#damian wayne reader

If you mean what's a kind of date he'd like... hmmmm.... kind of a cop out to say "anywhere with you" even if it's true.

I'll say it'll be a fun time if there's anything he can compete with you on. Like a horse race, rowing boats, bumper cars, sparring, arcade games, or trivia!

Like, that wasn't the point of the date, but a fun competition moment really makes him excited. It'll feel cute and casual between you two, but everyone else in the venue looks on in horror because you two are monsters and seeing who can throw the most axes closest to bullseye or something.

It's a win-win for Damian. If he beats you, his ego's stroked. If you win, he's only more impressed with you.

Updated: 05/04/2023

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Batfam:

Summary: Damian asks you to marry him when he catches you playing with Titus.

Requested: Yes, by the lovely @thesupernova411 "Could you do a Damian x reader fluff where the reader is playing with titus and he is watching then says he wants to marry them but doesn't mean to say it out loud. And the reader says they would love too marry him” (SO SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG)

Word Count: 677 words

Warnings: None.

You hid behind the tree, knowing Titus would play along. You could hear the soft crunching of leaves under his paws as he made his way to you slowly. You peered around the tree trunk, and the moment he saw you, Titus leaped forward, barking eagerly. Laughing, you took off towards the other side.

“Come, now, Titus. You are better than this,” you yelled over your shoulder. 

He barked for all response. And leaped, almost catching your shoulder. 

Laughing, you kept running towards the manor. It hadn’t been raining that morning, but a light drizzle had fallen overnight, making the grass slightly slippery. You’d been faring just fine in your rubber boots, but just as you made it to the first step that lead to the manor courtyard, you tripped on some mud, giving Titus the chance to jump on you.

You fell on your ass on the hard cobblestone step, but the pain was minor compared to the heavy weight of the great dane that was now licking your face and barking every other second.

“Okay, okay. You win, fair and square,” you said between giggles as you tried to push him off you. You sighed when you noticed there were muddy paw marks all over your green coat, but didn’t complain. Instead, you moved to scratch Titus behind the ears. “A prize well earned,” you said as he leaned his head forward happily, rejoicing on your soft touch.

“Marry me.”

You turned, confused. Damian was standing up the stairs, looking like he’d just stepped outside. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the cold and he wasn’t wearing a jacket or even shoes. The large glass door that lead to the manor was open behind him.  

“What?” you asked, confused.

Titus bit the edge of your coat softly, complaining over being forgotten. You went back to scratching behind his ears, but kept your eyes on Damian.

The young man seemed to have just realized what he’d said, because he blushed. Damian Wayne blushed. He scratched the back of his neck and averted his gaze, but to his credit, he didn’t turn to walk back inside the manor. Never one to back down from a fight... or a mistake.

You’d been friends for years. And something that resembled a “more than that” for about a year. But the words boyfriend or girlfriend had never left his lips, so you’d assumed he didn’t want a serious long-term relationship or simply wasn’t one for labels, and you’d never minded. You knew you were the only one in his life just like he was the only one in yours.

You were certain Damian hadn’t meant what he’d just said, but that didn’t mean you’d miss a chance to tease him about it.

“Okay. I’ll do it,” you said, trying to stop the smirk that was about to take over your lips.

He frowned. “What will you do?”

“Marry you, of course.”

His eyes widened as he let his arms drop to his sides. “Really?” he said, barely a whisper, almost impossible for you to hear with the wind rustling the few dried leaves that still clung to the trees around you. 

His gaze was so intense, so purposeful, that it stopped the laugh you’d planned on releasing. His eyes were searching yours, looking for a reaction, for an answer. You could see the tension in his shoulders and you knew. You knew he was really asking.

You thought of how his lips felt when he kissed you; how his hands would always find the perfect spots on your body to make you curl against him; how his laughter, though rare, could light up your day no matter how bad it’d been; how he would whisper sweet nothings into your hair when he thought you were asleep and call you beloved when he thought you weren’t listening. How you loved him. Even if you’d never said it. Even if he hadn’t either. 

“Yes,” you said, now certain. “I would.”

