#dc x reader
MASTERLIST
So, since it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, I knew now that my masterlist wasn’t working. And since I changed the name of the blog, it was kind of expected (if you got here when it was all bush and desert, you’re a veteran and I love you as part of my family).
So I basically had to relearn how to update my blog again and update my masterlist and link to every fanfic ever posted, because apparently tumblr doesn’t do this job alone.
So here they are. Duly updated and functional. I have a separate list for Diana Prince because at the time I got a lot of requests for her, so..
Masterlist Diana Prince x reader
I also intend to update the fanfics and change the name of the reader (yes, I use a name, because Y/N hits a visual nerve of mine, besides not being practical for people who use screen reader). At the time I chose the name Angel, it had to do with the blog name and because, you know, angels are neutral and have no gender or race and I thought that way I would be including everyone and not offending anyone. However, Angel seems to be a common name in the US (in my country it’s used as a pet/nick name, like ‘honey’). I’m probably going to use a name making it up (like Atara) and I don’t know, you guys can make a petition too, I don’t know. Let me know what to do to make you happy.
Advice
Tim: What’s the best life advice you can give?
Dick: Be true to yourself. If you have to fake who you are to someone, they’re not worth it anyways.
Jason: Keep the people you care about close. You never know when something bad can happen.
Damian: Always make sure you are fully prepared for any situation.
Y/N: An apple a day keeps anyone away, if you throw it hard enough.
Waiting desperately to be saved from a kidnapping, you end up being brainwashed to be used against your own brothers.
Requestedby@flashdash626: “Hi! I’m not sure if your taking requests, so if your not then you can choose to ignore this. Anyways! I was hoping you could do a Batsis were the sister is kidnapped by a random villain, and once the boys find her its to late and she was brainwashed and was now under control of the random villain. Once they like knock her out they bring her to the cave and try to bring her memories back. After a little bit of them talking to her her mind snaps and shes back to normal and she gets all emotional”
A/N: I know how this looks, I was really inspired since I was stuck on another fic and ended up writing three parts to this I’m sorry T-T
Warning: angst, violence, swearing
Eyes fluttered closed as the sound of rails lulled her to sleep. University had been so tiring this week, having to finish a whole project by the end of the week, in which the guidelines had been given on Monday. A lot of preparation and running around in order to polish a well researched and thorough end result.
The lack of sleep, tiring long hours and accumulated stress had finally left her body as soon as she handed in the work two hours before the deadline was scheduled. To say that fatigue had taken it’s toll on her was an understatement.
For a Friday late afternoon, the train was quite empty heading towards Gotham, but then again, no one wants to go there willingly. Her eyes fluttered closed, mind numbing, it was still two stops into the city, each of which are more or less an hour long, she had time, even if it’s only a thirty minute- one hour nap at most. Too much sleep and it was disrupt – or complicate her-return-to-normal-sleep schedule.
~ I should be due at the mansion in just over two hours ~
A quick message wouldn’t hurt if there still need to be preparations.
~ Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up? ~ DG
That was quick. Smiling, (Y/N) texted her older brother back.
~ It’s okay, you’re still busy, and I’ll be back before you’ve finished your work! ~
~ But we missed you! ~ DG
~ It’s been two weeks! Besides it’s the vacation, I’ll be home for a month or so. ~
~ Fine :( ~ DG
With a chuckle, she slipped her phone back in her inside pocket. A grown ass baby.
Finally, she settled back into her seat, paying no mind to the occasional vibration of the carriage window to her head, inescapably submitting to sleep.
When she finally woke up, it was at the end of the line, the carriages were empty, doors wide open, only the occasional person walking or sitting along the platform.
Shit, the woman mentally cursed, grasping her things, and which, luckly, everything was still with her. Rushing out of the train, she scanned the screens: last train, departing in 2 hours and 30 minutes, Platform 8. The words glided along the end of the screen, in bright red dots. A disappointed sigh escaped her. At least it wasn’t late – and dark. Well, the sun was setting.
The last stop was at the outskirts of Gotham, so she was thankful that she didn’t have to cause too much trouble getting back. Despite her nap, she was still tired – just less so, and she would really enjoy getting into a comfy bed in the company of her brothers, father and butler.
