damian figuring out how to ask his s/o to fuck
Damian had faced down hitmen, alien warlords, and Gotham’s 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. “Beloved.”
You were curled up on your bed, hoodie sleeves covering your hands, reading something with earbuds in. You looked up with a warm smile.
“Hey, Dami.”
He closed the door behind him and stood perfectly still for a moment. Calculating. Weighing angles. This wasn’t just about sex. This was about trust, consent, timing.
“I wish to engage in coitus.”
You blinked.
“In what now?”
“Sex,” he clarified, clearing his throat and gripping the book tighter. “With you. Soon. Possibly now.”
There was a pause. You tilted your head, unsure if you heard him right or if he was reading off a Batcomputer prompt.
“Did you Google that?”
“I cross-referenced approximately seventeen sources,” he said seriously. “Some of them were fanfiction. It was distressing.”
You snorted. “Distressing how?”
“Apparently I am frequently paired with Jonathan Kent. And Nightwing.”
You tried not to laugh, failing miserably.
He stepped closer, his face somehow both deeply serious and red at the tips of his ears. “I am not trying to pressure you. I simply believe our bond has deepened significantly and, statistically, most couples—”
You cut him off by gently setting the book down and sitting up. “Damian.”
He looked at you, sharp jaw tense.
“I want to,” you said quietly. “You don’t need a PowerPoint or Google Docs presentation. Just… be honest. With me.”
He swallowed, tension melting just slightly.
“Then honestly…” he murmured, stepping in front of you, reaching down to brush a hand along your jaw, “I have thought about it. A lot. And if you’re willing, I would like to touch you. Love you.”
You reached up and tugged him down by the hoodie string. “Then stop talking and kiss me.”
His lips curled into a grin.
“Tactically speaking, I think that can be arranged.”
Dick: “He asked?! That’s adorable. I just tripped into it by accident in college.”
Tim: spits coffee “Damian’s having sex?!”
Jason: “He did it before me? Are you kidding?”
Bruce: “…I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me. Ever.”