He was right in front of you in seconds, his long legs carrying him forward quickly, startling you. Before you had time to even blush, his lips crashed into yours. 

The kiss was hungry and passionate, unlike any you’d shared with him before. He let go to breathe and whispered, “I love you, beloved.”

Before you could answer, he brought your lips back between his.

You melted into him as his hands tangled in your hair and your arms hooked around his shoulders. You laughed into the kiss.

When you finally opened your eyes, Damian was smiling, his eyes bright with happiness.

@Starrwolves: OMG, I just found your Tumblr, & it gives me life! Seriously, it’s crazy good! Sry, I get really hyper sometimes, anywho I’ve been reading ships & fics, but I saw in one ship, I think it was nightrainn2’s, where you wrote they got in fights, but came up with a solution that made them stronger, could you write something about that pls with Damian & the reader. Something about that scene just makes me melt. So many of the past ships gave me ideas I know they weren’t for me ... part 1 of 2

so would it be alright if more gave me ideas that I could ask for little fics or scenarios, whatever you call it from you? Mega sry for this being such a long ask, but I had to get this all out, keep rocking it! 2 of 2

Fandom: DC / Batman

Summary: Dating a boy like Damian is a struggle. Especially when you keep secrets.  

Pairing: Damian x Reader  

Notes: So your blog was deactivated and I know I had nothing to do with that but I feel bad because I took so long to write this that you got were deactivated during that time! I’m so sorry! I hope you can somehow see this.

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Having a boyfriend who was a hero was hard. Especially when you didn’t know he was a hero.

It wasn’t like the beginnings of a relationship with Damian had been easy, to begin with. At first, you had been pretty sure he hadn’t even liked you as a person let alone have romantic feelings. Yet here you were, almost a year after prom. Going on dates and having out.

He had even kissed you a few times.

Even called you his girlfriend (that was a story for another day).

So here you were, coming up on your birthday. It was a big deal to you. Not really so much the birthday it’s self but the plan. While your parents had planned this much more “mature” idea of a birthday Damian had come up with the best idea for both of you.

First, you would start with a full breakfast in the Wayne’s private Jet while Alfred flew you guys to Disneyworld. There you guys would get as much goofy Disney shit as you could while getting line hoppers and even a backstage tour of Animal Kingdom.

You had both kept it a secret from your parents who thought you were still going to the family gathering they had planned. The whole idea had stemmed from you complaining that the LAST thing you wanted to do for your birthday was spent it with your extended family. But your parents had “guilted” you like they always did by saying that “family came first”

Damian had proclaimed that you were allowed to be selfish one day a year and demanded you to tell him what you had always wanted to do.

And that was how your plans had come about.

Really it was a joint effort stemming from the fact Damian had never known much about Disney before you. Something you had quickly cured. (His favorite princess was Jasmine).

Now Damian back to your problem. You had dealt with Damian’s disappearing before. Valentines Day, your 5th month anniversary, that time he said he was going to take you on a night time cruise across the Gotham Harbour.

He always came with flowers the next day mumbling something about family business. You always brushed it off. He came from a large well to do family, it was just part of you dating him.

But never in a million years did you think he would miss this day.

You had woken up bright and early before your parents waiting eagerly for him to come pick you up. Dressed up in your Disney gear full of butterflies of excitement.

Sitting on the couch you waited, and waited, and waited.

Until your father came down asking what on earth you were wearing and to go up and change.

You texted him.

You called him.

No response.

You couldn’t tell anyone what had happened and had to just go through the motions of your birthday with your family. Most of them ignoring you after giving you their hollow “Happy Birthday” a few nosey relatives asking about your mysterious Boyfriend. Many more interested in what college you wanted to go to.

You smiled and politely answered all the while wanting to cry.

What the hell happened.

After nothing, fulled with frustration you sent off one last text.

“I don’t know what’s going on but forget it. Don’t call and don’t bother coming back. Obviously, this relationship isn’t as serious as I thought it was.”

He knew, he knew how important this was to you. And he didn’t even bother to let you know he wasn’t coming? Forget it. Forget him.

