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.

Hi there i was hoping that you can do one about were Damian meets his twin sister and she goes to see him and now live with him in the mansion and the batboys come home (including batman/bruce) and start to freak out that they have another sibling but that it is a girl and the reader and Damian are just watching this and the reader is like a girl version of Damian so i would be really happy if you did that and if don’t that’s fine I’m just asking but can you please and have a nice day or night

A/N:This is going to be a short crack/drabble, I hope this is okay!

Damian is close to the reader!

Damian stared at the perplexed expressions on his older siblings’ faces, they just came back from their patrol, all messy and bloody- there was almost no such thing as not fighting when they went out. He had his hand clasped with another hand that definitely did not belong to him, it was a little smaller and more feminine.

But that was not the only thing that made the older boys, sans Bruce since he wasn’t back yet. Their eyes shifted to where their mother stood, she had an awkward- almost nervous- smile on her delicate face then back to you, the almost carbon copy of Damian.

You were twins, had the same dark hair and the same shape of eyes but just slightly different shades of green, Damian stood a few inches taller than you and that little prick was smug about it.

“Uh,” you raised an eyebrow, “nice to meet all of you?”

You soon regretted greeting them because they started to make a ruckus, the one that Damian had pointed out that this guy was the oldest- Dick Grayson- grabbed your face, turning it side to side while you frowned that same frown Damian always supported whenever he was annoyed. Tim- he was cute- noticed that expression and started taking pictures before showing them to Jason- second oldest.

“Holy poop,” Jason was well aware of the no cursing rule ever since Mrs. Wayne threatened to spank him in front of his brothers if he ever cursed, Damian told you about this on one of his letters, “we have a female Damian in the house.”

“DUDE,” shrieked Dick, you pried his hands off your cheeks and covered your ears. Emerald eyes met yours, there was an amused glint behind those beautiful irises and a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, in return, you narrowed your eyes at him.

What kind of hell have you gotten me into, Damian?

“Are they always like this?” you looked over your shoulder at Mrs. Wayne, who apparently, had been tending his husband- when did he even come in?

The older woman chuckled, both of you ignoring the weird noises and whatever it was the other boys were talking about, she shook her head, bandaging her husband with such care. Alfred was trying to get the older boys to sit so he could look them up just in case they had wounds.

“No,” she finally answered, “but they are such goofy boys compared to Damian.”

“Umi,” grumbled the said boy.

“How come I’ve never seen you before?” This time it was Bruce, he had that same stern look but a bit more questioning.

“I hid because mother said so.”

“Oh.”

The awkward silence between you and Bruce was enough to make Mrs. Wayne sweat, it would be worse if the other boys weren’t still making a ruckus, Bruce was basically saying that he didn’t know he had a daughter- which totally wasn’t his fault since he didn’t even know he had a biological son because Talia never told him. Damian’s first meeting with her was a little awkward.

“Wait,” Tim was the first one to speak after he got over the fact he had a younger female, living, breathing sibling in his life now, “so, does it mean I have to deal with twoDamians? I can’t even deal with ONE demon spawn now I have to deal with TWO of them?”

“Who are you calling demon spawn, Drake?” You glared at him along with your brother, you both were questioning the poor dark haired teen in sync and the horror on Tim’s face was just hilarious if you weren’t actually offended by his words.

“Oh, great!”

Dick was the only one who looked terribly happy, he even showed it by bringing both you and Damian into a hug, it felt weird. You pushed at his chest while Damian just accepted his fate.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Just accept it, sister,” your brother spoke wisely, “he isn’t going to let you go until he is satisfied.”

What had you gotten yourself into?

Reader, I’d love to be in your position-

A/N:not sure if I’ve posted this here, uhh-

Warning(s): foul languages.

Batmom (Reader) is hot, gorgeous, too kind for her own good and oblivious.
The boys don’t like the way people stare at her.

The boys didn’t like it, nu-uh, definitely not liking it. The way the men are staring at the woman in front of them, said woman was busy picking out groceries and she was bending down slightly as she reached to grab a deliciously red tomato, the outline of her ass could be seen through the gray yoga pants she wore–she just came back from her routine class and they were picking her up.

Jason was, not so subtly, covering her from their perverted eyes by standing in their line of view with his arms crossed, eyes hard and challenging as they met the other men’s (some women’s too apparently, he noted inwardly).

It was getting harder for them to get their mother, which happened to be the hottest woman (in their eyes) in Gotham and marriedtoBruce Wayne,go everywhere alone and oblivious to the lusty eyes.

