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Bed Save

Pairing: Bruce x F!Reader x Toddler!Damian

Summary: Damian waddles into his parents and climbs onto their bed. He tries to wake up Bruce as he stands up. He slips and was about to fall onto the ground but gets saved as Bruce catches him by the foot. Damian then wants to do it again as he sits in his father’s lap

Damian waddles into his parents room to see them still asleep. Bruce has his arm slumped against your waist. Damian grips onto the sheets before heaving himself up and lies on his stomach. He crawls towards his father before poking him. "Papa." Time to shake Bruce. "Papa."

Damian looks over to his mother shifting to lay on your side towards him and Bruce. "Papa." Damian stands up to start moving his arms and legs a bit. He loses his footing and slips off the bed.

Before he could hit the ground, something wraps around his ankle, making him hang above the ground. He gets pulled up back onto the bed with Alfred walking in with a tray. "Mister Wayne, it's time to-"

"I'm awake." Bruce cuts him off with his wife waking up and Damian in his lap. "Again! Papa, again!" Alfred nods before he puts the tray down and leaving the room. "Did Damian come in again?" you shift your head to look at your husband. "Yeah."

"Did he almost fall off the bed again?"

"Yeah." Damian crawls out of Bruce's lap and lays down in front of you. "Hi, Mama." He says before crawling under the covers and snuggling into her body. "Hi, Damian." you says back before closing your eyes. "Do I get to go back to sleep?" Bruce looks down at his wife and son. "No. You have work to do." you answer before falling back asleep completely.

Settle

Pairing: Jason x F!Reader x Baby!Damian

Summary: Jason wakes up to Damian. You’re about to get him but Jason insists and takes care of his baby brother

Little Damian’s cries and screams wakes you and Jason up at the hour of 2 in the morning.

You were about to slip out of bed, but Jason wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back into bed. “I got him, girly.” He pecks your lips.

It’s become a daily thing for you and Jason. Whenever Damian’s crying, one of you go to him. If he continues crying, then he’d probably want the other who didn’t come.

Bruce had passed away from being badly injured on a mission, so you and Jason stepped up to be Damian’s guardians.

Damian stands in his cot, his hands gripping the rails. His cheeks are pink and wet. “What’s wrong, baby brother?” Jason picks the toddler up, along with the dummie. It gets placed in Damian’s mouth.

Damian presses his cheek against Jason’s shoulder and his small hand gripping  his older brother’s collar.

“Open the door.” you heard Jason’s voice on the other side of the door. It opens to have Damian’s small face peep through before the whole thing opens to show the two.

“I guess he wanted his big brother.”

“I guess he did.” Jason agreed, moving to be on his side of the bed. He lays Damian on his chest, but the little Wayne doesn’t like that, so he stands in the small space between you and Jason to waddle to you.

You chuckle in awe at him as he puts his small hands on your stomach before heaving his body on yours and resting his head on your chest. Your finger drawing random patterns has him fall back asleep.

If it works on his older brother, then it works on this baby.

"He’s adorable.” you comment.

“When he’s not screaming.” Jason adds, lying on his side and his head against your shoulder. His comment makes you laugh sarcastically. “Just go to sleep.”

Eat

Pairing: Bruce x F!Reader x Toddler!Damian

Summary: Damian starts to shove crackers into Bruce’s mouth and continues to tell him to eat with yourself agreeing

Bruce sits down on a red chair in the lounge, sighing tiredly after finishing up a mission. Small footsteps and a plastic bag rustling makes him tilt his head to see his toddler son.

Damian sets the box of crackers next to his father before climbing up Bruce’s legs to settle on his lap. The toddler grabs the box as Bruce puts his hands up against Damian’s back to support him so he doesn’t fall off.

“Eat.” Damian shoves the box against Bruce’s chest. “No, Damian. They’re your crackers.” The small Wayne shoves the box again. “Eat.” He reaches into the box and pulls out a cracker, placing it on top of Bruce’s lips.

