with Nancy, Robin and Steve. You were all crouched in front of the Creel house now, waiting for the moment to enter the house.

“You good?” Robin nudged you, as you two were huddled in your hiding spot.

“No, I shouldn’t be here. You all are going to be fine. Dustin and Eddie aren’t- I, I need to be with them.”

“You know more than we do.” Nancy piped in, “Go to him if it’s what you need.” You grabbed a spare handgun from Nancy, knowing that you likely wouldn’t need it but you might need it in case your powers were weakened.

“Good luck. We’ll see you on the other side.” Steve spoke as you ran back to the trailer. Within seconds of you starting your trek back, you heard it. Eddie’s guitar was sounding out over the air of creepy Hawkins, and soon the flock of bats were heading the same way as you.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck.” You muttered out. The bats were distracted by the real noise- all was going to plan, and you would likely travel unnoticed but you weren’t sold on why you were going back now. They had the out- they had the gate to go back through if anything went wrong. You groaned as you kept running, testing your endurance as you didn’t stop. If only you could’ve made it to them a few moments sooner so you could be with them as the bats would make their attack.

You made it to the trailer to see them attacking the outside, they were paying no attention to you at all. In fact, they were disappearing into the trailer. That was not part of the plan, at all. You observed, being careful to not make yourself noticed because you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself- but where were Dustin and Eddie?

You watched as the front door to Eddie’s trailer swung open, and he grabbed a bike and pedaled as fast as he could- the flock of bats trailing behind him.

“Eddie, NO!” You screamed after him, running through the woods watching as he faded away further and further. He didn’t hear you- he couldn’t over the loud thunder and the bats making their screeches.

You caught up to him, only it was a little too late. The bats were swarming him as he was trying to kill them off one by one, and in turn, he was being attacked by them- they were ripping at him. He fell to the ground by their ripping, and he was brought to the ground accepting his fate. You held your hand out and screamed, exerting every bit of strength you could muster to attack the bats. In pairs, they were ripped off of Eddie by an invisible force, your force, and you heard Eddie’s name being called behind you- Dustin was hobbling over to you. Suddenly, the bats crashed to the ground and you two ran over to his bleeding body. You felt your nose gushing blood but you didn’t care, you collapsed on the ground, grabbing Eddie’s semi-lifeless body in your hands.

“Eddie, you- you can’t do this. You can make it. Come on.” You were puzzled as to what caused the bats to suddenly collapse, but you’d figure that out later.

“I broke my promise.” He spit out, blood pouring out of his mouth and wounds. “Henderson, I didn’t run.”

“Dustin, we’ve gotta get him some help, help me grab him up.” The two of you helped drag him back to his trailer, and ended up getting him through the gate in the ceiling.

As you landed back through to Hawkins, your body collapsed on top of Eddie’s, crying and using the rest of what powers you had left to help try to heal his wounds, then everything went black.

“Easy there, easy there.” You heard Eddie’s voice the calmest you’d ever heard it as you opened your eyes. You recognized the room as one in Hopper and El’s house in the woods, as you’d spent many nights here yourself, hiding with her. The door was closed, but you could hear others outside of it.

“Wh-wh-” you tried lifting your head up but gave up and snuggled back into the pillow underneath your head.

“You uh, you saved me. Like, I almost died and you saved me.” Eddie was blushing as he held your hand gently. He was tracing the veins on your hand and staring down at it. “We don’t know how you did it, but you did.”

“Is El here?” You asked, feeling that she was.

“Not even a few seconds awake and you’re already asking for her. Yeah, she’s here. Want me to go grab her?” You grasped onto Eddie’s hand and shook your head no.

“No, I’d like to sit for a little bit before everyone comes in here.” Eddie wiped a clean rag below your nose, and when he pulled it back there was some dried blood on there.

“Like a faucet, that nose of yours.” You sat up, and he helped you lean against the headboard of the bed. “They’re all itching to come take over watch, but I told them can’t leave you.”

“Who’s they?”

“Literally everyone. Joyce, El, Steve, Mike, Will, Nancy, Robin, Dustin-”

“Is Dustin okay? He hurt his foot coming back for you- I could-”

“He’s fine, he got a brace put on it.”

“Already? How long have I been out for?”

“Just like, three, maybe four days. All of Hawkins is split in half. Well, into fours. They’re saying it was an earthquake, but we all know it’s not. When Vecna got Max, the fourth gate opened up and-”

“Got Max, is she okay?”

He hesitated, “she’s in the hospital. She hasn’t woken up yet.” A silent tear slipped out of your eye as Eddie kept on talking, “El’s been switching up her time between being here and the hospital. She’s got to go undercover when she goes there, but she thinks Max might be coming around, she’s in a coma. We probably won’t know for a while. We’re hiding out here- me and you. They still want me for murder, and we can’t take you to the hospital because they know more about you now.” You knew exactly who he was referring to when he said “they”.

“So, sorry, but you’re stuck with me.” Eddie let out a nervous laugh. “I know I’m not Steve or anything, but-”

“I’d rather be stuck with you. You’ve got the better hair anyways.” You made him blush and reached for one of his curls. He’d clearly bathed since the last 4 days, as his hair was soft and falling in place like it usually was- not coated in blood and dirt anymore. “So, did I like, heal everything on you?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I mean, I’ve got some scars and some scabs but they wrapped me up, but I’ve got no internal bleeding or anything else seriously wrong from what they could tell. Thank you.” He pulled your hand to his lips again and pressed a slow, gentle kiss that gave you butterflies as his dark eyes met yours.

You didn’t know what your healing powers could fully do, but you were glad to know you had the ability.

“Ready to see anyone else?” You shook your head no again, feeling tired from being awake for just a few minutes.

“No, I’m tired and I know everyone will be overwhelming to me.” You could only imagine how everyone was going to be badgering you and asking if you’re okay, what happened, what did you need, etc. The care would be appreciated but you just weren’t quite ready.

“Here, drink some water, then you can lay back down, and we can hide in here a little longer.” Eddie handed you a bottle after he opened it, and you chugged half of it before handing it back to him. You scooted down in bed, and beckoned him to lay with you. “You sure?”

“Mhm. I don’t wanna be by myself.” He hesitated but climbed in with you, keeping a small distance between you two. You rolled onto your side and wrapped an arm around him, pulling yourself closer to him.

“This okay?” You asked his permission, and smiled into his clean shirt.

“Better than okay.” He put a hand on your head and started playing with your hair. “I think, I might like you.” He stumbled over his words.

Your cheeks burned, “I think I might like you too.”

“But don’t tell them out there. I gotta look like more of a badass than you.”

“You got a lot of catching up to do, Munson.” You gently squeezed his side as you felt your eyes closing.

“Believe me, I know.”

“And I think they might already be onto us. At least I know Robin is suspicious of me, I might not’ve been so smooth. I’ve kinda had a crush on you for a while.” You admitted to him.

“And poor Dustin’s had to listen to me talk his ear off about you for a few months too. We’ve got-”

He eagerly interrupted you, “Chemistry together, yeah I know. I didn’t even know you knew who I was.”

“How could I not? You’re so pretty, and sweet, but you’re spunky. I like that about you the most.”

“Just wait till I’m fully recharged, you won’t like that the most, I promise.” You felt him chuckle beneath you and you nuzzled into him a little more, his arm wrapped around your side and he started tracing shapes onto your soft shirt. “What happened to your jacket?” You asked, suddenly remembering you still had it on during the battle of the bats.

“We both almost died and you’re just worried about my jacket?” You nodded, “Well, it made it out just fine. Got it cleaned up and everything. Maybe if we ever are able to escape the cabin, I can take you out on a date and you can wear it, yeah?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” You picked your head up to meet his eyes that were already staring back at you.

“I am if you’ll say yes. If you’re saying no, then I’m not asking you.”

“Tricky. Hmmmm.” You pretended to have to think about the answer to his question, trying to hide your excitement. “Once we’re outta here, I’ll go on a date with you.” You watched as his eyes lit up.

“Can’t wait.”

You rested your head back down on his chest, a huge grin hidden on your face, “I can’t either.”

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Christmas Lights

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Pairing: Single Dad!Eddie x Female!Reader Word count: 3206 Summary: When James meets the neighbours grand daughter, he offers her to help put up the Christmas lights, and of course his Dad has to help. New friends are made and maybe it's the Christmas lights that make our hearts beat a little faster. Warning/Tags: pure fluff, domestic shit, Christmas topics, petnames (sweetheart), Single Dad Eddie, Co-parenting with Steve, just adorable Eddie mini me A/N: The blurb that turned into 3 k words at some point... this really is just fluff with Single Dad Eddie that's been in my head like this for... I don't know how long. And of course I named his son James after two wonderful musical influences.

The small house was decked out in decorations and Christmas lights that were reflected in the big brown eyes of the little boy who looked so much like his father. Even the brown curls were his father’s, just not as long as Eddie’s. In the end, it was good that he looked nothing like his mother who left them right after James had been born, not ready to be a mother yet, and Eddie could deal with all of it alone.

Well, thankfully, he wasn’t completely alone. He had his friends, he had uncle Wanye, and Steve was the one person who probably helped him out the most. The trailer was too small for the three of them, but Steve had wanted to find a place as well, so they looked at apartments, which weren’t the right ones for them, but then Steve found this little house. It was perfect, the right place to raise a child and with helping their elder neighbours here and there, living here was actually wonderful. Sure, they’d been sceptical when they’d seen Eddie with his long hair and alternative way of dressing up, but once they’d seen him interact with his son, all of them had been over the moon and happy to call them their neighbours - especially after it was clear, that Steve and him were just friends who happened to kind of raise a child together because the mother (oh, the neighbours had cursed her name) had abandoned her little boy.

Most of the decorations and lights had been Steve’s idea. He’d brought them home and James' eyes had lit up. With a smile on his lips, Eddie had helped them decorate, though, happy that he could give his son something he hadn’t had when he’d been younger. Wayne had done his best, and Eddie would always be grateful for that, but he was still happy that he could live here with James and make his face light up like the Christmas lights.

It had started snowing early in the morning, so when Eddie came down the stairs and looked out of the window, he was greeted by a white front yard.

