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Hey guys I know I've been gone for a while buuut I'm back now I'm kinda struggling with motivation for the app idk how many people joined the Google classroom but if you have can y'all tell me in the comments cause my laptop it out of commission and if you want to help out too y'all can join the Google classroom or if y'all just wanna be nosey
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Guys we can tell when you use AI to write your fanfics y'all aren't slick all in seeing is copy and paste with these and it's quite irritating. No one uses - this thing in their sentences or in their writing can we pleaaaase keep AI out of fanfic, and shifting post I don't want advice from AI I want the advice from people who've shifted before
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
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From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
Sorry I've been gone for so long idk what I've been doing but definitely not writing 😭
so this one might be longer than the others or I just might cut it into parts and hope the pt2 isn't as bad as "The Night we met" (which I need to fix and finish)
this is set in like royalty times and it's a apart of my DR it's also a apart of "The night we met" fanfic I wrote
Damian Wayne x female reader
CW: death, mention of war, mention of pregnancy.
Fluff and Heavy angst
All characters are aged up
The Wayne's were the guards and the soldiers. While your family were the rulers of a lavish the kingdom named, Ashta. The kingdom was founded by your ancestor who left home due to hate from the people in her community, and the Wayne family along with many others followed swearing their loyalty to her and her cause for change.
Still hundreds of years Ashta still stands the (L/N) family still hold the crown working side by side with their people, but now that responsibility falls to you...
Now that the decision has been made you've been put on lock down, study from 5 am till 8 pm and learning the art or swordsman ship from your personal guard (who is the best out of all of the Wayne family) Damian. He's annoyingly right all. Of. The. Time. Which obviously gets on your nerves, he talks down to you like you don't know how to use a sword properly, causing for arguments to constantly ensue during training.
"I know what I'm doing Wayne"
"obviously not if you're falling on your ass every time we spar"
He says with a smirk obviously happy that he can get such a reaction out of you, as he sweeps your legs from under you causing you to fall just like he said on your ass, before snatching the sword from you hand.
"HEY!"
"Training is over your highness"
He says walking away to put the swords back where it belongs with you still sitting on the ground mouth agape in awe and heavy irritation at how cocky he was.
"I am the princess of this country and your future queen. I will not tolerate your attitude commander.."
you say with mock irritation as you stand up from the ground dusting off the back or your training uniform before walking over to him with a bit of a bounce in your step.
"if you despised my attitude so much then why are you allowing me to court you? You also were the one who chose me as the one to train you"
he said turning to you with a matter of fact look on his face that says "keep trying." you roll your eyes at his words because he's always right...annoyingly.
"so...can I watch you train today?"
You ask, hopefully changing the subject. He usually says no to keep your relationship a secret. If the Ashtian people found out that the crown princess is rejecting all of the princes who offered wealth and power just to date the General, shit would go up in flames.
He turns to you with an expression that you know all too well one that's laced with a look of disappointment at the fact that you guys couldn't hang out more without prying eyes always watching you.
"..."
He lets out a sigh before looking at you in your eyes, those beautiful stressed eyes that he fell in love with all those years ago that carried too much stress for a child.
"My Queen... I do know how much you wish to you more time together, and I feel the same, but we can't risk anyone finding out about us..."
he says grabbing your hands from your side with a gentleness that's foreign to everyone else besides you
"they wont say anything because i am their future queen-"
Your voice getting a bit stern as you speak to him as you interlock your fingers with his
"(Y/N) They will never say anything to you since you are the future queen of this country, but I am just a general. Your parents could strip my title and my rights if they find out..."
"They wouldn't do something like that. My parents absolutely adore you. Why else would they allow us to spen-"
He clasps his hand over your mouth firmly. Your eyes widen at the action. He slowly reaches into his pocket pulling out a proposal necklace as he moves his hand away from your mouth.
"I want to be with you even if we can't...I carved this from Norsecole, it has healing properties it only lasts for 10 years"
He doesn't look you in the eye awkwardly tying the necklace around your neck. The pendant of it glimmering beautifully in the afternoon sun with a mix of gold, black, and green.
