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hey y’all, sorry for the delay on part 3 this past week I got way sick and then my school glitched out and my GPA got fucked and pretty much it’s been a shitty time buuuut i’m working on it and it should be out soon along with some other unrelated fics that are in the works :)
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Love and War (but mostly war): Part 2
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 I did, you just 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 work i have ever met.”
“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 (but mostly war): Part 2
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 I did, you just 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 work i have ever met.”
“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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Can you PLEASE do Damian Wayne with 2,4, or 5?
dearest anon i would love to add this request to my to do list but i’m not totally sure which section you got those prompts from 😬 this list has a fluff, angst, and neutral section that have prompts 2, 4, and 5 so i was just wondering which of those you wanted
AHHH THANK YOU!!!!!!
literally they’re perfect (and just the motivation i need for pt2!!) thank you again so much 💚💚💚
Hi! first of all i just love your art it is v pretty
second i was wondering if you could make a banner for my ongoing series i just started? It’s called “Love and War” and it’s a Damian Wayne x reader, if you’re up for it the colors i was thinking of were a lighter green with black text maybe (i’d give you credit of course)
idk if that’s to vague or if you’re just not up for it which is totally fine feel free to completely ignore :)
Hello! I am SO sorry this took so long to post for you! I am just catching up on some things outside of art. :) I made you a few options and you of course don't have to use these at all! I really hope you like them! And if you want something simpler, just let me know:)
And if they are not working, I will send them in a different way:)
oh for sure that makes the most sense
Paring: damian wayne x batgirl!reader (batgirl for now)
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 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: 1.5k i’m pretty sure
Part 1/?: next part- coming soon (i swear)
Also in desperate need of requests:) info on that here
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 :)
definitely has something to do with me falling off the face of the earth and straight up not posted for almost a year… or maybe it was climate changes fault
Paring: damian wayne x batgirl!reader (batgirl for now)
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 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: 1.5k i’m pretty sure
Part 1/?: next part- coming soon (i swear)
Also in desperate need of requests:) info on that here
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 :)
it’s literally my favorite trope ever i’m so excited to write it :)
i’ll add you to the tag list!
Paring: damian wayne x batgirl!reader (batgirl for now)
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 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: 1.5k i’m pretty sure
Part 1/?: next part- coming soon (i swear)
Also in desperate need of requests:) info on that here
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 :)
Love and War (but mostly war): Part 1
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
Part 1/?: part one — part two — next part
Also in desperate need of requests:) info on that here
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.”
Part 2
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 :)
genuinely the funniest thing i’ve read all week
Jason Todd: You know what they say: go big or go home!
Bruce Wayne, sobbing: I'm begging you, Jason, for once in your life, PLEASE go home
Jason: *whispering* I'm going big
ladies and gentlefolk
I’ve been gone for a while. Obviously. However in 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)
OH Arcane 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
Guys
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IM TOO BUSY READING IT TO PUT ANY MORE INFORMATION BUT SERIOUSLY GUYS ITS SO PRETTY
the pfp is cursed but the art beautiful
they’re a little shy sometimes
Hi! I just wanted to ask you how you were doing, also to tell you I love your writing, and that you’re amazing ☺️
Hi! I'm actually doing pretty well how about you?
ngl i saw this in my inbox and deadass opened google docs to write for the first time a way too long amount of time❤️🩹🥰 y’all support means the world to me
and speaking of my crippling writers block i was hoping you guys could let me know who you want to see next
ive got lots of damian asks in my inbox as well as Love and war (im working on it a swear) 💚 i think i have a few jason asks❤️ and one or two tim ones💛
theres a couple other charater requests as well if you want to see more then just the batboys
rip dick 💙i have maybe one request for him
For the ask thingy, 70 & 71 ??