“Dad!” he yelled through the house, hopping up and down with excitement. Steve had left to meet with Robin for the day, while Eddie was home with his son. He’d just finished making pancakes when he heard the call for him and followed his boy’s voice, already knowing what it was about.

“What is it, nugget?” He dried his hands on the towel before he flung it over his shoulder.

“Snow! The first snow!” James turned to him with a big toothy grin - alright, one of them was missing, because he’d lost that already - but then he walked right past Eddie.

“Where are you going? I thought we were gonna have breakfast?” Eddie slowly followed his son, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning in the doorframe to watch James put on his boots, struggling with them and nearly falling over, but he caught himself.

“Just wanna…” he mumbled, finally pulling on the second boot completely, before he tumbled and landed on his butt. Eddie had to bite his lip to not start laughing. “Just wanna feel the snow! I wasn’t out to smell it!”

It sounded weird for anyone but Eddie. Because he’d done the same and he still did. He loved when he went out at night to get some fresh air or maybe have a smoke - he was down to two cigarettes a day and working on quitting it completely - and look at the sky that was so light, because snow was about to fall. There was always that distinct smell in the air, and James always said the same thing.

“But don’t forget to put on your hat and scarf as well!” Eddie already reached for both those things and handed them to James, his brown curls hanging out of the hat, which looked adorable. “Five minutes, then it’s time for breakfast. I made pancakes after all!”

“Five minutes!” James repeated, pushing his arms through the sleeves of his jacket before he was out the door, leaving Eddie behind, who was shaking his head. There was no denying that that was his son.

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You heard the giggles before you even saw anyone, but when you turned around, you could see the little boy running through the front yard of the house next door. Your new neighbours. Your Grandma had told you that there were two men living with a little boy - but they were not in a relationship! She’d made that very clear to you, even though it wouldn’t have been a problem for her at all, she was very accepting, and she loved her neighbours. And that little boy especially because he was always so nice to her.

When he saw you, though he stopped and walked up to the fence, big brown eyes looking up at you.

“Whatcha doing there?” he asked, getting on his tiptoes to get a better look. From your Grandma, you knew that he was eight and rather curious, and that moment right now was proof.

“I’m putting up some lights to illuminate the tree out here. My Grandma asked me to do that, because she wants you to have something nice to look at in her garden as well.” Oh yes, she’d talked about it nonstop, because James had always admired her Christmas decorations, though their own were pretty great as well. So, this year, she didn’t want to disappoint him, just because she couldn’t put up the lights herself due to breaking her thigh neck and getting it replaced. That was why you were here, to help her out.

“Me?” The squeak that left his lips was too adorable and made you giggle.

“Yeah! She can’t do it herself, so I’m doing that for her.” You bent down to reach for the extension cord to plug the lights on the tree in. “I’m her y/n and you must be James!”

“Yes! Alice is your Grandma? That’s so cool!”

“Yes, it is. She’s the best!” She really was. You’d spent a lot of time with her when you’d been younger, but with University and everything else, you hadn’t had that much time. Right now, you were between jobs, so it was the perfect timing to spend some time with her and watch out for her. She really was something special.

“Yes!” James agreed with a nod of his head, giving you another bright smile, that widened even more when you plugged the lights in and they danced around the tree.

“One down, a couple more to go.”

“I can help!” James offered, but winced, when he heard his name being called from the house.

“I appreciate the offer, you’re a real gentleman, James!”

“Maybe later? Breakfast first!”

“Oh yes, breakfast is really important. Enjoy it!” You watched him leave, a smile on your lips. Oh, you already knew why your Grandma had given him a place in her heart, because he was just too adorable.

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“James, slow down, please, you’re not on the run, are you?” Eddie’s eyes widened slightly, when he watched his son pretty much swallow the pancakes whole.

“No, but…” he started to say, mouth still full, but one look into his father’s eyes, and he stopped talking, swallowed what he’d been chewing and washed it down with some orange juice.

“But what?”

“I promised to help y/n!” James put another piece of the pancake in his mouth, before he reached up his hand to push most of his hair beneath the hat he was still wearing, his nose pink from the cold outside.

“Who is y/n?” Eddie’s alarm bells were going off. He trusted James and he knew that the neighbours watched out for him as well, but as soon as he mentioned talking to a stranger, Eddie got anxious. There were too many terrible people out there, and not only men, so he was rather wary of the situation at hand.

“Our new neighbour!” James said it so matter of factly and scowled at Eddie, that he was sure he must have missed something. But he hadn’t. He’d know if someone had sold their house.

“But we don’t have a new neighbour.” Eddie reached for his Corroded Coffin coffee mug - one that James had hand painted for his birthday - and took a big sip.

“Yes we do, Dad! I just met her!” James hopped off his chair. “Alice is her Grandma!”

“Ahh that makes a little more sense.” He knew that his neighbour hadn’t been at her best, knew about her surgery, and Steve and him had gone grocery shopping for her as well. But she hadn’t mentioned her granddaughter coming to visit. Sure, Eddie had heard about you, had seen pictures of you, but he’d never met you. Steve on the other hand had met you years ago, when you’d still visited regularly, but before they’d moved in here.

“You should help, too!” James yelled from the bathroom, where he was washing his hands.

“What do you even want to help her with?” Eddie put the dishes away, cleaned the table and met his son at the front door again, where he was already putting his boots back on.

“Christmas lights! Alice can’t put them up. She needs help, Dad!”

Goddamn, James really knew just how he had to look at Eddie to make him melt and do anything he wanted him to do. But even without those puppy dog eyes, Eddie would have put on his boots and coat to go out with him and help you. He’d always helped Alice as well ever since moving in here, usually with Steve together.

Eddie put on a matching hat to the one James was wearing and left the house with him. He could already see you balancing on the ladder to put the lights on the front of the house up.

“She’s gonna fall,” Eddie mumbled to himself, speeding up a little bit, leaving James trailing behind him, because he could see how much the ladder was wobbling, because you were standing right on the top rung but couldn’t reach where you needed to put the lights. Eddie knew because Steve and him had put in the nails to hang the lights years ago.

“Dad! Not so fast!” James called after him, and when you heard the little boy’s voice, you turned your head to look at him and that was when you lost your balance. You didn’t even manage to grab the gutter or anything, you just fell, closing your eyes to brace yourself for the impact… but you didn’t hit the floor. Instead, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you close.

“Hey, hey, I got you!” A voice more or less mumbled in your ear, making you slowly open your eyes, only to look into deep brown eyes, so much like James’ that you immediately knew who that was - James’ father.

“I… thank you! That was close!” you managed to say, flustered by being so close to him, his breath fanning your cheek, and that smile on his lips? Yeah, you needed to put some distance between you two, so you slowly took a step back from him, his hands falling to his sides again.

“No problem at all. I’m Eddie by the way. You’ve already met James, and of course, I know who you are!” The lopsided grin on his face made heat rise to your cheeks, because you had no idea what you Grandma had told him about you. Because when she talked to you, she always asked when you’d find a nice man and settle down, become a Mum and all that. Not because she wanted to control you, but because she knew that you ultimately wanted that, wanted your own little family.

“I’ve heard a lot about you as well,” you admitted. “My Grandma loves both of you!” And Steve, but you didn’t have to mention that right now.

“I promised to help!” James said, drawing your attention to him again, and your face lit up immediately. He really had that effect on you.

“I know you did, and I’m really thankful for that. Could use a strong guy to help me here.” You smiled down at him, feeling Eddie’s eyes on you. Oh he loved the way you talked to James, the way you made him the centre of attention. It was so good for James, and for Eddie as well.

“How about I put the lights up and you take the role of quality controller and tell me if I do that right, if it looks good? Can you do that, nugget?”

“Daaaaad!” James rolled his eyes, and Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle. In private, he loved being called nugget, but not with others around. It was so embarrassing! But you just smiled, enjoying that little banter between father and son, because it showed just what a close bond these two had.

“Let’s do it together, hm?” You reached out your hand for James to take, and he immediately did that, slipped his small hand into yours and walked back a little, so that you had a good view at the house while Eddie got to work.

“Not like that!” James yelled over, not letting go of your hand.

“Better like this?” Eddie looked over his shoulder towards the both of you, smiling to himself. James looked so happy and confident next to you, it was kind of mesmerising.

“Yes! Good!” James gave him a thumbs up, and that way the three of you put up the rest of the Christmas lights. Fine, Eddie did most of the work, but you definitely enjoyed spending the time with James and listening to him tell you all about school, and that he was the best at reading out loud in his class. He loved books, and his Dad had read to him every night. Eddie still did that, and he’d probably never stop.

“So, I think we’re all set. We just need to turn them on to see if they’re working.”

“Can I?” James looked up at you, the sparkle in his eyes was hard to miss, so of course you nodded.

“You know where the switch is. Do us the honours!” You watched him nearly run away, giggling all the time.

“You’re really good with him, you know that?” Eddie stepped up next to you, pushing his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.

“It’s easy with a kid as wonderful as him. He’s just so full of life and so… outgoing! It’s amazon. You really got a great kid there, Eddie.”

“Oh, I know… He can be a handful, but most of the time, he’s really great.”

You wanted to say something more when the lights turned on and James came running back, nearly tripping over his own two feet, drawing your attention towards him.

“It looks… so good!” he said panting from running over.

“You really did a great job!” You smoothed your hand over his head, looking from him back to the lights.

“We did!” James corrected you, grinning up again, before he walked over to his father and held up his hand to get a high five from him. Their relationship was really something special, you could see and sense that. But it made you wonder where his mother was. Your Grandma hadn’t told you anything about her, but it wasn’t your place to ask about it. At least not yet.

“Thank you both for your help, I really appreciate it. And thanks for saving my-” You stopped yourself from saying ass in front of a kid. “Behind there when I fell.”

“It was my pleasure, sweetheart!”

You didn’t know that one word could have that kind of effect on you, but your heart jumped at the word, your knees suddenly feeling a little weak, but that could also be due to the cold weather. Who knew?

“I’ll properly thank you with some cupcakes, is that a deal?”

“We always take cupcakes as a thank you, don’t we, James?”

“YES!” That managed to draw his attention back to you, big eyes staring up at you, already excited to taste the cupcakes, but he knew that he had to wait a little bit for them.

