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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-