"I know it's not much comparing it to what you already have, know that I will protect you with all of my heart even if it kills me"
You stare at him with a dumbfounded look on your face before you pull him into a tight hug and peppering the right side of his face with kisses.
This took me over a month because I kept forgetting about it then writers block kicked in. Tell me if it not that good I'm just getting started fr so I want to get better. Also give me your opinions not on how the story will go it's already set on its course, tell me what I can do better ya know
I'll try to keep up with my writing and make sure that pt2 it's absolutely amazing 😖
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I started watching The Rookie like 2 days ago and Tim Bradford reminds me so much of Damian like it's uncanny I swear to everything good on God's green Earth they are the same person Tim's just white and D's Arabic and white. If I were to shift to a WR where Tim and Damian were able to meet they would realize (but deny) how similar they are like they could be the same person I'm not kidding😭. I'm almost done with the first season my ADHD is killing me rn
Helps me with my cheer stunts like he does them to see if they're too hard for me to do cause baby I got issues here and there😭but the fact that he can do some of the crazy shit freaks me out. like obviously I know here that he's Robin and trained by the League of Assassins but in my DR I DON'T KNOW then this RAT walks away with an "I'm just that good" typpa look on his face then he'll help me once his ego chills out (which is not a lot) he pisses me off but I love him
He likes reading romance books like I read THOSE types of romance books he does NOT, he reads stuff that could be a shoujo manga then tells me that he reads those because he's "bored", but the books actually hit though. So I forced him to watch Cinderella not the cartoon I mean like Brandy's Cinderella he said he wasn't going to like it but he loves that movie and knows every word and he'll hum "Do I love you because you're beautiful?" I don't think that he realizes that he humming.
I've been trying to get him to watch more Disney movies like the stuff I grew up with:
Princess and the Frog 7/10 (translation: 100/10) was pissed when Ray was killed.
Mulan 7/10 (100/10) he loved it said that Mulan was a true warrior.
Danny Phantom: 10/10 he binged watched that shit in my dorm after I fell asleep I woke up at 3 am scared the shit outta me fr but he LOOVED IT
Prince of Egypt 10/10 he lowkey didn't want to watch it cause it was a religious musical but since I asked him he watched it with me. I'm Christian he knows this and he asked about ONE of my favorite bible stories so we watched the movie he was on the edge of his seat he adored the musicality and the animation. He loved the song "The Plague" and I'm sure he going to ask if we could watch it again but "Deliver Us" hit him hard
Coraline -10/10 he loved it but slept in my dorm that night cause he was scared and had a nightmare I am so sure he thought the other mother was in his room
I think his reactions to stuff are cute I can't I miss him😫 I'm still working on the part 2 reworks of the night we met cause it was flaming dog water anywooo...How are you?
Damian hates but loves nicknames like he'll call me Beloved, Princess, my love/darling. I call him shit like: Lil' D, Shakespeare, DW, Dee, DeeDee (from dexters laboratory which he (sadly) doesn't understand cause he's never seen it), and Princess pissy. he hates it but he'll answer to them, and only those names if I call him babe maybe he'll answer but if I call him by his name he'll get all pouty and shit.
I have ADHD so I bounce from interest to interest project to project and he will pick up whatever I'm interested in for example rn I'm into crocheting and I'm selling them here and in my DR. When he found out that I was selling them my mans flabbers were gasted at the prices.
"You mean to tell me that a shirt you wasted three whole days crafting is worth a mere $35? At the very least, it should be priced at $120 if not more anything less is an insult to your craft. Have you no sense of respect for yourself?"
"Dawg they're high school students no one at this school has that kind of money"
Then he proceeds to "fix" (raise) my prices making a website for me and sending it to Jonathan and Alfred cause they are the only ones that know that we are dating.
I drag him to school events he hates it but he'll go with me and he's at EVERY basketball game cause I'm the cheer captain the one time I didn't drag him with me he thought that he pissed me off to the point that I didn't want to be around him. He was waiting in my dorm with a bag of food for me and my favorite milkshake.
I honestly couldn't think of anything else to add but anywhoo I love him though he struggles to express his emotions I'm also remaking Pt.2 cause I hate it... ask me anything
Once they got to their first hour he was already done with you. He sat in the back near the window, and she followed and sat right next to him.
