Bruh no spoilersđ¨đ¨đ¨đ¨
Also will you accept a request for Loa!Damian? I can send it over with prompts right awayđ
i woke up in a cold sweat one night and wrote that part and it was a âoh yeah itâs all coming togetherâ moment so yeah thatâs how snippet came to be
also iâm high key dumb and my brain isnât working rn because school sooooo..... what dose Loa mean?
Pairing: Tim Drake x nb!reader (itâs not super romance heavy but I might do a part two)
Prompts: n/a this is purely self indulgent
Summary: sometimes life gives you lemons and sometimes life tells you your best friend and the guy you hate are the same person, your not sure whatâs worse
Warnings: n/a
A/n: is this canon compliant? no. does it make much sense? not really. do I like and did I have fun writing it? absolutely. read at your own risk Masterlist also this should be totally nb but if you see anything thatâs gender solid please let me know so I can fix it
Word count: 2k it got to long but thereâs plenty of material for a second part (wink wink nudge nudge)
Secrets Spilled
Rich people suck. More specifically, rich teenagers suck. You should know, you go to school with one. Tim Drake, the pride and joy of Gotham Academy and the adopted son of Bruce Wayne. Was he actually adopted? You didnât remember but that didnât matter. Mr. Wayne has a habit of picking up strays almost as bad as Batman and Tim Drake was lucky enough to end up under his umbrella of wealth.
You had 3 classes with Tim Drake. He was smart and most of the teachers liked him well enough, in fact most of the school liked him. You however hated him. Sure he was cute and he seemed nice enough and you couldnât quite put your finger on it but something about him was just off. Like he had some big secret or something.
No one at school seemed to agree with you on that. They all thought he was a perfect angel so you stopped trying to convince them of your anti-drake agenda a long time ago. Thankfully you had one person in your life who always listened to your rants.
âHe sounds like a douchebag,â Red Robin said, sitting cross legged on your bed with an ice pack against his lip. Through some minor computer shenanigans, aka illegal hacking (nothing to bad), you had met and become close friends with none other than Red Robin.
It was a mutually beneficial friendship. For him it was an apartment almost exactly halfway between safe houses so on nights like tonight when he was a little bloody and bruised heâd stop by and youâd help patch him up. For you it was a captivated audience for your late night rants.
âOh he totally is! Thank you for that, no one ever agrees with me,â You rolled your eyes thinking about how many times youâd heard people gush about the billionaire brat. You sat down across from him and opened the first aid kit youâd just dug out from under your bed.
You were too busy rifling through the various bandages and ointments to notice your vigilante friend desperately trying to hide his smirk. âYeah no problem,â
âHeâs way smart too, which is super annoying.â You found the healing gel you were looking for. âI swear heâs hiding something, he must be like an alien or a robot or-â You looked up to see a laugh-suppressing-grin on the heros face, âDonât laugh, I'm serious! This guy is a pain and just because heâs hot people let it slide!â
Red's face went completely serious and you couldâve sworn you saw his cheeks tint pink underneath his domino mask but then again his left side had a sizable cut on it so you really couldnât tell. âYou- you think heâs hot?â
âThat is so not the point I'm trying to make!â You rolled your eyes and dabbed a bit of gel on the cut. âBut yeah, his looks are like, his only redeeming quality.â Once you had laid a thin layer against the cut you used some butterfly bandages to hold it closed. It was exactly pretty but it would heal well, and the gel would make it nothing but a small scar in a week or so. âYou know, you kinda look like him. Is that what you're hiding?â You used this opportunity to tap the bottom edge of the mask, resisting the urge to just take it off right then. âRugged good looks and a billionaire smile.â
âOh ha ha,â He retorted sarcastically, lightly moving your hand away from the fabric. Youâd be lying if you said you werenât dying to know his identity. Itâs not that he didnât want to tell you, itâs just that heâd heard you complain about his alter ego enough times to worry about your reaction, plus the whole âyour-life-would-be-in-constant-danger-if-you-knewâ thing. Lately heâd found himself going out of his way to end up knocking on your window and he didnât want what you had to change.
âYou're no fun.â You huffed, hoping off the bed stashing the first-aid kit once again. You heard a small buzz and knew that Red had gotten an alert.
He stood up, and listen for a second. You could only guess he was getting instructions via earpiece. âGot it, Iâm on my way.â He called over coms before turning back to you with an apologetic look.
You spoke before he could get an apology out. âLet me guess, some goonâs breaking open an ATM and everyone else is busy?â
âPretty much yeah,â He ducked under your windowsill onto your fire escape. âThanks for the help. I donât know where I'd be without you.â
âProbably at that robbery already,â You gently shoved him the rest of the way through the window and bid him farewell. You watched him grapple off into the dim moonlight before getting back into your bed. Over the past few weeks youâd started staying up later just in case a certain someone happened by, this of course made that full 8 hours a little harder to come by. You didnât really care though, a little less sleep for a little more time with him seemed like a fair trade.