Bruce doesn’t see a way out, so he opens his mouth and accepts the cracker. Damian starts to pull out another a cracker and tells Bruce to do the same thing. “Thanks, but no thanks, Damian. I’ve already eaten.”

“Bullshit.” Both the Wayne’s turn their heads to see you leaning against one of the many door frames connected to the lounge from watching the two. “Daddy hasn’t eaten.” you walk towards the two and settles next to your husband and son.

Damian wiggles his way off of his father and settles on his mother’s lap. You wrap your arms around Damian and leans your chin against his demon onesie covered head. “He’s not the only one telling you to eat.”

“Who else is ther-?”

“Myself and Alfred. You and the other three boys don’t eat as much.”

“Because there’s cri-”

“Crime to be taken care of. I know. Now it’s either you eat these crackers or I’m going to cook you something real nasty.” you give him a stern look. “Whatever you try to cook, it turns out good.”

“You’ll sleep on the couch for a month. And we all know how real uncomfortable they are to sleep on.” Damian throws the box of crackers at his father’s chest. “Papa. Eat.”

Another box of crackers whacks the back of Bruce’s head. The three of them see Alfred standing with his arms at the sides of his body and a proud smirk on his face. “Your son is right, Mr. Wayne. Eat.”

More boxes of crackers get thrown at Bruce. “Why is there so many crackers?!”

Come Here

Pairing: Damian x GN!Reader

Summary: You come back from a mission and your body hurts all over. Damian helps you out by giving you cuddles

A/N: you and Damian are somewhere in the 20s for your ages

Your feet slowly carry your body into the Batcave. You take off your (helmet/mask). “How was the mission?” asked Bruce.

“Oh, I’m fine, thanks.” you say sarcastically. “It was fine.” Was all you needed to say.

You walk into your shared room with Damian.

“Hey, love.” you hear his voice. You look over to him sitting on the bean bag. “Hey, Dami.”

Stripping out of your suit, Damian sees the bruises starting top form on your back, some forming over your scars.

You were always insecure about your scars when you and Damian first started dating.

Damian told you to take your time around him. A few months after the two of you got together, you invited him to join you in the shower or in the bath and to relax in them. You also didn’t care about changing in front of him.

After stripping out of your suit, now only in your underwear, you take out one of Damian’s shirts and slipping it over your head and letting it rest against your body.

Hearing the words “Come here,” you shuffle into his lap and feeling his arms wrap around your hips. Your head rests against the side of his neck. “Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m sore, stiff and tired.” 

His hands start to move and apply pressure to where you’d usually have pains on your back, mostly on your lower back.

“When did you come back from mission?” you ask.

“A few hours ago.” He feels your hands slip under his shirt to apply pressure against a wound, making him wince at the touch. “Nothing major, baby.” He presses his lips against your head, reassuring you.

He shifts his head to look at the now-formed bruises on your lower back. He gently starts to rub it. “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.” You nod against his neck and pressing a small kiss to it. “Okay.”

DAMIAN WAYNE HEADCANONS !!!

ah, love of my life. this man right here got me years ago into learning more about the batfam and now here i am. you can say it’s kind of his fault. anyways,,, no one asked for this but my brain did. 

requests are open! hit that anon button and tell me your idea!

warnings: swearing, hadn’t been proof-read.

damian’s head is a MESS. don’t get me wrong, the guy is a little genius, but imagine the chaos of languages he has -- arab, english, chinese, i’m a hundred percent he knows russian, urdu is nanda parbat’s official language... 

because of this (^^) he just sometimes shuts down and stays silent. he can’t even think.

he loves all animals but he can’t handle insects. jason found out, and damian bribed him with a collectors special edition of classical books. nobody must know his weaknesses.

he writes in cursive, i have no clues but also no doubts.

words are difficult for him, that’s why he talks the way he does -- so professionally, like he is from another age. 

can stand tim (in small amounts) but no longer they will always have an intellectual rivalry -- it’s probably more from damian’s side rather than tim’s.

he still feels like he has to hide that he looks up to dick.

damian searched what fanfiction was. he’s scarred for life now. 