A slightly irresponsible idea occurred to her. She could get home reaaaaally quickly if she wore her vigilante suit. The woman would be able to call her self-driving motorcycle and hurry to the Mansion in a record time. It was in her bag, and it’s not like it would hurt anyone.
As long as she was careful when changing, this wasn’t going to threaten the reveal of her identity.
With a smile, and making sure she held tightly onto the small bag she carried back with her, she briskly walked out of the train station, to an empty, dirty public bathroom.
Gross but will have to do.
After having scanned the toilet for any lewd hidden cameras, she hastily slipped into her costume, placing her civilian clothes back in her bag and creeping out onto the nearest rooftop. Activating her tracking device and then the automated call, she sat down on the ledge, sighing in relief as she got the notification that her motorcycle just headed out.
Now it was only a question of patience. Since nothing was happening, she lay down fully on the ledge, bag on the rooftop and arms under her head for more comfort.
Her eyes closed, this time, not falling asleep, but listening to the nearly inheart environment surrounding her.
That was until her phone vibrated. Sitting up, she reached for it, opening the message.
~ Where are you? I’m about to head home, but word is you’re not there yet. ~ DG
~ Yes, I missed the stop, called the Batcave, my ride should be here soon, sorry! ~
They must have been worried.
Before she could answer, she heard quick footsteps trailing behind her. Her head snapped back but before she could distinguish anyone, the silhouette landed a hard blow to her head, which probably was a metal pole.
“Fuck.” she cursed in pain, her unlocked phone dropping off the ledge, sliding down the roof and landing in the gutter, “who are you!?” (Y/N) yelled standing up clumsily as the side of her head ached.
“Lights out.” the unknown person grunted, lifting the pole high after dodging an attempted punch, slamming it to the back of her head. Her whole body smashed to the ground with violent force – but it’s not something she felt, as she fell into unconsciousness.
****
“Where is she?” Bruce grumbled as Dick entered the Manor, an hour and a half later than planned, and after some exhausting, useless paperwork.
“What’s happening?” he frowned, seeing Robin hurry down the stairs of the Batcave.
“(Y/N) was supposed to be due, the tracker on her motorcycle hasn’t moved and she isn’t answering her phone.” Jason geared up.
“I’m coming with you,” Dick scurried to the room with his suit, slipping into it.
“We’ll be on comms if anything comes up.” Tim nodded.
It felt like a very long ride towards the location that was given to them, even though they got there very quickly.
As Nightwing’s motorcycle stopped close to their destination, he hopped off, watching the tracker from the screen on his arm, zooming in to be able to pinpoint exactly where her last place was.
Jason jumped onto the nearest rooftop, scouting the area in case it was a trap of sorts. He frowned, seeing that the coast was clear and signalling his brother his ‘go’ card.
It must have been a good half an hour before they even found a clue – excluding her untouched motorcycle.
And it happen to make Red Hood jump out of his skin. Good thing Nightwing was still scouting the ground otherwise he would have been seriously embarrassed.
The gutter buzzed, it was utterly unnerving. Cautiously, he approached the roaring object, staring down at it as he spotted a phone. It was unlocked and vibrating widely.
Crouching down, he grasped and inspected it.
(Y/N)’s definitely. And he didn’t like where this was going. It was Damian this time, calling her – in addition to like 78 missed calls and numerous texts.
“Found her phone, she’s definitely gotten kidnapped.” The man announced nonchalantly, but his heart was beating fast. Their sister? Kidnapped at an unusually early time of the night? Hours after she got back into Gotham? Someone must have been keeping an eye out and planning.
And given the fact that nothing has come up, it might not be a usual Gotham criminal.
“We might have a problem.” Dick spoke through his comms.
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Imagine Oswald arriving in time to help you…
You were warned against shaking the tree and yet, you ignored them all and enlisted Jim Gordon’s help. It was this err in judgement that now had you limping through an abandoned parking lot.
Your hand was pressed against a hole in your jacket where blood seeped and stained. You were exhausted and all hope of being found faded with each second. As you rounded a pillar, you saw a familiar umbrella and a face that always accompanied it.
“Oswald?” You wondered. How did he know where you were? Limping over, you heard a faint crash from behind. No doubt your pursuers.
Oswald gave you a once over and pursed just lips. “It’s a good thing that Jim came to me when he did. A few hours later and there’d be a vacancy at the GCPD.”