The next morning finally came and you werenât exactly pleased to hear the familiar beeping of your alarm clock. Still you forced yourself out of bed, pulled your uniform on and got your stuff together before heading out the door to another day at Gotham Academy.
You didnât have any classes with Tim on Fridayâs but you usually saw him passing you in the hall or at lunch. Today was different. One might even say he was avoiding you, but why. You saw a glimpse of him quickly heading away from you before second period, and at lunch you got a great view of the back of his head for about 30 seconds before he ducked out to go who knows where. Sure, you werenât exactly friends but today it seemed heâd gone completely out of his way to make sure you didnât see him. And it was pretty successful, at least until you literally collided with him.
School had let out and you had almost left the building before you remembered youâd left something behind, on your way back to your locker you turned a corner without caution and slammed into him at full force. It was a classic early 2000s movie scene, papers and books flying and strewn across the floor, both parties crouching down to collect up their scattered items and inevitably accidentally grabbing the wrong paper or two.
âAh sorry, iâm so sorry I didnât see-â Thatâs when you actually saw who it was youâd bumped into. âTim?â You handed him the printed out english paper that definitely wasnât yours.
âSorry, I should have been watching where I was going.â He apologized as you both stood up and placed your papers in your respective books bags. Something about him was even more off then usual. He wouldnât even meet your eyes, in fact he kept his gaze firmly to his left. Maybe heâd somehow heard you complain about him and now he wanted nothing to do with you. Maybe youâd messed it all up.
You were about to awkwardly say bye and shuffle off when a locker a little ways away from you slammed shut, startling you both and causing Tim to finally look to his right.
âWhoa what happened to your face?â You asked leaning in slightly to see the hefty gash that had been carefully held together with butterfly bandages. âThat looks just like,â It clicked. âhOLY-â
âSHHH!â Tim acted fast, he clapped a hand over your mouth, effectively putting your mind shattering realization on silent and rushed the both of you into a thankfully unlocked maintenance closet nearby.
Suddenly a bajillion pieces were falling into place in your mind. Tim cursed. âGod, if you know now what I think you know youâre gonna have a lot of questions. So I'm gonna move my hand but you have to be quiet about it. Ok?â He spoke softly and full of concern. After all, he may have just caused a massive overload in your brain. Your kind of enemy and your closest confidant were the same damn person, who knows what that could do to someoneâs psyche.
You nodded profusely, still unable to even conjure a sound. Slowly Tim lifted his hand away from your mouth and watched you closely. You didnât say anything for a beat, you just stared back at him and then, âWhat the actual fuck! Youâre him and heâs- which means- I mean all this time- and⌠what?!?â
âUmm yeah?â In all honesty this was going better than Tim had imagined it would. Whenever heâd envisioned you finding out it usually started with you cursing him out and ended with you never talking to him again, but now here he was. You hadnât cursed him out exactly and you were kind of still talking to him so overall, better than expected. âI wanted to tell you ages ago I swear. I just know how you feel about⌠well me,â He gestured down to his civilian attire. âand I wasnât sure how youâd react.â
âAll this time,â You were still definitely in shock. âAll this time you were him and he was you! And you never told me! I talked about you to you! I called you hot!â
âOh yeah, thanks by the way.â A shit eating grin had made its way onto his face and you were not pleased.
âOh fuck off!â You sunk down to sit on a little step stool that happened to be in the closet. âI canât believe I was so dumb. I mean how did I not see it sooner!â
Tim crouched down in front of you. âTo be fair, we put a lot of effort into keeping our secrets.â
âWe? Wait a second! If youâre Red Robin, that makes Batman-â
âYup.â
âAnd Nightwing-â
âOh yeah.â
âSo Robin is-â
âA total pain in the ass. But yeah, itâs Damian.â
âHoly shit!â
Tim finally let himself laugh a bit at your reaction. You were smart and he knew that, there had been a few times over the past few weeks when he thought you might put it all together and heâd gone out of his way to cover it up. Including (but not limited to) a leaked story to the tabloids about a Tim-Drake-kidnapping-attempt that was thwarted by the one and only Red Robin.
While the tabloids werenât the most believable sources it had planted a seed in your brain that Red Robin and Tim Drake were in the same place at the same time. Of course thanks to that cut on his cheek he wouldnât need to lie to you anymore.
âDonât laugh! I canât believe I didnât see this months ago. I mean your stupid mask doesn't even cover that much!â You exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air to emphasize your point.
Tim lightly grabbed your arms and brought them back down. âOk ok, iâm serious but you seriously need to calm down.â He still had a massive grin on his face.
âI am calm!â You defended. âI mean considering. Wait, how did this start? Did you have to train long? When did you find out who Batman was? Is he really a Vampire?â You rattled off questions a mile a minute, finally the shock and slight annoyance had given way to pure curiosity.