"Of all the available seats, you deliberately chose the one beside me."
"you should be grateful that I even decided to help you, Shakespeare"
You say dramatically as you put your stuff down on the floor next to your seat, feeling his eyes boar a hole Into the back of your head cause of the nickname.
"As if you have the slightest understanding of Shakespeare."
He shot back at you obviously irritated
"Boy please I've seen The Lion King and Gnomeo and Juliet over 50 million times, so I think I know a thing or two"
you say matter-factly with a triumphant grin on your face. Before he can argue back the teacher walked in, causing the groups of students scattered around the room to scramble to their seats causing the room to fall silent.
You hold back a laugh as you watch his cheeks and ears turn red with anger before he shoots one last glare at you before he opens his notebook completely ignoring you.
It's been 35 minutes since you last verbally bothered Damian, throughout class you tapped your foot and didn't stop, when you did you drew on your hand the sound of your multi-colored pens Click, Click, Click irritated him, you looked around non-stop and looked over at his paper.
"at least she stopped talking"
He thinks to himself looking back at the board right when he looks down to start taking notes again, before his pen can even lightly graze the paper a hand with colorful flowers drawn from the base of her middle to right after her wrist.
"What"
He hisses swatting your hand away from in front of his paper as he continues to take his notes on Analytic Geometry.
"Can you explain what she just said I wasn't paying attention?"
"Is your attention span so limited that you can't focus in class?"
He asks sharply glaring your way but stopping short. Guilt. a strong sense of unknown guilt washed over him as he looked into your eyes. a feeling he's felt before but can't put his finger on why.
"fine"
He leaned in and quickly explaining what you were confused about, before leaning away and trying to focus on the board mindlessly taking notes, before turning back to you squinting a bit, muttering to himself
Sorry, this took so long every time I would click save as draft it would either delete it or save Pt.1 then Tumblr logged me out and I couldn't log back in
First FanFic if there's anything that should fix or work on please tell me I need the criticism
Damian Wayne x Fem reader
This is based off of my DCU DR... if you don't believe in shifting keep it to yourself cause I could careless I wrote this for fun. Reader is based off of me cause I love me. Reader, Damian and most of the people they interact with are in the 10th grade unless said other wise.
CW: slow burn like REALLY slow, swearing, reader has ADHD because I have ADHD, Split POV?
"Today is going to be a great day."
You stare at your reflection in your dorm bathroom mirror, leaning onto the sink to inspect your face. No glaringly red pimples—well, except for that one. Without hesitation, you pop it.
"I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it," you complain to yourself, grabbing a pimple patch and slapping it on.
With an approving nod to yourself, you back away, rush out of the bathroom, and immediately trip over a pile of clothes. You barely catch yourself before face-planting.
"Shit ok, note to self put these away before they actually kill me."
You shake it off, grab your backpack and cheer bag, and speed out of your dorm, locking the door behind you. As you make your way to the school building, you slip one AirPod into your ear and adjust your bags.
"Good morning!" you chirp, greeting every person you pass.
"You're late," a voice says the moment you reach the school stairs.
You scoff. "Nope, I’m right on time, actually."
Alex, one of your best friends since you transferred in the middle of ninth grade, rolls her eyes. The rest of your crew—Mia, Terra (yes, that Terra, the one who’s supposed to be dead), and Brinley—are already there, chatting about their schedules. After a few minutes of catching up, you all head inside to drop off your stuff before class starts. The last thing you need is to be late—especially since detention means suspension from the cheer squad.
It was inefficient, mind-numbingly dull, and filled with people he had zero interest in interacting with... well that's what he told his father. But here he was black backpack strapped tightly on, security lock in place (only he and Alfred knew the combination), wearing the standard Gotham Public uniform in blue, white, and black. In his hands, a single sheet of paper listed his dorm and locker number, along with his class schedule on the back.
After several frustrating minutes, he finally located his locker. Right next to the bathroom.
"This is disgustingly unacceptable."
He scowled, reluctantly opening it and arranging his belongings inside. He grabbed his massive binder capable of holding twelve six-subject notebooks along with his sketchbook and pencil case.
BANG!
