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birdy-bat-writes · 4 years

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Damian Wayne - Civilian crime solver

Request: Could you do headcanons or a scenario about Damian with a friend or s/o that is really into mysteries and goes around investigating cases even though they're really in over their head? Bonus points for shenanigans. Thank you!

Of course, amazing Anon! Great suggestion! And hey, why do friends or lovers when we can do both?? ;) I hope you enjoy this!

A/N: Um… My Headcanons are basically just fanfictions with sentences that don’t flow into paragraphs. I split it into 2 parts. I Really liked writing this one though. I love Damian. This one came out kinda angsty though, sorry about that. But it has a sweet ending.

Part 2 here

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- You met Damian when you both were in the sixth grade. He was quite the indignant 11-year-old. Unfortunately for you, this fellow was your lab partner for the year.

- You noticed his distaste for most people, but he didn’t have it with you. You couldn’t have known at the time, but the reason for that was that you were the only person in the room Damian saw as someone of equal intellect. It was the way you were organized and level-headed. You were independent and self-sufficient.

- Truth be told, the only major difference between your mindsets was that you weren’t as cocky.

- Made sense though, since your mother was an environmental toxicologist. Your home was pretty full of science equipment since you could remember. You were always curious as a child, and of course your proud mother encouraged it and taught you bit-by-bit how to use the tools. You idolized her and your father, who passed away when you were younger.

- Over the course of your partnership with Damian, you grew to tolerate each other, and then even enjoy each other’s company. By the time You were both 12, you had a pretty solid friendship.

- You discovered this when he invited you over to his house for his birthday and his family nearly choked, had a stroke, or checked if you were a robot. He had to explain to you that he didn’t bring friends over very often.

- “I made an exception for you because you are far closer to me than anyone else and I enjoy your company.”

- You guys hang out all the time now and talk about personal stuff and just joke about things. It makes you really happy when Damian laughs. He often found himself thinking about how much more often he’s been doing it since he met you.

- “Hey, what do you want to be when you grow up, Dames?”

- “Well, I’d like to follow in my father’s footsteps.” You assumed that meant running Wayne Enterprises. You were half right.

- “I want to be a detective.”

- “Really?”

- “Yeah, like my dad was.”

- “He’d be proud of you.”

- You had a love for forensics and special permission from your chemistry teacher to use the advanced chem lab after school. You were her TA after all, and Damian used that time to sit with you and chat while you worked.

- “Y/N, what are you analyzing?”

- “Um… It’s a mud sample.”

- “From?

- “The Gotham botanical gardens.”

- “Why?” Why are you analyzing dirt from Poison Ivy’s crime scene from last night?

- “Promise you won’t freak out?” He nodded. “I heard on the news that Poison Ivy was using monster plants to terrorize people. And they looked kind of like yellow trumpet vines you find a in the Gotham gardens. I was just checking the dirt for any chemicals that could have altered the plant growth.”

- Damian was stunned and speechless. Something he experienced rarely, if ever. “Y/N, messing with this stuff is dangerous. maybe you should let Batman and the GCPD handle this.”

- “Come on, Dami. Please don’t say that. I want to do this; I want to help people. If I figure this out first, I can tell the GCPD.”

- “I’m just worried for your safety.” He couldn’t deny that your work was brilliant, but he couldn’t let you put yourself in harm’s way either.

- “I’ll be safe, I promise.”

- He ultimately told you it was alright with him if you were careful. What he meant by that was that he was going to spy on you and keep you away from any and everything that was dangerous.

- Robin would follow you to your house from the shadows to make sure you got home safe and Damian would check in with you on your files. As your determination to solve cases increased, his desire to ask you why increased as well.

- “I just think it’s fun, Damian.” Wow you were a bad liar.

- “There’s more to it.”

- “What?”

- “Why are you actually doing this?”

- “Because I want to.” You were sterner this time. Damian noticed and decided to drop it for now. He offered to walk you home like he usually did but you declined.