You winced at the ache in your ribs grew. “That means Jim owes you a-“ your eyes felt heavy and legs went numb sending you crashing to the ground. Your ears were ringing and you could feel the vibrations of several footsteps on the ground.
Mustering what little strength you had, you opened your eyes for a few seconds. The thugs - the ones who had put you in this situation - were charging for you.
Your stomach tied into knots and flipped as you waited for the inevitable.
Bang!One of the men dropped to the floor.
Bang! Bang! Two more bodies fell.
It was over and you exhaled as the darkness started invading your senses. Oswald’s shoes came into view and you heard him from somewhere above.
“Jim already owes me many favours. This one’s for you to pay.”
Love and War (but mostly war): Part 2
Alone Together
Paring: damian wayne x reader (she/her pronouns mentions vaguely)
Summary: Being the partner of Damian Wayne comes with its own difficulties. Especially when you’re both hot tempered teenagers who don’t know how to talk to your crush.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, mild swearing, damian being a stubborn bitch,
A/n: as promised pt2!!! i hope you all enjoy! title banner and end banner were both made by @maysdigitalarts they are very talented and really nice so check them out!!! also this is only kinda proofread so read at your own risk 乁(•-•)ㄏ
Word count: 2.5k
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Spending spring break in Wayne manor had its ups and downs. Ups included a huge library in the south wing, delicious homemade meals every day, and the best water pressure you’d ever experienced. The downs included 9 hours of training daily, getting lost while trying to find a bathroom, and having to spend way too much time with your arch enemy.
Technically he’s not your enemy. At least he’s not supposed to be. After the fight you had last week you couldn’t be sure. You’d had fights with Damian before but this felt different. Usually after a fight he’d sulk for a few hours but then it would go back to normal, but this time it didn’t go back to normal. Damian had been avoiding you for almost 8 days.
You knew the fight ended too soon and you both had more to say but if he was going to act like a child and ignore you then you weren’t going to stop him. You still had to patrol with him but it was considerably quieter. The manor was big enough for the both of you and after a few days you’d figured out his schedule and how to get around him. Tim let you train with him, so as long as you stayed on your side of the gym and Damian stayed on his you didn’t have to interact with him at all.
It wasn’t until the 4th day of break that you had to talk to him. Bruce had to go meet with the league for the day so training ended early. You had a couple hours before dinner and decided reading would be the best use of that time. You walked down one of the many hallways lazily dragging your hand along the wall until you reached a door. You couldn’t remember exactly where you were but you were about 75% sure there was a couch in this room, so you pushed the door open.
Inside you found tall ceilings paired with dark wallpaper, a tall window with the thin white curtains pushed out of the way, and a couch. Actually it was three couches but after 4 days staying here you’d gotten used to the large amount of furniture that was there for no reason.
The couches formed a square with the open side facing the window lined wall. The first two couches were empty but when you stepped farther inside the room you saw someone sitting on the third one. Of course the one room you picked to go into also happened to be the one room Damian was sitting in. He looked up from his sketchbook and immediately frowned.
There were two options in front of you. You could back out of the room and leave him be but then you’d be backing down from something that might not even turn into a fight which made you seem weak so really you were left with only one choice. You straighten your back and closed the door behind you, officially leaving you in a room alone with Damian for the first time since the fight. You walked over to the couch facing the windows head on and sat down on the side farthest from him. He watched you the whole time but you paid him no attention, instead you simply opened your book and began reading.
You felt his eyes leave your form and you let out a quiet breath. You heard a page turn and a pencil being dragged lightly across paper. It had been over a week but nothing seemed to be getting better between you and him. Patrols were a nightmare beforehand but now that he’d switched from constant criticism to almost no comments you found that you preferred the former.
Damian’s pencil against the paper was the only sound in the room and yet the silence seemed so loud. You hated it. You hated having to avoid him all the time. You hated not being able to talk to him anymore. You hated how far away he felt even when he was right next to you. You hated that you didn’t hate him as much as you used to.
You never realized how much you talked to him until you didn’t. It was a weird feeling to miss someone when you hadn’t even known you cared about them. You honestly just wanted to apologize and let things get back to normal so as you sat there staring at your book you decided to take action. So you took a deep breath, swallowed your pride, opened your mouth, and prayed to god that something would come out.
“Look-”
“Damian-” you both spoke at the same time. “Sorry, you go first.” You apologized.