he’s straight up bored of paparazzi. he’ll go lady gaga on their ass and stare at the ones that are hidden in a bush trying to take pictures of him in secret.

also he will go full cole sprouse on the people trying to take pictures on him while he’s walking through gotham (this means he will snap pictures of the civilians before they snap a picture of him. camera duels, that’s the name)

listens to A LOT of music. everything his siblings listen to, he does too. classical music is his favorite, however. (also enjoys jazz).

taking care of his animals and his duties as robin are his favorite activities.

doesn’t understand social media, but still uses it. he’s too stubborn to admit he’s bad handling that.

too lazy to figure out how to cook, but if he tried in the slightest, he would be an amazing cook.

damian is an incredibly fast learner. it amazes the fuck out of bruce how many new things he can learn in just one day. 

he grows to be an actually very kind person, but his snarky remarks and dry humor never disappears.

likes the addams family. what a surprise.

doesn’t get horror/slasher movies. he keeps getting bored and doesn’t react to the jumpscares. jason says he is dead inside, which everyone agreed on.

they don’t know (^^) that damian is making a superhuman effort to not kick someone when the jumpscares occur because this little guy has his senses to the maximum all the time.

can’t be bothered unless someone is being ignorant or trashing about his family. he’s the only one that trashes about his family >:(

texts like a grandpa but at least he knoews what’s happening (most of the times)

like jason, damian has been kicked out of the wayne family chat numerous times.

has an elderly person soul except for when he’s fighting. then he’s a vicious little shit-

plays piano. no, i will not elaborate.

will correct your grammar in a condescending tone of voice.

“don’t patronaze me.” @ everyone.

has general knowledge about a shit ton of things. and since he doesn’t know how to properly socialize (canon) will spill those facts in order to start a conversation during galas.

has threatened the police -- 10/10 will do it again.

damian couldn’t care less about gossip but since he’s a good listener he always ends up knowing the tea about  E V E R Y T H I N G.

cocky bastard. that’s it, that’s all i’m saying.

he has no idea how to handle compliments. it still makes him freeze whenever someone says he’s cute or has pretty eyes.

“no.” (damian’s answer every time someone calls him cute).

believes in soulmates and in love at first sight, not as a superficial concept but as a ‘i’m clicking and mystically attracted to this person rewardless of their looks’.

reads A LOT.

never as much as jason, and also he doesn’t just read like narrative books -- he reads those thick books about how to do things, biographys, and studies about subjects he randomly knows about.

barely sleeps, if he ever does. 

sleep is for the weak™

(^^) proceeds to randomly fall asleep during patrols or family dinners.

acts like a brat but he actually isn’t -- it’s so complicated to explain, i hope someone just gets it.

at 17 he’s taller than dick and almost as tall as jason. suck it, @ everyone who mocked his height.

jon kent is his Best Friend™

(^^) damian told me himself.

he’s very handsome (canon lolz)

no but like, i mean, he will actually be one of those men you think ‘good fucking lord, he’s handsome’

damian thinks selina is cool.

has a lot of anger and frustration inside. it calms him down knowing jason also has problems like those because it makes him feel more... normal.

because normal is something damian would have liked to feel if he hadn’t been conceived to be perfect.

he would love six of crows -- would really like kaz brekker.

secretly enjoys the ya genre, will never admit it out loud.

speechless. damian had me in a chokehold through the whole thing.

Just One Night - Damian Wayne x Reader

request: Can you please do a fic with the tropes of fake dating and idiots in love with Damian and f!Reader please?? 2k words & and a very bold Damian Wayne. Hope you enjoy <3

"When pigs fly." you laughed.

"You know I could make that happen." Damian said with a yawn. He had asked you to accompany him through a day of press. He was under paparazzi fire for allegedly being seen with the domino mask a familiar hero was known to sport, he still claims he would never make such a mistake, the press however, says otherwise.

So in a horribly drafted redirection of attention, you got to be an arm piece to the Prince of Gotham for the day. It made sense, you two were openly close friends being the children of hugely famous Gothamites, and no stranger to the public eye, but this was a stretch.