“Alright, we’re gonna leave you alone for now. Got some cleaning up to do before Steve comes home, don’t we?” Eddie looked at his son, raising an eyebrow, and the little one blushed immediately, making him look even more adorable. They’d spent the night in the living room sleeping in a pillow fort with snack and drinks, and they’d promised to clean everything up before Steve came back home.

“Thank you again for all this,” you said as you waved them goodbye, James turning towards you at the doorstep once more to wave back at you, leaving you with a grin that could last for days.

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“UNCLE STEVE!” James immediately called out when he heard the door open, running towards his uncle and pretty much flinging himself into Steve’s arms.

“Ouf!” he managed, catching the little boy, because he was so used to it by now. “That’s what I call a proper welcome.” He placed a kiss on the top of James’ head, before he looked up at Eddie. “And you’re not gonna give me a hug, Munson? How disappointing!”

“Yeah, can it, Harrington,” Eddie said, an affectionate smile on his lips.

“We met Alice’s daughter!” James started babbling, because he always did that, had to fill Steve in on everything he’d missed.

“Granddaughter,” Eddie corrected him and that caught Steve’s attention.

“Y/n? She’s here?”

“Yeah, I think she’d staying with Alice to take care of her… watch out for her a little.”

“I want to a date!” James exclaimed, drawing their attention back to him.

“Come again?” Eddie blinked, staring down at his son, while Steve tried his hardest not to burst out laughing.

“A date!” James repeated, giving an exasperated sigh. Oh he could overdramatic just like his Dad, so Eddie couldn’t even call him out on that. “You go on dates, too!”

“He has a point,” Steve had to admit, looking over at Eddie.

Yes, he did. Eddie hadn’t been on that many dates, at least not lately, because as soon as he talked about being a single Dad, everything changed. They didn’t want to meet his son or didn’t want to have children… and James was his number one priority. So he’d stopped dating about two years ago. Yes, he did flirt, yes he enjoyed flirting, but it never led anywhere. In the end, he was completely content with the situation at hand. Of course, he missed someone to share his life with, but he was sure that he would meet that person someday, and didn’t have to force anything. Steve on the other hand, just having been single again for half a year, had been enjoying the dating market.

“Can I, Dad? Please?”

“Well… I guess?” What else was he supposed to say? “You can ask her.” And Eddie had a distinct feeling that you would say yes to James’ proposition.

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Gotham Tales II

part i | masterlist

Backdrop: You and Bruce have been friends since childhood. You are both heirs to your families' legacies. As years passed, things between you and Bruce changed and became strained. Takes place a year before the events in the film but takes elements that were established from before the film. Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Batman (R. Pattinson) x fem!reader Warnings: none that i can recall. some grammar errors, probably. A's Notes: here is a direct sequel to the first part of Gotham Tales! thank you for the support! i apologize for this taking so long to post. i also apologize if this doesn't meet your expectations. please like and reblog as well as give me some feedback or whatever comment you want. this was heavily inspired by two songs; 'haunted' by maty noyes and ‘for us’ by osman. Word count: 2.6k

“The Prince of Gotham finally comes out of hiding,” Carmine sings as his hand on your waist tightened, an indication that he was enjoying this. You and Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s royalty ripe for manipulation. “I’m assuming it took some convincing from Princess over here, hm?” he continued without missing a beat.

“Carmine, Bruce and I were just catching up.” you eyed Carmine with what looked like a refined anger; it was evident that you were unhappy and usually you were careful of not letting your emotions get the best of you.

You didn’t like what would come of their interaction. It scared you that Falcone would use Bruce in a way that would hurt him. You couldn’t care less about what Falcone did with you but when it came to Bruce, you wanted to keep him as far away as possible from your world that involved Falcone. Not only did you not want Bruce to know of the relationship you had with Falcone, you simply didn’t want your friend to look at you differently. Bruce assumed the worst in people since he lost his parents. It wouldn’t surprise you if he did the same with you if he were to ever find out about the world you struggled to keep at bay.

The look you gave to Falcone was the first time in a year that Bruce saw anger within you. He had seen you angry before, especially at him, but this was different. You were protective but also scared. You were hiding something and it was his intention to find out what it was.

“Beautiful, mind joining me for a dance?” Carmine asked, his hand on your body already guiding you away from the man you were protecting and quite frankly, he liked seeing you be protective. It was cute. Bruce looked on as he took another sip of his drink, prepared to follow your every move like a hawk.

“That was real cute, protecting the little prince from me.” he started as he held your frame close to his. One hand on the small of your back while the other delicately held your hand. It took all the restraint you had to not slap him in front of all your guests. Most probably were waiting to see you explode while some just wanted to see Falcone be humiliated by you. Guess you’d be disappointing everyone tonight.

“Carmine, leave him out of this,” you softly pleaded. “please.” Being soft was a safer route than being crass with him. You were stroking his ego; begging him to spare your friend. “He knows nothing and I’d like to keep it that way. He’ll never hear a word from me about what we have going on.” you continued, pressing your body closer to his as you danced. Letting him feel you against him. Your phrasing intentional, of course. If you played into whatever image he had of the two of you, he would back down. Playing that doe-eyed damsel is what usually got him to do what you wanted. He scoffed with a smirk. He knew what you were doing and on the contrary, he loved it.

“Look at you, thinking I’ll do whatever you say,” he chuckled as his hand on your back ever so slightly slid further down, just taunting to hold you where it would be humiliating to you; metaphorically and physically. “As ravishing as you are in that dress—and you are quite the beauty every time I see you, doll— you can’t tell me what to do. If I want to mess with your little prince, I will. If I have to remind you who’s in charge between the two of us, I will.” his hand squeezed yours; not gently like he usually did. It was harsh and even if no one was paying attention, he made it crystal clear. The image of the two of you being the definition of how this man held the power over you. He owned you and if he had to be a little rough with you to make it easy for you to understand that, then so be it. It was humiliation at its finest and while you were the object of his affections, it was a reminder that you were not in control. He was the one who called the shots and you were to follow even if it seemed like he let you do what you wanted. In the end, your money was mixed with his. It was tainted and everything you did would be tainted if you barked back at Falcone.

Bruce could see the discomfort and fear that shone in your eyes. The extravagant chandelier hanging above highlighting it for him (and everyone else who was looking at you both) to see. He could see the tears starting to form in your eyes. Whatever you were going to tell him before, he knew had to do with Falcone. Your facade of comfort fading and fear setting in.

“Mr. Falcone,” a gruff voice interrupted the humiliation, “We have to leave.” It was the Penguin, Oswald Cobblepot. You didn’t have many encounters with him, only a few from your visits to the Iceberg Lounge when Falcone requested your presence. Oz never spoke to you coldly, always with respect. You didn’t know if that was because of his genuine fondness of you or if Falcone told him to never speak to you rudely. You’d never know the truth but his interruption made him your lifesaver. The look of fear and pain in your eyes enough for him to feel an inkling of pity for you, Gotham’s Princess.

Carmine nodded at Oz, whispering to him to wait outside. He walked you back towards Bruce, his arm back around your waist as you intertwined your arm in his, giving you time to compose yourself.

“Beautiful, sorry that I have to leave so soon. I’ll see you around.” You swallowed your fear as the two of you were in front of Bruce. He brought your hand to his lips, a soft peck grazing your knuckles as he smiled and turned to Bruce, “Mr. Wayne, mind keeping her company for me for the rest of the night?” Bruce nodded, a cue for him to leave. “Have a good night, sweetheart.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Your hand found Bruce’s and the nausea you felt subsided. What was supposed to be a peaceful night turned into one of the worst.

“Are you alright?” Bruce broke the silence once he noticed you were calm again.

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Wayne, can I get a picture?” John, the paparazzo from the other day chimed in before you could respond. You put forth your best smile and adjusted your body against Bruce’s; your front angled against his torso as his hand found its place along your waist. For the first time that night, you enjoyed having a man’s hand on you. Bruce mustered whatever smile he could. It wasn’t as radiant as yours but still made him look handsome.

“Wow, first time you guys have been photographed in God knows how long.” John sighed with content as he looked at the picture that would surely make headlines tomorrow. To him, it looked natural. It had been years since the two of you were photographed. The last time the two of you were photographed was when Thomas Wayne was running for mayor. He and Martha were seated on their patio next to your parents, both couples content with the scene before them; Bruce and you running around the spacious backyard. You were playing a princess and Bruce was the brave knight who had just slayed the dragon holding you captive. The headline for that picture was related to Thomas and his campaign but the main focus were the two of you. You two were thought of as the future of Gotham. The children that would carry the legacy of both your families. You and Bruce were thought to be destined for each other. Destined to carry the Wayne and Y/L/N legacies. Together. There were plenty of other pictures of the two of you afterwards but after Thomas and Martha’s murders. This photograph made it look as if you were carved for each other’s bodies; you, the radiant beauty of the city and Bruce, the reserved but handsome Prince of Gotham. John thanked you both and made his way to the bar.

Bruce’s hand remained on your waist as your head rested on his shoulder, breathing in his scent as a way to ground yourself. He didn’t say anything, his thumb rubbing against the soft fabric of your dress in a soothing motion. You didn’t want the moment to end. You wanted to stay where you were. Reality was that you couldn’t escape the dread that was in the pit of your stomach. That feeling was going to stay there for as long as you were to be in the situation.

“Bruce,” you whispered, not moving your head, “take me home, please.”

Without pause, Bruce found your hand and led you out of your own gala. You were sure the press was going to widely speculate about the nature of your departure with him. Maybe, for once, you’d enjoy reading about it.

Bruce took you home and without much thought, you invited him inside. Your manor was grand and you managed to maintain the estate with the exception of stacks of paperwork littering the main dining table. You were like your father, an organized mess when it came to paperwork. It made Bruce smile because despite being seemingly perfect, you had a flaw.

“Sorry it’s a bit of a mess at the moment, haven’t had the time to clean up for company.” You sheepishly apologized as you shed your coat from your shoulders. You hadn’t realized Bruce was behind you until you turned around and bumped your chest with his with a slight ‘oof’. His demeanor had returned to its usual neutral but rigid state. He never knew when to let something go. So stubborn you thought. You knew what he was thinking with the look he had on his face.

“It’s nothing to worry about, Bruce,” you sighed as you looked at him with sincerity despite the words leaving your lips being utter lies. Your fear for him was sincere. You walked past him to the small bar where all your liquor was displayed, pouring yourself a glass of rum.

