Gone Out
Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader
Summary: It’s Damian’s 21st birthday and Jason and Dick take Damian out. Fun ensues when he arrives back home
Warnings: OOC Damian, drunkenness, technical breaking and entering but it’s okay, Damian isn’t Robin but also isn’t Batman, dick and Jason are on good terms
Word count: 0.6k
Damian, being brought up as he was, had vehemently rejected the idea of drinking all of his life. In high school when you had forced him to go to his first (and last) party ‘for the experience,’ he had leveled anyone who had offered him a drink with a stare that said “I’m going to kill you if you don’t walk away now.”
He wouldn’t kill his brothers though. Without them he’d have more vigilante work to do.
On the night of his twenty first birthday, Dick and Jason had shown up at exactly midnight to steal Damian away from your bed to go clubbing. Of course there was a standoff at first and it looked like Damian was going to win.
“I’m not going to leave if you say no,” Dick announced loudly. “I’ll just… sit here and watch you sleep.”
Ok. Creepy. Guess it’s decided, then.
“That’s perfectly alright-“ Damian began to talk but was interrupted by you throwing a pillow at his head.
“Damian Wayne you’re leaving. I don’t want your creepy brothers watching me sleep.”
Jason and Dick pumped their fists in the air in a display of victory but when a pillow whizzed past their heads at Mach 7, they quickly vacated the room.
“I hope you know, Beloved, that I’m going to despise every moment of this night.” He slipped on a pair of black jeans and a black shirt.
You hummed in satisfaction. “You always say that when you have to be social.”
“I don’t like to be social.” Damian slipped a leather jacket on and kissed your cheek before heading out the door and leaving you to get some much deserved sleep.
——
It couldn’t have been four hours later when you woke with a start. You squinted out into the darkness, trying to make out what had shocked you into consciousness when you made out the outline of a figure standing at the food of your bed.
You instinctively looked to Damian’s side of the bed to see if he was awake but remembered the events that occurred just hours before.
Your hand shot to the switch on the lamp on your nightstand to reveal…
Damian.
Standing there at the foot of your bed like a lost child. His face was ever so slightly flushed and he was fidgeting with his hands before heading realizes you were looking at them and stopped.
“…hi, Dami.” You say warily. “Are you coming to bed?”
He nodded without word, took two steps, then face planted.
“… stupid Grayson and the stupid Red Hood and that… stupid idiot Nightwing.” Damian grumbled as he sat up slowly.
You climb out of bed and walk over to help your boyfriend to his feet. “How much did you have to drink?”
“I dunno…” Damian scowled. “Like. A bit.”
“Okay,” You chuckle to yourself and silently relish in this side of Damian because you know it’ll likely be a long time before you see it again. “Let’s get you to bed.”
You start walking but Damian doesn’t come with you. “Wait..” he squints at your face for a second, then returns to normal. “Your face is pleasing.”
You almost laugh at him but you don’t know if drunk Damian feels the need to hold back his martial arts skills. “You’re a weird drunk.”
Damian pouted— a real, honest to God pout— before flopping down lazily on the bed, taking up both sides. You shrug and flop down next to him.
——
“Ugh… Habibti why did you let me leave with those neanderthals?”
You ignored his question and simply asked your own. “Did you have fun?”
“It’s a blur..” You grinned at Damian like a Cheshire Cat. “Oh no… what did I do?”
“Nothing bad,” you assured. “It was more… cute than anything.”