A locker slammed shut next to him, the noise so sudden and aggressive that Damian whipped around, fully prepared to fight.
Instead, he found himself face-to-face with you.
"Are you new here?" you asked casually, balancing an absurd number of things—an oversized laptop that clearly wasn’t for schoolwork, a bag stuffed with library books, and a tiny, overstuffed backpack that was one bad tug away from falling apart.
But the thing that really made him frown?
That obnoxiously colorful pencil case sitting on top of your stack.
He scowled on instinct. You were chaotic. Loud. Distracting. He already disliked you.
"We have the same classes!" You say looking at his schedule over his shoulder "Cool. I'll show you around come on," already walking off without waiting for a response.
Damian blinked. Is she just assuming I'm going to follow her?
A part of him wanted to ignore you. Another part, the one that always sought information and efficiency, decided it was the most logical course of action. With an irritated sigh, he shut his locker and followed.
You lead him through the hallways, weaving through students while Damian silently trails behind.
“This is the cafeteria. The food is actually pretty good for a public school, but oh my goodness, whatever you do DO NOT try the mystery meat unless you wanna meet God early.”
Damian barely listens. He’s too distracted by the fact that ‘mystery meat’ even exists in a place meant for education and the absurd number of people who stop to talk to you.
Everywhere you go, someone waves says hi, or stops to chat. People throw out gossip, random compliments, and even inside jokes.
You know everyone.
It’s exhausting just watching you socialize.
Damian, used to go unnoticed unless he wanted to be seen, and he found it deeply irritating. He didn't like unnecessary attention. He didn't like small talk. And he definitely didn't like how effortlessly you commanded every room you walked into.
As you continue to weave through the crowded room, students keep stopping you some to say hi, some to ask questions, and a few just to gossip for the hell of it. Damian watches, mildly horrified, as you effortlessly jump from conversation to conversation.
"Anywho," you continue, not missing a beat, "the library is on the third floor, but I swear its haunted, so if you hear whispering, just keep it moving."
Damian raises an eyebrow and scoffs. "There is no such thing as ghosts."
You stop and turn to look at him with the most offended look you could possibly muster. "Says the guy who has classes with me, meaning he takes Advanced Mythology AND Paranormal Studies. Boom."
He opens his mouth to argue but then immediately shuts it.
"Touche," he says after clicking his tongue in annoyance.
You grin before turning on your heels to continue the rapid tour. Makeing sure that the tour ends right outside of your first-hour class.
By the time the first bell rings, Damian has already learned several things: You are absurdly social, you have way too much energy for one person, you talk with your hands, aggressively. (He nearly got smacked twice already, you are completely, utterly, and unapologetically YOU.
And for reasons he can’t quite explain yet,
But, it doesn't annoy him as much as he thought it would.
it took me 2 days to write this mainly because I was crocheting and working on my script buuuuut I'll try to make the next parts in about the same time span unless I get grounded 😶
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just wondering if you have anymore mer reader in the works 😏
also! i hope that your doing well!!
and can i be 🌕 anon? :)
You can absolutely be 🌕 anon! And, I do! Here's the final installment of:
Human!Damian x Mer!Reader
Part 9
Masterlist is Here!
"I'll need everyone's attention before we continue into the next exhibit, please."
Damian's voice is clear but firm, no room for argument in his tone, and his tour group all quickly quiet down to watch him. He rewards them with his well-practiced Customer Service Smile, nodding once.
"Thank you," he says. "This final exhibit is the pride and joy of Gotham Aquarium: the Mer tank. I can already see hands raised, and I'll open the floor up to questions in a minute. We're going to cover the rules first."
He holds up one hand, raising a finger as he goes.
"Rule number one: absolutely no flash photography. Take as many pictures and videos you want, but you have to leave the flash off. Our mer's eyes are sensitive to highly-focused levels of light, and you could temporarily blind them. Rule number two: do not knock or beat on the glass. It is several inches thick and reinforced, but you can still startle and disturb the mer. Rule number three: please...please stop flipping off our mer. They've learned to mimic their handlers and some of the guests, and it took weeks to make them quit it. If I see a bird, notice a flash, or catch you banging on the glass, everyone will be asked to leave."
He drops his hand, looking at every guest expectantly.