Bruce didn’t ease in his suspicion of you hiding the truth from him. It wasn’t something that you often did or maybe he just didn’t notice. After all, you had this hold on him that he couldn’t quite explain. There was something that lingered in your eyes after Falcone left and while you insisted it was nothing, your eyes betrayed your lie. You didn’t want him to know the line you were constantly trying to avoid crossing.

“Remember how we used to play hide and seek when our fathers were holding some sort of meeting?” you attempted changing the subject with a sip of your glass, your back still to him. God, you’d be dehydrated tomorrow morning. A small smile spread across your lips at the vast memories of the two men conversing at the table. It was always business when the two spoke and you were running around in the background with Bruce. You missed the warmth of your childhood. The only warmth you were getting in return was from the alcohol numbing your fear.

“Why do you keep deflecting?” he finally spoke as he eyed the back of your dress. As much as he wanted to know the truth, some thoughts that littered his brain tonight were simply about you and that dress. More specifically, you without that dress. Each passing moment that you spent in his presence, the thoughts that he’d suppressed were crawling their way to the forefront. Edging him to throw whatever was his mission with you out the window and indulge himself with you if you wanted to do the same. His physical want for you and his stubbornness to figure out what you were hiding from him were causing a raging battle within himself.

He knew you were avoiding his gaze. You were close to spilling whatever it was that was haunting your subconscious. He knew that you wanted to tell him but just couldn’t bring yourself to do so due to the fear instilled within you. Bruce knew that it had to be serious if you were in such a state. He knew you were strong. Stronger than him, for sure. You always knew how to act, react and say no matter the circumstances but with Falcone, it seemed like you weren’t sure what to do. It was the first time he’d seen fear within you. You were born in Gotham, by definition born tough. You’d fiercely defended your family (and his) through the years with the growing wage gap and drug epidemic. You were practically the spokesperson for Bruce for the last decade or so since he didn’t speak publicly. You had taken on that mantle. He just wanted to help you. From following you through the media and whatever Alfred said to him, you were so strong and taking on the world. He regretted the way the two of you ended the conversation the previous year. It gutted him to see you struggling. He didn’t want to lose you like he did his parents. He didn’t want to have a front row seat to your death due to your campaign to help this city you two called home.

“Please, Y/N…” his voice so soft and pleading for you to just spill everything and let him in. His feet padding across your marble floors until his body was just inches away from your back. You could feel the warmth radiating off of his body. You turned around with eyes glossy from the alcohol combined with tears of the utter fear that still coursed through you at the thought of Carmine Falcone hurting him. Maybe it was the alcohol heightening every emotion and making you want to spill your secrets.

“Falcone…” you started, trying to steady your breathing as it felt like you had forgotten how to breathe on your own. “I’m so scared, Bruce,” you shakily admitted.

“What’s he done to you?” he softly questioned, a hand coming to hold your hip while his other gently wiped the tears that had started to fall. “Please, Y/N…tell me.” Bruce didn’t often show his vulnerable side. It was rare to see him show emotions aside from anger and disgust. He kept his emotions in check with everyone. Well, everyone except you and Alfred. You were the only two who saw his varying emotions. It was absolutely killing him to the point of tears. Seeing the pain on his face only made the conflict rage on.

Telling him would risk his life. Despite being the Batman. There was no guarantee that he would survive the men that guarded the biggest mob boss in Gotham. But in not telling him, you risk your own life and the risk of your family name being torn down by Falcone. There was nothing that guaranteed you and Bruce would get away scratch-free. The risks were too high to do either one. Whether it was the alcohol or your nerves being fried from being on edge earlier, your brain didn’t have time to stop the words that spilled from your lips.

“Kiss me.”

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what could be really fun is the bat members reactions to finding out that their best friend has knocked up their batsis XD i.e Bruce-Clark, Dick-Wally, Jason-Roy, Tim-Kon, Damian-Jon that sort of thing

This assumes that the Reader is the same age as the Batfam and lover mentioned.

Bruce Wayne:

Of course, he knows that you and Clark are together. Clark had talked to Bruce before he asked you out, partly to avoid a scene and partly because he figured Bruce already knew. Bruce doesn’t know any details about your sex life and aims to keep it that way. That doesn’t stop him from scowling when you both come to him, more than a little sheepish.

He struggles between wanting to scold you both and terror at being an uncle. The two of you are adults damn it! You should know better than this! After the lecture of a lifetime, he’s more open to the idea, mostly because you’re so happy he can’t take that joy away from you.

If you thought Bruce was protective before, think again. You having a baby drives him into overdrive and even Clark is stunned by how much he’s running himself ragged. Your brother spares no expense helping you get ready and you’ll have to put your foot down to get him to stop. Clark might have to deal with a couple of extra dirty looks here and there but all in all it goes over relatively smoothly.

Dick Grayson:

Dick struggles with you and Wally. He loves you both so much but he doesn’t love how mushy Wally can be with you. There’s no irony lost to you, Dick complaining about Wally being too physically affectionate in public but you keep your mouth shut. Overall, Dick is happy for the two of you being together but he’s shocked when you tell him about the baby.

You both get a lecture that could rival Bruce’s. Wally tries to help by providing more details about how the two of you ‘have been safe’ but that sparks a ‘thanks I really want to know that about my sister’. In the end neither of you can win and you just have to let Dick get it out of his system.

He’s the one to ask outright if the two of you are going to stay together or not. Breaking up isn’t something you and Wally had talked about but Dick’s question does cause some awkward tension. It’s a good conversation to have and you both agree to stay together but Dick is the one who starts it. He’s over the moon at that point and is happy about the baby. He had been nervous about picking between you and Wally and now? Now he can go into doting uncle mode.

Jason Todd:

Jason had been nervous when Roy asked you out. He loves Roy but he knows that the two of you are going to get into trouble all the time. You’re both fun loving and he knows it’s going to lead to some wild adventures. He didn’t expect that adventure to be parenthood.

Did he handle it well? No and he’s man enough to admit it. There was some yelling and slamming into walls, especially when Jason mentions Liam. He knows that your relationship is much more stable that Roy’s relationship with Cheshire but it still has him being nervous. The two of them work it out quickly but it’s a tense couple of hours. Jason is able to handle it well considering what’s going on and you appreciate that no one is hurt.

Jason knows that Roy is a great dad and will be there for your kid no matter what. It makes him feel good to see you interact with Liam and how much the little girl adores you. It gives him hope that the two of you will work out for the long haul. He doesn’t know how to react when you tell him that you want him to be the godparent; he did not cry damn it!

Tim Drake:

Tim can’t say he’s surprised if he’s being honest with himself. He knew that Kon and you had been dating for over six months now, he was waiting for you to come clean about it. It’s hard being a great detective and having to lie to keep his friends happy. He’s not at all happy that the only reason you tell him is because you’re pregnant.

He gets insecure about it, not that he’ll say it out loud. The two of you have always been close and it’s not like he doesn’t approve of Kon. Tim loves the guy. He questions if the two of you had been close or if it was all in his head. There’s some avoiding that Kon eventually has to intervene in, sitting all three of you down to talk. It clears the air, even if there are some tears.

He’s really supportive of the two of you being parents, even if Kon is freaking out. He does his best to support his best friend, going to classes with him and learning how to be good parent. Tim becomes an excellent baby sitter and offers to babysit all of the time. He’s a godsend.

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The Hating Game

Chapter 2 - I Love You

Summary - Y/N and Jensen had an unusual start to their car ride when Jared had requested his costar of fifteen years to pick her up for their Christmas dinner party, that the Padaleckis were holding in Austin. But when their car breaks down in the middle of the road and they had to spent a night together, things take a wild turn.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Characters - Jensen Ackles, Reader, Jared Padalecki, a few OFCs

WC - 3570

Warnings - Swearing, Jensen slightly being a dick, 18+ (Minors do not interact), P in V smut, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people), a condom mishap, oral (both fem and male receiving), dom!Jensen (Kind of), dirty talk, fluff, I guess that’s it.

A/N - The second part of The Hating Game is here as promised. This is pure just filth ;)

For the sake of this fic, Jensen is unmarried. I won't tolerate any hate towards Danneel or the Ackles fam. This is purely a work of fiction.

This is a submission to @waynes-multiverse‘s challenge. The prompt is in bold.

Completely unbeta'd. All mistakes and general bullshit are mine.

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Y/N was not a morning person. She was snappy and acted like a real bitch unless she got her coffee so it was quite obvious that Jensen would receive the death glare when he would try to wake her up, considering the technique of waking her up didn't exactly involve a kiss. Instead it was a few loud chants of her name and when that didn't work out, he violently shook her until she was awake.

“What the fuck, Ackles?” Y/N sat up, rubbing her eyes as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. So it wasn't a fever dream and she was still stuck with the actor who probably hated her guts.

“Well good morning to you too, sweetheart.” Jensen retorted, not having the patience to deal with an early morning drama, “Chad informed the car's ready to go. We are setting out in exactly twenty minutes. So, get your ass out of the bed or else you can find a way to reach Austin on your own.”

Picking up her cell, she checked the time. 6:30 am, it read. She stared at him with her sleep-laden eyes because it was too early for her to come up with a reply.

“I thought I told you to get ready for the drive and not stare at me like I hung the moon.” Jensen said as he packed up his suitcase and grabbed the car keys from the counter.

“I need coffee.” She glared at him.

“And what am I supposed to do with that information?” Jensen asked.

“It means that I need more than twenty minutes to get ready,” she said.

“Alright. You have your coffee and then you can book a cab or catch a flight to Austin, ‘cause I ain't waiting another minute.” Jensen shrugged.

“What's your fucking problem with me?” She asked.

“Nothin’ except the fact that I can't wait to get rid of you.”

“Asshole.” She said and got out of the bed.

“Speak for yourself.” He grumbled, he wasn't a morning person either and he didn't even get some proper sleep with Y/N lying a few metres away from him. He was screwed. He was falling for the girl who was not only oblivious to the fact he liked her but actually believed he was the reason they were having such bad luck.