Then turning off your phone you snuck off to be alone for a while. Hiding from all the passive aggressive comments and prying eyes. It wasn’t like anyone would really miss you anyway.

The party came and went. You watched as cars pulled away from your bedroom window. Watched the sunset, watched the moon rise. You just wanted to sleep it off but you couldn’t seem to get your body to relax. So you just laid there. Unsure what to do next.

It was well into the night, maybe even early morning when you heard your window open. Bolting up you reached for your lamp. Quickly you pulled it from the wall raising it over your head. If Gotham City had taught you anything it was smash and ask later.

“Wait, Y/N it’s me!” You froze, the light of the moon emulating Robin who stood in your window.

“I… Robin? How do you know my name?” you stuttered still unsure what to do.

“No, It’s me,” Robin said taking the mask off.

“D… Damian?”

“I… I’m sorry I missed your Birthday. I’m sorry I left you with your family alone. I… there was this gang and dad needed my help but. I tired to get out of it but they needed me.”

You stood there dumbfounded as he spoke.

“Alfred said this was it, my crossroads. I’m sorry I missed this. I know how important this was for you.”

You cut him off hugging him. Burying yourself in him. Tears you didn’t realize you had been holding forever fell from your cheeks.

“I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“No, No I love you,” Damian said taking your head in his hands, “Y/N I love you and I never want you to feel like you are not an important part of my life because you are.”

You spent the rest of the night talking. Him telling you about his mother and past, catching you up on him becoming Robin. About the missions he went on that had made him miss all those moments together. Moments he hated missing.

You told him you were there for him. You understood why he had kept this from you but you also wanted him to be honest with you from now on. You needed to know what was going on. How he was feeling.

And you came up with a plan. When his other life needed him he would just text you R. That way you knew to hang tight. You knew it wasn’t you. 

You both sat there on your bed talking until the sun came up. Just spilling all the secrets you had been holding. Talking about dreams and goals. It was as if telling you that he was Robin had opened the floodgates and he could finally really be himself. It was like a part of him that was missing you didn’t even know about was suddenly there and everything else made sense.

“So,” Damian said glancing at the morning light dancing through your window. “Disneyland?”

You laughed jumping up, “I’ll get changed and meet you outside.”

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@crazypup110 Could you do a part 2 to a good morning high school dances? Maybe this one could be in Damian's point of view as he's getting ready, being teased by his brothers, and actually going to the dance with the reader. I love things in the guys pov srry

Fandom: DC/Batman 

Summary: Damian takes you to the Prom 

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader 

Notes: Follow up to this story

Original ship for @nightrainn2  

This would have been up hours ago if my roommate hadn’t been distracting me with people she was chatting with on Match.com.

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He didn’t tell anyone. Just walked down one day in a tux.

“Well don’t you look sharp, Where are you going?” Dick asked. While he wasn’t sure what he was expecting it wasn’t what his brother said.

“Prom.”

Tim spit out his coffee choking. Bruce gently patted his son’s on his back while Dick stared slack-jawed at Damian.

“I’m sorry, I think I heard you wrong. Did you just say you were going to prom?”

“It’s whatever,” Damian said suddenly regretting this. Eyes looking anywhere but his father and brothers.

“WHAT ARE you talking about!?! Do you have a date? Who is she? Or he, there is no judgment little bird.” Yep, definitely regretted saying anything. Why hadn’t he lied? Maybe just used one of those zingers that he was known so well for. Anything but the truth… yet the truth just kept coming.

“She and…”

“She’s here,” Alfred said from the entryway. Damian turned just as the butler took a step to the side to show you off.

Damian felt his heart stop.

There you stood in a beautiful A-line blue dress. The shade went perfectly with your hair and hugged every curve just right. The way your eyes light up by the lights (and maybe your own nerves) just seemed to complete the whole picture in front of him.  Damian had always thought you were a pretty girl but… suddenly he couldn’t breathe.  

What was this feeling?

“Pictures!” Dick cried pushing Damian toward you phone all ready. Behind him, Tim mumbled something about “poor thing” before trooping back up the stairs to his bedroom where things made more sense.

