Damian Wayne x Reader
Today, a new member joins the Teen Titans. I’ve researched her – Black Canary’s protégé – and frankly, I doubt she’s a worthwhile addition. We’re waiting outside, anticipating her arrival with Black Canary.
Two motorcycles appear. Canary dismounts, then the Reader – she’s removed her mask. As I see her, a flicker of… something. Beautiful, yes, but I must focus. Teamwork. My internal monologue is interrupted by Reyes and Garfield’s blatant commentary.
“Woah, she looks amazing. Never expected a hotty on our team, especially Canary’s prodigy,” Gar said, grinning.
“Same here, amigo. She’s quite *maravillosa*. Bet she’ll go out with me,” Reyes responded, flexing.
“Nope, amigo. She’s mine,” Gar retorted, puffing out his chest. I intervened, cutting through their bravado.
“Enough. Will you both just shut up? She won’t go out with either of you,” I stated flatly. Starfire, predictably, intervened.
“Are all three of you done discussing our new teammate?” she asked, her tone sharp.
Black Canary raised an eyebrow, and the Reader glared directly at me. I met her gaze with equal intensity.
“Well, with that out of the way, Teen Titans, I’d like you to meet your new team member, (Y/N). She’s advanced in her fighting skills and has mastered the canary cry,” Canary announced. The Reader waved briefly. I continued to glare, already certain I’ll despise her.
And I was right.
***
Your POV
This week has been exhausting. And Robin… Damian… has been infuriating. It’s as if he actively hates me. I feel the same about him, frankly. How do the others tolerate him? I was lost in these thoughts while walking through Titan Tower, heading for the main room. I rounded a corner and collided with someone. I looked up, and there he was. Damian.
He glared down at me. “Watch where you’re going, (L/N).”
“Me?! Why not you, you brat? *You* watch where you’re going!” I retorted, matching his aggression.
Nightwing intervened before things escalated. “Enough, both of you. For the past two weeks, you’ve been at each other’s throats. Can’t you at least try to coexist?”
“No!” we both snapped in unison.
***
Two years later.
You and Damian were sparring, pushing each other to their limits. Two years since I arrived at the Titans. Wondering what's happened between you and Damian? It's a love-hate situation, unexpected. You'd fight over the smallest things, irritating the team.
During the spar, your concentration faltered. Damian seized the opportunity, disarming you and forcing you to the floor. He stood over you, a smirk playing on his lips.
“What were you thinking about, (L/N)? I could tell you were distracted,” Damian asked, his voice low.
“None of your concern, brat. Mind your business,” you snapped, attempting to regain your footing.
He simply ‘tched’ and extended a hand to help you up. You grabbed it, and he pulled you up too quickly. You stumbled, colliding with his chest. You looked up, ready to lash out, when he surprised you.
He kissed you. Straight to the lips, without warning. Shock paralyzed you for a moment before you reciprocated.
After a few minutes, you pulled back, breathless. You stared up at him, wondering why. He anticipated your question.
“I’s been waiting to do that for a long time even though you always fought with me and I did the same… I just didn’t know how to tell you my feelings.” Damian said, his gaze intense.
The Reader was shocked. Was Damian Wayne confessing his feelings? You thought that you had been thinking about him a little too much lately. Damian was looking at you, waiting for a response but since you didn’t he spoke up.
“(L/N) you surely have a way of showing your affection towards me” Damian said while being blunt. "Hey you try to give all this time to process shesh its not that easy to speak up when someone kisses you then confesses to you all at once" you responded harshly.
“Dammit you always have to ruin something don’t you with your attitude I don’t even know why I told you how feel.” Damian argued back. “Then next time don’t do something all at once and then expect a response, brat” You responded. This got Damian mad so he pushed you against a wall and just kissed you roughly and you just acted upon this by trying to push him away but gave up.
He pulled away, whispering into your ear, “Don’t call me brat or else I won’t hold myself back.” He was breathing on your neck, making you blush. You sighed, realizing you’d been holding your breath.
“I hate you on so many levels, Wayne,” you hissed.
“I love you, (L/N), even if you get on my nerves,” Damian said, his voice a murmur against your neck.
This relationship with Damian Wayne is going to be both good and bad.