“No, you can go first.” He replied almost nervously. That couldn’t be right, he never got nervous.
“Uh I was just going to say, well I’ve been thinking lately,”
“You?” He asked sarcastically.
“Oh haha, really funny. Will you just listen for a goddamn second.” He was not making this easy. “I know we haven’t been talking much ever since, well you know and uhh.” You couldn’t find the right way to word it. You were still too stubborn to outright apologize but you knew he would never say sorry unprompted. “You’ve just seemed… off, lately and if it has something to do with me-”
“It doesn’t.” He cut you off. “I’m not ‘off’ and even if I was you definitely wouldn’t be the cause.” His expression was blank.
“Well jeez you don’t have to be so rude about it.” You sneered back at him. “What were you trying to say anyway?” So much for your apology.
“I’ve convinced father to change our partners.” His voice was flat and he seemed bored with the conversation.
“You what?” You stood up. You couldn’t believe he actually did that without talking to you first.
He stood up as well and was a few inches higher than you. “We don’t work well together, you can’t tell me you don’t agree.”
“I don’t! We’ve been a great team! Remember the Penguin pen raid or Mr. Freeze’s death ray thingy.” you exaggerated your point by waving your hands through the air. “We stopped those. Together. You can’t just go around changing things without asking me first!” You were fuming.
“Sure I can! We only stopped those villains because of what Idid,youjust got in the way.” he pointed at you.
Here we go again, the blame game. The endless cycle of ‘he did this, she did that’. You were so sick of it. “That’s bullshit and you know it. I can hold my own on the field just as well as you can. And you know what! I don’t even want to be your partner anymore.”
“Neither do I! You can go play hero with someone else while I do all the real work. I never wanted you on the team in the first place!” He stared you down and if you weren’t so fired up you’d probably be intimidated.
“God you’re so annoying! You think you’re so great and no one can even come close to you but in reality you’re exactly like the rest of us!”
What were you doing? This wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted to apologize and make things right but now here you were screaming at him again. You almost couldn’t help it. Fighting him gave you a sort of rush that you craved. It was like a drug and you were addicted to the pain. You didn’t want to fight him but it was the closest thing to a conversation you’d had in over a week and at this point it was enough to satisfy your need.
“I’m going to prove that I’m better than you. I’ll do it on my own too!” You told him.
“Go ahead and try!”
You were full on shouting at each other now and it could definitely be heard in outside of this room. “I will!” Both your heads snapped to the door when you heard a knock echo through the room.
Dick was standing at the door looking at the scene he’s found. “Woah.” He said awkwardly. He clearly didn’t know how to handle the situation he’d just stumbled on.
You grabbed your book pushed past him and into the hallway. Anger was clouding your mind so once again the fighter ended too soon.
Damian watched you walk out before turning around and groaning. “I can’t believe her,” he muttered to himself. “She is insufferable, inexperienced, beautiful annoying, piece of worki have evermet.”
“You think she’s beautiful?” Dick asked, a slight smirk on his face. It probably wasn’t the best choice of words.
He looked back at him with an almost offended expression. “What? that’s ridiculous! I- No I don’t!”
“Well that’s what you said sooo,”
“You’re hearing things Grayson,” Damian defended. “I would never say that out loud.”
“Oh of course never out loud, just in your hea-”
“SHUT UP,”
You spent the rest of the day hiding in the guest room. You planned on staying there forever and letting yourself fade out of existence but alas, you still had patrol. Of course Bruce was gone so you couldn’t really ask for a night off and you couldn’t go off on your own since you were still technically new to crime fighting. So Damian was your only option. ‘Fuck’
You went down to the cave and suited up without so much as making eye contact with him. You could totally keep this up for the next few hours, you wouldn’t get very much done but you wouldn’t have to talk to him so that was a bonus.
You had set up shop on some random rooftop near crime alley before hearing reports of multiple gun shots over the police scanners and you both rushed to commotion. Usually you’d survey the scene but that required communication with your partner so instead you wasted no time and jumped into action. That was a mistake.
You had no idea that you were jumping right into a fire fight and you had no idea that they were expecting you, which led you right into their trap. Fantastic. After a grueling fight and metal chair to the back of your head you were knocked out
When you came too you found yourself in a small darkish room that kind of looked like the inside of a shipping crate. The floors were cold underneath your now gloveless hands as you pushed yourself into a sitting position. The only light in the room was coming in from a thin crack along one side which you assumed was the door.