Tim looked around the small maintenance room, contemplating a really bad idea. âI canât explain anything else here, but if you want I can take you to the Batcave? I mean youâve already guessed most of the secrets and even if I don't tell you the rest youâll probably figure it out anyway.â
a/n: I broke 2k and couldnât figure out a satisfying ending so I just called it here but if yâall show this one some love iâll do a part too (guest appearances and everything)
taglist: @starship-argo @reveriecore @luvcoy @instabull @littlered-fangirl click here to be added :)
hey yâall, sorry for the delay on part 3 this past week I got way sick and then my school glitched out and my GPA got fucked and pretty much itâs been a shitty time buuuut iâm working on it and it should be out soon along with some other unrelated fics that are in the works :)
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Love and War (but mostly war): Part 2
Paring: damian wayne x reader (she/her pronouns mentions vaguely)
Summary: Being the partner of Damian Wayne comes with its own difficulties. Especially when you're both hot tempered teenagers who don't know how to talk to your crush.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, mild swearing, damian being a stubborn bitch,
A/n: as promised pt2!!! i hope you all enjoy! title banner and end banner were both made by @maysdigitalarts they are very talented and really nice so check them out!!! also this is only kinda proofread so read at your own risk äš(â˘-â˘)ă
Word count: 2.5k
Part 2/?: part one -- next part: coming soon
requests are open click here for more info
Spending spring break in Wayne manor had its ups and downs. Ups included a huge library in the south wing, delicious homemade meals every day, and the best water pressure youâd ever experienced. The downs included 9 hours of training daily, getting lost while trying to find a bathroom, and having to spend way too much time with your arch enemy.
Technically he's not your enemy. At least heâs not supposed to be. After the fight you had last week you couldnât be sure. Youâd had fights with Damian before but this felt different. Usually after a fight he'd sulk for a few hours but then it would go back to normal, but this time it didnât go back to normal. Damian had been avoiding you for almost 8 days.
You knew the fight ended too soon and you both had more to say but if he was going to act like a child and ignore you then you werenât going to stop him. You still had to patrol with him but it was considerably quieter. The manor was big enough for the both of you and after a few days youâd figured out his schedule and how to get around him. Tim let you train with him, so as long as you stayed on your side of the gym and Damian stayed on his you didnât have to interact with him at all.
It wasnât until the 4th day of break that you had to talk to him. Bruce had to go meet with the league for the day so training ended early. You had a couple hours before dinner and decided reading would be the best use of that time. You walked down one of the many hallways lazily dragging your hand along the wall until you reached a door. You couldnât remember exactly where you were but you were about 75% sure there was a couch in this room, so you pushed the door open.
Inside you found tall ceilings paired with dark wallpaper, a tall window with the thin white curtains pushed out of the way, and a couch. Actually it was three couches but after 4 days staying here you'd gotten used to the large amount of furniture that was there for no reason.
The couches formed a square with the open side facing the window lined wall. The first two couches were empty but when you stepped farther inside the room you saw someone sitting on the third one. Of course the one room you picked to go into also happened to be the one room Damian was sitting in. He looked up from his sketchbook and immediately frowned.
There were two options in front of you. You could back out of the room and leave him be but then youâd be backing down from something that might not even turn into a fight which made you seem weak so really you were left with only one choice. You straighten your back and closed the door behind you, officially leaving you in a room alone with Damian for the first time since the fight. You walked over to the couch facing the windows head on and sat down on the side farthest from him. He watched you the whole time but you paid him no attention, instead you simply opened your book and began reading.
You felt his eyes leave your form and you let out a quiet breath. You heard a page turn and a pencil being dragged lightly across paper. It had been over a week but nothing seemed to be getting better between you and him. Patrols were a nightmare beforehand but now that heâd switched from constant criticism to almost no comments you found that you preferred the former.
Damian's pencil against the paper was the only sound in the room and yet the silence seemed so loud. You hated it. You hated having to avoid him all the time. You hated not being able to talk to him anymore. You hated how far away he felt even when he was right next to you. You hated that you didnât hate him as much as you used to.
You never realized how much you talked to him until you didnât. It was a weird feeling to miss someone when you hadnât even known you cared about them. You honestly just wanted to apologize and let things get back to normal so as you sat there staring at your book you decided to take action. So you took a deep breath, swallowed your pride, opened your mouth, and prayed to god that something would come out.
âLook-â
âDamian-â you both spoke at the same time. âSorry, you go first.â You apologized.
âNo, you can go first.â He replied almost nervously. That couldnât be right, he never got nervous.
âUh I was just going to say, well Iâve been thinking lately,â
âYou?â He asked sarcastically.
âOh haha, really funny. Will you just listen for a goddamn second.â He was not making this easy. âI know we havenât been talking much ever since, well you know and uhh.â You couldnât find the right way to word it. You were still too stubborn to outright apologize but you knew he would never say sorry unprompted. âYouâve just seemed⌠off, lately and if it has something to do with me-â
âIt doesnât.â He cut you off. âIâm not âoffâ and even if I was you definitely wouldnât be the cause.â His expression was blank.
âWell jeez you donât have to be so rude about it.â You sneered back at him. âWhat were you trying to say anyway?â So much for your apology.
âIâve convinced father to change our partners.â His voice was flat and he seemed bored with the conversation.