Btw love your fics 💞
aw tysm 💚
70: all of them. all of the robins. all of the teen titans. superboy. peter parker. an absurd amount of animated/anime boys. fucking any character played by dylan o’brian
71: oh geez i don’t even know umm i feel like Luz from The Owl House is pretty similar to me but my family likes to say i’m just like MJ from the MCU so do with that information what you will
(ask thingy)
Soo I want to request something but like I haven’t requested anything ever and I really have no idea what exactly I want :// can I send a request with like just the prompts and characters orrr what ahha (sorry I’m really awkward 🤠)
hiya babe, you’re totally fine lol if you don’t have anything really specific you can totally just send a character and a prompt or two and like angst or fluff and whatnot
just go ham i guess it’s your request so as long as it doesn’t cross any of my boundaries (stated on my profile somewhere) ask for whatever you want :)
when are you gonna post another dami fic?
hopefully illl put out a dami fic by this weekend 💚
if you have anything specific you’re looking for though don’t be afraid to send an ask for it ;)
back from the dead for a few days!
hopefully i’ll get some fics done this week but for now here’s a little get to know me thingy
Asks, because why not?
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1. Name
2. Nationality
3. Age
4. Birthday
5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign)
6. Gender
7. Sexuality
8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself)
9. What do you/did you study?
10. What's your current job like?/What job would you like to have?
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11. Your birth order
12. How many siblings do you have?
13. Do you have good relations with your family?
14. How many friends do you have?
15. Your relationship status
16. What do you look for in a SO?
17. Do you have a crush?
18. When did you have your first kiss?
19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands?
20. What are your deal breakers?
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21. How was your day?
22. Favourite food & drink
23. What position do you sleep in?
24. What was your last dream about?
25. Your fears
26. Your dreams
27. Your goals
28. Any pets?
29. What are your hobbies?
30. Any cool places in your area?
31. What was your last awkward situation?
32. What is your last regret?
33. Language/s you can speak
34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.)
35. Have any quirks?
36. Your pet peeves
37. Ideal vacation
38. Any scars?
39. What does your last text message say?
40. Last 5 things from your search history
41. What's your [device] background?
42. What do you daydream about?
43. Describe your dream home
44. What's your religion/Your thought about religion
45. Your personality type
46. The most dangerous thing you've done
47. Are you happy with your current life?
48. Some things you've tried in your life
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49. What does your wardrobe consist of?
50. Favourite colour to wear?
51. How would you describe your style?
52. Are you happy with your current looks?
53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be?
54. Any tattoos or piercings?
55. Do you get complimented often?
56. Favourite aesthetic?
57. A popular trend that you dislike
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58. Songs you're currently obsessed with?
59. Song you normally wouldn't admit you like.
60. Favourite genre?
61. Favourite artist/band/genre?
62. Hated popular songs/artists?
63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5
64. Can you sing or play any instruments?
65. Do you like karaoke?
66. Own any albums?
67. Do you listen to radio? What stations?
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68. Favourite movie/series?
69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc
70. Your fictional crush/es
71. Which fictional character is you?
72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so
73. Favourite greek god?
74. A legend from where you live that you like
75. Do you like art? What's your favourite work or artist?
76. Can you share your other social media?
77. Favourite youtubers?
78. Favourite platform?
79. How much time do you spend on the internet?
80. What video games have you played? Which one's your favourite?
81. Your favourite books (manga also counts)
82. Do you play board/card games?
83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema?
84. Favourite holiday
85. Are you into dramas?
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86. Would you use death note, if you had one?
87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to?
88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse?
89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be?
90. What would you want to happen to you after your death?
91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick?
92. Who would you switch your life with for a week?
93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo
94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true
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95. Cold or hot?
96. Be a hero or be a villain?
97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme?
98. Shapeshifting or controlling time?
99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?
100. ..... or .....?
you asked for an angst ask, is this enough angst for you?
so basically tim drake x reader where the reader is an vigilante who dies in tim’s arms 😌
Paring: Tim Drake x reader
Prompt: Prompt list ᜊ14-“Let. Me. Go.” “You know i can’t.”
Summery: When a mission goes wrong and your severely injured there’s nothing Tim can do to save you
Warnings: blood and gore, major character death, description of large wound, lots of blood, read at your own risk
A/N: i’ve been gone awhile but look i made you some content (Masterlist) i’m pretty sure i’m missing something but i can’t figure out what so if looks different from my other fics let me know
Word count: 2k
Too Little, Too Late
You were never supposed to be there. He warned you not to come but you never really listened to him anyway. He should have known it would take more to stop you.