One of them, Damian was the most often, had to be by her side to at least be a subtle hint that she was off-limits when Bruce wasn’t able or when they didn’t notice the ring around her finger.

Butnoooo, they just had to take advantage of her politeness by bumping themselves into her and poor woman had to apologize for nothing.

Her face had been plastered in the first page of the newspaper almost every day with her name written in bold:

[NAME]WAYNE—SOMETHINGSOMETHING—

Butnoooooo, they all thought exasperatedly, following their gorgeous mother like baby ducklings–bodyguards–that they were, looking stern and unapproachable. Even Dick and Tim who were known to be friendly had their faces twisted into a scary scowl.

Their mother remained oblivious and carried on throwing groceries into the grocery bag hanging at the crook of her elbow until they reached the cashier. She turned around her own face was pulled into a scowl and still managed to look pretty.

“You know,” she started softly, smiling and shaking her head at the cashier when they asked if she needed anything else before digging her hand into her bag, blindly rummaging for her purse to pay, “if you boys are bored, you don’t have to come. I can always take a taxi or call Bruce.”

Yeah,no, they had this eerily similar disapproving expression on their features thus caused her to arch her eyebrow in amusement but said nothing.

Taxi was a big fat NO and they couldn’t really depend on Bruce since he was too busy, his words not theirs. They had looked at him suspiciously, accusingly.

Bruce defended himself by saying he’d loveto–and will–pick his wife up for he also wanted to spend some time with her if this matter wasn’t urgent, that he trusted them to bring her back home safe and sound.

It wasn’t like she couldn’t protect herself, she always had the customized–bat-shaped, fuck’s sake– taser Bruce made himself in her purse, also that small earpiece innocently worn as hoop earrings in case something she couldn’t handle happened.

“Uh, boys?” she jabbed their sides and they jolted out of their train of thoughts. “I’m done, we can go home now.”

A few moments later, when they thought their responsibilities were done, she spoke up again.

“So, I asked Bruce to empty his schedule for next week…” they watched her expectantly, the oldest ones through the rearview mirror, “and I’ve been thinking, if you can do that too so we can get a little vacation to the beach?”

They were totally bringing their suits.

this was supposed to be Damian centric but things just turned out like this. I haven’t been writing in a while since I was so busy with real life so this might be a tad bit boring for some nevertheless, I hope you still enjoy reading this!

p/s: i’m still not sure if i will ever find the muse to write the older requests but i’ll try to finish them!

Let it never be said that Damian Wayne does not lowkey wish for all of your attention to be on him and only on him, none with any of his ‘brothers’. (He already has to vye for your attention whenever father is around - he feels the need to assert dominance when his brothers are around). Despite having an actual mother - who is merely a mother in name and nothing but - you have somehow managed to worm your way in to his heart and settled in deep. Even if Damian has never said anything about accepting you as his ummioutright, he knows you know him well enough to decipher the things he actually means when he speaks and as much as he hates it, Damian feels flattered and grateful that you do not scorn him or even push him away.

Which is why when his brothers started coming over frequently to the manor during the week Mother’s Day is to happen, Damian finds it irksome. Not only had he caught Todd snooping around his ummi’s room, he also caught Drake trying to subtly (Damian doubts you aren’t privy to his intention - you have a way of just knowing) to ask you if there is anything you wanted. However, Damian’s biggest concern aren’t Todd or Drake - his biggest concern comes in the form of one Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson who has known you the longest and probably also knows you the best amongst all of them. It just does not sit well with Damian at all because he is the true son of Bruce Wayne therefore he should be entitled and privy to all of your love and affection. Trying to top Grayson’s present for you will be extremely hard.

“Penny for your thoughts, Young Master Damian?” Alfred asks as he pours the young master a cup of calming tea.

“Tt.My thoughts are not worth the penny.” Damian murmurs but quietly thank the older man when he places the cup of tea on the table and he furrowed his eyebrows, studying Pennyworth for a minute. “Pennyworth.”

Alfred merely looks at him, acknowledging him. “Yes, sir?”

“Other than father, you would be the next best person that knows Ummiwell, are you not?” Damian asks a tad bit haughtily. It does not sit well with him at the fact that he has to stoop this low to ask Pennyworth for help but Damian reckons that he is the lesser of the two evils - as opposed to Damian asking the rest of his brothers. “Mother’s Day is right around the corner.”