âYou what?â You stood up. You couldnât believe he actually did that without talking to you first.
He stood up as well and was a few inches higher than you. âWe donât work well together, you canât tell me you donât agree.â
âI donât! Weâve been a great team! Remember the Penguin pen raid or Mr. Freeze's death ray thingy.â you exaggerated your point by waving your hands through the air. âWe stopped those. Together. You canât just go around changing things without asking me first!â You were fuming.
âSure I can! We only stopped those villains because of what I did, you just got in the way.â he pointed at you.
Here we go again, the blame game. The endless cycle of âhe did this, she did thatâ. You were so sick of it. âThatâs bullshit and you know it. I can hold my own on the field just as well as you can. And you know what! I donât even want to be your partner anymore.â
âNeither do I! You can go play hero with someone else while I do all the real work. I never wanted you on the team in the first place!â He stared you down and if you werenât so fired up youâd probably be intimidated.
âGod youâre so annoying! You think you're so great and no one can even come close to you but in reality youâre exactly like the rest of us!â
What were you doing? This wasnât what you wanted. You wanted to apologize and make things right but now here you were screaming at him again. You almost couldnât help it. Fighting him gave you a sort of rush that you craved. It was like a drug and you were addicted to the pain. You didnât want to fight him but it was the closest thing to a conversation youâd had in over a week and at this point it was enough to satisfy your need.
âIâm going to prove that I'm better than you. Iâll do it on my own too!â You told him.
âGo ahead and try!â
You were full on shouting at each other now and it could definitely be heard in outside of this room. âI will!â Both your heads snapped to the door when you heard a knock echo through the room.
Dick was standing at the door looking at the scene heâs found. âWoah.â He said awkwardly. He clearly didnât know how to handle the situation heâd just stumbled on.
You grabbed your book pushed past him and into the hallway. Anger was clouding your mind so once again the fighter ended too soon.
Damian watched you walk out before turning around and groaning. âI canât believe her,â he muttered to himself. âShe is insufferable, inexperienced, beautiful annoying, piece of work i have ever met.â
âYou think sheâs beautiful?â Dick asked, a slight smirk on his face. It probably wasnât the best choice of words.
He looked back at him with an almost offended expression. âWhat? that's ridiculous! I- No I donât!â
âWell thatâs what you said sooo,â
âYouâre hearing things Grayson,â Damian defended. âI would never say that out loud.â
âOh of course never out loud, just in your hea-â
âSHUT UP,â
You spent the rest of the day hiding in the guest room. You planned on staying there forever and letting yourself fade out of existence but alas, you still had patrol. Of course Bruce was gone so you couldnât really ask for a night off and you couldnât go off on your own since you were still technically new to crime fighting. So Damian was your only option. âFuckâ
You went down to the cave and suited up without so much as making eye contact with him. You could totally keep this up for the next few hours, you wouldnât get very much done but you wouldnât have to talk to him so that was a bonus.
You had set up shop on some random rooftop near crime alley before hearing reports of multiple gun shots over the police scanners and you both rushed to commotion. Usually youâd survey the scene but that required communication with your partner so instead you wasted no time and jumped into action. That was a mistake.
You had no idea that you were jumping right into a fire fight and you had no idea that they were expecting you, which led you right into their trap. Fantastic. After a grueling fight and metal chair to the back of your head you were knocked out
When you came too you found yourself in a small darkish room that kind of looked like the inside of a shipping crate. The floors were cold underneath your now gloveless hands as you pushed yourself into a sitting position. The only light in the room was coming in from a thin crack along one side which you assumed was the door.
Squinting through the darkness you saw Damian sitting on the opposite side of the room from the light. You picked your head up a little too fast and became violently aware of your splitting headache. âOw, what happened?â
âWeâve been captured.â He answered flatly.
âOh really, smartass? I hadn't noticed.â You sneered back at him while standing up and heading towards the door.
âAsk dumb question get dumb answers.â He shrugged and copied your movements but stopped a few feet away. âAnd itâs locked, Iâve already tried everything.â
You rolled your eyes and felt around the door, trying to get a feel for mechanics. âCan you shut up, maybe it doesnât hurt to try again.â Finally you realized that it didnât have any internal locking systems and the only way to unlock it was from the outside. âDammit.â You cursed and hit the steel wall which hurt a lot more than you thought it would. âShit,â You shook your hand.
âWell that was just stupid,â Damian scoffed at you, taking your hand to examine it. He always did that sort of thing on patrol so you didnât pull away or even really register what he was doing. It was just sorta normal for the two of you to look after each other's wounds.
âOh I'm sorry, is my frustration not smart enough for you?â you sneered back. âAt least I'm trying something.â You looked around the small dark room, determined to not look him in the eyes.
âI told you I already tried everything. You were out for a while, I was wor-â He released your hand and cut himself off. âYou definitely bruised it but youâll be fine.â Was he about to say he was worried about you? That was definitely not the kind of thing he vocalized.