- That night, you decided to investigate a lead you didn’t tell Damian about. It led you an abandoned building in old Gotham. You were scanning the second floor for anything out of the ordinary until you heard a voice approaching from the corner.

- You ran into the nearest room and hid. The voices were getting closer. “Falcone wants this job done tonight. Don’t f*** up.” You were terrified.

- Suddenly, your mouth was covered by a green gloved hand. You wanted to yell but you heard him shush you. You turned quietly to meet eyes with a domino mask. It was Robin. You didn’t have enough time to process everything that happened but at the end of it all you ended up on the sidewalk next to an ambulance and police cars.

- Deciding you had enough for one day, you headed home.

- The next day at school you seemed quiet and so did Damian. At the end, you walked over to Damian to ask if he wanted to hang out.

- “Not at the lab.”

- “Okay… we can watch a movie if you want.”

- “Alright.”

- “Cool. I’ll just go get my stuff.” He saw you walking in the direction of the lab and something sparked in him. He stopped you.

- “I’ll get it.”

- “What? I can get it. It’s fine.”

- “Just stay here, Y/N.” He was a bit too curt for your liking.

- “Don’t tell me what to do.”

- “Just listen to me for once.”

- “Why are you being like this?!”

- It turned into a yelling match. Damian’s emotions got the better of him and it ended with a “You could have died last night!”

- Tip of the hat to him *clap* *clap*. That’s how you found out he was Robin.

- It made sense really. You shared a heartfelt conversation about how he trusted you but he didn’t want you getting hurt. He knew what it was like out there and he couldn’t stand the thought of anything happening to you.

- You promised to keep his secret and he made a compromise with you; you could help him with forensics for his cases with Batman as long as you never went out into the field.

- Then you went an watched the movie you wanted to.

- “Hey Dames, I need to tell you something.” He turned his head to you. “You had asked earlier why I was so obsessed with the cases… my dad died investigating Falcone’s drug cartel. I guess got a bit too into it… I just thought you deserved to know.” You shared a look of sympathy and for the first time in your friendship, he hugged you. It held for a while, but it wasn’t awkward, just comforting, as if you both said that you were there for each other.

- Skip to the point where your working with him and Batman was normal. Well… as normal as it could get. You and Damian blew the Batcave circuit breaker. Twice.

- You would always get results before Bruce managed to figure out how. Tim liked you specifically because you could make Bruce look very confused.

- You and Damian would pass notes in class in code about new information from cases. It started to make people gossip about you two. It didn’t help that you both always stayed back late together and showed up to class alone, before anyone else.

- It began to scare people because Damian doesn’t bother to spend time with other humans but with you, he like?? Willingly?? Does it??

- You would work late nights with the boys and keep track of how much sleep they each were getting. If anyone fell too short, you sent them up to bed. It actually backfired on you once because you were very sleep-deprived and didn’t want to admit it, so Jason picked you up and dragged you to your room in the manor while Tim and Dick smiled cheekily. “Oh, how the turntables.” ;D

- Damian would sleep when you forced him, but he would still have his days. He believed he was above sleeping???

- This boy refuses to admit he’s tired. Even when he looks like a jittery racoon. So, you bring him hot chocolate in the mornings, (courtesy of Alfred) with a hint of a lot of caffeine (courtesy of Tim).

- Ever since you started spending so much time at the manor, you got much closer with Damian and his brothers. You felt a sense of family and care there.

- Your favorite nights were the ones where your mom would let you sleep over and you would stay late in the cave working with Damian. The serenity of the cave and the faint glow of the computers always made it feel like some alternate plane of existence.

- “Alright, Sherlock, you’ve been obsessed with this case for three days now. Let the computers do their work and take a nap.”

- “Dami, I’m too ‘thinky’ to sleep.”

- “’Thinky’?” you nodded and giggled at your superior use of vocabulary. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

- You detected a hint of mischief in his voice and followed him up the cave staircase to the top of a ledge. He pulled a rope ladder out from behind the ledge and gestured for you to climb it.