"Got it? Everyone say yes, Damian."
"Yes, Damian," the crowd echoes back, a mixture of amusement from the adults and excitement from the children reaching his ears. He gives them another practiced smile and reaches for the door.
"Great. Then step right in. Fan out and look around as much as you want. You can ask any questions now."
"How long has Gotham Aquarium had the mer?" One adult immediately asks, examining the seaweed on the bottom of your tank.
"Almost two years," Damian replies. "The anniversary of their arrival is in a month. We've got a small party planned to celebrate."
"What's the mer's favorite color?" A child asks him, gently tugging on Damian's pant leg to get his attention. His smile becomes more genuine.
"Green," he replies. "They love green things. I see your hair clip is green. They'll probably stare at you when they come out."
The little girl gasps, eyes wide. "Really!?" She turns and runs to her dad. "Hey daddy! The mer likes green, and my hair clip is green! The mer will like me!"
More questions come that Damian answers with ease. He paces along the floor and casts his gaze upward, examining all the little ways your tank has been changing overtime.
Your rock collection has grown substantially since Damian started painting more for you. He gives you a new one every day, and you have them proudly scattered all along the floor to decorate your enclosure. You've also taken to moving your seaweed around; instead of one, big stretch of it to hide and sleep in, you've uprooted it and made it into a series of little hiding places. He can also see some weighted toys lying around that one visitor asks about, happy to explain how you use them for enrichment.
"When's the mer come out?" Another one asks, leaning against the glass. His eyes are practically glazed over from disinterest. "Is it sleeping or something? These tickets were like forty bucks and I'm just staring at rocks and water."
There's a loud thud against the glass behind him. The man yelps and whips around to find you with your hands pressed against the wall, eyes wide and teeth bared as you stare right at him.
"Oh, shit!"
Damian sighs, but he's smirking. You love startling unsuspecting guests; it's your second favorite activity. He watches the others flock to you once they realize what happened, and you perk up and examine them all with a much more pleasant smile.
"Daddy, I can't see," the girl from before complains. Her father gently hoists her up onto his shoulders, and you immediately take notice.
You push off from the glass and swim around the edge of the tunnel to examine her as closely as possible. You tap one claw on the glass, then gesture to your head, and the little girl gasps and beams.
"They see it!!! They see my hair clip daddy!!" She chirps. She tugs it off of her head and holds it up for you to see better. Your pupils widen and your tail swishes gently back and forth, deeply intrigued.
"Obviously, this is our mer," Damian speaks up, and he tells them your name. "Their breed is found in shallow, fresh water. They thrive in warmer temperatures, and they're very rarely alone. You can typically expect them to travel in pods of at least three, though more commonly up to six or seven."
"But Gotham Aquarium only has one mer?" A guest asks, while you make playful grabs for the clip to no avail. "Aren't they lonely, then?"
"There was a big adjustment period for them when we first acquired our mer," Damian nods, "but they have a dedicated team of caregivers that ensure they aren't lonely or bored. They've bonded with several of us very well. Even though they recognize that we don't live underwater, they still see us as pod-mates."
"How long did it take to bond with them?"
"Great question," Damian says. He watches you give up on snatching the clip and start swimming around the tunnel to examine the other visitors. "It took them about ten months after arriving to learn to trust me. We started off slow: I would use a remote-controlled robot to deliver their buckets of food and then dump it into the water. Then I would enter the room where the top of the tank is, and hand it to them with a long pole. Then I got rid of the pole and set the bucket on the lip of the tank, and stood back while they retrieved it. When they got used to me being around, we started working on small tricks."
Damian lifts his hands, wiggling his fingers to catch your attention. You lock eyes with him and give a knowing nod, swimming up until you're positioned directly above him. He waves his left hand clockwise, and you swim in slow, clockwise circles. He waves his right arm next, and you switch and start spinning counter-clockwise.
"This is all done humanely and voluntarily, of course," Damian explains while the guests watch on with rapt attention. "If there's a trick they don't want to perform, they simply won't do it. We don't force them into doing anything, including coming out during tours if that's not what they want. Some days they just aren't up to saying hello, and that's fine."
