One Shots

Damian Wayne X Reader

Gash in your side, probably leaking blood and staining your beautiful suit.
Your body hurt, from what you had received so - not really - graciously from Jason Todd.
He held you with your arm tight behind your back, bent in a fairly painful way. Your face roughly risen by his grip on your jaw.
He faced you to the one you loved, Damian Wayne. Your best friend.
"Would you like to see her face, Robin?!" Jason growled.
"What's going on?" Bruce.- ahem, batman. - came stomping in from the noise.
You hissed as he tightened his grip on your face. It seemed harder to swallow, "Please don't do this, Jay-"
"Shut up! Your a traitor!" He may tease Damian all the time, but deep down he cares. That's what this is, his love.
"Can you handle it Damian?!" He yelled.
"Please-" Your voice cracked, tears falling from my eyes.
Damian took a step closer, eyes narrowing. Jason ripped off the mask, revealing your eyes. You slowly opened them, a stinging sensation on your face.
"Y/N..." Damian breathed out, eyes widening. You looked at him weakly.
"I'm sorry, Dami." You hung your head, Jason only letting go of your jaw.
"You- How could you?!" He yelled, his strong voice echoing off of the cave walls.
"Damian-"
"How could you!" He growled.
"I need to fight! I was raised to fight Damian, it's a stress relief, it helps me, and if I didn't have this side of myself... I'd surely be dead!" You retorted quickly.
Suicide?! Was Damian's first thought. In conclusion... She's kinda just like me...
"Please-"
"You promised." He cut you off. 
"Yes I know! But I have been doing my best to keep it!" You huffed, struggling in Jason's hold, "I didn't want to show you this way... I thought that I'd have a better chance. I've been holding back, doing my best to not get hurt because I knew you'd notice."
"Damn right I would." He crossed his arms, staring me down.
"I usually don't fight at all, just jump around and let my adrenaline run out, watch you from above... I was getting barley bruises until this guy came along!" You struggled harder, he held you tighter.
"You did this?!" Damian screeched at Jason.
"I didn't have a choice!" Jason barks back, "I had figured her out, saw her watching us. I broke into her house one night and found everything. She's a pretty good fighter if you ask me." He scoffed.
"You stalked me?!" You squirmed some more, but doubled over, crying out in pain.
"Y/N!" Damian was by my side in a second, feeling your side. "She's loosing blood father!"
Jason finally let you go and you stumbled into Damian's arms. He carried you over to a table, were Alfred suddenly appeared and helped clean the wound, giving you stitches as Damian held your hand.
By the time Bruce was done bandaging the cleaned wound, you were already half asleep. Damian carried you back upstairs into the room you had at the manor, laying you down and pulling the sheets over you.
"Damian-"
"Yes?" He looked you in the eye.
"I- It's just that, I really... Care about you, okay?"
"Ya. So do I." He whispered.

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The next morning, Damian walked into your room, just as you had finished taking a shower and changed back into more comfortable attire.
"Feeling better?" He asked.
"Well, I wouldn't say I was feeling great, but I'll manage."
He rolled his eyes, "Your so much like Grayson."
You laughed, groaning in pain after,
"M-maybe you should sit down..." Damian stuttered out.
You smiled, "I'm fine, Dami."
He sighed, walking in close to you, so close your chests were almost touching.
"I was looking forward to training with you with the swords again."
"Guess we'll have to postpone."
"Hurray!" He spoke sarcastically.
"I'd rather... Do this-" You slowly placed your lips on his, kissing him gently.
Instead of pushing you away like you feared, the fifteen year old grabbed your waist and pulled you closer.
"I can live with, this." He said against you, kissing you softly - so softly - as if you would break.
"Ahem, master Damian, master Y/N Breakfast is ready!" Alfred announced, smiling in the door way.
"How long have you been there?!" You freaked, taking your hands out of Damian's hair.
"Not long, no worries. Master Bruce would like to see you at breakfast." And he walked off.
You laughed half heartedly, fairly frightened. Damian chuckled at your reaction. "Will you, be my girlfriend? Y/N?"
We've known each other since he came to town, he was now grown and mature. Not to mention hot. His green eyes, his strong figure. His caring heart, locked inside thick walls.
Thick walls that I slipped through.
"Why yes, of course."