“Whatever you say, Hollywood.” She rolled her eyes and went to the bathroom. She took her sweet time there to get ready knowing fully well, he wouldn't leave because if he showed up without her, Jared would offer him a slow death. She had that trust in her childhood best friend so she fixed up her makeup and hair, shaking her head at the stupid thought of dressing up for the man out there. He hadn't even looked twice at her.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Jensen sitting by the edge of the bed, the same book in his hand.

“Whatcha reading over there?” She asked, trying to peer at the cover of the book.

“It's a novel.” His reply was short and the scowl returned on her face. It was an ultimate waste of time to even make any small talk with him and here she was dressing up for him. Rolling her eyes, she walked across the room to pick up her travel bag and slinging it on her shoulder, she came back to where Jensen sat and patted his shoulders.

“We are running behind by fifteen minutes, thanks to you.” Jensen said, sighing as he closed the book and stood up.

“Shut up, Hollywood.” She retorted and started to walk towards the door but she was pulled back by a strong pair of hands.

“My name's Jensen. And you will call me Jensen. Or else there'll be consequences.” He said, pulling her really close to him by her wrist, his touch burning through her skin, marking her like a tattoo.

“Do you always act like a dickhead or is it that time of the month?” She sassed back and he blurted out the harsh reality that he was denying himself and her.

“Stop being so mean to me, or I swear to God I’m gonna fall in love with you!” he exclaimed.

The words stunned her, “What?” She breathed out, her heart thudded loudly against her ribcage as he closed in the gap between their bodies. Chest flushed against each other, his eyes lowered down to her lips and her bag dropped to the floor with a thud.

“Jensen?” She repeated herself and he loved how eloquently his name had rolled off her tongue. Love, he was falling in love with her hard and fast.

“You just don't understand, don't you?” Y/N gasped when she was pushed up against the wall, his mouth instantly on hers. The kiss started slowly as they savoured the feeling with their hands on each other. His lips were soft and so perfect, the hair on face tickled her jaw as their mouth moved in a sync. His teeth grazed past her lip and her toes curled up in anticipation. “Every time I tried to talk properly, you would snap at me and shut me out. You're a menace and I tried to ignore you, but fuck. You wore those pjs in bed and all I wanted was to rip them off you. How long have we known each other? A few hours? You loved to rile me up and I was worried I had to drive all the way with a fucking hard on. And in the car, I almost gave in, I wanted to take you in the backseat but I didn't want to force you. Then I saw how you looked at me, and asked me to share the bed with you. I understood you didn't hate me, tell me you don't hate me. Tell me this is okay.” The words flew out of his mouth before he could comprehend anything and for once he was glad he was hearing to his heart rather than his brain.

“You were equally mean to me,” she gave a snarky reply.

“There she is. So fiesty. You love this. It's a game for you. The hating game.” He said, seconds later, leaning in to kiss the edge of her face. This was too good to be true, a voice inside her called out and for a moment, she almost listened to it, putting her hands on his chest, she almost pushed him away but when she looked into his exquisite emerald like green eyes, she had to believe his actions weren't malicious. Was this really happening?

“You better speak, sweetheart. You got one fiery mouth.” Y/N didn't speak, because she knew if she opened her mouth, she would be a blubbering mess. “Cat got your tongue, baby girl?”

“Nuh-uh.” She said, making him smirk.

“So all this while you were just trying to fight with me?” He cocked his head at her, entangling his fingers with those of his and bringing them up to his lips while the other hand caressed her face before roaming down to trace the curves of her body and she whimpered at the feel of his hands on her. That bastard.

“When we could have easily done this.” His gaze was hot on his skin, heat crept up her neck as his hand moved down, his eyes silently asking for her permission to take it further which she returned with a subtle nod. His hands slipped under her blouse and he pressed his lips against her, rougher and harder this time, one filled with lust and need. Her hands travelled up his back before entangling themselves in the soft locks of his hair, tugging at them and making Jensen groan into her mouth.

They reluctantly pulled away from each other when their lungs started to scream for air but Y/N quickly pushed his jacket off his shoulders, leaving him with the flannel and a black shirt. Kissing him hard, she pushed him back a few steps while working on the belt buckle. “You're a jerk, Ackles!”

“Am I? Fuck--” Jensen gasped as she rubbed his hands along his crotch, palmed his growing bulge through the rough fabric of his jeans.

“Uh-huh. You were rude and condescending. You don't let me play my music and you bring bad luck.” She breathed out.

“Is this bad luck? Sweetheart, on your knees, now.” And Y/N dropped to her knees, heart beating loudly as he smirked at her. Doe-eyed, she looked up at him and hooked her fingers into the waistband. Along with his boxers, he shoved down his pants, his hard cock springing free from its confines. His eyes followed her every movement. “Shit, Y/N-” his words died down in his throat along with a sharp intake of air as Y/N ran her palm along his length, her thumb smearing the precum on the swollen, red tip of his cock.

Jensen tipped his head back, harshly biting down on his lips as hers wrapped themselves around his hard, throbbing dick. “You really have no idea what you're doin’ to me,” Jensen said. The room got filled with his heavy breaths and little grunts that left his mouth which urged her on.

She swirled her tongue along the tip, the taste of the salty precum hitting her before his hips bucked. Jensen’s face was twisted in sheer ecstasy.

“Fuck Y/N you're so good with that mouth-” he thrusted his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. She choked on his dick when the tip hit the base of her throat. A groan escaped him as his thick digits entangled in her hair, tugging at the strands and she let out a moan around him. Her hand stroked and cupped his balls. Saliva dribbled down her chin as she opened wide to fit all of him.

Praises left his lips as he continued to thrust into her mouth, his rhythm never once faltering as he searched for his release. He felt himself inching close to his climax and he slowed down. “Shit, baby, you look so good with my cock in your mouth but I need you to strip for me now.”

As he got rid of his t-shirt, Y/N slowly stood up, taking in his naked form. Jensen was perfect with a broad chest and strong muscles, a body like Adonis. Freckles covered his entire chest like stardust sprinkled across the night sky. Her hands roamed around his bare torso, feeling the perfectly built body under her palms. Heat pooled downstairs, completely ruining her panties as she stared up and saw the look of hunger in his eyes.

“Strip for me, baby girl.” And Y/N obliged. Grabbing at the helm of her blouse, she pulled it over her head, throwing it behind her. Jensen stepped forward, dipping down to kiss the valley between her breasts as he unclasped the bra. His mouth latched itself onto one of her nipples while rolled and tweaked the other between his fingers. His hot breath fanned against her skin, his beard leaving a delicious burn in its wake as his mouth moved north, biting and sucking before he started to leave open-mouthed, hot kisses down her stomach and she whimpered with every touch.

“Jensen--” she sucked in a breath as he dropped to his knees in front of her and started to leave a trail of kisses up her thigh before trailing a finger along her panties, feeling how wet she was. He smirked before rubbing his face against her clothed core and she closed her eyes shut.

“So wet for me already. What do you want me to do?” The vibrations of his baritone against her pussy made her gasp loudly. He looked up, a dark grin on his face. “Or should I punish you? Show you how rude and condescending I can be. You want that, baby?” His hands slipped inside her panties and she nodded her head. “Do you want me to fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk straight for days?”

“Fuck me, Jensen. I want to feel your mouth on me, wreck me with your thick fingers and your hard cock. Make me yours.” Two thick fingers nudged against her aching puss and a string of expletives leaving her lips. She started to grind against his hand and he chuckled at her impatience, their eyes meeting briefly.

“Gettin’ a little impatient here, babygirl?” He asked, pulling out his hand and she whimpered at the loss of contact before glaring at him because he was deliberately torturing her. “Oh come on now, let me have my fun.”

In one swift motion, he pulled down her cotton panties and murmured, “So beautiful and ready for me. You want me, right. So beg. I want to hear you beg. You want me to touch you?”

“Yes, Jensen...please...fuck--I need you…” she begged. “You're a real asshole,” Y/N grumbled, when Jensen didn't move a muscle, instead he watched, down on his knees, with a cocky smile playing on his lips.

Jensen cooed, “Be a good girl and follow the rules, Y/N.”

“Fuck, Jens--please, I need you to feel you-” she squirmed, knowing back talking wouldn't get her anywhere and he pushed her against the wall. He pinched her inner thigh, making her gasp but it quickly turned into a sinful moan as he dipped two thick digits inside her.

“Oh fuck-fuck, Jensen--” she cried in pleasure, trembling when he placed a chaste kiss on her thigh. In an infuriatingly slow pace, his mouth moved upwards. He was taking his sweet time with her, teasing her until she breaks. His beard left delicious burns in its wake, something she would remember him by, for the next few days.

“Fuck-” she gasped, already pushed over the edge, a sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead. He pressed his palm against her pussy, his thumb circling the clit. His other hand reached up to tweak her exposed nipple, he said, “You've been a bad girl, the whole day. Now bad girls should be punished, don't you think?”

“Y-yes sir.” She hummed as he slowly dragged his fingers through her wetness, his thumb rubbing at her clit. The knot in her stomach started to tighten, her toes curling up when he added in another digit. His thick fingers stretched her out and it felt so fucking good as he picked up the pace.

Jensen felt her squeeze around his fingers when he curled his fingers inside her. “You'll cum only when I tell you.” She sucked on her lips hard to stop the moan that was threatening to leave her lips when she felt his hot breath fan against her throbbing pussy, aching to feel him. “Do you understand that?”

“Yes sir.” She nodded her head readily, arching her back when he added in his tongue. Her hands came over to grab at his overgrown hair, dragging her manicured fingers through his head, entangling themselves with the long strands, giving them a sweet tug. She was so close. “Jens. ‘M close. Please--”

“Beg for it more. I wanna see you fall apart--” He groaned against her when the sweet taste of hers hit him as he hungrily sucked at her clit, all the while pumping his fingers into her. Jensen continued his tongue’s skilful assault on her pussy, making her moan loudly.

“Shit Jensen..Please--”

“Come for me then, sweet girl, cum for me. Let me taste you.” The coil inside her finally snapped as she came undone on his fingers and mouth and he hungrily lapped up her juices. Y/N whined when she felt the loss of his fingers when he pulled them out.

“I need to feel you.” Her voice came out in a whine but she didn't care how needy she sounded. She was a hot, panting mess and completely at his mercy.