He drops one arm and uses the other to make a broad waving motion. You mimic the action. He points at one of your toys, gesturing for you to grab it and bring it over. You glance at the one he wants, then ignore him and decide to go back over to the little girl and admire her hair clip some more.
"As you can see, they like shiny objects, especially if they're green. They've got a small collection of aquatic-safe objects in their hideaway. All breeds of mer tend to have hoarding tendencies, and ours is no different."
Damian gives the group a few more facts about you and your general behaviors, answers some more questions, and then inevitably has to call it when the same guy complaining about ticket prices decides to photograph you with the flash on. You flinch and rub your eyes, then dart away out of sight.
"All right, everyone, please come this way," he calls, in that cordial but no-nonsense tone again, and holds open the door. "This concludes your tour of Gotham Aquarium. Please exit this way in an orderly fashion."
"Aww.."
"Nice job, jackass. We were supposed to be in here for at least twenty more minutes."
"I didn't think he was serious! I forgot to turn the flash off, so what!"
"That was kinda cool. Sucks we couldn't stay, though."
There's a tug on his pants again. Damian looks down at the little girl, who fidgets nervously.
"Um...is the mer gonna be okay? Are their eyes hurting a lot?" She asks. Damian knees down to her height and offers her another smile.
"They'll be fine," he promises. "I personally check on them every day. What's your name? I'll tell them you said hi."
"Um!" The girl blushes, eyes wide. "It's Rosie! Thank you mister!"
"You're welcome, Rosie. I hope you had fun today."
"So much fun!" She agrees, then turns to her dad and reaches up to take his hand, walking out of the tunnel. "Daddy, daddy! When I grow up I wanna take care of mers, too!"
"Okay, honey," her dad chuckles, "but you're gonna have to do your homework if that dream is gonna come true."
"Aw, man!....okay. I'll do my math sheets for the mers..."
Once the room is cleared, Damian closes and locks the doors. He hangs around just long enough to ensure no stragglers try to swing back around, then drops the Polite Tour Guide persona and heads for the staff elevators with a scowl. It's a matter of minutes before he's in the locker room, swapping out the Aquarium polo and khakis for his wetsuit and then trudging into your tank entrance.
"Rule one!" He complains to Jon, who is already sitting on the lip of the tank and filling a puzzle cube with treats for you. "No flash! It's the first rule, and someone breaks it almost every single day we're open! One day I'm going to hit my limit for these witless miscreants and start punching people."
"So, tours didn't go super well I take it," Jon says, not even sparing him a glance. He's heard different versions of this rant at least five times and doesn't react to it anymore, having quickly come to understand that Damian is just Like That. "You gonna go do the eye exam already or should I call my dad? Y'know, the actual vet?"
"He's never as thorough as I prefer. You know that. Also: shut up, who asked you?"
"You're a joy and a delight to work with, Wayne."
Damian ignores him and grabs a rebreather and situates it over his mouth, ties the bag of eye equipment around his waist, steps up onto the edge of the tank, then dives. The water swirls around him, an all-encompassing and welcoming pressure. He starts pedaling his arms and legs, headed for the direction you sped off at the end of the tour.
He finds you in the middle level of your tank, about a floor down, curled around an underwater tree limb and rubbing your eyes. You squint at him when you notice his presence and trill, the water vibrating slightly around you.
Damian quickly goes to work, pulling out one tool at a time to check on your eyes and how well you can see. You're perfectly fine, just annoyed, but he considers having his father enact a total ban on any cameras in the tunnel when tours come by. Just because you're fine now doesn't mean it'll stay that way every time.
He points upwards, to the surface, and you nod. You take his hand and pull him along, your powerful tail carrying him faster than he ever could on his own, and soon you're both above the water and treading it calmly.
"Welcome back!" Jon grins, waving your puzzle toy at you. "Refilled this for ya. Your record for getting all the treats out is six minutes. Think you can break that today?"
Your eyes narrow and you reach for it eagerly. You can smell the squid and shrimp tucked into each compartment, which are your favorites; absolutely you will be getting those out in six minutes or less.
Damian pulls himself up to the lip of the tank and both boys watch you poke, pull, and prod at the components of the puzzle box. It's not long before you're collecting your spoils and eating them triumphantly. Jon checks his timer and notes that you beat your previous record by over a minute and a half.
