damian figuring out how to ask his s/o to fuck
Damian had faced down hitmen, alien warlords, and Gothamโs worst rogues without flinching. But standing in the hallway outside your room, dressed in black sweatpants and an Arkham Academy T-shirt (ironically), holding a single, dog-eared romance novel like it was a live grenade?
That was another thing entirely. He knocked once. Twice. Then opened the door without waiting. โBeloved.โ
You were curled up on your bed, hoodie sleeves covering your hands, reading something with earbuds in. You looked up with a warm smile.
โHey, Dami.โ
He closed the door behind him and stood perfectly still for a moment. Calculating. Weighing angles. This wasnโt just about sex. This was about trust, consent, timing.
โI wish to engage in coitus.โ
You blinked.
โIn what now?โ
โSex,โ he clarified, clearing his throat and gripping the book tighter. โWith you. Soon. Possibly now.โ
There was a pause. You tilted your head, unsure if you heard him right or if he was reading off a Batcomputer prompt.
โDid you Google that?โ
โI cross-referenced approximately seventeen sources,โ he said seriously. โSome of them were fanfiction. It was distressing.โ
You snorted. โDistressing how?โ
โApparently I am frequently paired with Jonathan Kent. And Nightwing.โ
You tried not to laugh, failing miserably.
He stepped closer, his face somehow both deeply serious and red at the tips of his ears. โI am not trying to pressure you. I simply believe our bond has deepened significantly and, statistically, most couplesโโ
You cut him off by gently setting the book down and sitting up. โDamian.โ
He looked at you, sharp jaw tense.
โI want to,โ you said quietly. โYou donโt need a PowerPoint or Google Docs presentation. Justโฆ be honest. With me.โ
He swallowed, tension melting just slightly.
โThen honestlyโฆโ he murmured, stepping in front of you, reaching down to brush a hand along your jaw, โI have thought about it. A lot. And if youโre willing, I would like to touch you. Love you.โ
You reached up and tugged him down by the hoodie string. โThen stop talking and kiss me.โ
His lips curled into a grin.
โTactically speaking, I think that can be arranged.โ
Dick: โHe asked?! Thatโs adorable. I just tripped into it by accident in college.โ
Tim: spits coffee โDamianโs having sex?!โ
Jason: โHe did it before me? Are you kidding?โ
Bruce: โโฆI donโt want to know. Donโt tell me. Ever.โ