It all started with the new drug going around. It gave the ultimate high with twice the mortality rate of any normal pill. Bodies were dropping quick and you wanted to do something about it. The plan was simple, first figure out where the drugs were coming from and second, stop it. Simple enough.
The only problem with your plan is that you were currently benched from the crime fighting scene. Apparently Batman's not a fan of teenage heroes who aren't the best at following orders, which was ironic considering how many he knew that fit that exact description. If you could just prove to him how good you were in the field he would let you fight. Right?
"You're not coming." Tim appeared at the door of your room. Of course he had already guessed your plan.
"Oh yeah? Who's gonna stop me," You shot back, stuffing your gear into a backpack. You still couldn't believe he was taking Bruce's side on this, he was supposed to be your wingman.
"This isn't safe," He stepped into the room. "It's not a game, there are consequences in the field."
"I know that Tim. I also know that I can save lives out there. I'm not some damsel in distress and I just need to prove it to him," You turned towards Tim with pleading eyes. He could stop you if he really wanted. You both knew it so your only option was to convince him not to.
He sighed and closed his eyes for a second before smiling slightly at you. "You're not gonna listen to anything i say are you?"
"You know me so well," You smiled innocently back at him. He would never be happy with your choice to fight but he wasn't going to get in your way which was more than enough for you.
"Alright, you win. I won't tell him you're coming but when he inevitably gets mad at you I'm not backing you up. Deal?" He stretched out his arm.
"Deal." You shook his hand with a wide grin on your face. Tim had been your best friend for years and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to be more than that. He was your whole world, the reason you became a vigilante. You would do anything for him no matter how dangerous or scary because you knew he would do the same for you.
That night, as promised, Tim didn't tell Bruce about your plan to upstage his raid. You got there earlier than them and found a comfortable spot on the adjacent roof to watch from. The drug runners had a 25 man operation, all of which were carrying some heavy duty guns and clearly didn't skip arm day.
"8 on the left side, 6 on the right. 2 guys by the door, 8 pacing and 1 giving orders. If I slip in through the back and work my way forward I should be able to get by. Plus if batsy gets here when he said he would i'll only be on my own for about 10 minutes. Oh yeah, it's all coming together," You smirked to yourself putting down your binoculars.
Of course you knew you couldn't take them all but that wasn't the point. All you needed to do was prove your skills for a short amount of time. Simple, easy, foolproof.
You slipped off the roof and made your way around the building. The lock to the back door was easy enough to pick and you snuck inside unnoticed. The first 8 men were boxing up the drugs and the next 8 were carrying them to the trucks while the 6 were loading the crates onto the trucks.
Ducking behind one of the crates you prepared yourself for the brewing fight. You peaked over the edge to get one last look at the men when something caught your eye. Inside the box, underneath a large batch of the drugs was something that looked like a bluish sort of metal that definitely wasn't pills. You quietly pushed the pills over and saw underneath were at least 10 very big, very scary, and very not earth originated guns.
"Holy alien gun smugglers Batman," you mouthed the classic Robin catchphrase in disbelief. "They've got a crime ring, inside of a crime ring-" you ducked back behind the box. "That's genius! Why didn't I think of that," you muttered a bit too loud. The man closest to you stopped what he was doing and listened.
You held your hand over your mouth to mask the sound of your breathing. If he saw you all hell would break loose and you'd probably be shot long before you could get away. The plan wasn't exactly going how you wanted and on top of that Batman was early. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the familiar pointy shadow pass over head.
"oh fuck me," you groaned and jumped out from behind the crate to kick the gun from the mans hand. This was just the distraction Bruce needed to jump down and scare the shit out of everyone.
"Oh hey Batman. Fancy seeing you here." You called across the room while dodging a punch. The cheery upbeat comments during an intense fight were always your favorite part of the job because of the looks your opponents gave you. Whenever you brought out the vaguely threatening yet happy voice Tim would laugh and that made you laugh so it was a win-win situation for everyone.
"We'll talk about that later!" Bruce glared at you for a moment before returning to the fight.