Squinting through the darkness you saw Damian sitting on the opposite side of the room from the light. You picked your head up a little too fast and became violently aware of your splitting headache. “Ow, what happened?”
“We’ve been captured.” He answered flatly.
“Oh really, smartass? I hadn’t noticed.” You sneered back at him while standing up and heading towards the door.
“Ask dumb question get dumb answers.” He shrugged and copied your movements but stopped a few feet away. “And it’s locked, I’ve already tried everything.”
You rolled your eyes and felt around the door, trying to get a feel for mechanics. “Can you shut up, maybe it doesn’t hurt to try again.” Finally you realized that it didn’t have any internal locking systems and the only way to unlock it was from the outside. “Dammit.” You cursed and hit the steel wall which hurt a lot more than you thought it would. “Shit,” You shook your hand.
“Well that was just stupid,” Damian scoffed at you, taking your hand to examine it. He always did that sort of thing on patrol so you didn’t pull away or even really register what he was doing. It was just sorta normal for the two of you to look after each other’s wounds.
“Oh I’m sorry, is my frustration not smart enough for you?” you sneered back. “At least I’m trying something.” You looked around the small dark room, determined to not look him in the eyes.
“I told you I already tried everything. You were out for a while, I was wor-” He released your hand and cut himself off. “You definitely bruised it but you’ll be fine.” Was he about to say he was worried about you? That was definitely not the kind of thing he vocalized.
You reluctantly thanked him and began pacing slightly trying to think of something else to try. “Ok so how do we get out? Can’t you use those ninja skills you’re so proud of and like… kick it down, or explode the lock or something?” You watched him walk to the back of the box and sit down on the floor.
“Well if you’d taken a moment to actually think you’d notice that outside that door there’s about 20 armed guards, and inside this box there’s one highly trained assassin and one amuture. Neither of which have their utility belts. But I have a plan so will you just sit down?” said motioning towards a spot near him, or at least you though you did your eyes still weren’t quite adjusted to the lighting yet.
He was right, the odds were not in your favor. Even if you could get out you wouldn’t make it very far. “I am not an amuture.” You said pointedly while walking to a side wall and sitting down. “And I’m sitting down because I want to, not because you told me to. And what’s this plan your so sure of?”
“As soon as you went down i knew we’d lost so i sent out a signal. They took our belts somewhere else so the team will go there first and then have to find us but it won’t take too much longer now.” He explained calmly, actually this was the calmest you’d talked to each other in a while. It was nice, refreshing.
“Oh so you’re saying without me you couldn’t take on a few no name thugs? Interesting coming from the boy who claims he doesn’t need me.” You smirked at him, for some reason he was having a really time with his word choice today.
“Oh please you were would have been killed if i hadn’t lay them take me. And Batman would be pissed if he came back to one of his protégés dead.” He countered, rolling his eyes at your accusations. Clearly whoever had you didn’t want you dead otherwise they would have done it already but they probably would have banged you up a bit more. Had he really given up a fight just to save you a few bumps and bruises?
“Ah i see, and you wouldn’t have cared if i was dead?” You theorized, smugly.
“Not in the slightest.”
A/n: ahh thank y’all so much for the support so far part one got quite a bit of momentum so hopefully this part does just as well :)
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Love and war pt2 drops tonight!
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Love and War (but mostly war): Part 1
Loving Hate
Paring: damian wayne x reader (she/her pronouns mentions vaguely)
Summary: Being the partner of Damian Wayne comes with its own difficulties. Especially when you’re both hot tempered teenagers who don’t know how to talk to your crush.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, and mild swearing
A/n: Ok so this is actually a rewrite of an older fic under the same name. I really liked this prompt but i thought i could do a lot better so i decided to try. this new revised version is going to be multiple parts, enemies to lovers, slight slow burn, with a side of fluff and extra helping of angst. hopfullly this one is even better then the last one. also the support divider was made by @maysdigitalarts;)
Word count: 2.2k i’m pretty sure
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Being a superhero can be difficult. It can be even more difficult when your partner is an absolute dick. So for you being a superhero was very difficult.