- You glanced at him once before hoisting yourself up and climbing onto the rocky surface. You looked up and the sight took your breath away. The ledge was a flat floor of the cave that overlooked the waterfall from the inside. If you looked down, you could see the dancing currents on the lower levels of the cave. The air was misty and cool, and you honestly had no idea that there was a view like this anywhere in the manor.

- “You like it?”

- “Its so beautiful.” You said, your voice full of awe. Damian sat down on the floor, against the cave wall and patted the ground next to him. He wanted to say something. Just regular makings of conversation, like the ones you always had. This time, for the first time, he felt like he didn’t know what to say to you, so opted to look at you.

- The way the water reflected light on the cave walls made patterns of hazy light. The glow hit your skin and made your eyes sparkle. For the first time since he had met you, Damian saw you in a completely new way. He didn’t understand it, but he wasn’t opposed to it either.

- You broke the silence with, “You know, ever since I met you, and your family, I’ve never been happier.”

- You looked back at him. Something about the way he looked at you made you feel butterflies and fireworks all at once.

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gloves94 · 6 years

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La Vie En Rose [Bruce Banner] 2

"Don't patronize me, Banner." I scoffed marching out of the small home.

I sat in the seat furthest away from both the Black Widow and Dr. Banner who maintained some conversation during the long flight. I mindlessly looked out of the window with my chin perked on my palm. Suddenly Natasha left- to make a call, I assumed.

I sighed and maintained my anti-social behavior. I pretended not to notice when someone sat in the empty seat next to mine.

"You're Merrill St. Paul," the voice stated.

I turned to look at the man with a blank stare on my face.

"Yeah? What of it?" I asked dully, wishing I was elsewhere.

"I've heard about you," Banner began. "You're a gem collector." I remained silent.

"Dr. Banner, Bruce Banner," he stated offering his hand. I looked down at it uninterested before glancing out the window again. "Right..." He trailed off awkwardly.

His mood: nervous.

"Ms. Romanoff said that we were going to be spending a lot of time together. She said that you could help me. Control him."

I figured that if I ignored him maybe, he'd go away. That wasn't the case.

"Ms. St. Paul?"

"Merrill. Just Merrill," I said turning to him once again feeling annoyed. "I don't understand what you mean by 'controlling him.' Who are you even talking about?"

"Well... My other self..." he said sheepishly. As if he was somewhat embarrassed about it. I starred at him for a moment, processing his words.

"I don't get it, are you schizophrenic or something?"

"Have you ever heard of the Big Green Guy?" He asked.

“Like the Mighty Green Giant?” I simply shrugged in an uninterested tone. "Hulk Smash?" He quoted in an exaggerated tone. "Have you ever picked up a newspaper?" He asked somewhat shocked.

"No," I said growing more and more bored with this conversation. "The only newspaper I pick up is called: Vogue, and no. I have never heard of you or your other you." I rolled my eyes.

“That’s not even a newspaper.” He muttered under his breath cringing. I flashed him a death glare. "Look. I've been on a track record. It has been more than a year since..." he paused dramatically. "Never mind. Point is, I'm a little curious at how you can help-"

I had had enough. This man was never going to shut up.

I turned to face him directly and stared daggers at him willingly my eyes momentarily flashed with a navy blue color. He blinked twice and suddenly sank into his seat in relaxation.

I did the same.

The negative thing about forcing emotions upon others is that- I force them upon myself as well. The effects are of course not as severe.

He relaxed back into his seat, as did I. My eyes half lidded.

"What did you... What did you do to me?" He exhaled.

"Just... shut up." I retorted finally closing my eyes.

"Your eyes do change color," he observed.

Why wouldn’t he stop talking?!

I opened them once again and turned to glare at him as they faded into orange, the color of annoyance. "You're annoying," I pointed out once again focusing on a relaxing blue mood.

He sank even deeper into his seat.

"So what's your story?” He continued in a drowsy tone.

I scowled at him leaving him with word in his mouth. I was done with this conversation. My silence would be his answer.

