#maleyanderes

damian's pov

i let out a low pant , my hands brace in front of me against the glass door of my shower. my eyes are dark , hazy as a deranged laugh escapes through my lips. i was not normal , funny because i don't think at any point in my life i have ever been.

my life has been a constant of strict , cold and fabricated lessons hand taught by my mother herself . i was always groomed to be soemthing powerful , something deadly , in control , in command .

my forehead presses against the cold , glass pannel as i let out an airy sigh. my mind runs ten billion thoughts per second buts it's all about her isn't it ? always runs back to her . i could describe y/n in a million ways but none would convey how fucking deeply and initmately i need her .

she's my muse , my sun in my solar system , she's my inspiration , my reasoning , my entirity. i don't feel normal about her - not a god damn thing. i feel so deeply for her , that i would rip myself apart if it meant it'd please her.

she's a shy thing in my criminology class , cute , shy thing that dresses in baggy pants and equally baggy hoodies , shy thing that likes to avoid everyone and keeps to herself.

just a precious thing that needs to be cared for . i feel my tongue subconciously lick my lip piercing , the silver metal flickers in the low lighting of my shower. i cut my shower short and get out to change myself , i effortlessly changed into a grey sweats and a black compression shirt , a classic hot anime boy look i know she goes crazy for maybe because i stalk all her tik tok reposts.

i dryed my hair messily - i know she likes it that way - i've seen the way she stares at in class when she thinks i'm not looking but poor baby when it comes to her i'm always watching.

i effortless slipped on a silver chain necklace on , it has a little black bat pendant with her initials engraved on it. my phone buzzes to life and my eyes lazily drags over. clearly my muse is having a field day reposting those tik toks with guys flexing in mirror , showing off their biceps and their arm tats.

my eyes drift over her comment , ' need him like this 🖤 ' and i felt a smile burst on my face . clearly she has no fucking idea what she's asking for because she already has one and that's only going to be me.

i have a simple black sigil tattoo that sprawls across both of my arms and meets elegantly in the middle of my chest to form a bat , above my heart had her birthday , in roman numerals tatted beatifully .

i shuffle around my hair some more as i passed my desk , it's sprawled with a bunch of tattoo designs for my clients , some for my brothers and father and others whete sketches of her.

my hand practically hovers over one in particular - i remember it so fucking intimately because i sketched it the first day i saw her in my class , the first day i became obssessed with her . my phones buzzes again , its y/n .

will be there at 5 x.

oh right did i mention my muse and i are in a group project together ? i replied with a simple 'ok' even when inside i desperatly wanted to jump in the air.

i can't for her to come over , we'll get along so sweetly.

y/n's pov

i stumble my way towards damian's apartment , the faint glow of his hallway's luminiscent light alluminates the drab walls. i can't believe i got partner with this man . he's a known heart throb , rumors say - anyways but it's damian, wayne.

his father is a famous tattoo artist , like his work is very saught agter and his sons are really good too. dick grayson is a famous piercist along with his other brother tim drake who must has hands blessed by god himself because their work is effortless .

jason todd , his second eldest specializes in colored tattoos but damian - damian is the artist behind the art , he draws every single design the waynes use . not to mention , he is also in his own right a good tattoo artist.

i stare at the black , oak door , i could practically feel my stomach flip inside- maybe i should turn around , yeah thats a good idea , run for the damned hills and chalk up some poor excuse that i got sick-

but before i could even put my plan into action , damian already opened the door and i was subjected to his piercing green eyes. damian wayne is an attractive man , maybe too attractive for his own damned good because this was the sole reason i avoided him amd everyone else in this damned university , his crazy fangirls.

i'm talking about girls who would pay off a gang to kidnap you and leave you beaten up on some curbside because you smiled at him. they're insane and clearly got alot of time and resources on their hand because the last time damian had a girlfriend , when they broke up his fangirls bullued her out of the country.

safe to say i want nothing to do with damian wayne or anyone else - just want to get my damned degree and move on with my life but hey it's not like damian would go for someone like me so i think i'm safe.

" hey"

" you're late "

and i grimanced . did i forget to mention that talking to damian is like talking to a rock covered in sharp knives ready to rip you open ?

" i was busy uhm soo the project ?" i mumur rather pathetically. damian just stared at me - his eyes practically ripping me apart before he finally stepped away from the door and retreated back into his apartment.

great - this is going splendidly. before i knew it , i was sat on damian's living room floor while he sat opppsite me . we haven't spoken since the hallway incident , just kind of been akwardly doing our own thing.

i continue to busy myself with typing put our report when i catch him just staring at me - hopefully it's nothing too bad. Another long minute drags by and daringly or maybe even stupidly I decided to look up at him and fuck do i regret it.

he looks sinfully etheral - something so dangerous wrapped in black sink. he's just looking down at his notes while gnawing on the rubber bit of a pen and lord does he somehow make that look attractive -

i swallow , slowly and god knows i tried my best to look back at my work but fuck me -

" y/n staring is rude " i snapped out of my daze - fuck of course he noticed i was staring right at him. " was just wondering if you figured out the case yet " i murmur - again pathetically.

i swear i'm not this stupid but god damian wayne just have a talent of making everything and everyone around him stupid - something so easily squashed below his feet.

damian is silent for a long moment as but i can feel his gaze piercing me . " case #224 , an elder man , late 90's was found butchered and stuffed in the cooler of his yachyt , there were 2 suspects on the scene , the captain and the victim's 21 yeat old girlfriend" damian recapped.

i sat there silently as i went over the words , " so girlfriend and captain team up and tagged teamed him on his own boat and as both each other's alibis the police can't do anything " i pointed out.

damian hums as his gaze peers down back to his notes. " i don't think that's the case " he interjected and i sat there stunned. " what do you mean you don't think so?" i ask admitly.

damian just hummed but his licked his lips and fuck me he had a tongue piercing - " i think there is a third player" he interjects and i immediatly snapped out of my thoughts. " what's even ypur proof on that wayne ?"