“Well, I gotchu there, babygirl.” He stood up, grabbing her waist and caged her with his arms. Her juices dripped down to his beard and the sight itself was enough to make her clench around nothing.

“Condom?”

“I got it.” He reached for his pair of trousers lying on the floor and dug his hand in the back pockets and found a condom.

“Guess you already had plans.” She shot at him.

“Always be prepared. Never know when you may need it.” He winked at her, “--shit.”

“What?”

“It’s past its expiration date.” He grimaced.

“So much for being prepared.” She rolled her eyes and he threw a glare at her, making her giggle, “I'm on the pill and clean.”

“I'm clean too.”

“Then I don't see why we can't finish what we started.” And Jensen didn't wait another second as he cupped her ass cheeks, picking her up and she hooked her legs around his waist. In a slow, tantalising pace he entered her. He sunk into her deep, filling her to the brim. Her head fell back with a heated moan leaving her mouth.

Her arms wrapped themselves around his shoulder, hands moving up to grasp at the strands of his hair. “So tight,” he growled in her ear, “want me to fuck you, ruin you? Huh, sweetheart, is that what you want?” All she could do was nod at him, their gaze interlocking before he kissed her swollen, red lips. Jensen felt a small tug on his hair, making him groan into her mouth as he circled his hips. He pulled out nearly to his tip before slamming back into her as their sinful noises reverberated off the walls of the room.

Y/N was delirious as he continued to thrust into her at an unrelenting pace and with every move, he pushed her to the edge. Their bodies were moving in a perfect sync as she bucked up her hips to match his thrusts.

“Feels so fuckin' good. Love it as I completely ruin you.” Jensen's voice had dropped an octave as he chased down his own release. His hands had moved up to her hips, nails digging her skin. The hold tightened when he snapped his hips forward and felt her clench around him. “Such a good girl for me.” He cooed as she squeezed her eyes shut. His hand moved south, circling her clit, rubbing at her folds making her inch towards her climax and she did. Within no time, a cry of his name fell from her lips as a pleasure of ecstasy washed over her and she came undone.

Jensen’s pace quickened as he gritted out words of admiration for her, slamming into her mercilessly till he reached his climax. Dropping his head on her shoulder, he bit down on his lips hard enough to draw blood as he spilled into her, coating her walls with his white seed before he stilled inside her. His spendings dripped down her inner thighs as he withdrew his soft cock, a whimper falling from her lips as he set her down on her shaky legs.

“Easy there, Y/N.” Jensen smiled as she swayed on her weak legs. He let her put her weight on him. Placing a quick kiss on her lips, he let her rest her head against his chest and he gently ran his fingers through her hair.

“That was quite a plot twist.” She chuckled.

“It was. I'm glad that our car broke down.” He smiled, wrapping his arms around her. The heat radiating off his body engulfed both of them as she breathed in his intoxicating scent.

“What does it mean for us now?” Y/N whispered.

“How well do you think you can handle paps and screaming fangirls?” Jensen kissed her forehead.

“I don't know.”

“Then we'll figure it out. Slowly. But first let's get to Austin or will Jared be mad if we skip the dinner?” Jensen smirked.

“We can't do that!” She giggled and he pouted at her admonition, “but maybe we can show up fashionably late to the dinner.”

“I like the sound of it. Then let's get you cleaned up first and maybe we can have an hour of post-sex cuddle before you fight to play Adele on the car radio again.” Jensen said as she narrowed her eyes, pushing him backwards with a gentle shove.

“So was the sex a bribe to let you play Zeppelin in the car?” She teased, “then I gotta up my bribe game.”

“Well I would love to see you try,” he winked.

There it is! The end! Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it!

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difx-writes · 3 years

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Wildest Dreams - In the Death of the Night

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After turning 10 and losing her soulmate, Marinette would imagine how Damian Wayne would be.

Would he be tall or short? Did he have blond hair or brown or did he dyed it? Would he be shy or have a bold personality? Perhaps he was an artistic soul, a poet, a writer? Or would he be a baker like her parents? Why did his last name change?

The wonders and questions took over her mind for days with no end.

On good days, she imagined how he would interact with her friends, how her parents would take him in as their own son, how he would fit into her life.

She liked to talk to him, pretending there, alive, with her. She asked his opinion on what to wear, how she should do her hair, what colors with go well with the design. He was her voice of reason. Talking to "Damian" brought a smile to her face, even when she knew she was deluding herself.

On bad days, she pretended he was right there with her, comforting her, encouraging her, whispering that everything would be alright... Sometimes it worked and she felt better the next days but most times she felt bitter, she felt robbed of a future where he was in her life.

The realization that the person she was supposed to share her soul with was no longer alive, that his death was painful, gruesome, and... lonely... It always ended with her taking a few days to prevent a breakdown...

When she turned 13, Hawkmoth appeared and Marinette became Ladybug, the hero of Paris.

Soon after, Marinette stopped talking with "Damian", she couldn't afford to wonder about him anymore. She couldn't afford the bliss of her own delusions. She couldn't afford to let herself grief and fall pray to Hawkmoth's manipulation.

As she couldn't fail Paris and its citizens, Damian Wayne mostly disappeared from her life.

But there were days when her “friends” demanded a lot from her, akumas were too violent and draining and everything was just too much, those the godawful days.

On godawful days she wished Damian was there to take her away to a place she could feel she belonged. Away from everything to a place she could call a home.

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Most nights Damian recalls a voice talking to him during the time he was dead.

His soulmate, he supposed, talked to him regularly, she started her day asking his opinion on her outfit for the day, when at home she would tell him how her day went, what she did with her friends, what she learned in class, etc...

At first, Damian was pretty much annoyed that he couldn't "rest in peace" with all the noise pollution but after a few weeks, he slowly started to tolerate her talking to him.

Unfortunately, he couldn't talk to her nor see her very clearly so it was a pleasant surprise when Marinette would ask his opinion to make a decision, she always picked what he chooses.

Perhaps it was their bond that allowed her to know what he was thinking without actually hearing each other's thoughts. Or maybe they were more in sync with one another. Most likely it was pure luck on her part. (Him being dead is enough proof of how bad his luck was.)

In the months he was dead, Damian learned a grand lot Marinette. He liked how she made him feel he wasn't alone, like how her voice calmed him when he remembered the family he left behind in his death. Marinette was his only lighthouse in the vast void of the afterlife

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Impotent, despair, and hopeless.

That's how Damian felt every time Marinette had to relive his death. He hated it so much. She didn't deserve that and it broke his heart every damn time.

Why did he have to die? Why did it have to be in such a painful way? Why did she have to feel it on repeat over and over and over again? Was it a twisted way the universe tried to make them reunited? If they can't find each other in life, then they can be together in death? That isn't right!

But it always hurts more when she wakes up and talks to him. Wondering if he was happy and in peace, in wherever place he ended up.

He was there but she didn't know.

He felt sick.

After being revived, Damian felt an immense sense of loss. Sure, he was kinda happy to reunite with his family and grateful for being alive again, but he missed her.

It was difficult to readjust to being alive again, it was crystal clear that Damian Wayne wasn't okay. What hurts him the most was how her name turned into a scar on his wrist.

During the day paranoia settled in making him always on high alert, lashing out when it got too much for him.

In the night, he couldn't sleep properly as a feeling of unease latched onto his every nerve and when he did sleep, nightmares plagued him.

Damian tried to calm down in various ways, but ultimately it was Marinette's voice that soothed him and lulled him to sleep.

It quickly became a habit to replay their one-sided conversations as he tries to fall asleep.

He went over what Marinette Dupain-Cheng spoke to him time and time again as to engrave her voice in his mind. Unfortunately, her voice was fading away, every time he recalled it, he hear his own voice.

At least some memories remained, which was relieving for Damian, even when important ones like what language she spoke or the name of her school were completely wiped out.

He never told his family his experience while he was dead, he guesses Jason was the most likely to know about it but he never brought it up to anyone, so Damian did the same.

Now he was lying in bed, remembering about the time Marinette tried embroidery for the first time.

She started by searching up what she wanted it to be and after much talking, she chose a Robin, Damian smile at the eagerness he felt for her to chose it. It was a fun day, with her making comments here and there about the work, he wishes he could see it.

A knock woke him up of his thoughts, Alfred emerging from the door.

"Master Damian, I'm here to inform you a guest will be joining us for tomorrow's dinner."

"Whose guest?" He didn't really feel like dealing with new people.

"It's Master Jason's guest."

Damian groans, perhaps he could go visit Kent.

"It would be in your best interest to participate, Master Damian." Alfred gave him a look.

He sighed, definitely can't miss tomorrow or he'll have to face Pennyworth.

So, I've written another chapter while listening to a sad song on repeat :') I know it doesn’t really connect to the last chapter but I wasn’t feeling okay and didn’t know how to continue from where I left off.

I hope y’all enjoyed this and have a nice day!

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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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Headcanon that everyone within the family may think of Dick as the one most in their father’s favor, but Dick is keenly aware that the general public thinks of him as their father’s ‘Consolation Prize.’

After all, when from their perspective he’s the one Bruce raised since he was eight as his ward, with that dissolving when he was eighteen and very little perceived contact between the two of them for years after that, while Jason was adopted soon after being taken in and Dick was then later adopted years after Jason’s death, without any public fanfare.....

What does that look like other than Bruce ‘settling’ for the son who didn’t appear to be his first choice, just chronologically first, once he lost Jason but still needed/wanted an heir, as he was getting older and the general public still didn’t know yet how closely tied Tim was to the family or that it wouldn’t be long after this that Bruce adopted him too?

Now granted, you can definitely perceive the above as overly angsty and not the only way this situation was likely to be perceived outside the family, but my point is more that like.....nobody ever presumes that the general public are overly kind or generous in their views or assumptions about the Wayne family behavior. I just don’t buy that people assumed there was some optimistic explanation for the way things appeared here, or that people just went “oh its probably because the kid who grew up in that house the longest just doesn’t WANT to be adopted by the billionaire and have all the security that brings, and that’s also clearly why he lives in Bludhaven of all places and a shitty apartment building at that.”

I mean, no matter what WE the readers may know of Dick’s personal priorities and how little he cares about where he lives or that Bruce would have willingly paid for him to have a better place to live if he really wanted it, is that what people are most likely to assume, based on appearances?