You whined, "why are you not more upset by this? You hate these events more than I do, let alone with the added drama of a date." you watched him shift uncomfortably before replying, "father made it clear that until my name is separated from Robin, Drake is tasked with the title, and I'm benched. You know I hate to say it, but please y/n, it's just one night" and suddenly his desperate agenda became clear.

"Alright, but I come at a price," you smirked as his eyes met yours, "If we are really going to sell this, you have to be nice to me, a gentleman even, and I want McDonalds afterward, no complaints," you crossed your arms over your chest as Damian rolled his eyes at the preposition.

"Do you really think so lowly of me, my love?" he tacked on the cheesy pet name with a grimace. "Oh I certainly do," you replied with a cackle.

~

Damian's PR team had set the agenda, dinner in the public eye then off to a short appearance on a talk show announcing the non-profit both of your families were funding, and finally a short appearance at an after party for a gala, which meant a paparazzi stretch. Overall, nothing either of you haven't done, but so much more stressful with a "partner".

And just like that, you were whisked into a sleek black car, dressed in a dangerously sultry dress, set to arrive at a restaurant Damian would already have a table at, meaning the paparazzi were already en route.

As soon as the car door was opened for you, the flashes began. Pushing forward, eyes trained downward, the shouting began: "Y/n who are you wearing tonight?" "Does this count as a date?" "Damian has an empty seat, is that where you're headed?" "Any comments on your late night appearance tonight?" you managed to glance up and smile before slipping into the restaurant, quickly making your way upstairs to the balcony table where Damian sat, fiddling with silverware like a literal child.

As his eyes met yours they swept your body swiftly, something more than boredom flashing behind his eyes. Quickly he stood up, sauntering to your side he pulled your chair out for you, but not letting you sit down before pecking your cheek, his lips cold to your touch.

"At least they cannot hear what we say," he grumbled as you both sat down.

"Is it that miserable to pretend you like me?" you teased back, glancing down at the fans below.

"No, no it's not," he near whispered, his hand came to rest on yours, a gesture you felt no one could see. Your eyes met his and held his stare for a few seconds too long.

He broke eye contact by glancing at the flashing cameras below. "Are you ready for tonight?" he asked softly, letting you key into just how nervous he actually was.

"There's no one else I would do this for," you breathlessly replied, but his gaze never met yours, stuck on the hoard below.

The rest of dinner was regular, Damian already knew your order so the food came quickly, and the two of you fell into the comfortable friendship you'd always had.

~

"10 minutes to go time" your assistant called into your room as you glanced at yourself one more time in the mirror. You hated talk shows: uncomfortable clothes, questions, and all in the public eye.

Damian's voice was muffled from outside your door a minute later, "can I come in?" was all you heard, pushing the door open slightly so he could enter.

"Please don't comment about the dress, this whole thing was last minute and I did my own makeup because I absolutely hated the artist here, and-" you rambled, staring at yourself in the mirror with exhaustion.

"Y/n, you look exquisite." Damian appeared behind you, he was tall enough that his shoulders were at your head, you looked up and met his eyes, noticing his hair neatly slicked back. He looked older, handsome even. Leaning back into his chest you tilted your head back, prompting him to look down at you through thick lashes, your eyes meeting without the mirror.

"Just one night," you whispered up to him with a smile.

His hand found it's way to your hip, steadying you against him, "one night," he hummed in agreement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Damian Wayne and Y/N L/N!" applause echoed in the studio as you both walked on stage. Almost instinctually Damian stopped in front of you, his hand catching your hip, guiding you in front of him, into the chair to his left. You glanced up at him with a smile before sitting down, letting you attention fall to the host.

"What an honor to have the two of you here together! Y/n we are so excited you brought your date tonight," the host slid in the remark hoping to catch any type of reaction, but you just smiled before answering "it is so exciting to bring my partner to announce our family's non profit! This effort is such a huge step towards a brighter future for Gotham, we are so, so excited," you grinned, turning to face Damian who's eyes were trained on you.