It is only due to his training that Alfred did not smile at the young master’s words immediately and he nods his head instead. He roughly knows what the young master is trying to say - after all, he had gone through the same thing with the rest of the young masters: things only happened the same way every other year. “Yes, perhaps I am.”

Damian nods his head, satisfied with his judgment and Alfred’s answer. “What would be the best gift for Ummi? One that Grayson, Todd and Drake have never given her at all.” He wonders if he can briefly consider stealing you away for some mother-son bonding but knowing the rest of his brothers, they will most likely end up crashing his time with you so Damian would rather not have that at all.

Alfred clears his throat as he begins to clear the table. “If I recall correctly, you are very well-versed in drawing, Young Master Damian. The mistress did mention briefly about how she has been wanting to update the family portrait. Perhaps that is something you can consider.” He offers and Damian stares at him for a few seconds before smirking, huffing proudly.

“Of course.”

Which is why for the next few days leaning towards Mother’s Day, you find yourself being tailed by none other than Damian Wayne. If you were any other woman, you probably would not have noticed because after all, Damian Wayne was trained as an Al Ghul first before he is a Wayne. Alas, you are you and you have had your fair shares of your sons tailing after you so you merely leave Damian be; if he had something he wanted to talk to you, you will let him come to you of his own accord. That is how things normally go when it comes to Damian.

You only found out what Damian had been up to during the scheduled dinner. To your surprise, Dick had managed to get almost everyone (with the exception of Cassie and Helena who were unfortunately off on a mission) to come for dinner to celebrate Mother’s Day, claiming that it was his present to you. “Thank you for being our Mom.” Dick informs you as he presses his lips on your temple and you smile at your son.

Jason rolls his eyes, annoyed over how he had played a part in helping Dick with his present. He hands over a bunch of wood figurines. “Made them for you; i’m not the best at it but I had time.” He mutters, almost shyly yet gruffly. You lift one of the figurines to study it and to your surprise, you see your husband staring back at you in his glorified batsuit.

“Jay, this is amazing! The details on the batsuit is down to the T.” You reach over to wrap an arm around Jason’s waist and he chuckles under his breath, trying to shrug off your compliment. “I love it, Jay. Thank you so much; you made everyone too, didn’t you?” You place the figurines back on the table and inspected the rest: true to your assumption, Jason had managed to perfectly carve everyone in the family, including Damian’s pets. Your cheeks are starting to hurt from the amount of smiling you are doing.

Tim slid a box over to you. “I cheated because I asked you what you wanted for Mother’s Day, Mom.” He tells you sheepishly and you shake your head at him, giggling at his words.

“I don’t mind, Timmy; you bought this for me. I will cherish it and wear it.” You open the box to see the necklace you had told him you had been eyeing for a while. Tim smiles at you, rubbing the back of his neck and you lean forward to give him a kiss on his forehead. “I love it, Tim.”

Tim grins at you and even helps you put on the necklace. “It really does look lovely on you, Mom.” He compliments and you smile at him.

“Tt.” Damian huffs before he stands up and makes a move to approach you. He hands over the tablet to you. “Your actual present is currently being put up as we speak but this is essentially what I am giving you.”

Your jaw drops as you stare at the tablet; a digital family portrait. “Darling, this is impressive!” You always thought you knew art but looking at Damian’s amazing drawing made you realize that you barely even knew art. The details on the drawing were on point and suddenly, it dawned on you that this was probably the reason why he had been tailing you the other day. “You said it is being put up?”

Damian smirks, proud that you seemed to enjoy his present a lot (definitely better than any of his brothers’ presents that is for sure). “Yes. I made a coloured version and have had it printed and framed. Pennyworth briefly mentioned that you have been wanting to get our family portrait updated and I have done it for you.” He states as a matter-of-factly and you place the tablet on the table before pulling your youngest son in your embrace, causing Damian to stiffen slightly - embarrassed because he cannot believe you are doing this to him right in front of his brothers - but when you did not make any move to release him, Damian relaxes in to your embrace. “Ummi, this is rather embarrassing.”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you press a kiss atop his head. Looking around, you catch Bruce’s eyes and the amount of you love you see in his eyes made you feel warm and almost touched. “Thank you so much, boys. I love each and every present; I love you. Thank you for letting me be your mom - I know I can never replace your real mothers but thank you for making me so happy and being my sons.”

“Tt.” Damian pulls his head back to stare at you pointedly. “As far as anyone of us is concerned, you are our mother and nothing will ever change that, Ummi.”