“No, Alfred I’m ready to go,” Damian said turning to leave, but your grip on his arm stopped him.

“Just a few?” you whispered, “Memories?” as stupid as it sounded you didn’t get many moments like this. To just be a silly kid going to prom.

Of course, Damian couldn't say no. Not to those puppy dog eyes. This was what had gotten him into this situation in the first place. You just sitting away from him trying not to look at him but him catching your gaze while that annoying girl kept talking. The look you had given him. It was very much like this one.

So, much to Dick’s pure delight, you took several million pictures. He even had props, the two teens had no idea where they came from. They had just appeared, like magic.

“Ok time to go!” Damian finally said pulling you away from the ever clicking phone.

“Wait!I need your date’s number so I can send her the pictures.”

“Absolutely not,” Damian snapped pushing you toward the door. “I’ll just send them to you,” he mumbled as you quickly descended the stairs of Wayne mansion toward the waiting limo.

The dance was beautiful. It was a universe theme. Couples would follow the milky way into a room filled with stars. You couldn't help but smile as you lead Damian around the room taking it all in.  

As you both walked around the large dance floor you could feel the eyes of your classmates on you. But before you could really worry about all the prying eyes you felt Damian’s hand take yours.

“Want to dance?” he asked.

“Sure.” The rest of the night was just the two of you talking and dancing. You showed him some silly moves and getting excited about a song you love being played. You weren’t sure if it was the sugary punch, the adrenaline of the night or the fact that you got to see Damian be totally humiliated by this family but you felt very at ease.

It only felt like a few moments when they announced the last song. A slow dance. Most of your fellow students were already gone so it was very peaceful as you both danced slowly across the room.

“I wish this night would never end,” you said looking up at him. Damian couldn’t help but give you a small smile brushing a strand of your hair that had come loose away from your face.

“Ok.” Damian said looking at you, “for you, I would stop time.”

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Follow up to @nightrainn2 ‘s ship I wrote almost a year ago

Fandom: DC, Batfam 

Summary: You weren’t really trying to be his friend, just be nice to him. Mostly because you liked his dog

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

Notes:

So I don’t think I ever really established where they met other than you guys bonded over his dog. And since I have been watching a bunch of cheesy high school stuff…

Here ya go

“Good morning!”

Damian let out a growl that just earned him another laugh. He wasn’t a morning person. Which, much to his dismay you were.

“How’s your cute little puppy?”

“He’s not a puppy”

“Ohhh Kay then” you mumbled walking away. Slightly annoyed at how moody he was. Sure Damian Wayne had never been the most… friendly person. But you had felt like you guys had kind of become friends after you had found his dog miles away from the Wayne mansion. The poor thing had somehow gotten lost and found his way to your.

While Damian hadn’t quite fallen over himself to thank you he was very grateful even cracking a smile. The two of you had even happened to have a quite civil conversation. So you had thought maybe you guys had become somewhat of friends.

You may have thought wrong.  

Then two hours later he came and sat next to you in algebra

“Hey”

“Hi?” you mumbled back a million things bubbling up in your mind. Things you WANTED to say but didn’t quite have the guts to say. Things like “Oh NOW you are talking to me?” but none of them came out. Instead you just set up your textbook not looking him in the eye.

“Titus is good” he added as he opened his book, ice blue eyes glancing over at you.

You couldn’t help but smile. As you pulled out your notebook. Maybe you guys weren’t quite the strangers you were lead to believe.  

The next morning he was much nicer to you.

“Morning.” you almost had a heart attack as he nodded to you as you walked by toward your locker.

“Uhhh Hi” you stammered slightly still in pure shock that he had even bothered to go out of his way to acknowledge you.

“See you in math.” was the simple response before he walked down the hall leaving you in pure and total shock.

Weeks went by and they were always greeted by a soft “Morning” from the Wayne. Sometimes he would insinuate contact and sometimes you would. However, it became something of a ritual. Greeting first thing and then just some small talk during math. Most of the time it was about this pets but soon he started to ask you about your own life and interest in animals.

You were starting to look forward to math, well more your conversations that happened during the class.

Or that’s what you were thinking until you walked into the classroom. The sight made you feel sick.

