#gala

okay fine….but nothing more than that okay?

"Thanks for rescuing me from that dreadfully dull gala, Superman...how can I repay you? 😈"

Pairing - Damian Wayne x afab! reader

pg13 🙂‍↕️ Inspired by the song ‘Ayo Technology’ by 50 Cent

This request by @supercheesygarlicbread

notes- hello!! thank you so much for this request I love this song so much- i really enjoyed writing this !! I appreciate your support a lot 😽 I’m assuming this is for an afab reader, but as always, lmk if I got anything wrong ‼️

Damian stares as he watches your his sway, and your legs move as you dance to the music playing at tonight’s gala. You’re smiling softly, with a glass of champagne in your hand as the band plays a jazzy song.

“Damian,” You call out, your free hand grabbing his own. You pull him closer, and he complies, moving to grip your hips. He’s completely mesmerized by the way you move, his usual sharp composure momentarily forgotten. His grip tightens just enough to ground himself, fingers settling at your hips as if he was afraid you might disappear if he lets go.

You move with a flawless confidence, every sway deliberate and fluid, drawing his attention no matter how hard he tries to look anywhere else.

“You are.. Doing this on purpose,” Damian murmurs, eyes tracking the movement of your hips despite himself.

“Doing what?” you ask innocently, tilting your head as you step closer, the space between you shrinking.

Distracting him, clearly. Your body moves in time with the music, smooth and rhythmic, and Damian feels utterly caught. Like every calculated thought has slipped through his fingers. For someone trained to maintain control at all times, the sensation is.. unsettling. And intoxicating.

“You’ve rendered me compromised,” he adds, voice low, almost amused.

You smile, resting a hand lightly against his shoulder. “Funny. You don’t look like you’re complaining.”

He exhales, a quiet sound of surrender, and finally allows himself to follow your lead. The gala fades into a blur of lights and sound, the crowd nothing more than a distant presence. All he can focus on is you. The way you move, the confidence in your step, the way you look at him like you know exactly what effect you’re having on him.

“For the record,” Damian says, leaning closer so only you can hear, “this is entirely your fault.”

You laugh softly, the song coming to a slow stop as the band eases into silence. Applause ripples through the room, snapping the moment back into place. Damian straightens, composure returning, but his hand lingers just a second longer than necessary before letting go.

He offers you his arm, eyes sharp again, though the warmth hasn’t left them. “Come. Before I make the mistake of requesting another dance.”

You take his arm, heart light. “Careful,” you tease. “You might enjoy yourself.”

Oscar Isaac at the "Brunello: The Gracious Visionary" New York Gala Screening held at Lincoln Center' in New York, New York.