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I finally get Tumblr to cooperate with me!! Here is the long awaited Damian x Black!Reader fic! Please remember to like/reblog!!

This one is a bit shorter at 908 words. Check the bottom for more info….

You’ll need it.

Duke was now exactly 16 minutes and 45 seconds late. Yes, I’m timing his ass. I told his that today was the last time I’d be free this month to meet this “Brother” of his. Now I am a 16 year old black girl, stuck waiting on his black ass outside a cafe in Gotham.The things I do for friends, man. It’s been a while since he was formally adopted by Bruce “ZADDY” Wayne, this was to be the first time I meet any of the Wayne kids other than Jason. Meeting Jason was a complete accident, but gained a good friend from it. No regrets from this chaotic friendship bitches. Just when I start contemplating leaving, a small retro Porsche pulls up beside me with Jason and a person I recognize to be Dick Grayson in the front. As I make my way to the car, Duke and a green eyed clone of Bruce Wayne get out of the back. Well then, I think I’ll stick around.

Sticking around was a fucking mistake. The mini Bruce is Damian Wayne. And he’s an asshole. He barely acknowledged that I existed when we were introduced, let the door to the cafe close in my face, and sucks his teeth when I speak to him. You wanna play the petty game? Fine, I play it better. After a half hour of being with this stuck up ass, I pretended he wasn’t there. 

We spent the day wandering from stores to museums. Apparently Duke scored us invites to a private warehouse party. Getting there, it was loud but not too many people. There was plenty of room to dance and move. Only problem? Duke got the invite by flirting with some random chick. As soon as we got there, they linked and disappeared. Now, I’m stuck at this party with someone who won’t acknowledge my existence. 

Great.

Damian and I briefly looked at each other before I started making my way into the crowd. I find what I deemed an appropriate place and I shake my ass. Not too many dudes around and plenty of space without feeling like I’m being groped from all directions. Perfect spot right? Wrong. Random assholes will always come out of the woodwork when they see a melanated sister like myself breaking it down like Megan the Stallion. One of them had the audacity to start grabbing at me. 

Now, I’m not opposed to someone joining me for a dance. But I am opposed to dumb ass motherfuckers grabbing my ass and titties. Before I could do anything, they were on the ground and a strong arm wrapped around me, pulling me in close. I look over and see Damian, green eyes ablaze with irritation.

“That, is not how you treat a lady, you insipid troglodytes. Get back into your cesspools before I put you in a grave.” Damian growled just loud enough for them to hear and comply before they ran off….. That may have been the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Breaking me from my thoughts, he turns to me, with the same damn irritation?

“Next time you want to dance, stay close to me. I don’t have the time nor the energy to deal with trivial issues such as this.”

….bitch?

BITCH?!

That’s it. I slap him with a resounding clap that the party goes quiet for a moment. I push him away and start for the door. I see Duke running up to Damian in my peripherals. Fuck em both. When I get to the door, all I remember is a loud boom and bright light. Next time I opened my eyes, the warehouse was swarmed with what looked like Ninjas…. Ninjas in Gotham? Not too surprised honestly.

What surprised me is Deathstroke, holding Damian by his hair with Duke nowhere to be seen. This is bad. I wasn’t planning on working today, but fuck me right?I make sure no one is watching me and creep to a back room in the warehouse. Guess what bitches?

I’m a Lantern. 

It takes less than a second for me to suit up in my indigo lantern uniform. Normally, indigo tribe uniforms are pretty native and usually handmade. I opted for a twist on the Green Lantern uniform instead. I look like Monique from Kim Possible became an Indigo Shego…. Glowing hands and all.

After suiting up, I dash out and start swinging at the nearest ninja. Plowing my way through a cloud of criminals, I make my way to DeathStroke. He drops Damian and faces me head on, squaring up like a boxer. We trade blows, him never noticing that I was teleporting his ninjas into Iron Heights. I get rid of the last ninja when he manages to land a knee to my stomach, forcing me back in a crouch. I see Damian get up in my peripherals. He nods and gestures to the roof, a Waiting Duke in the rafters.

Ooooh, this is gonna be good.

I can’t help but contort my face into a vicious grin. DeathStroke goes into some long ass monologue about overconfidence; Blah, blah, blah, before making his move to cut me down using his now drawn sword. I bend down and rush him from the side, using my lantern light to turn my manicure into a set of claws. We clash and I hear him go down…. But then everything goes black.

What went wrong?

  ~~~~~~~~`~~~~I WILL BE GOING ON A BRIEF WRITING HIATUS.