One of the popular girls as school was in your seat leaning forward playing with Damian’s hair. And while he didn’t look particularly happy he also almost NEVER looked very happy. So it was hard to tell what emotion he was really feeling.

Flashing him a weak smile you took a seat few desks away. The girl was cooing over something, a dance? Oh that’s right, there was a dance coming up. Not that you were expecting a certain dark haired boy to ask you. In fact it hadn’t even crossed your mind.

Totally not

Not in a million years.

Ok maybe you had thought about it in passing.

Only because everyone kept talking about it and asking who you were going with. Asking if you had a date.

And you knew he wasn’t going to ask you. After all, he had girls that… that one who would be much better. Girls who were prettier and probably had much more in-depth conversations with him.

Come to think of it, did this girl even have the class with you?

“I didn’t know you were in this class Miss Baines,” The teacher said walking into the class. The girl laughed flitting her hair over her shoulder.

“I mean…”

“Please leave Mr. Wayne’s hair alone and go to wherever you came from.” the teacher said dryly before dismissing the girl.

“We’ll talk later” the girl whispered before skipping out. Taking a few steps closer to your desk slightly bumping into it knocking your book onto the floor. However, she never looked at you. Must have been an accident. I mean how could that girl even know who you were?

Glancing over at Damian you quickly looked away when his gaze met yours. Feeling your face heat up. Ok, get a grip girl! You couldn’t like him! There was only one ending to that story. And it ended with him breaking your heart.

After class, you quickly darted out before anymore awkwardness could arise. You had filled your quota for the day thank you very much.

“Good morning”

You looked up to see him leaning against your locker. Had he been waiting for you? There was no way.

“Want to go to the dance with me?”

@kaidad

I always feel like I’m doing these ships wrong. Like there is no consistency or structure. It’s basically just whatever inspires me. Whatever wants to come out of my strange brain.

Basically convinced you guys are going to hate it which is prob why they take me forever to make them…

Anyway my dear! You got a Damian SHIP! 

Fantasy was your favorite. With a bookshelf overflowing with adventures that would take you away to far off lands. With Heroes and villains. Characters overcoming great obstacles and achieving goals.

You could spend hours dreaming about how someday you would become that hero. Conquering all odds to save the world. You knew it wasn’t real but that didn't mean you couldn’t pretend that it might.

Or that’s what you always thought until the day you became the fantasy.

It was just a morning like any other. You had gotten dressed and were checking to see what you looked like.

And you weren’t there.

You were invisible.

If it hadn’t been for the years of prepping for this day you might have freaked out. But no, surprisingly you calmed your mind. Deep breaths. All you fantasy books had told you that. Stay calm and control your powers.

So like you're heroes your presence slowly faded back. All day you couldn’t stop smiling.

You had powers.

After that, you did what you could to help around your town. Not that there was much to do to help. Nothing ever seemed to happen. It wasn’t like the books where evil just seemed to fall into their laps. Sure you had the powers but no real reason to use them.

But that didn’t mean you tried.

With your abilities to disappear, you could also fly and basically erase your entire solid body which meant you could walk through walls. This helped when you started riding along with the police helping them with any small crimes that happened where you lived.  You knew without any formal training this was really all you could do but you longed to help in a bigger way.

Work with your idols, heroes like Wonder Woman, Batman, Titans.

This was, however, never going to happen since not even your family knew about your powers. Which was rather surprising since they always seemed to be in your business. Somehow, you had been able to keep this one from them.

So you kept just living an insatiable life.

That was until the Titans came to your hometown. Apparently, your quiet town wasn’t as good as you though. A ring of villains was using the outskirts as a shipping base to send weapons to other parts of the country.

You had been riding in the back of a police car when they got the call. Your heart racing as they rushed toward the scene. The TITANS. Even if you could just get a glimpse of them it would be enough.

So sneaking in (Which wasn’t hard considering your powers) you watched as they fought the army of black masked henchmen.

The plan was to just help as you could but when you saw one of the Black Masked henchmen lifted his gun toward Robin. He was already locked in combat with two other men.