Anyway, I’m just saying, I bet it bugs the crap out of Dick to hear his siblings casually refer to him as so obviously enjoying favored son status and being the clear apple of Bruce’s eye, as he’s like, cue internal monologue: gee, sure wish I was as confident of that back during the years he seemed to want nothing to do with me.

Like I’ve said before, I think Dick isn’t actually super insecure and his insecurities such as they are mostly revolve around how his family and friends perceive him, not the general public.....BUT I do think that with as high profile as the Waynes are, there’s no way that nobody picked up on how little contact Dick and Bruce had in the continuities where they literally went over a year without even speaking to each other....and like, felt free to draw their own conclusions.

And I do think this is also part of why I default to thinking a lot of canon takes and headcanons tend to gloss over how shitty Gotham public could be in their views/treatment of Dick. Like just because Dick was basically trained from birth to be able to work a room and entertain people while in their direct presence, that didn’t actually make him ‘one of them’ in their eyes, and I reeeeeeaally don’t think you can actually underestimate the pettiness and jealousy one percenters feel when they see someone they inherently view as lesser than them - as they would’ve viewed both Dick and Jason due to their lower class births - like....’leap frogging’ over them into greater wealth via being taken in by Bruce.

Like, idk, maybe it just comes from having been a scholarship kid who went to a richy rich private high school attended mostly by the children of senators and hotel-chain owners, lol, but like.......I can not for a second picture Gotham’s upper class actually LIKING Dick or being as charmed by him as they frequently are depicted as, just because Dick knows how to be charming and likable. Like they might play it that way when in public at a gala, for appearances or whatever....but the second he turned around they’d be badmouthing him at juuuuust a high enough volume to ensure he’d be able to HEAR them but not be able to call them on it without it looking like he went back and provoked a scene over something ‘nobody else around them heard them say’ or whatever. Just to make sure that no matter how well he came across in public social settings, he never ‘forgot his place’ or whatever or forgot that they were all too aware of it too.

And also also, it always kinda bemuses me that as much focus as the Court of Owls and Talons get in Dick’s narratives in canon and fic, that we’ve barely ever seen any examination of what the Court retroactively means for Dick’s years growing up around upper class Gothamites who likely included more than a few Court members.....like, we KNOW years later that like, all along there were these people who even without knowing who Batman and Robin were, like, knew Dick Grayson was their ‘Gray Son’ and intended to claim him as their weapon someday, and you can’t tell me that wouldn’t have factored into how they viewed and interacted with a child and teenage Dick Grayson as they attended many of the same social gatherings and functions. OR that Dick himself in the aftermath of the Court of Owls reveal, didn’t look back at his OWN childhood and reflect on how many creepy or uncomfortable encounters he had with various socialites that left him feeling decidedly skeeved out and not a fan of how they were looking at him or things they might have said to him, thinking themselves oh so clever for alluding to things he had no idea about......like, I imagine there had to be more than a few encounters from his younger years that always stuck with him, and after the Court of Owls revelation like....looked TOTALLY different to him, especially if he happened to know for sure that some of those very people were in fact Court members. BUT I DIGRESS.

All in all though it all circles back to the same thought for me.....people might have been polite to Dick’s face when he was growing up, but they most likely had plenty of shit to say the second his back was turned, and I doubt they were afraid to be overheard by him. Especially in his later years, once people noticed how distant he and Bruce seemed to be, and thus perceived that as meaning that nineteen year old Dick Grayson wasn’t as ‘protected’ by Bruce the way he was when he was younger.....meaning the people who were most jealous of Dick’s ‘catapulting’ up the social ladder and eager to knock him down a peg because of that, like....probably would have looked at the relative lack of contact between he and Bruce as far as anyone could publicly tell, and felt emboldened enough by that to up their snide whisper game with shit like gossipping about how oh, the Grayson boy may be back in Gotham again, but we all know he’s just poor Brucie’s consolation prize anyway, why, if he really cared all that much about the boy, he’d hardly have ever let him run off to Bludhaven of all places, without even making sure to staple the advantages and opportunities granted by the Wayne name to him the way he made sure to right off the bat with the younger one.....

So yeah. There’s my angsty musings on how Dick likely is perceived by Gotham public at large, and how his interactions with them - especially when NOT around Bruce and Jason and the rest of his family....probably very much does not match up with what they assume public perception of Dick is, given that in their eyes ‘everybody loves Dick Grayson,’ but in Dick’s experience ‘everybody may be charmed by Dick Grayson while he’s doing his best to be charming,’ but don’t mistake that for acceptance. Not when Gotham’s public are just as likely to dismiss him as the second choice Wayne heir and consolation prize to make themselves feel more important/elevated than him the second their own insecurities have them feeling intimidated by the wealth, power and prestige Dick does actually share in by virtue of being part of Bruce’s family.

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Type: One-shot

Pairing: Fem! and Vigilante! Reader x Damian Wayne/Robin

Content: Some angst and lots of Fluff, some cursing, violence and an oblivious reader. Aged up Damian, 15/16yrs old.

Y/N: Your Name, L/N: Last Name, V/N: Vigilante Name

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There is a moment when you realize that you love some one, there is also a moment when you realize you hate someone. However, it's the moment realizing that someone loves you that usually hits the hardest. Unfortunately, this was not the moment for you. Instead it was the moment you realized that Damian Wayne hated you.

And honestly it pissed you off. You had done nothing to warrant his hate, in fact the two of you had been friends until he decided to be a pompous ass. Your opinion might be a little bit jaded considering you were hopelessly in love with him... but that didn't mean he had any right to be a dick to you.

It had started with avoiding you, he would see you walk into a room and he would turn and leave it. Sometimes you would be walking towards him and he would turn around and begin heading in the opposite direction. It extended into ignoring you, you would try and talk to him and he would ignore you and walk away.

Once, he was having a conversation with Tim, Tim mentioned how you would be able to help out much better then he could. Damian looked to you for a moment and you raised an eyebrow almost in question. Then he shook his head before leaving the room muttering something about how he didn't really need the answer.

It was infuriating. Maddening really, being ignored and avoided. But you knew it was best to let Damian do what ever the hell he wanted and he'd regret it later. However, when he asked to be paired with someone else on patrol when you didn't even have to speak to each other, to say you nearly lost it was an understatement.

It was the reason you nearly got shot, your mind was clouded with violent thoughts, anger at Damian and at yourself for being so hurt at the rejection.

You and Red Hood were paired together for patrol. You were supposed to be watching the turf of a gang called the Scarlet Soldiers. Word was that a war was brewing between The Scarlet Soldiers and The Unseen Devils. While your mind was off arguing with itself and shouting curses at Damian, The Devils made their move.

You didn't even realize what exactly had happened, you remember Red Hood shouting at you to get moving then everything was a blur. The next thing you remember it a feeling like fire slicing your side, gun shots were ringing around you and you felt another slice across your cheek and left arm. Someone shouted for you to get down and you dropped to the ground almost in a trance.

It wasn't until the gunfire stopped and the slices felt like they were a blaze did you come out of the trance. Someone was yanking you to your feet, however it felt as though everything was muddled and distant. Someone began to shake you and suddenly your hearing cleared and you found yourself face to face with Robin.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

He seemed concerned but you wrote that off as the adrenaline pumping through your veins due to being shot at and the fact that you had gotten grazed at least three times.

Rolling your eyes you shoved him away.

"Oh fuck off," You snapped.

He did not in fact fuck off.

Instead, he grabbed onto your right arm, forcing you to face him once again. You shot him a glare but he returned you one that rivaled your own.

"You," He began almost as if he was restraining himself, "could have gotten yourself killed, V/N."

You couldn't believe it, was he seriously acting like he cared? That he was worried about you when you both knew that was the farthest from the truth.

Pressing a hand to your forehead you shook your head and weakly laughed, "Please don't start this shit with me right now."

He blinked in slight confusion and looked at you the confusion overtaking the apparent anger he had previously had.

"Excuse me?"

"Your bullshit," You began shooting him an irritated look, "already has a body count you don't need to add more to it."

That only seemed to confuse him more. He did not let go of your arm, instead he took a step closer to you, "What?"

"This- this fuckary about 'caring'."

You threw your hands up as you shook your head and effectively slipped from his grip. But it didn't matter, he was close. Close enough you could see a slight hitch in his breathing.

" I do care-" Robin began but you cut him off shaking your head.

"Don't you dare, don't even try saying that you give a fuck about me because we both know that's a damned lie." The words slipped off your tongue and you felt your heart raging in your chest.

You had unintentionally let your feelings, the ones you'd been trying your hardest to push back, to beat into nonexistence, shove themselves forwards. The pain you had felt, not only at the rejection he kept seeming to shove your way but because of your stupid love for him. No matter how hard you tried it seemed your dumb heart was saving all it's love for him.

It wasn't until you saw the shock on his face you realized that he, luckily, didn't see all that you felt. His face hardened and he took another step forwards. If he got any closer the two of you would be touching.

"What in the hell made you think that?" His voice was low, you could see him clenching his fists and you had a feeling was he not wearing his mask, his eyes would be blazing. You had made him angry.

Great. This was just perfect.

However you couldn't stop yourself from replying. You had gotten all your pain out on the table, why not throw the anger out there as well?

"YOU! You and your pompous assery! Avoiding me, ignoring me! Of course you don't care, it was obvious... why would you?" You found yourself nearly shouting as you lurched forwards, your voice cracking at the end.

He blinked a few times, the anger slowly leaving him. You could tell because his body began to relax and his fists unclenched. This made you even angrier. Taking in a breath to stop yourself from breaking the boy wonder's nose you realized how close the two of you were.

Well shit.

He was close enough you could make out the pattern on his mask and uniform. You could hear him breathing and had the sneaking suspicion if you were to let out a breath, he would be able to feel it. You could practically hear him in you head scolding you for ruining his outfit.

"Don't even breathe on it," He had told you when you first saw it, "it's very expensive."

"How much?" You had asked in curiosity.

He shot you a look then rolled his eyes and replied, "It's worth far more then you are."

The sight of him moving his hand brought you back to the present. Looking at him you found him studying you. Suddenly he sighed and shook his head. Your noses were almost brushing when he said,

"Well, I never said I didn't care, So don't go thinking that."