" obvious , he was butchered and placed in a freezer , this was done methodically - if the victim's girlfriend and captain were the perpatrators like you claimed won't it be easy to kill him amd dump him into the sea ? why would they butcher him and put him into the freezer fully well knowing they's not only be the first suspects but the police could easily get their prints." he finishes .

once again i am flabbergasted - i know damian wayne wasn't a pretty face but i didn't know he was this damned good. " but still wayne - were does this third person come into play ? and assuming if what you proposed happened - how did an third person slipped onto a yacht without no one noticing and how did the guy get murdered with two other witnesses on board - like they heard no yelling , struggle , noticed any blood or how long he disappeared ?" i pointed out.

he nodded along , " you propose a good counter muse "

" what ?" i asked as i could of swore i heard something

damian shook his head , " nothing muse ".

jason todd is the silent yandere.

often times - people would look at him , a hulking muscular figure , standing at 6'4 and think that a man of his stature is loud but in reality he's silent.

silent in the fact that he purposely hacked into your tik tok , a03, and Kindle account and ensured that they kept recommending dark rommance, specifically with motorcycle guys.

silent in the way he bought the two apartments next to your own because he couldn't physically handle anyone living so close to you .

he is silent in the way he knows your routine - down to the minute details , the seamlessly useless details like you always run laundry in the evening and watch that specific series when you're eating.

he's a man who doesn't make himself known, not because he is shy or scared that you spot him or would run away at the sight of him . no, it's because this man thrives off the fact that he has full control over your life without you even knowing.

he is the type of man who's already paid off your student loans. He already has your bulls synced to his bank account because he's grown up, knowing as a man he's supposed to provide.

he always sits two tables away from yours in your usual cafe as you laugh among your other friends as you gossip about the dark rommance book you all read.

he always has to cover his mouth before he huffs out a laugh - he's read every single book you've read , to him they're all little boy games. boys who just imitate how to act like a man - boys who thinks they're all dark and scary when they're not . he knows you aren't ready for the darkness that a man like himself brings, but it's alright - he knows one day you'll be ready for him.

jason always finds himself perched in his penthouse , lounging on a chair , manspread so deliciously as he stares out into the distant skyline of gotham , physically he's here but mentally - mentally he's picturing you perched in his lap in his dress shirt as he kisses you deeply- leaving no room for air.

jason who has a whole book in which he logs everything about you , little doodles of you, things you mention off hand what you want , what you dislike - little knick knacks that would easily be dismissed but when it comes to you - he notices everything.

he's silent in his obsession, he wouldn't take you , not immediately, he's a patient man , a man who's savors the best bite for last.

he's seen how hasty his other brothers are with their obsessions - how their haste leaves them unprepared and their obsessions get little silly ideas of freedom.

not him - certainly not you , no you would not get such silly ideas , he rather have you depend on him , need him , crave him the way he craves you . he wants you begging, crawling your way back to him - to openly want him.

that the idea of not wanting him , the idea of running a way , of falling in love with a normal lovestruck boy sounds so funny and absurdly distant.

he's the type of man to sip on a bottle of scotch as he watches you through large , sleek monitors that display footage from the cameras hidden so carefully around your house.

his eyes practically zero in on the way you eat and drink while you focus on your show - a part of him longs to be there , to share that moment with you but the other half longs to pluck such scrappy utensils from your delicate hands and feed you himself.

in public - the very rare times that he goes out , often it's just him zooming down your block in his sleek , black , bmw s1000 rr . he always catches you shyly, peaking through your blinds to watch him .

he's a man of foreplay- of course, he makes sure to flex his tone , tan arms when he revves down the street - would always nod his head towards you and chuckle as you scramble away - embrassed he caught you.

he thinks it's silly you do that - he's yours , body , mind , soul , flesh , blood , everything as you are to him. if he needs to tattoo his name into your skin to remind you he will.

he also has your name tattooed above his heart and your initials marked into the side of his ring finger - a perment testament to his eternal , unwavering devotion towards you.

After three painstaking years of making a life for herself in Russia - reader is finally feeling life life is worth living til her family comes hunting her down - determined to piece it back together.

-> Dmaian Wayne is a new member of his father's ward and is struggling desperately to find himself and earn his part in this family. One day after he gets into another screaming match with Grayson and his father - Damian seeks refuge in the forgotten parts of the mansion and stumbles across reader's old room - here Damian feels so attached and understood as he pours over the remnants of readers left behind past . Determined and fascinated - Damian searches for her - strangling along fellow other family members who (later) become intrigued with reader.