“LOOK OUT!” You screamed running toward him. Phazing in and out. You had been practicing some new moves and prayed they would work now. Grabbing the caped boy you pushed him forward phazing both you're bodies out of existence going through the two henchmen

Causing them to get shot instead.

You ended up flipping over the boy both of you landing on your stomachs facing each other.

“Who are you!?!” he demanded and you wished you had worn a mask or something covering your face. For the first time, you really felt seen.

And that was the first time you met Damian Wayne.

Damian later found you and asked you to join the Titans. To this day you weren’t totally sure how he had found you since you weren't a famous person or anything and he had only seen your face for a few seconds. Plus, when you asked he would always give you the same explanation.

“I’m the son of Batman.”

Not that you really cared so much. You finally got your wish, your dream. To become a true hero

Damian offered to help you learn more about your powers and in return, you helped him get along with people. Unlike Damian, you are the oldest so you are used to compromising and trying to understand. Often you will give him advice in a way that he doesn’t even notice you are doing it until he has already done what you suggested.

Because of this, you became his right-hand man. Never backing down, never giving up. Always by his side.Telling him when he was being a little shit and keeping him on the right path.

Damian also had this obsession with making you happy. He loved watching you light up when he did something nice or something that would make you happy. That almost childlike wonder that seemed to surround you. Everything in his world was magical and new to you. And he loved showing it to you.

The way you would break into a huge smile. He tried to pretend he didn’t but everyone knew he loved seeing you happy. 

Summary: It just became a Birthday tradition

Pairing: Damian x Oc

Notes: This started out as 5 years… now it’s 7… I literally hate myself.

More Leia Here

Year one

“You live in a hovel”

Bang

Leia didn’t even care if she almost dropped her rather heavy window pane down on Damian’s fingers. Or that the caped boy had to pull back so fast she thought he might fall from her 6th story bedroom window. Part of her hoped he would. But also not, because then she would have to feel bad for him.

“Open up!” He demanded banging on the window again. “I have something from your Guardian Angel”

She turned back around to see him holding up a brown paper bag from her favorite dessert place.  Slowly -painfully slow- she opened up the window. Make the boy wait a little. “Only because it’s from her. Why are you even here?”

“Something came up and she said she would do my extra shifts in the Batcave if I delivered this.” He held out the small brown bag. Leia opened the bag to find a small candle in a cupcake and a card. After reading the card she gently broke the cupcake in half and giving half to Damian

“Whats this for?” He said eyeing it warily.  

“It’s my birthday.” Was her simple response.

The card lay on the chair next to her window.

“Happy birthday little one! I promise tomorrow I’ll come by. But today, he needs a friend.”

- Your Guardian Angel

Year Two

The start of the school year she had gotten a scholarship to Gotham Academy. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten it seeing as she wasn’t the smartest kid but she was determined to do her best.

Which wasn’t really that great to be honest. These kids were just so smart and cool and she was some small girl from the slums. All she wanted was to fit in. Make friends. Excel at school.

Was that too much to ask?

Apparently Yes.

Especially when you consider Damian Wayne your friend. Or Leia liked to THINK they were friends.

At this point, she was privy to his secret identity. It hadn’t taken long after starting school and also being on the “in” in the superhero world. However, being friends with the rude angry boy was like a rollercoaster of emotions that Leia -a girl who was dealing with her own new blossoming range of emotions- was never quite sure how to deal with.

Like today. It was her birthday and she was supposed to feel special yet he kept making snide remarks about how she was too old to be this excited and honestly, just leave him alone. He didn’t care anyway. At first, she had brushed it off but after a while, she got so mad at him she had ended up calling him a boring crusty old man. Which really wasn’t that bad of an insult. In fact who even thinks to insult someone by calling them a boring crusty old man?.

Leia apparently, and Damian apparently found it very insulting because it set him off and they had ended up fighting the rest of the day. Which was really Leia telling Damian calmly why he was wrong and Damian yelling at her.

However, when he yelled that no one cared it was her birthday since she had no friends in front of the entire class that one hurt. This year, like last, her mother had to work and her Guardian Angel was away helping with some overseas issue. So in a way, the crusty old man was right: she had no friends.