"Are you surprised?" Damian huffs. "They're brilliant. They could learn to do just about anything with enough time and practice."
You preen, chittering your agreement. That's why Damian is your favorite caretaker; he's never doubted you since getting to know you, not ever.
He did forget something, though. You toss the puzzle box back at Jon and make grabby hands, face expectant.
Damian immediately clears his throat and looks at Jon, cheeks turning the barest shade of pink. "I need you to go and fetch the shears. The vine growth on the middle level of the tank is beginning to obscure vision and easy travel."
"You didn't bring them with you?" Jon frowns. "Dude. They're all the way on the bottom floor in the maintenance closet. It's gonna take me like twenty minutes to get back here."
"Then you'd better make haste."
"Why can't you do it?"
Damian scowls at him. Jon throws his hands up and climbs to his feet.
"Fine! Haven't gotten my ten thousand steps yet anyway," he grumbles, heading for the door. "Don't play hide and seek without me! I've just gotten good at finding spots I can fit in!"
You chitter and chirp, amused, then focus on Damian again once the doors go your enclosure snap shut.
Damian faces you, the pink in his cheeks worsening. He fiddles with the bag tied to his waist and avoids your gaze.
"I, ah..." He starts, working his jaw in thought. "The girl whose clip you liked. She says hello. Her name is Rosie."
You blink, waiting patiently for him to get to the point.
"I was asked about how you've adjusted to life here without pod-mates. I told them you have a pod in us. That you're not alone here despite being the only one of your kind in Gotham Aquarium." Damian swishes his feet slowly in the water, following the same rhythm as your tail. You drift a little closer.
"And you've adjusted very well, Princess," he continues, voice turning soft. "I can't thank you enough for giving me a second chance to care for you. I want you to know that it means everything to me."
Damian meets your gaze again, and there it is. There's that pair of gorgeous, emerald eyes you adore. You drift even closer, resting your palms on the backs of his calves, and smile up at him. He smiles right back.
"You noticed I don't have another rock for you," he says. You nod. "It's because I didn't bring you a rock this time."
You frown, huffing. Damian chuckles.
"You know I kept the scales you gave me," he admits, recapturing your attention. Your eyes widen, heart starting to pound in your chest. Was he about to give them back? You didn't want them back. "They're beautiful, Princess. I keep them in a jar in my bedroom, and I look at them all the time. They make me happy every time I see them. I wanted to give you something like that in return."
Your heart pounds faster. It sounds like he's about to do what you've wanted from him for what feels like forever. Your grip on his calves tightens, wide eyes searching his own.
"I don't ever want you to doubt how much I care about you again," Damian says, pulling your gift out of the pouch on his waist.
It's a beautiful, emerald pendant on a gold chain, the jewel the same shade as his eyes. You're immediately captivated, reaching up with a trembling hand to cradle the necklace to your chest and admire it more closely. The gentle, rippling water of your tank reflects against the surface and makes the shine of it seem to undulate all around you. It's the most wonderful gift you've ever gotten.
"I hope... I hope that you'll accept this token of courtship," Damian finishes quietly.
You look up at him with tears in your eyes and trill loudly enough to make his ears ring. You tug frantically at his legs and he obediently slips back into the water, letting you wrap your arms around him and squeeze tight, tight, tight. He squeezes you right back, resting his chin on top of your head.
"I love you," he mumbles into your hair. You warble it back as best as you can, nuzzling into him, then lean up and gently press your lips against his. He presses right back, shivering but not from the chill of the water.
Jon finds the two of you like that when he returns with the shears twenty minutes later. He just sighs and rolls his eyes.
"First of all, finally. The will-they-won't-they drama was killing me. Second of all, you could have just said you wanted a moment alone, dude. It took me forever to find these! Do the vines even need trimmed down?"
Damian just smiles and hides his face in your shoulder. They don't.
y/n needs to get married more...Reader should be married more! why would i date a guy for years and not marry him? give me some stability, give me married smut, give me married people fluff. gimme honeymoon nights first time sex, i dont care. give me true love, commited love, put a ring on it!
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