You didn’t choose to be partners with Robin but as the newest Batgirl you found it came with the job. It turns out Robin was just as unhappy with this predicament as you were.
You tried to be friends with him at first, but after about 2 weeks you realized you weren’t getting anywhere and gave up. After you had proved your skills to Damian he stopped complaining about being partnered with you on patrol but he didn’t stop criticizing your every move. His comments led to more than one petty argument.
He was an asshole to you whenever he got the chance but somehow your over romantic heart decided the shit eating grin that he wore whenever he beat you at sparring was very attractive. You couldn’t help but think he secretly wasn’t so mean. Once when you got hurt on the field and he had to bandage you up before taking you back to the cave, he seemed worried and it was almost like he cared about your well being.
You remembered taking on 3 thugs and how the last one pulled a knife out of nowhere. He thrust it towards you before you could react and it sliced across your forearm. You knocked him out with a swift kick and turned to see how your partner was doing, almost forgetting about the cut. It wasn’t a terrible wound but the blood made it look a lot worse than it was.
Damian punched the last man, successfully knocking him out before looking over at you. You heard sirens in the distance and he motioned for you to follow him to the roof. You remembered the climb being painful but you didn’t want him to lecture you about being weak so you sucked it up and kept climbing.
When you had reached the roof he was already listening to the police scanner, looking for your next hit. You had walked over to him and sat on the ledge with your back facing the street. You examined the cut and tried not to make any noise. That’s when Damian looked up and saw your blood covered arm. You were surprised at how quickly he rushed to your side and pulled out a bat-aid kit.
“When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt? How deep is it?” He had bombarded you with questions while wiping off some of the blood.
“I’m fine, it’s nothing. Just a scratch.” You smiled unconvincingly and winced when his gloved hand passed over a particularly painful spot.
“Don’t lie to me. I can tell when you are.” He didn’t look up at you or stop but he was more gentle after that.
“Oh? What’s this? Could it be the one and only Robin is worried, about me?” You had exaggerated shock in your voice.
“TT of course not,” He replied stiffly, finally glaring up at you. “I’d just prefer it if my partner didn’t pass out from blood loss.” You remembered the pain of the cleaning alcohol on the fresh wound. You had hissed slightly at the feeling but sucked in your breath to avoid any further embarrassment. “There, you’ll live but from now you don’t hide things from me. Got it?”
That was almost 2 weeks ago but the memory was still clear in your mind. Ever since then you noticed Damian checking on you more often. For a short time you thought this was finally the beginning of a possible friendship but eventually brushed it off as him thinking you were weak or something like that. It seemed a bit more on brand after all.
Today had been pretty shitty to begin with so patrol was pretty much a guaranteed nightmare. Your bus was late so you didn’t get home on time and then you had a mountain of homework to do. Studying had been pushed to the back burner ever since you had started officially working with Batman so you had fallen a bit behind on schoolwork and it was all catching up to you.
Damian had some intel about a drug deal so you both decided to have a mini stakeout and see who showed up. He told you to be there by 10 but you lost track of time and didn’t end up arriving until well after 10:30. This provoked a very boring lecture about time management that you were definitely not in the mood for.
The drug deal went down as expected and you and Damian jumped in to round up the bad guys. It was going fine until one of them slipped past you and managed to escape.
“Damnit!” You exclaimed as the back door swung shut. “I’ll get him!”
“No, don’t!” Damian yelled after you but you didn’t listen. You heard him curse and something that sounded like a batarang hitting a wall before the noises blended together and eventually faded.
The man was fast and you were about a block away from the fight when you finally caught up to him. “Gotcha now, asshole.” You smirked as he was backed into an alleyway with no way out. He smirked back and knocked on the door next to him. 11 more thugs emerged and you realized just how bad you had messed up. “Oh you’ve got to be shitting me.” You muttered under your breath while backing up ever so slightly.
One of the men spoke up. “Aw what’s the matter little girl? Don’t tell me you’re scared.” He laughed and others joined him. You let him take a few more steps so he was within your range before grabbing a batarang from your belt and throwing it at him.
He was caught by surprise and had to swerve to avoid the sharp tool. This was exactly the reaction you’d hoped for and gave you time to lunge and land a solid hit to his stomach. He fell back into two of the thugs with a grunt. A man a bit more to your left shouted some profanities at you before charging. You dodged and he ran right into a dumpster, effectively knocking him out.