"Radiation? Terrible experiment? Cursed?"

Like I said, I was done. Someone should slap some silver duct tape on this man’s mouth. If Dr. Hyde were like this, I would take Mr. Jekyll any day.

Without another word I stood up and left to another seat. Arriving I crossed my arms and leaned my head against the window longing for sleep to come.

There was blood. So much blood and colors, it was almost like seeing the rainbow. The colors contrasted the dull background. I looked down at my shaking bloodstained hands. Before me the dead-

"Wake up." I twitched awake at Natasha's harsh tone.

"Are we there yet?"

"Pit stop," she said as she walked away.

The air vehicle had landed already and on board were two men. One I recognized to be Agent Phil Coulson, also known as the bastard that had forced me to be here. The other was a terribly handsome man in a brown leather jacket. I felt my cheeks and eyes flashing a rosy pink in embarrassment. He looked just like the guy from that superhero movie!

Coulson introduced the man as Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America. Yes. The Captain America.

He kindly introduced and kept to himself instead of rambling like Banner. The doctor and Natasha were in the back of the aircraft working out some details. The plane took off, and Coulson sat on a high tech computer managing some data. I exchanged a look with Steve my eyes glowing. I immediately saw his pupils dilate in affection.

"Ms. St. Paul, excuse my boldness, but will you go on a date with me?" He asked immediately taking my polished hand in his.

I giggled obnoxiously like a childish schoolgirl.

"Why Captain!" I batted my eyelashes dramatically.

"St. Paul," Coulson suddenly growled out in a scolding tone.

"You've been warned," he threatened once.

Suddenly I felt the weight of the bomb in my chest and rolled my eyes, the color flashing back to it's neutral gray.

"It's just some harmless fun." I droned slightly scowling.

The captain blinked twice and held on to his head confused. He looked at me perplexed. I couldn't imagine just what was going through his head. In order to confuse him more, I winked at him.

"Stop it," Coulson warned again, not even looking at the scene. His back still turned towards us.

"I didn't even do it with the eyes this time!" I protested childishly.

"With professionalism Ms. St. Paul," he said spinning around in the chair and stepping over to both of us.

"There's something both of you must know," he said holding an electronic tablet in his hands.

We both looked at him expectantly.

"It's about Dr. Banner." He handed us the tablet.

Steve and I sat ready to watch some kind of video. He inched away from me uncomfortable.

"I think it's best if you see it for yourselves."

The Captain pressed play.

The video was set at Culver University. I remember hearing about this; it was set about a year ago. The U.S. Military had even gotten involved. I couldn't believe it. There was this massive being. It appeared that he weighted tons, he was easily more substantial than an elephant, and he was green. The bullets and missiles seemed to tickle him. He swatted away soldiers as if they were flies destroying and ripping apart everything that stood in the way. Tanks, cars, buildings…

"We're about forty minutes out from the base, sir."

One of the pilots said to Agent Coulson.

I was speechless.

Was that thing Dr. Banner?

"Is that..." I asked eyes wide.

Eyes glowing a pale yellow.

"Dr. Banner, yes. You are correct," Coulson said spinning in his chair.

"How-How do you expect me to control that thing. Are you insane?!" I screeched.

"If anyone can do it, it's you. We've tried everything." He said with pursued lips.

"I am not some Guinea Pig for you to use to try to "appease" this monster! What do you think this is King Kong? This is real life!" I felt Steve's hand on my arm as he muttered a "Calm down."

"You won't be alone, there will be others-" Coulson continued.

"This. Is bullshit," I spat angrily between gritted teeth.

The Captain's eyes went wide. Shocked that a woman could be capable of such harsh language.

"How did this even happen?" I exclaimed pointing at the tablet with my palm.

"Dr. Banner attempted to replicate the serum that was used in the Captain," Coulson began.

"Really?" The Captain asked with a surprised expression on his face.

"A lot of people were. You were the world's first superhero. Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine's original formula."

As he spoke, we saw a close-up shot of the angry monster, The Hulk, which roared with fury as he slammed a jeep apart. I felt my insides twisting with unease.