The truck, which had almost every box loaded on it already, turned on and started to pull away with 7 people inside. Batman jumped on the back just before it could accelerate all the way. He was whisked away leaving you and Tim to finish up here. "Well that was rude, he could have-gagh hey watch it- at least said goodbye," You interrupted yourself when one man swung his knife towards you.
"You're lucky he didn't chew you out on the spot!" Tim called back while fighting off his own group of lackeys.
You dodged and punched and kicked but in your distraction you didn't notice one man go for the leftover boxes and pull out one of the shiny alien guns. He clearly didn't know what he was doing and started pressing buttons at random. The gun went off and a blast hit the wall shaking the whole building. Then he pointed the weapon at Tim and fired.
He didn't see it. He didn't know it was coming and he couldn't stop it but you could. You just needed to get to him before it did. Your legs moved on instinct well before your mind could do anything. You watched the blast in slow motion like a scene in a movie. You called to him and he turned but it wasn't enough to avoid the shot.
Gloved hands collided with the yellow emblem on his chest and you pushed. You saw the light of the blast reflecting in his mask. One second you were watching Tim fall down in front of you and the next you couldn't see anything at all. The steering pain ripped into your side and threw you into a wall.
The shock left you paralyzed on the ground gasping for air. You tried to move but the pain only got worse. You heard Tim yell for you but you didn't have the strength to do anything about it. He kicked the gun out of the man's hands and hit him over the head. The last two men used the opportunity to run out of the building.
Blood was pooling underneath you, soaking into your uniform and staining your skin. Tim sent a distress signal and rushed over to you. He knelt beside you and gently turned you towards him with a panicked expression across his face.
"You're okay, alright you're gonna be fine." The words tumbled out in a rush. Clearly he was trying to sound calm but he couldn't control the rising fear in his voice. He looked down at the bloody wound trying to gauge the damage.
You finally got somewhat control over your breathing, enough to talk at least. "I probably, fuc- can't donate my k-kidney after this, can I?" You laughed slightly before hissing in pain.
"Well your humor is unscathed I see," Tim riflled through his utility belt and brought out a few small pills. Pain killers would do little against the massive slash that stretched around your side but until Batman got back that it was all he could do. You were losing too much blood for him to move you on his own.
"Oh please, it'll take more than this to shut my jokes down," You smiled weakly. "I mean seriously, a mystery gash-" you winced "-from a weird alien gun? Child's play, I've had paper cuts worse than this." You were rambling now and Tim knew that you rambled when you were trying to distract him from something.
It's what you'd always done. Distraction was your specialty. You could always fix things with a witty joke and the dumb smile you knew he loved. You always knew when he was upset and you always knew what to say. You always had just the right snacks in your secret stash. You always made Gotham feel like a city worth saving just because you were in it. Tim couldn't imagine a world without you.
Even now with pain taking over your mind you were trying to make him feel better.
"Red, if he doesn't get back in time-" you tried to speak but he stopped you.
"No. Don't do that, don't you dare." He didn't look in your eyes.
"Don't be stubborn."
"You're gonna be fine." He stayed focused on stopping the blood. "We'll get you back and fix you up in time for those stupid Law and Order reruns you watch at 4 am. You're not going to die now, you can't. I won't let you." His voice was breaking and shaky.
"Tim," You reached up and turned his face towards yours. You took off his mask and saw the tears that threatened to spill out of his eyes. "Let . Me. Go."
He took your mask off as well. "You know I can't."
"I don't think it's your choice anymore."
The spots lining your vision got bigger, taking over your eyes. Your mind was racing and yet you couldn't hold on to any thoughts. A weird calm came over you, you still could feel the wound but it was also sort of numb. Tim's voice was more distant. You knew he was saying something, calling to you, but the words were blurry and then they just stopped
Tim didn't remember when exactly you had died. All he remembered was the way your eyes stopped moving and your chest stilled. He knew you were gone but he still didn't move from your side. Eventually Batman came back and found him holding you. Somehow Dick ended up there as-well and the two of them managed to get Tim home.
He barely talked or ate or even moved for 4 whole days. The next thing he remembered was your funeral. It was a closed casket due to the damage your body had suffered. Bruce had organized a nice ceremony for you, it had two parts. One for your parents and friends who still wondered how someone like you had turned into the unfortunate victim of a stray bullet, and a second one for the people who knew how you really died.