You reluctantly thanked him and began pacing slightly trying to think of something else to try. âOk so how do we get out? Canât you use those ninja skills you're so proud of and like⌠kick it down, or explode the lock or something?â You watched him walk to the back of the box and sit down on the floor.
âWell if youâd taken a moment to actually think youâd notice that outside that door there's about 20 armed guards, and inside this box thereâs one highly trained assassin and one amuture. Neither of which have their utility belts. But I have a plan so will you just sit down?â said motioning towards a spot near him, or at least you though you did your eyes still werenât quite adjusted to the lighting yet.ďżź
He was right, the odds were not in your favor. Even if you could get out you wouldnât make it very far. âI am not an amuture.â You said pointedly while walking to a side wall and sitting down. âAnd Iâm sitting down because I want to, not because you told me to. And whatâs this plan your so sure of?â
âAs soon as you went down i knew weâd lost so i sent out a signal. They took our belts somewhere else so the team will go there first and then have to find us but it wonât take too much longer now.â He explained calmly, actually this was the calmest youâd talked to each other in a while. It was nice, refreshing.
âOh so youâre saying without me you couldnât take on a few no name thugs? Interesting coming from the boy who claims he doesnât need me.â You smirked at him, for some reason he was having a really time with his word choice today.
âOh please you were would have been killed if i hadnât lay them take me. And Batman would be pissed if he came back to one of his protĂŠgĂŠs dead.â He countered, rolling his eyes at your accusations. Clearly whoever had you didnât want you dead otherwise they would have done it already but they probably would have banged you up a bit more. Had he really given up a fight just to save you a few bumps and bruises?
âAh i see, and you wouldn't have cared if i was dead?â You theorized, smugly.
âNot in the slightest.â
A/n: ahh thank yâall so much for the support so far part one got quite a bit of momentum so hopefully this part does just as well :)
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this man has my heart and soul. for obvious reason
are you taking request???
absolutely! unless expressly stated in my bio or navigation iâm always open for requests
iâm a little back up right because of exams and work but i spend almost all my free time writing so once my life calms down a bit iâll be putting out a lot more stuff on the regular (theoretically lmao)
honestly getting requests and interactions motivate me to write more so by all means request away đĽ°
Can you PLEASE do Damian Wayne with 2,4, or 5?
dearest anon i would love to add this request to my to do list but iâm not totally sure which section you got those prompts from đŹ this list has a fluff, angst, and neutral section that have prompts 2, 4, and 5 so i was just wondering which of those you wanted
Incoherent The Falcon and the Winter Soldier spoilers
No one:
Bucky and Sam: *old bickering couple*
Not a soul:
Zemo: sugardaddyáľáľ
Not even the supersoldiers:
John Walker: *the most hated mcu character in existence*
Hi!! Just wanna say i love your recent Tim Drake fic! It's so hard to find any Tim Drake fics that aren't for fem readers đ I'm glad you made it gender neutral!! Youre an amazing writer :D
ahhh thank you!!!! Im so happy you liked it!!!
p.s. this genuinely gave me the first motivation to write in like 2 weeks
âIn America we donât believe in kings. We believe in baseball.â
- Kyle Johnson, Luck of the Irish
oh for sure that makes the most sense
Paring: damian wayne x batgirl!reader (batgirl for now)
Summary: Being the partner of Damian Wayne comes with its own difficulties. Especially when youâre both hot tempered teenagers who donât know how to talk to your crush.
Warnings: Mentions of blood and mild swearing
A/n: Ok so this is actually a rewrite of an older fic under the same name. I really liked this prompt but i thought i could do a lot better so i decided to try. this new revised version is going to be multiple parts, enemies to lovers, slight slow burn, with a side of fluff and extra helping of angst. hopfullly this one is even better then the last one. also the support divider was made by @maysdigitalarts ;)
Word count: 1.5k iâm pretty sure
Part 1/?: next part- coming soon (i swear)
Also in desperate need of requests:) info on that here
Being a superhero can be difficult. It can be even more difficult when your partner is an absolute dick. So for you being a superhero was very difficult.
You didnât choose to be partners with Robin but as the newest Batgirl you found it came with the job. It turns out Robin was just as unhappy with this predicament as you were.
You tried to be friends with him at first, but after about 2 weeks you realized you werenât getting anywhere and gave up. After you had proved your skills to Damian he stopped complaining about being partnered with you on patrol but he didnât stop criticizing your every move. His comments led to more than one petty argument.
He was an asshole to you whenever he got the chance but somehow your over romantic heart decided the shit eating grin that he wore whenever he beat you at sparring was very attractive. You couldnât help but think he secretly wasnât so mean. Once when you got hurt on the field and he had to bandage you up before taking you back to the cave, he seemed worried and it was almost like he cared about your well being.
You remembered taking on 3 thugs and how the last one pulled a knife out of nowhere. He thrust it towards you before you could react and it sliced across your forearm. You knocked him out with a swift kick and turned to see how your partner was doing, almost forgetting about the cut. It wasnât a terrible wound but the blood made it look a lot worse than it was.
