#mavvishenanigans

it's another long night for damian wayne. he's attending another of his father's galas filled with ignorant, incompetent, incomprehensible, rich people.

he walks in confident strides. everyone is watching, everyone always has been, he knows it.

on normal nights he would usually stay in the shadows away from the flashing lights and gleaming glasses of champagne, but tonight is no normal night.

you're here.

he knows you are, he made sure of it. you weren't a frequent party-goer either but you've always been much more interesting at them than he ever was which is why he wasn't so surprised when he saw your face amidst a large crowd, people listening in on whatever you had to say like you were a priest on sunday morning.

what did surprise him— actually, more like piss off, was the fact that one person was listening in a bit too closely. a supposed friend of his, jon kent, had his arm wrapped around your waist, looking at you annoyingly intently as you spoke.

he stepped in the crowd with ease, nobody dared to be in his away, especially not when he had that scowl on his face. You noticed him before he was even anywhere near the crowd, you turn to look at him with a knowing smile. Jon follows your gaze with the same look.

"long time no see, dami." jon says, offering his free hand.

damian ignores it. "the two of you seem much more acquainted than the last time i saw you two together." he says through his gritting teeth.

"well, we spend a lot more time together than you may think." you leaned your head against jon's arm knowing exactly what you were doing to damian.

"well, since the two of you spend so much time together i'm sure you wouldn't mind being separated for a moment. i'd like to talk to you alone."

"well—" before you could finish, damian had already pulled you out of the crowd and away from jon. he was never one to take no for an answer.

"uh, damian!" you sighed. "what?" he gritted his teeth as he continued to pull you to who knows where. you pulled back and the both of you stop.

"what?" he repeated. "why so hostile, damian?"

"what do you mean 'why so hostile'? you know exactly why." he turned around to face you.

"no, actually. i don't." "he had his hands all over you! you expect me to just let that happen?"

"yes, damian.

because you have no right otherwise."

a week before, you and damian found yourselves entangled in each other's arms on your bed. again. it wasn't anything special, that's what it was supposed to be. nothing special.

but you couldn't help yourself that night. the way he looked at you like you were the only other person in the world, his eyes shining like an emerald under a star filled night sky.

"i love you."

"what is that even supposed to mean?" he stepped closer, "you made it clear where i stand in your life. i'd prefer you stay out of mine." you crossed your arms in response. "you can't just-" he sighed and took a step back. "can't what, damian?"

"i've missed you, okay? and we both know i'm the reason you were so persistently invited here. you can't... i can't stand to see you with him— or anyone else for that matter. not when i've spent the whole week without you."

you shrugged, "you said it yourself, we're just 'nothing special', why are you so bothered?"

"that's not fair."

"it's very fair."

"hey! kind of rude to yank a lady out of a conversation like that, don't you think?" jon walks up to the both of you. you immediately grab his hand. "jon. maybe we should go back?" jon glanced at damian seemingly both seething with rage and speechless from his own bemusement.

the night went along with the tension, with every move and touch between you and jon there was damian, glaring watching from the sidelines.

the music started to slow and the air became heavy. you pulled jon onto the dancefloor. the two of you seemed to be in your own world, untouchable to everyone else as you both held each other, hips slowly swaying to the music. but, your drifting eyes couldn't be ignored.

damian also found himself on the dancefloor, hands on the hips of another woman, not seeming to care that much about her.

your eyes stay glued to each other.

'im so tired of playing'

every step and flip of the hair between the two of you is calculated, intentional, enticing.

'playing with this bow and arrow'

"you feel used every time you sleep with him so you've pivoted to eyefucking him instead?" jon grinned.

'gonna give my heart away. leave it to the other girls to play.'

"he seems to relate."

"him? feel used? after what he said to you?"

you sighed and finally looked away. you could feel that he didn't.

you and jon danced the rest of the song in silence, by the end the two of you had moved so close to each other your lips were barely even a breath away.

not for long as you felt yourself being pulled away once more. you could recognize the feeling of those hands around your wrists any day.

"damian."

you called out.

"damian!"

the second time came out louder than you anticipated making a few people look in your direction.

"be quiet." he said with a heavy whisper.

"where are you-?" he brought you up the stairs, in front of the entire crowd. you could see the camera flashes from the corner of your eye.

damian was unfazed by the apparent upcoming scandal. this wasn't the first time he'd whisked you away during high profile events.

the soft sunlight that hits your face as you flutter your eyes open is anything but comforting. you're much too comfortable with this feeling, the warmth that envelopes your entire being from skin to soul. and it fills you with dread, an ache so beautiful you can never stop chasing it.

those same glowing emerald-colored eyes stared into yours.

"you break my heart."

if it's what it takes to keep you in my arms.

the last line is genius btw please ask why

i actually really like this...

edit: i take that back i hate this

originally made this so i could get out of a writing slump.

they're both stupid

part 4 of mavvi's playlist being released before 2 and 3 oops