Before you could reply someone called your name causing the both of you to look in their direction. Nightwing was making his way towards you a concerned look on his face.

"V/N, are you alright?" He asked moving forwards, hands out as if to examine your wounds.

You noticed how Robin took a few not so subtle steps away from you and you waved a hand at Nightwing.

"Honestly I'm fine, it's just a couple of nicks. I'll be okay."

Robin snorted as if he disagreed and you shot him a slight glare. Turning back towards Nightwing you noticed how he gave Robin a worried look before meeting your gaze.

"Just to be safe, let's get you back to bat cave and let Agent A take a look."

Reluctantly you nodded and let Nightwing begin to drag you away, a strange feeling burning in your chest. You hadn't fully realized what Robin had said until then.

I never said I didn't care. So don't go thinking that

What on earth did he mean by that? You were thoroughly confused. He acted like he didn't care, then said things like this. You hoped you didn't get whiplash from this sudden personality change, however you knew that it was more likely that you were going to just end up getting hurt. Your heart had begun to sing a little song almost as soon as it heard his words.

I never said I didn't care

That must mean he does care, your heart cheered. Your feelings were confusing... very confusing. On one hand you were angry, on the other hand you heart seemed to be making you feel a bit fluttery.

The sharp sting of rubbing alcohol on your cuts yanked you out of your thoughts. Alfred stood in front of you gently cleaning the minor wounds you gained earlier. Meanwhile, Tim seemed to be explaining something he invented to Duke.

"What do you mean it might explode?" Duke asked still wearing at least half of his vigilante outfit.

Tim shrugged as he deposited another coffee cup into the overflowing trashcan near the bat computer.

"I'm like eighty-five percent sure it won't."

"Eighty-Five percent?!"

"Uh, Well more like seventy-seven."

"WHAT?!"

You knew under other circumstances you would have laughed an such an interaction. However after what happened you were lacking your usual humor and it didn't go unnoticed.

"Is everything alright Miss. Y/N?"

You blinked and look at Alfred. He was tending to the wound on your arm and gave you a expecting look.

"Oh, I- uh yeah. I mean it's not alright but nothing is really wrong." You explained with a shrug not wanting to get into it.

"Is that why Master Damian hasn't stopped staring at you?"

"Yea-Wait, what?"

You looked up and found, nearly on the other side of the bat cave stood Damian, clearly watching the progress of you being taken care. Three words popped into your head.

Overbearing Mother Hen.

This was nearly exactly like how things had been before Damian decided to turn into a dick... well more like a prick.

He would worry about any injuries you got, of course you felt the same about him, but it was strange to see him back up to his old ways... it made your heart do the weird fluttery thing again and you really didn't like it.

A stinging on your cheek caused you to wince. And you blinked once again back into reality.

"Apologizes Miss. Y/N."

You shrugged at Alfred, now deciding to focus on him... well for at least the moment.

"It's fine, it's the least I deserve for being an idiot."

Alfred raised an eyebrow as he pulled the cloth away, but other then that he didn’t react to your comment. Looking for a bandage in the first aid-kit, Alfred let out a slight hum. After a minute's search he pulled out a old looking band-aid.

"Unfortunately, Miss. Y/N this is the last band-aid we have."

In his hands Alfred had a pink hello kitty band-aid, it had tiny little hearts and hello kitty's face adorning it's surface. You didn't really mind, a band-aid is a band-aid after all.

Alfred place the band-aid on your face and you waggled your eyebrows remarking,

"It's alright, I don't mind, I think it give me a punk edge. What do you think?"

He replied without missing a beat as he began to clean up the area, "I think you should go and talk to Master Damian."

Of course he did, he probably had heard about your argument from someone or heard parts of it over the comms, the possibilities of him hearing about were endless after all.

Shaking your head you sighed, "Alright, alright, fine."

Hopping down off of the counter, you began to walk towards Damian. As you went you passed by Steph and Cass, who both shot you looks as you headed towards him.

"Nice band-aid!" Steph remarked as she shot you a wink.

You rolled your eyes smiling as you fought off a laugh. Giving her a thumbs up you continued to walk. Stopping in front of him you notice how he's giving you a strange look.

After a few moments of awkward silence and rolling from the ball of your foot to your heel you nodded and decided to break it.

"You are being really creepy you know, you should stop."

Damian blinked in surprise and his brooding look dropped as he gave you a confused one.

"How so?"

You didn't understand how he couldn't see that he was being weird, weird and creepy. Staring at someone relentlessly and not turning away when they look back at you is fairly weird.

"Just standing there staring," You explained waving a hand, "it's weird. Stop it."

Damian's face stiffed for a moment and his entire body tensed. You didn't know exactly what you did, but something you said clearly had upset him.

"Why am I scaring you?" He asked fairly curtly.

He- he thought that he could scare you? Something was clear wrong with him because he must have forgotten who you were and what you've seen.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you crossed your arms. Letting out a scoff you looked him dead in the eyes and gave him a tight smile.

"Do you really think you could scare me? Sweetheart, I've met babies that are scarier then you."

It occurred to you, after you said it that you called him sweetheart. For a few seconds panic began to ensue in your mind until you saw his natural scowl and the rolling of his eyes. He didn't take it as flirting as you feared, instead he took it as a taunt... or at least that's what it seemed like.

The scowl slips away from his face and instead he looks at you frustrated and he opened his mouth only to close it. Clearly he wanted to say something, what scared you was how much you wanted to know what it was.

You fiddled with your hands for a moment before he finally cleared his throat and spoke.

"I- I wanted.... I wanted to apologize for my behavior."

Initially shock came over you, was Damian Wayne... the Damian Wayne apologizing? It sure as hell was what he said and as far as you could tell it wasn't a joke. Then again you don't exactly know what he's apologizing for.

Pushing your surprise back you raised an eyebrow and inquired, "And why is that?"

He fidgeted for a moment before looking you in the eyes, he seemed upset- a look you knew meant he was not upset with you, but himself.

"Because I was not right to treat you the way I did."

Pardon? You were astounded. Not only was he actually apologizing, he was admitting he was wrong... well not even admitting it. He was saying it, you hadn't really told him his behavior was wrong more as told him it pissed you off. For half a second you felt the fluttery feeling but you shoved it back.

What exactly was he expecting to get from this apology? Did he expect you to instantly forgive him and for everything to go back to the way it was? Or did he expect you for forgive him and then you apologize for something? You didn't know and frankly were irritated at any of the possibilities.

"Okay and?"

He swallowed and you swear you could see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"You are a very dear... friend of mine and I would hate to loose that friendship because of a fault on my part."

Your jaw nearly dropped, did he just call you a dear friend? Tonight was full of miracles. Your heart began fluttering again and you were to shocked to even try and stop it.

We're friends... dear friends, your heart began singing. But you cut it off before it could get any further. No, no you couldn't keep playing this game with yourself, with your heart and feelings. For your own sake you were going to force your heart to find someone else to love. No more saving all your love for him. You were going to find someone.... someone less of ass. However that didn't mean the two of you couldn't be friends.

He seemed genuine enough and seeing the kicked puppy dog expression on his face was seriously starting to wear you down.

"Ugh, fine." You sighed giving him a irritated look, "Just don't do it again alright? I really don't like pompous you, jackass you is much better."

Relief quickly appeared on Damian's face and he seemed to be fighting off a smile suddenly.

"Thank you... I'm assuming jackass me is the version you deem normal?"

Despite yourself you snorted, rolling your eyes you smiled and gave him a long look. He was an idiot and sometimes weird, but other times he could be kinda cute... alright more then kinda... wait did what he just said about being dear friends- was that an emotional speech? You couldn't help but tease him about it.

"Yup. By the way, I didn't know you were the emotional speech kind of guy."

He blinked and then his eyes narrowed and he leaned in towards you, his arms behind his back a strange look on his face.

"Well special circumstances call for special responses however if anyone ever finds out about this there won't be a body left for them to find." He muttered to you.

For some reason, you found this hysterically funny. You smiled at him and he gave you a confused look. Laughing you rolled your eyes.

"Okay, then."

A temptation washed over you and you gave Damian a look, he raised his eyebrows in confusion. You leaned in a bit more and for a moment you relished the surprised look in his eyes. Leaning in even more you quickly pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, then you pulled away smiling.

His eyes widened and it was hard not to laugh at his expression.

"Did-did you just kiss me?" He asked clearly in shock

Laughing you shook your head in disbelief, it wasn't that shocking was it?

"It was only on the cheek, geeze. You do know that friends sometimes kiss each other like that right?"

He blinked twice and then he nodded and turned away from you his face turning all different shades of pink and red.

".... I do now." He replied nearly whispering.

It suddenly occurred to you that you had completely and totally flustered him. You tried to stop yourself but you really couldn't. A snort escaped you and you pressed a hand to your mouth to push back your giggles. Damian blinked a few times and your entire body shook.

"Oh no!" Jason shouted, "I think the demon spawn killed Y/N."

That did it, you burst into a fit of laughter. Your entire body shook and you nearly collapsed in on yourself.

"Oh my gosh," You said in between your laughing fits.

After a few seconds of you cackling and everyone staring at you in confusion, you were able to calm down... well it was more like a few minutes but that's besides the point. Wiping away imaginary tears you let out a sigh and smiled brightly at Damian. His face softens and he sighs slightly before straightening out.

"I hope you fully recover from your injuries L/N." He says in a strange tone, turning to leave.

"They were just scrapes." You reply, waving a hand as if to brush off.

He pauses for a moment and turns back to you. Tilting his head he looks you over.

"Regardless, I dislike seeing you hurt..." He softly says, he then blinked a few times as if he just realized what he said and he got an embarrassed look on his face. " Well goodnight."

In that instance it was almost like cupid shot an arrow straight at your mind, not your heart. Mainly because your heart was already certain about what it felt, your mind on the other hand was causing all the trouble. A warm feeling rushed over you and softly both in unison your heart and your mind began to sing.

It was then that you realized, at least for now, there wasn't really anyone else you could find yourself loving. Or at least feel the same way you do about him.

Damn it.

Sighing in defeat you watched him walk across the bat cave and slowly up the stairs. Shaking your head you watch him go and find yourself muttering under your breath.

"Looks like I'm saving all my love for you."

Fuck.

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