‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.LATE BLOOMING FLOWER
BATFAMILY X SAKURA HARUNO!READER
❀Summary: when the late bloomer finally bloomed
info: the reader is batsis, twin to Damian Wayne. Yes you can see her as sakura or yourself with her features. But reader definitely has her monstrous strength.
Genre: short story
Word count: 733
Knocked to her back, Y/n let out a pained groan, frustration mingling with the sting of impact as her twin brother, Damian, glared down at her with narrowed green eyes.
From the moment they were born, it was clear they were different—more like two sides of a coin than true equals. Y/n had always been the quiet, soft-spoken twin, her features delicate and her demeanor gentle.
In contrast, Damian exuded an air of confidence and strength that made her feel like a wilting flower, perpetually trapped in the shadows of his might.
The siblings had relocated to Gotham, fleeing the dispassionate world of the League of Assassins, hoping for a fresh start.
For Y/n, it was a chance to redefine her identity, but Damian’s disdain for their new surroundings only deepened the chasm between them. As she lay on the cool floor of the training center, bruised knees stinging, she couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy.
Dick Grayson, their brother, intervened, pulling Damian away. “Give her a break,” he said, casting a wary glance back at Y/n, who narrowed her eyes resolutely, fists clenched tightly
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders like a defeated curtain, and as she replayed the harsh words of the elders in her mind—“Weak. Imbecile. Just a pest”—a flicker of fire ignited in her chest.
She refused to remain the "Miss. Weakling" any longer. Today was different; today, she would step into the training room and show her brother what she was truly capable of.
As the sun rose the next day, Y/n gazed into the mirror, scrutinizing her reflection. With determination hardening her gaze, she told herself that this would be the day she refused to be a mere shadow of Damian.
She donned her training outfit: a simple yet striking ensemble of a white crop top adorned with pink sakura petals and a green, safe-stitch design, paired with comfortable basketball shorts that allowed for movement.
Stepping into the training area, an unexpected sense of power surged through her, filling her with newfound courage.
Facing her brother, standing confidently as he always did, Y/n adopted her stance. She charged at him with unexpected speed, but Damian's agility was unmatched; he swiftly sidestepped her grasp and retaliated with a sharp elbow to her side.
She grunted, feeling the impact reverberate through her ribs, but she leaned into the pain, refusing to back down.
He followed up with a roundhouse kick that caught her off guard, sending her tumbling to the ground, a red mark blooming on her cheek like a cruel reminder of her own limitations.
Just then, Damian seized her hair with a harsh tug, eliciting a yelp of frustration as she gritted her teeth.
Rummaging through her pouch, she unsheathed her kunai, her heart racing as she tried to summon her resolve. “If you think you can use that against me, it’s not worth it, sister,” he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.
Y/n’s fury ignited within her, and with a determined glint in her eyes, she shot back, “It's not for you.”
In a bold, impulsive move, she flipped the kunai effortlessly in her hand and, with a quick motion, cut her hair into a jagged bob.
As the strands fell effortlessly to the floor, it felt surreal, like a symbolic shedding of her old self. Moments passed in shocking silence, both siblings momentarily taken aback.
Damian’s wide eyes reflected astonishment, while Y/n wore a smug smile, savoring the transformation.
Seizing the opportunity, Y/n lunged forward, catching him off guard with a punch to his gut. The wind whooshed out of him, and he stumbled back, crashing against the training equipment.
Panting heavily, he struggled to rise again, fists clenched tightly as he fought to regain his footing. Y/n, still bewildered by her sudden outburst of courage, hesitated.
“Oh... oh my god! I'm sorry, Damian! I didn’t mean to—”
“Enough, Y/n. You talk too much,” he interrupted with a dismissive click of his tongue, brushing himself off as if her blow meant nothing at all.
But as he turned to walk away, she caught a glimpse of something—an imperceptible smile, a flicker of pride that told her he was, against all odds, impressed.
For the first time, she felt like she had stepped out of his shadow, and perhaps, just perhaps, she was finally beginning to embrace who she was meant to become.