"I noticed she said partner, how does that feel Mr. Wayne?" the host waggled his eyebrows at Damian who finally met his eyes. "It feels incredible to call our families partners, I know I speak for the Wayne family when I express how honored we are to join this program as benefactors." you bit your cheeks to withhold a smile at his question dodge.

"So you don't mind me asking if there's really nothing between the two of you?" the host leaned in, knowing eyes meeting yours. Feeling your cheeks heat up you whipped your head to Damian, eyes telling him to speak.

He simply smirked, lightly pushing a piece of fallen hair behind your ear while saying "nothing," his eyes only looking into yours. The silence had you in a chokehold, unable to look anywhere but Damian.

You knew the host was saying something cheeky in response, but you couldn't pull your eyes from Damians until he broke the electric feeling. With a cool smile he responded to the host, leaning back to place his arm on the back of your chair. His wingspan large enough that your head rested against his forearm.

The rest of the interview was a blur, you mindlessly answered questions until your 30 minute segment was up. Finally the host stood up, ready to set you free. As applause filled the room you shook the hosts hand, pausing to wait for Damian who did the same before following you out of the studio and into another black car.

"That went perfectly," Damian hummed while you looked out the darkened window to the city. The ride was short but you couldn't help but ask, "how is this, all the pretending and flirting so easy for you?" your voice cracked, raw emotion pushing through as you turned to face him.

He went quiet, strictly staring ahead as the car pulled up outside the paparazzi stretch into the after party you two had to attended. As the driver stopped the car and stepped out to get your door Damian turned to face you, his voice low and raspy like he'd been sitting on the words the entire drive there.

"You think this is just all fake? Darling, I'm not pretending."

Before you could catch your breath he stepped out of the car, flashing cameras and yelling started almost on queue. Your door opened, with Damian standing stoically outside, waiting for you. Legs damn near shaking you got out of the car, immediately clinging to his side as he led you down the carpet.

When the screeching and pleading to stop for photos got too intense Damian paused, stepping in front of the cameras to let you adjust your straps and hair, this put his face inches from yours, but this time his eyes failed to meet yours, trained only on your lips. When he fell back into place besides you his hand found its place on your hip once again, this time his thumb rubbed circles around your waist through the whole photo-op.

Once inside the cold air met your blushing cheeks, knocking a breath of fresh air into your lungs, enough to give you the confidence to drag Damian into a corner of the room.

"You think you're funny Wayne? Flirting with me all day then saying it was real? Toying with me like that? Absolutely not." you were talking animatedly with your hands while he just towered above you with a smirk.

"And what if I meant it?" Damian cocked his head to the side, smirk still plastered on his face. "Then you would've done something! Anything! You just get the chance to be with me today so take it!" you exclaimed, waving your hands in front of you.

"Ok," was all Damian said before his hands grasped either side of your face, leaning down to your height and crashing your lips to his. You threw your hands up in confusion, eyes opened wide, but his were closed, squeezed shut as if he couldn't think of anything else to do but kiss you.

And suddenly you melted, deepening the kiss as your eyes fluttered closed, hands pulling desperately on either side of his tuxedo.

Lightheaded from the aggression behind the kiss you pulled away, your chest rising and falling in unison with his. "That was something," you whispered.

"Had to take the chance," he whispered in response. Suddenly he was on the move, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the entire ballroom, out the back door, and into another car.

As he slid into the drivers seat he mumbled "I believe there was one more requirement for the night." You couldn't find the words to respond, your fingertips dancing on your lips, feeling how puffy they were from the kiss, the only reminder that it really happened.

After a short interaction with the McDonalds employee who happened to recognize both you, you were parked in an empty lot, silence grasping the car.

"Not how I thought today would go," you whispered. Damian glanced at you, eyes searching yours, "better or worse than expected?" you appreciated how blunt he was.

"I- honestly, better. Way better." you sighed, smiling to yourself while looking back on the nights events.