“2 down, 10 more to go. So who’s next?” You said boldly, despite the odds being very much not in your favor. 3 men launched at you from different angles and you dodged but the move forced you deeper into the alley so there were now 4 men in between you and the exit. “Well shit.” That’s when your knight in shining armor showed up to save the day.
“Well shit times 2,” You muttered.
Damian hit harder than normal and you knew it was because you’d run off without him. Usually he’d wait until you got back to the cave to lecture you but today he didn’t seem as patient. “I told you!” Punch. “Not to!” Dodge. “Chase him!” Kick.
“This might come as a shock,” You grabbed an old book from the trash and threw it at someone. “But I don’t take orders from you.”
“You don’t take orders from anyone apparently.” He sounded angry. Really angry. He started ranting something in a language you didn’t quite understand but you had a pretty good guess as to what he was saying.
It took about 10 minutes to knock out the rest of the men and tie them to a street lamp. You had alerted the police and could hear sirens in the distance which meant it was time to go. You turned around and saw Damian was already climbing to the rooftop.
“Where are we going now?” You asked once you’d reached the rooftop as well. You were hoping to brawl with a few more thugs before the night was over. Fighting always helped you relieve stress and right now you have a lot of stress to relieve.
“We’re going to the cave.” He replied simply walking fast and not stopping to let you catch up.
“What? Already? It’s only like midnight. I’m sure there’s some more douche bags that need to be caught.” You knew he was mad at you but cutting a patrol short? He’d only ever done that once or twice in extreme situations. He didn’t respond but instead jumped down off the roof into an alleyway where his motorcycle was waiting. You assumed he’d called it there while he was walking.
“Go back to the cave. I’ll meet you there.” He finally spoke, before speeding off and leaving you alone.
You watched his silhouette disappear down the street and let out a loud groan. “Great, now I get chewed out for trying to stop the bad guy,” You grumbled. “This is definitely not what I wanted to do tonight.” You called your motorcycle to you and it showed up a minute later. You hoped on and headed to the cave, already trying to think up good arguments for the conversation that you knew was coming.
Once you pulled into the cave you parked your bike. You saw Damian was leaning his back against the medical table and he had his arms crossed over his chest. His mask was off and you could see the anger in his eyes as they watched you hop off your bike. Dick, Jason, and Tim were standing nearby but you didn’t pay them much attention. You walked up to Damian who glared at you but didn’t say anything
You’d done the whole “Silently stare each other down until the other person says something” thing a few times but today you didn’t have the patience to try and wait him out. You took off your mask so that your eyes could met his. “Look, I know you’re a little upset with me-”
“A little upset?” He cut you off, pushing himself off the table and taking a step towards you “I’m pissed!” 3 heads from across the room turned towards the brewing fight. “I specifically told you not to chase him.”
“That’s why you ended the patrol?” You asked in disbelief. “Because I did something you didn’t want me to?”
“You ran off on your own. That’s not ok.” He stepped closer again and you were forced to tilt your head up slightly to maintain his gaze.
“Oh please you run off on your “Lone wolf” bullshit all the time.” You saw the other boys getting up out of the corner of your eye but still didn’t acknowledge them.
“That’s different.” He seethed with anger and you still couldn’t understand why but at this point it didn’t matter to you. You had bottled up almost all your harsh feelings towards him and it was finally spilling over. All the times he’d sneered at you or told you to give up on being a hero were flooding back and fueling the anger in the pit of your stomach.
“Because you’re better than me right? Because you’re the one and only Damian Wayne, son of Batman and the greatest goddamn Robin to walk the earth!” You raised your voice letting sarcasm steer your words. “You’re mad because I don’t take orders from you and your over sized ego can’t handle that.”
“I’m mad because I can’t trust you!” He shot back, raising his voice to match yours. “We’re supposed to be partners but you’re too stubborn and immature to listen to me. This isn’t just about tonight and you know it. I can’t do what needs to be done if I’m too busy trying to make sure you don’t get killed.” There it was again. The ghost of concern buried deep under his tone.
“I can take care of myself just fine. I don’t need you to save me like I’m some damsels in distress.”
“Really? Because I had to save you tonight!” This made you furious. You went to respond but a black and blue gloved hand had already found its way over your mouth. You hadn’t even realized how close you were to Damian until Dick was pushing the two of you apart. And you two had been pretty damn close.