Damian punched the last man, successfully knocking him out before looking over at you. You heard sirens in the distance and he motioned for you to follow him to the roof. You remembered the climb being painful but you didnât want him to lecture you about being weak so you sucked it up and kept climbing.
When you had reached the roof he was already listening to the police scanner, looking for your next hit. You had walked over to him and sat on the ledge with your back facing the street. You examined the cut and tried not to make any noise. Thatâs when Damian looked up and saw your blood covered arm. You were surprised at how quickly he rushed to your side and pulled out a bat-aid kit.
âWhen did this happen? Why didnât you tell me you were hurt? How deep is it?â He had bombarded you with questions while wiping off some of the blood.
âIâm fine, itâs nothing. Just a scratch.â You smiled unconvincingly and winced when his gloved hand passed over a particularly painful spot.
âDonât lie to me. I can tell when you are.â He didnât look up at you or stop but he was more gentle after that.
âOh? Whatâs this? Could it be the one and only Robin is worried, about me?â You had exaggerated shock in your voice.
âTT of course not,â He replied stiffly, finally glaring up at you. âIâd just prefer it if my partner didnât pass out from blood loss.â You remembered the pain of the cleaning alcohol on the fresh wound. You had hissed slightly at the feeling but sucked in your breath to avoid any further embarrassment. âThere, youâll live but from now you don't hide things from me. Got it?â
That was almost 2 weeks ago but the memory was still clear in your mind. Ever since then you noticed Damian checking on you more often. For a short time you thought this was finally the beginning of a possible friendship but eventually brushed it off as him thinking you were weak or something like that. It seemed a bit more on brand after all.
Today had been pretty shitty to begin with so patrol was pretty much a guaranteed nightmare. Your bus was late so you didnât get home on time and then you had a mountain of homework to do. Studying had been pushed to the back burner ever since you had started officially working with Batman so you had fallen a bit behind on schoolwork and it was all catching up to you.
Damian had some intel about a drug deal so you both decided to have a mini stakeout and see who showed up. He told you to be there by 10 but you lost track of time and didnât end up arriving until well after 10:30. This provoked a very boring lecture about time management that you were definitely not in the mood for.
The drug deal went down as expected and you and Damian jumped in to round up the bad guys. It was going fine until one of them slipped past you and managed to escape.
âDamnit!â You exclaimed as the back door swung shut. âIâll get him!â
âNo, don't!â Damian yelled after you but you didnât listen. You heard him curse and something that sounded like a batarang hitting a wall before the noises blended together and eventually faded.
The man was fast and you were about a block away from the fight when you finally caught up to him. âGotcha now, asshole.â You smirked as he was backed into an alleyway with no way out. He smirked back and knocked on the door next to him. 11 more thugs emerged and you realized just how bad you had messed up. âOh youâve got to be shitting me.â You muttered under your breath while backing up ever so slightly.
One of the men spoke up. âAw whatâs the matter little girl? Donât tell me youâre scared.â He laughed and others joined him. You let him take a few more steps so he was within your range before grabbing a batarang from your belt and throwing it at him.
He was caught by surprise and had to swerve to avoid the sharp tool. This was exactly the reaction youâd hoped for and gave you time to lunge and land a solid hit to his stomach. He fell back into two of the thugs with a grunt. A man a bit more to your left shouted some profanities at you before charging. You dodged and he ran right into a dumpster, effectively knocking him out.
â2 down, 10 more to go. So whoâs next?â You said boldly, despite the odds being very much not in your favor. 3 men launched at you from different angles and you dodged but the move forced you deeper into the alley so there were now 4 men in between you and the exit. âWell shit.â Thatâs when your knight in shining armor showed up to save the day.
âWell shit times 2,â You muttered.
Damian hit harder than normal and you knew it was because youâd run off without him. Usually heâd wait until you got back to the cave to lecture you but today he didnât seem as patient. âI told you!â Punch. âNot to!â Dodge. âChase him!â Kick.
âThis might come as a shock,â You grabbed an old book from the trash and threw it at someone. âBut I donât take orders from you.â
âYou donât take orders from anyone apparently.â He sounded angry. Really angry. He started ranting something in a language you didn't quite understand but you had a pretty good guess as to what he was saying.
It took about 10 minutes to knock out the rest of the men and tie them to a street lamp. You had alerted the police and could hear sirens in the distance which meant it was time to go. You turned around and saw Damian was already climbing to the rooftop.
âWhere are we going now?â You asked once youâd reached the rooftop as well. You were hoping to brawl with a few more thugs before the night was over. Fighting always helped you relieve stress and right now you have a lot of stress to relieve.
âWeâre going to the cave.â He replied simply walking fast and not stopping to let you catch up.
âWhat? Already? Itâs only like midnight. Iâm sure thereâs some more douche bags that need to be caught.â You knew he was mad at you but cutting a patrol short? Heâd only ever done that once or twice in extreme situations. He didnât respond but instead jumped down off the roof into an alleyway where his motorcycle was waiting. You assumed heâd called it there while he was walking.
âGo back to the cave. Iâll meet you there.â He finally spoke, before speeding off and leaving you alone.