"As promised, it was just one night. You can hold me to that promise." Damian looked earnest, like he was saying it as much to you as himself.

You paused, deciding to test the waters. "And what if it wasn't just one night? Brunch tomorrow maybe? Movies at yours after? Maybe one week only, or a month?" you glanced in his direction, unable to contain a smile as his eyes lit up.

"Could I interest you in a lifetime?" he raised his eyebrows, frozen in waiting for your response.

"Only for a lifetime D? I'm in."

"Only for a lifetime beloved," he whispered, leaning in to seal the promise with a kiss.

Damian Wayne x Reader: slow mornings.

Words: 596

Reader pronouns: not stated (was coded as black reader since this was written with my oc in mind)

Warnings: None, just fluff. Like, a lot. Also, too short.

Edited?: Not yet, sorry.

Summary: Damian has get out of bed and workout, but you're too bewitching.

Author's note: I wrote this with my DC oc, Blake, on mind. She's black, so I guess you could find this little blurb somewhat black-coded. It accepts every type of reader, really, no skinny or hair or skin or eyes mentions, so there you go!! If you've liked it, know my requests are open w the anon option. I also mainly listened to Farewell, Neverland by TXT while writing this lol. OF COURSE, this is older!damian we're talking about.

Criticism is appreciated and request are open! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea! The list for the characters I write is HERE.

Damian always woke up before you did. His routine was rather strict, but simple if he followed it right, and he had enough discipline to follow through with it everyday. A quick breakfast, a heavy workout, a proper breakfast, a heavier and more physical workout, showering and meditation, then the rest of his day. Considering the amount of responsibilities he had as Wayne Enterprises’ VP, he had to wake up really early to fulfill his routine during work days and still arrive on time to the building. Weekends were easier, because they were slower and lacked obnoxious work meetings, and he almost never missed his workouts. Almost.

When he woke that morning, early enough for the light coming through the window to be still weak, his first impulse was to slide out of the bed — pushing the white sheets off his body. But he had barely moved in order to do that, when he noticed your arm around his torso. It made him smile slightly, lovingly, watching your hair all messy around your face, semi buried in the soft, silk pillow.

Damian had had to go to bed before you had even been able to get out of your company’s meeting. In one of the intense but short lived breaks in between your meeting, you had called him and asked not to wait for you, and out of pure exhaustion Damian had actually listened to you and gone to bed once midnight striked. So, this was the first time he was seeing you since early the morning before that.

At least you hadn’t been tired enough not to take your makeup off out of sleepiness, given now she was barefaced. Your skin shone there where the sun, shyly coming in from the barely pulled together curtains, caressed you; and Damian couldn’t help but follow with his eyes the path of happiness on it. His smile widened as his eyes moved slowly, thumb coming to caress your arm again and again and again and again. Damian knew he should have forced himself to lift from the bed more than five minutes ago, but how could he when you could bewitch him by just existing?

Damian’s fingers drew patterns everywhere he could reach, gently easing up as you awakened as you snuggled closer to him. You hid on the crook of his neck, groaning quietly when Damian tickled you slightly, but a smile blossoming on your face because God, it was hard to be mad with Damian when he was this soft. You looked even more precious now to him, as your eyes fluttered, fighting to keep them close.

“Good morning, beloved.” He whispered to your ear, ticklish enough to make you chuckle cheerfully and writhe involuntarily against his body.

You rolled to the side to face him better, but you didn’t open your eyes just yet. “I thought you had to workout today.”

“Something more important came up.”

With that, your eyes opened, glimmering sweetly — Damian’s breath almost caught on the back of your throat. He wanted to stay like this forever. “Oh, yeah?” You hummed, eyebrows up and slightly teasing. Damian just stared, knowing well you appreciated the way he would include you in his mornings from time to time, putting his discipline aside. “And what is that?”

Damian’s lip corner twisted slightly, prompting that charming grin of his. His hand came to your waist, squeezing with the right amount of strength to make you feel terribly loved and important, and then his grin twisted to a genuine smile. “Why don’t you stay and find out?”