Tim was the last person there after everyone had gone. People tried but no one could convince him to leave. He didn't want to leave you, he didn't want you to be alone.
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quick reblog before i start posting again :)
hello there! i’ve gained a couple follows since starting this blog but i never set up a tag list or anything so i’m doing that now 😅
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angst prompt fourteen for my previous ask 😌😌
bro i finally finished writing the angsty ass tim fic that goes with this ask but i can’t for the life of me figure out a name soooo if anyone has some good angst titles they’d want to share then i can finally post it :)
Are you going to make a part 3 to Love and War? It was super good and I’ve probably reread it like three times now because of how perfect it is 💞
Yes i’m planning on it! writers block won’t leave me alone but i’m chipping away at all my fics!
i was actually thinking of rewriting LaW a bit and making it into a proper series, the original plan was a one shot but i’ve got so many ideas now i might want to rework the pacing and have some real character development
let me know what you all want to see tho
this is a reaction pic i was making the other day lmao
tags (no pressure): @battlenix @petersparklers @foggyskeletonmakerneck @whom ever else wants to :)
photo tag game 🌸
choose one picture from ur camera roll without downloading to sum up your personality and then tag 5 ppl
thanks for the tag 💌 @i-am-i-am-obiwankenobi
no pressure tags – open tag 💌 whoever sees this
this is everything my mentality is all the time
he’s BI. it’s confirmed guys.
Oh, and happy gaypocalypse season!
it’s pride month, bitch
@pleasestophoney @petersparklers @foggyskeletonmakerneck
You're being murdered. You look the killer in the eye & your last words are the last text you sent:
Kinda funny
Answer 10 questions and tag 10 people you want to get to know better.
i deleted the reblogs so it wouldn’t clog anyone’s dash but i was tagged by @battlenix
also no one else said it so i will there’s only 8 questions guys
Relationship status: currently trying to avoid a relationship rn actually
Favorite color: 🐢green🐢
3 favorite foods: Potatoes, Pho (thanks asian grandma), and Pizza (had the stick with the p theme)
Songs currently stuck in my head: INTO THE THICK OF IT.... INTO THE THICK OF IT.... INTO THE THICK OF IT.... ugh (pls understand that)
Last song listened to: Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo (literally rn)
Last thing i googled: Texas zip codes (for legal purposes this was not for scamming things)
Time: 1:53 wait wait wait....... 1:54
Dream trip: Gotham. wait no i’d get killed umm, Ireland is a close second
tagging: (no pressure tho)
@petersparklers @pleasestophoney @writingtheworks (for shits and giggles) @foggyskeletonmakerneck @angelxfics @whoever else wants to try because i need more mutually so i can actually tag people
Answer 10 questions and tag 10 people you want to get to know better.
Thank you for the tag @alex-sulli 🤍🤍🤍
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Relationship Status: Married nearly 6 years (together 12!)
Favourite Colour: Green
3 Favourite Foods: Poutine, Pizza, Scones (that I bake 😂)
Song currently stuck in my head: Good 4 U - Olivia Rodrigo (it’s literally in every other video on Tik Tok it’s been in my head for days!)
Last Song I listened to: Dancing with your ghost - Sasha Sloan
Last Thing Googled: MMA fighting (for a Triple Frontier story I’m writing)
Time: Midnight
Dream Trip: A month minimum in the UK.
Tagging these lovelies: @mermaidxatxheart @mylifeisactuallyamess @sventeen-daybreak @hoeforthefictional @foxilayde @wildmoonflower & anyone else that wants to do it! 🤍🤍🤍
ladies and gentlemen and other such distinguished guests
I would proudly like to announce that i completed nearly 3 MONTHS worth of work and turned it in with a mere 10 minutes to spare
therefore i have successfully completed the school year and i will be from now on occupying my time with fanfics, tv shows, and writing
(pls be proud of me i procrastinated for way to long but i still got it all done)
ON ANOTHER NOTE since i will have more free time moving forward pls send me any and all Nightwing/dick grayson asks you may have i am severely lacking on requests for him :) thank you babes