“That’s enough!” Dick exclaimed, sounding very annoyed. “You’re supposed to be a team and instead you two have been at each other’s throats ever since you were paired up.”
“It’s all her fault-” Damian started but was cut off.
“First of all, I’m not done yet. Secondly you’re both to blame,” Dick said pointedly. “We’re all sick of your bickering so if you don’t figure out how to get along we’re taking matters into our own hands.” he nodded at Jason and Tim.
Tim was sitting on the table that Damian had been leaning on when you arrived and he, unsurprisingly, had a cup of coffee in his hand. Jason was standing next to Tim with a look of slight amusement.
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“At best,”Jason spoke up. “we get you couples therapy. At worst, we lock you two in a room and take bets on who kills who.”
“That’s not true,” Dick interrupted again. “We’re not taking any bets,” he corrected.
“You’re not but me and Tim already have a pot going. Alfreds in on it and I’m pretty sure Bruce wants to join too.” Jason looked at you and winked. “My moneys on you sweetheart.”
A/n: and so it begins dun dun duuunnnn anywho if you’d like to be tagged in up coming parts reply here i should be posting updates regularly and i wouldn’t want anyone to miss them :)
ladies and gentlefolk
I’ve been gone for a while. Obviously. Howeverin my hiatus i’ve learned some things
- I really really love writing fan fics
- I really really miss writing fan fics
- My inbox ate all my old asks so i can’t write anything because i no longer have requests -_-
- Bonus: i want to expand
Literally every request i had is completely gone. i have one or two in drafts but beyond that nothing which really sucks
also by expand i mean more fandoms *jazz hands* i’ve only written for DC so far but i think more could be fun so i’m making this a multi fandom blog. i’ll tag everything with its respective fandom so if you follow me for something specific you can go through the tags for it :)
some fandoms i’m willing to write for include (but are not limited to) (all x reader btw i forgot to specify that)
- DC Comics(duh)
- Marvel Comics(Including Daredevil and Jessica Jones i haven’t watched it all but i’m getting there) (oh and tasm!peter) (and x-men (
first class charles has a choke hold on me)) Voltron(i will accept no judgment this one tik tok accout has violently dragged me back into this fandom)- OHArcane i watched that it’s really good
- Lost in Space (the Netflix reboot is a very fun watch i highly recommend)
- Star Trek (Kelvin timeline)
- I’m rereading Percy Jackson so stay tuned for that
- istg i’m in more fandoms but i can’t think of it rn i’ll probably add to this list later
so yeah if you want to request the specifics are right here
in desperate need of hurt/comfort prompts
please and thank you
i want to write before my family makes me lose my mind
i’m rewatching gotham and feel the need to write for it
pls send x reader asks
also im not dead surprise surprise
y/n: [runs worriedly into the room]
y/n: what did you d O?
damian: no one died
y/n: WHAT KIND OF AN ANSWER IS THAT??
y/n: what are all these dead bodies doing here?
Jason, cleaning his guns: honestly, not much
tim: why are you smiling
jason: am i not aloud to smile?
dick: bruce fell over outside.
jason: can you tuck me in?
bruce:
bruce: you handed me a shovel
jason: yeah, just spread the dirt as evenly as you can
y/n: did you even sleep last night?
tim: i got a solid.. 8 minutes
y/n:
tim:well
tim: not consecutively, but i’m fine
tim: there’s only three of you right now
damian: i hate you with every inch of my body
jason:
jason: that’s not many inches
superman, to batman and nightwing: i love the whole “good cop / bad cop” thing you have going on
nightwing: it isn’t a thing. i’m nice and that’s his default setting
y/n: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE !!!!!!
y/n: *aggressively throwing water bottles*
tim: uh,, um-
jason: they’re aggressively caring for us.
y/n: *walking towards them* I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU !!
dick, in tears: it’s working.
Jason: All in all, a 100% successful trip.
Dick: We lost Tim!
Jason: All in all, a 100% successful trip.
tim, sleep deprived and on his 5th cup of coffee at 8am: onion rings are just vegetable doughnuts
dick, used to this: uh huh
tim: lasagna is spaghetti flavoured cake
dick:
tim: lobsters are mermaids to scorpions
dick, on the verge of tears:stop-
jason: please continue
