welcome to the family || Damian Wayne

Warning(s):language.

Damian and Reader are teenagers.

This work was requested over a couple months ago I think

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“So, this is your girlfriend?” The one named Todd- Jason Todd- spoke up, he had his arms crossed across his chest as he stared at you with curious eyes, eyebrow raised before his attention shifted to your boyfriend who was standing in front of you.

You had your hand in Damian’s, he gave you a reassuring squeeze. This happened at your insistence, you had asked him if you could meet his family. While you had attended Bruce’s galas, you never seen his family because you’d always be with Damian, talking and hanging out with him at his family’s botany.

Your father almost got a heart attack when you told him you were dating Damian Wayne, your mother only smiled while your brother froze up for a moment before he hesitantly nodded. Your father went on rambling that you couldn’t date yet, that no you were still too young, Damian was a playboy and more lies to keep you with him.

Damian didn’t stop laughing when you told him about it, he continue teasing you until you shut him up with a kiss. THAT got him flustered and you just had to tease him back.

You were pulled away from your memories when another boy stepped into your line of view after he moved Damian aside, well, this one was more of a man if anything. His eyes were showing how intrigued he was with you.

“Grayson,” your boyfriend hissed, clawing at Grayson’s hand only to be blatantly ignored.

“Hmm,” the man hummed deeply, staring at you right in the eye as he flashed you that charming smile that got you to blush. “You’re so cute, how much did Damian pay you?”

“GRAYSON!” This time Damian was able to push him away, the push was hard enough to cause the oldest brother stumble back.

“I bet he used his lunch money,” another boy with similar dark hair and blue eyes but more cute looking pondered in, he was also looking at you with curiosity.

You sighed, rubbing your cooling cheek with your free palm. It was time for you to speak up. “Damian didn’t pay me, I’m not that desperate,” you gave the boys a charming smile, “I met him at the galas, he’s very sweet. We have been dating for almost a year now.”

It was Damian’s turn to blush, he looked away and clicked his tongue. “I’m not sweet.”

“Exactly,” said the cute blue-eyed boy, he was definitely older than Damian but younger than the other two.

Jason then added, “nobody wants to be with a brat like you, which is why we’re asking this poor girl who happens to be Oliver’s kid. So, did Daddy kick you out?”

Both you and your boyfriend glared up at him, Damian was ready to defend you and himself until a gentle voice interrupted. A couple pairs of footsteps were coming closer, one was heavy and calculated as the other was light and graceful.

“Now, don’t be like that boys,” when you turned around, you saw Mr and Mrs. Wayne walking towards you and the boys, Mrs. Wayne had her arm looped around Bruce’s. Both of them looked like a King and his Queen, they looked so absolutely perfect for each other. Mrs. Wayne’s eyes landed on you, the gentle smile on her face widened as she and her husband stopped in front of you. “Ms. Queen, it is very nice to finally able to meet you.”

“Ah! Yes, I’m honored to be able to meet you, ma'am,” you almost stammered.

You were a little surprised when she leaned down to kiss your forehead before she straightened up again like nothing had happened. Your eyes shifted towards your boyfriend to find him already looking at you, grinning as if saying, ‘we’re safe now.’

He was right.

“Call me mum, sweetheart, she dreamily rested her head on Bruce’s shoulder. She lifted up her free hand, palm up, at her husband, "Honey. Pay up please.”

Bruce only responded with a sigh as he pulled a stack of money out from his pocket, putting it on his wife’s open palm who accepted it with a gleeful kiss to his cheek.

“So much for being the greatest detective, dear husband,” Mrs. Wayne cooed, “who’s up for some seafood? My treat.”

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There wasn’t much Damian/Reader going on… I’m sorry ><

oblivious || Damian Wayne

Hallo! I’ll get straight to it. XDD Is it fine if I would ask for some Damian Wayne x Reader. Where the reader has an alter ego but Damian doesn’t know it. Damian, as Robin, is always teasing and kinda insulting the reader but doesn’t realize that it’s the same girl he likes. And the reader is kinda chill with both of their personalities that they’d be really fcking similar XDD and they don’t even try to cover it up. But she’s smart enough not to let it through. I hope you get the idea. You can just say no tho hahaha. Anyways, have a great day!

A/N: I hope this turns out okay! Do you notice I put pictures of the boys now? Yeah, bcs I’m not writing on my tablet and yes, I always write on my tablet for most of the times :>

Have I done this title before yet?

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“Really, Robin?” You stared at the boy wonder in front of you, he had his booted foot on top of a criminal that you both had defeated- it was mostly him because apparently, he loved to steal your spotlight- the bulky man was probably unconscious since he hadn’t moved at all, he hit his head pretty hard on the ground after all.

“You were too slow,” he bent down to tie up the guy’s wrists, then flipped him over to his back before tying up his ankles and thighs.

“I arrived here first, you ass,” you huffed, sighing in defeat. There was no point arguing with the boy, he was always like this when he was doing his hero duties or not.

Oh, of course, you knew who he was at school. Damian Wayne, the son of Bruce Wayne, one of the possible heirs. He was good looking, had quick reflexes, smart but despite all that…

He still didn’t know who you were.

You did nothing much to hide that you were, well, you.Save for the mask you wore and the suit- of course, you did nothing- you let your hair just the way it was, the way you act was just the same like how you acted in school.

He still didn’t notice.

“Too bad, too sad,” Damian- Robin- stretched his arms up, he was young but damn if his body didn’t already sculpt, you had seen it first hand too on gym class when he had to wipe the sweat off his face with his shirt. “Is this all?”

“Uh, yeah,” you looked around the building, it was empty and eerie, the sound of wind could be heard because it was just that silent save for the two of you. “Let’s get out of here, I’ve called the GCPD. They should be here right about,” you heard sirens blaring from afar, the red and blue glimpses of light accompanying the sirens, “now. Let’s go.”

The two of you grappled up, away from the polices’ eyes. Their flashlights were aimed all over to look for you and Robin but they were already too late since you two were already far from the scene, heading for a nearby fast food restaurant.

The person behind the counter wasn’t surprised to see two young vigilantes strolling into the place casually, talking like you were just regular customer- which you technically were- and ordered some food then went out again to eat on their rooftop.

“It’s not like you to be late, Robin,” you commented, chewing on your curly fries, legs rocking back and forth as you stared at the ground where civilians were passing.

“Had to finish my homework first,” he looked at you, emerald eyes narrowing behind the glasses of his domino mask, “swallow before speaking.”

You didn’t pay any heed to his words and continued speaking, although, this time your food was already swallowed, “we have homework?”

“Yeah,” he paused, “wait, what do you mean ‘we’?”

“Oh shoot, we have homework,” you crumpled the paper bag, tucking it into your pocket- had to give a good example as a good vigilante- and grinned at him as you stood to leave, “do you seriously haven’t noticed who I am, Dami?” You snickered.

You watched as everything seemed to process in his head and when you knew the obvious realization washed over him you left without a goodbye but laughed loudly into the night. The poor boy was left there alone, mortified.

“Shi–” his mother’s voice echoed in his earpiece, daring him to finish that word, “crap,” he corrected himself.

After all this time he had been telling you about his feelings, asking for help and advice, ranting on how much he adored you to…you?

Needless to say, Damian didn’t come to school for a couple of days and when he did, he didn’t dare to talk to you until youapproached him.

another Damian?

Yes, there’s another one coming.

….soon.