That night she sat by her window angry scribbling why she hated Damian Wayne. She had already exploded two pencils and accidently sent a pad of paper on fire because of it. The smoke had caused her to open her window to get some fresh air. Or as fresh as you could get that aria of Gotham.

It had been oddly warm for that time of year. Her new blue drapes that her Guardian Angel had given her blowing in the wind as she tried to write a letter to said, girl. Tears of pure frustration falling from her cheeks. Angry at herself for being angry. Angry at him for being so mean.

“Are you crying?”

She had never gotten up so fast. He barely had time to react as two hands shoved him out her window in a blind rage. She had never in her rather short life, been this mad at anyone.

Luckily for the caped crusader, he was also hanging from his Batarang so he basically propelled away from the 6 story window only to swing back, his feet landing on the bricks next to the window.

“I don’t want to talk to you!“ She yelled leaning so far out her window he wondered for a moment if she was about to fall out. Or maybe pop a blood vessel with how her face bright red her face was. "You’re a jerk!”

It was his turn - for the first time in their relationship - for him to be the calm one while she ranted at him, “What?” He asked, “I always say that stuff?”

“But that was in front of everyone… and… and just because I take it doesn’t make it right!”

“Why do you care what they think?”

She looked away biting her lip pulling herself back into her bedroom. He cautiously came closer to the window, but not too close. He knew what her powers could do, especially when she was mad.

“I just want friends.”

Damian held out a paper bag, “Friends are a waste of time and a distraction.” She reached out taking the bad opening it to see her cupcake with a small candle.

Year 3

He almost doesn’t come, that year. He had gotten into a fight. A bad one. They had been able to finally catch the Joker and his goons but not before Damian got a pretty bad cut on his arm.

Batman had tried to get him to come back to the Batcave with him but Damian had a tradition to uphold. And Damian wasn’t one to break a tradition.

Besides the thought of making Leia cry again on her birthday was something he never wanted to do again.

So here was he was, leaning into her windowsill dripping blood all over her blue drapes.

However, Leia didn’t even seem to notice her favorite room accessory becoming ruined as she pulled him into her bedroom. He didn’t protest much as she made him sit on her bed so she could look at his cut.

“I didn’t bring you your cupcake…” he mumbled as she helped him rip away the material of his sleeve so she could see his arm better.

“Mommy’s a nurse,” she said getting up, “Wait right here.” she was only gone for a moment - the apartment she and her mother shared wasn’t very big - returning with a rather large first aid kit in her arms. Setting it down she pulled out some cleaning supplies.

“I bet the other guy looked worse.” She said as she dabbed his wound.

He scoffed as he tried not to act like the alcohol didn’t sting a thousand swords. “Of course”

“Who was it?”

“The Joker and a few of his minions. Nothing too difficult for Father and I”

As she cleaned him up he regaled the tales of valor that he had done that night. Leia listening with ruptured interest. He would never admit it to her but… it was fun.

Year 4

“Today’s my birthday,” Leia said opening her window looking up at Damian who hung in her windowsill. A bright smile on her face.

“I know,” he said coming into her room. It hadn’t changed much in the past four years same tattered bedspread, teddy bear, and posters of all her favorite superheros. He couldn’t help but smile at the one of him next to her Guardian Angel which was placed lovingly above her desk.

“Where’s my cupcake?” she asked looking at him expectantly.

“I brought you something else instead,” He said holding up a black mask. It had been Faith’s idea. Not that he would admit that to Leia. Especially not after her entire face light up like the rocks she would charge with her superpowers. No he was going to claim this idea all for himself and just bask in her joy.

“You got me a mask!?!” and maybe her stupidity.

“I’m going to take you for a run over the city.”

Letting out an excited giggle Leia quickly put on the mask before grabbing his hand letting him pull her out of her window.

Year 5

She sat behind him blindfolded as he drove his motorcycle into the Batcave. Her face was buried in his back as to keep the surprise he had promised her as much of a surprise as she could.

If there was anything Leia loved, it was a surprise.