You watched his silhouette disappear down the street and let out a loud groan. âGreat, now I get chewed out for trying to stop the bad guy,â You grumbled. âThis is definitely not what I wanted to do tonight.â You called your motorcycle to you and it showed up a minute later. You hoped on and headed to the cave, already trying to think up good arguments for the conversation that you knew was coming.
Once you pulled into the cave you parked your bike. You saw Damian was leaning his back against the medical table and he had his arms crossed over his chest. His mask was off and you could see the anger in his eyes as they watched you hop off your bike. Dick, Jason, and Tim were standing nearby but you didnât pay them much attention. You walked up to Damian who glared at you but didnât say anything
Youâd done the whole âSilently stare each other down until the other person says somethingâ thing a few times but today you didnât have the patience to try and wait him out. You took off your mask so that your eyes could met his. âLook, I know youâre a little upset with me-â
âA little upset?â He cut you off, pushing himself off the table and taking a step towards you âIâm pissed!â 3 heads from across the room turned towards the brewing fight. âI specifically told you not to chase him.â
âThatâs why you ended the patrol?â You asked in disbelief. âBecause I did something you didnât want me to?â
âYou ran off on your own. Thatâs not ok.â He stepped closer again and you were forced to tilt your head up slightly to maintain his gaze.
âOh please you run off on your âLone wolfâ bullshit all the time.â You saw the other boys getting up out of the corner of your eye but still didnât acknowledge them.
âThatâs different.â He seethed with anger and you still couldnât understand why but at this point it didnât matter to you. You had bottled up almost all your harsh feelings towards him and it was finally spilling over. All the times heâd sneered at you or told you to give up on being a hero were flooding back and fueling the anger in the pit of your stomach.
âBecause youâre better than me right? Because youâre the one and only Damian Wayne, son of Batman and the greatest goddamn Robin to walk the earth!â You raised your voice letting sarcasm steer your words. âYouâre mad because I donât take orders from you and your over sized ego canât handle that.â
âIâm mad because I canât trust you!â He shot back, raising his voice to match yours. âWeâre supposed to be partners but youâre too stubborn and immature to listen to me. This isnât just about tonight and you know it. I canât do what needs to be done if Iâm too busy trying to make sure you donât get killed.â There it was again. The ghost of concern buried deep under his tone.
âI can take care of myself just fine. I donât need you to save me like I'm some damsels in distress.â
âReally? Because I had to save you tonight!â This made you furious. You went to respond but a black and blue gloved hand had already found its way over your mouth. You hadnât even realized how close you were to Damian until Dick was pushing the two of you apart. And you two had been pretty damn close.
âThatâs enough!â Dick exclaimed, sounding very annoyed. âYouâre supposed to be a team and instead you two have been at each otherâs throats ever since you were paired up.â
âItâs all her fault-â Damian started but was cut off.
âFirst of all, I'm not done yet. Secondly youâre both to blame,â Dick said pointedly. âWeâre all sick of your bickering so if you donât figure out how to get along weâre taking matters into our own hands.â he nodded at Jason and Tim.
Tim was sitting on the table that Damian had been leaning on when you arrived and he, unsurprisingly, had a cup of coffee in his hand. Jason was standing next to Tim with a look of slight amusement.
âWhat the hell does that even mean?â
âAt best,âJason spoke up. âwe get you couples therapy. At worst, we lock you two in a room and take bets on who kills who.â
âThatâs not true,â Dick interrupted again. âWeâre not taking any bets,â he corrected.
âYouâre not but me and Tim already have a pot going. Alfreds in on it and I'm pretty sure Bruce wants to join too.â Jason looked at you and winked. âMy moneys on you sweetheart.â
A/n: and so it begins dun dun duuunnnn anywho if youâd like to be tagged in up coming parts reply here i should be posting updates regularly and i wouldnât want anyone to miss them :)
Pairing: Tim Drake x nb!reader (itâs not super romance heavy but I might do a part two)
Prompts: n/a this is purely self indulgent
Summary: sometimes life gives you lemons and sometimes life tells you your best friend and the guy you hate are the same person, your not sure whatâs worse
Warnings: n/a
A/n: is this canon compliant? no. does it make much sense? not really. do I like and did I have fun writing it? absolutely. read at your own risk Masterlist also this should be totally nb but if you see anything thatâs gender solid please let me know so I can fix it
Word count: 2k it got to long but thereâs plenty of material for a second part (wink wink nudge nudge)
Secrets Spilled
Rich people suck. More specifically, rich teenagers suck. You should know, you go to school with one. Tim Drake, the pride and joy of Gotham Academy and the adopted son of Bruce Wayne. Was he actually adopted? You didnât remember but that didnât matter. Mr. Wayne has a habit of picking up strays almost as bad as Batman and Tim Drake was lucky enough to end up under his umbrella of wealth.
You had 3 classes with Tim Drake. He was smart and most of the teachers liked him well enough, in fact most of the school liked him. You however hated him. Sure he was cute and he seemed nice enough and you couldnât quite put your finger on it but something about him was just off. Like he had some big secret or something.
