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5 things damian wayne hates about you

synopsis ﹕ every little thing about you that irritates him, and drowning him in a feeling of helplessness.

tags. angst, hurt no comfort, character death, fighting, gn! reader, implied relationship

damian wayne, the son of the demon and the bat— the perfect heir for robin’s mantle. dark, slick hair, his eyes were sharper than the tips of it, observant and trained to the deep core. cold, blood-stained hands, that is destined to ruin you. break you down as if you were merely a glass vase. it was supposed to be that way; he swore that fate had planned it all for him in that way, and he did nothing but accept it.

he thought he knew everything like the back of his hand. given by his training from the league of assassins, the unusual intellect and maturity he possessed at such a young age, you’d think he’d have it all.

no, fate is much crueler. nobody had the right to have their happy ending, nor the right to have everything figured out. not until your “everything” was another human being.

when he met you, his hands felt warm; although bloodstained. the red blood drying into his sun-kissed skin due to the warm temperature, and you— being the ever, so perfect angel he had in his life, washed it off of him, hands ever so gentle, as if you weren’t holding a monster. that’s the first thing he hated. he hated the way you made him crave your touch with your angelic words, soft eyes— you were a blessing from the deepest depths of heavens, and he was a curse from the fiery pits of torturous hell.

your recklessness was a force of nature, barreling into situations that made damian’s heart lurch in his chest. every battle was a dance with death, every mission a gamble with your life. you fought with a ferocity that left him breathless, yet he couldn't stand the way you seemed to disregard your own safety. he hated how your recklessness drew him in, how it made him question his own methods. damian's life was one of precise calculations, and you were the unpredictable variable he couldn't account for.

and then there was your optimism, a beacon of light in his world shrouded in darkness. your unyielding belief in the goodness of people grated against damian’s cynicism. he had seen too much, endured too much, to believe in such ideals, yet you persisted. every time you looked at him with those hopeful eyes, it felt like a challenge. damian couldn’t fathom how you could hold onto hope in the face of so much despair. he hated how your optimism made him question his own worldview, how it made him long for a light he believed he could never touch.

your stubbornness was another source of frustration for damian. he prided himself on his ability to bend others to his will, to outmaneuver and outthink them. but you were a wall he couldn’t break down. your stubbornness was infuriating, a constant reminder of his own limitations. you stood your ground, unwavering in your convictions, even when they clashed with his. he hated how you made him feel powerless, how your refusal to yield forced him to confront his own flaws.

and then there was your vulnerability. you wore your heart on your sleeve, a stark contrast to damian’s carefully guarded emotions. your vulnerability was a raw, open wound, and he hated how it made him feel. it was a mirror he didn't want to look into, a reminder of the humanity he had tried so hard to suppress. he couldn't stand how your vulnerability called out to his own, how it made him want to protect you even when he knew he couldn't.

in the end, it was your departure that damian hated most. the mission had gone awry, and you had been caught in the crossfire. he had watched, helpless, as you fell, your lifeblood staining the ground. in that moment, damian felt something break inside him. the world seemed to shatter around him as he cradled your lifeless body in his arms, the reality of your loss hitting him like a freight train.

he hated you for leaving him, for showing him a world beyond the darkness, only to have it ripped away. he hated how your death left a void he couldn’t fill, a wound that wouldn’t heal. in your absence, damian realized that the things he hated most about you were the things he had come to love. and now, without you, he was left with nothing but the cold, empty shell of the life he once knew.

the streets of gotham were just as unforgiving as before, but now they seemed even darker, even more desolate. the laughter, the hope, the stubbornness, all gone. and in their place, a void that swallowed damian whole, a pain that consumed him. in the end, damian wayne hated how much he loved you, and how he couldn’t save you from the fate that had been written long before he ever knew your name.

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I am Ola Ferwana from Palestine ,Gaza. I'm a mother of 3 kids Yamen, Qusai and Mira. My husband travelled to Egypt to get medicines before 2 days of the war 7 of October on Gaza.

I faced very great challenges and responsibilities of my three children in the absence of my husband, as he had traveled and the crossing was closed and we could not see each other. The amount of suffering I was feeling cannot be described as still being in the north of Gaza.I am reaching out to you today with a heavy heart and a plea for urgent assistance. I have left my home and have been displaced more than 8 times with my children. I am living in the war_torn region of Gaza, facing unimaginable challenges, with lack of water, food scarcity, and constant threats to their safety.

This is our street of my house, the Israeli occupation damaged all the houses.

I have delivered a girl baby,Mira, through the war, She was 10 months old and my husband didn't see her until this moment.

Yaman was 7 years old, and his simplest dream was to complete the first grade at school, but his school was completely destroyed. He lost the most beautiful thing that he was happy with and enjoyed that he had reached this stage.

Qusai is 5 years old, and until this moment I do not have the courage to tell him that his kindergarten was also destroyed, the first place and refuge in which he was happy, but in this war he lost everything beautiful. He lost his father’s hug, which was his only refuge when he slept at night, telling him his daily story to fall asleep safety.

Mira, my daughter, who had never seen an hour or a moment devoid of fear, came into this world and was surprised by a war that destroyed many, many things. It destroyed her house and her room, which I was waiting for as I prepared and brought her all the beautiful clothes and colorful dresses she needed. She was surprised by the sound of missiles. She could not sleep because of it. My husband hopes to get a smile and a hug from her daughter Which he had been waiting for some time.

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The Rafah border crossing, which is the only way to escape from the war, is closed now.

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