Once they had stopped he gingerly helped her down. “Are you ready?” he asked. She nodded quickly as he gently tried to take her blindfold off. “Stop moving!” He snapped suddenly annoyed at the fact that Leia couldn’t stop fidging excitedly. Honestly, she was the same girl from 5 years ago! It’s like she hadn’t grown a single day.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but whatever it was, it wasn’t quite to the level of what happened. Leia stood there for a moment as if in total shock. Her hands covering her wide open smile as her gray eyes looked around the room.

“Oh my God Damian!” she finally squeaked. “Is this…?”

“Where else would we be?”

“OH MY GOD!” She began running around the room looking at everything pointing to stuff as if it was also his first time there.

“Look it’s the Batcar!”

“Oh come look at this! It’s the Original Batgirl’s costume!”

“WOW Look at this huge coin! It’s got to be Two Face’s!”

From there place by the steps to the Batcave Stephie Brown and Alfred watched on. An amused smile spreading on the blonde’s face as she watched the rather flustered boy followed a fangirling Leia drag him around the batcave.

“Awww Damian has a little girlfriend.”

“So it would seem.”

“DAMIAN! Look! It’s a giant dinosaur!” Leia said pointing up at the T-rex the towered above her. From where she stood she looked like a tiny little ant about to bet devoured by the huge monster.

“I KNOW!”

Year 6

She had met Paul at school. She had known him in passing for years since they had been going to school together at “the rich people school ” as she called it. While before they had just been acquaintances this year they had started to talk more. Soon they were inseparable, much to Damian’s annoyance.

Paul was loud and showy. There were many the girls that liked him yet, for some reason, he wanted to be around Leia. Maybe it was because she was no longer the bucktoothed girl with chubby cheeks. Most of her baby fat was gone from nights running the streets with Damian or Faith. Damian wasn’t an idiot, he knew she was a pretty girl. But he always saw her as the dorky little girl who had totally nerded out when he had brought her to the Batcave.

But that wasn’t how Paul saw her.

They started dating a few weeks after school started. He taught her how to kiss and gave her butterflies. She was all smiles and giggles at everything he said.

For some reason, it bothered Damian.

A lot.

But what bothered him more was when the rumors started. Paul was sleeping with another girl.

Some of other guys had heard him talking about how Leia wouldn’t sleep with him so he had to “get it somewhere else.”

Damian would have killed him. If Leia hadn’t gotten to him first.

“It’s over” She had told him in the cafeteria in front of everyone. “No hard feelings.”

She ditched school after that.

After all, it was her birthday, she could do whatever the hell she wanted.

Damian found her curled up on her bed hugging Mr. Fluffy McSmith the third. She wasn’t crying, just laying there staring at her poster of Kid Flash that was by her door.

“Hey,”

She glanced at him then rolling onto her back she patted next to her, “Join me as I wallow.”

“I can destroy him if you want,” he said laying down next to her. Their shoulders touching as they both stared up at the ceiling where they had put the plastic glow-in-the dark stars up a few months ago.

“Naw, leave all that Robin power for the real bad guys.”

“I don’t know many who are worst than him.”

Much to his pleasure this comment caused her to smile. They laid there for a few moments in their own thoughts. Finally, she gave a loud sigh dramatically throwing her arm over her forehead.

"No more relationships for me! I have decided I’m going to live in a real hovel in the desert.”

“Maybe it’ll be more spacious than this place.”

She giggled turning to him, “Rude! I love my apartment.”

He glanced at her watching as she brushed a few annoying stray tears from her cheeks. “I do to” He whispered, so quietly that only he could hear.

Year 7

“Happy Birthday,” He said as he hung in the windowsill leaning in as he looked down at her. She smiled up at him her gray eyes lighting up.

“You know,” she said giggling, “This is the first year you have wished me a happy birthday.”

“Really?”

“Yeah”

“I’m kind of a jerk aren’t I?”

“You’re my jerk,” she said as she leaned forward. Maybe it was teenage hormones. Maybe it was the way the moon shone into her room and played with her gray eyes. Maybe it was something that had just been there all the time.

Whatever it was, Damian felt his heart skip a beat.