“Are you like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?”

"Something like that..." I remembered Bruce's sheepish smile.

I had to find a way out of here. If not, I was as good as dead.

"Didn't really go his way, did it?" Steve added.

Agent Coulson began rambling and praised the Captain who apparently was his idol. I turned my head to look at the back of the plane where Bruce and Natasha were sitting. His eyes didn't meet mine, but I knew that he had heard just enough.

I was brave and knew that I could easily control any human, but that thing...

I don't even know if it had a conscience. I could feel his anxiety filling the room, and I'm sure mine wasn't helping either.

I felt claustrophobic. Leaning against my knees, I took in a deep breath.

I had to find a way out. I had to find a way out. I briefly looked at the massive bomb that was attached to my heart.

First, I had to get this thing off me.

"-With everything that's happening, the things that are about to come to light, people might just need a little old-fashioned," Coulson said sentimentally to the Captain regarding who knows what. I had other more important priorities.

It wasn't long before we landed and it was now daylight. The plane we were in was called the Quinjet, and it landed down on a massive battleship, which I learned is called the helicarrier. It had two runways; one with direct access to the hangar at the rear is aligned along the spine of the vessel. Agent Coulson and Steve walk down the ramp still talking. I trailed behind them as Natasha and Bruce passed me. Coulson left, and Natasha proceeded to introduce herself to the Captain formally. As we walked, Dr. Banner got distracted and sidestepped to stand near a plane. People rapidly walked around and in front of him as if he wasn't there. I stared in disbelief. Steve stretched out a hand to formally make his acquaintance.

"Oh, yeah. Hi." Bruce said awkwardly.

It was then that I noticed the grey on his hair. He was much too young to have gray hair like that; I assumed it was due to the bearing stress he had to deal with that thing living inside him…

"Word is you can find the cube," the Captain began.

"Is that the only word on me?" His eyes momentarily flickered to me. I was standing behind them all with my arms crossed over my chest as I shrunk in the shadow of a plane.

"Only word I care about," Steve said with sentiment. The doctor was touched.

"Must be strange for you, all of this."

"Well, this is actually kind of familiar-" the Captain was interrupted by Natasha.

"Gentlemen, St. Paul, you may wanna step inside in a minute. It's gonna get a little hard to breathe."

Suddenly the helicarrier started shaking violently. The ground trembled beneath my Gucci shoes. No way in hell was I going to be kept underwater with them.

"Is this is a submarine?"

"Really? They wanted me in a submerged pressurized metal container?" Banner mused humorlessly.

"As long as St. Paul is with you, there won't be any need of that."

I saw the Captain look at me oddly; I assume that he, like the others, was unaware of the true power I possessed. It was then that Steve and Bruce approached the ledge of the helicarrier and looked at the turbines at sea. I took advantage of the opportunity and approached The Black Widow.

"Natasha," I began.

"Black Widow," she corrected with a sharp glare.

"Listen-" I hissed ignoring her correction.

"I don't know what you and Agent Coulson have in mind. I can't control him. He's going to kill us all and wreck the entire helicarrier." I protested with fearful eyes. "It's hopeless."

She kept her eyes shut knowing better.

"So you're telling me that you can steal the Pope's gems, live in Buckingham Palace for a year, get a collection of dresses designed after you by Milan's elite, and convince an entire nation that you are a God- but you can't control one man?"

I sucked in a breath as she mentioned part of my track record. I hated to acknowledge it, but it was true. I was pretty outstanding, but I could not control that thing. My eyes darted towards the two men that were standing on the edge of the carrier ship.

"But it is not a man," I wanted to protest.

Four large lift fans mounted on the sides of the ship began to lift the helicarrier into the air. Steve watched in awe. Marveled by the technology of this century. Bruce became awry. He turned to look at us. This thing wasn't a submarine it was an aerial carrier. Then it hit me, the name- helicarrier. Of course.

"Oh, no. This is much worse," he said breathlessly.

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