No one at school seemed to agree with you on that. They all thought he was a perfect angel so you stopped trying to convince them of your anti-drake agenda a long time ago. Thankfully you had one person in your life who always listened to your rants.
âHe sounds like a douchebag,â Red Robin said, sitting cross legged on your bed with an ice pack against his lip. Through some minor computer shenanigans, aka illegal hacking (nothing to bad), you had met and become close friends with none other than Red Robin.
It was a mutually beneficial friendship. For him it was an apartment almost exactly halfway between safe houses so on nights like tonight when he was a little bloody and bruised heâd stop by and youâd help patch him up. For you it was a captivated audience for your late night rants.
âOh he totally is! Thank you for that, no one ever agrees with me,â You rolled your eyes thinking about how many times youâd heard people gush about the billionaire brat. You sat down across from him and opened the first aid kit youâd just dug out from under your bed.
You were too busy rifling through the various bandages and ointments to notice your vigilante friend desperately trying to hide his smirk. âYeah no problem,â
âHeâs way smart too, which is super annoying.â You found the healing gel you were looking for. âI swear heâs hiding something, he must be like an alien or a robot or-â You looked up to see a laugh-suppressing-grin on the heros face, âDonât laugh, I'm serious! This guy is a pain and just because heâs hot people let it slide!â
Red's face went completely serious and you couldâve sworn you saw his cheeks tint pink underneath his domino mask but then again his left side had a sizable cut on it so you really couldnât tell. âYou- you think heâs hot?â
âThat is so not the point I'm trying to make!â You rolled your eyes and dabbed a bit of gel on the cut. âBut yeah, his looks are like, his only redeeming quality.â Once you had laid a thin layer against the cut you used some butterfly bandages to hold it closed. It was exactly pretty but it would heal well, and the gel would make it nothing but a small scar in a week or so. âYou know, you kinda look like him. Is that what you're hiding?â You used this opportunity to tap the bottom edge of the mask, resisting the urge to just take it off right then. âRugged good looks and a billionaire smile.â
âOh ha ha,â He retorted sarcastically, lightly moving your hand away from the fabric. Youâd be lying if you said you werenât dying to know his identity. Itâs not that he didnât want to tell you, itâs just that heâd heard you complain about his alter ego enough times to worry about your reaction, plus the whole âyour-life-would-be-in-constant-danger-if-you-knewâ thing. Lately heâd found himself going out of his way to end up knocking on your window and he didnât want what you had to change.
âYou're no fun.â You huffed, hoping off the bed stashing the first-aid kit once again. You heard a small buzz and knew that Red had gotten an alert.
He stood up, and listen for a second. You could only guess he was getting instructions via earpiece. âGot it, Iâm on my way.â He called over coms before turning back to you with an apologetic look.
You spoke before he could get an apology out. âLet me guess, some goonâs breaking open an ATM and everyone else is busy?â
âPretty much yeah,â He ducked under your windowsill onto your fire escape. âThanks for the help. I donât know where I'd be without you.â
âProbably at that robbery already,â You gently shoved him the rest of the way through the window and bid him farewell. You watched him grapple off into the dim moonlight before getting back into your bed. Over the past few weeks youâd started staying up later just in case a certain someone happened by, this of course made that full 8 hours a little harder to come by. You didnât really care though, a little less sleep for a little more time with him seemed like a fair trade.
The next morning finally came and you werenât exactly pleased to hear the familiar beeping of your alarm clock. Still you forced yourself out of bed, pulled your uniform on and got your stuff together before heading out the door to another day at Gotham Academy.
You didnât have any classes with Tim on Fridayâs but you usually saw him passing you in the hall or at lunch. Today was different. One might even say he was avoiding you, but why. You saw a glimpse of him quickly heading away from you before second period, and at lunch you got a great view of the back of his head for about 30 seconds before he ducked out to go who knows where. Sure, you werenât exactly friends but today it seemed heâd gone completely out of his way to make sure you didnât see him. And it was pretty successful, at least until you literally collided with him.
School had let out and you had almost left the building before you remembered youâd left something behind, on your way back to your locker you turned a corner without caution and slammed into him at full force. It was a classic early 2000s movie scene, papers and books flying and strewn across the floor, both parties crouching down to collect up their scattered items and inevitably accidentally grabbing the wrong paper or two.
âAh sorry, iâm so sorry I didnât see-â Thatâs when you actually saw who it was youâd bumped into. âTim?â You handed him the printed out english paper that definitely wasnât yours.
âSorry, I should have been watching where I was going.â He apologized as you both stood up and placed your papers in your respective books bags. Something about him was even more off then usual. He wouldnât even meet your eyes, in fact he kept his gaze firmly to his left. Maybe heâd somehow heard you complain about him and now he wanted nothing to do with you. Maybe youâd messed it all up.
You were about to awkwardly say bye and shuffle off when a locker a little ways away from you slammed shut, startling you both and causing Tim to finally look to his right.
âWhoa what happened to your face?â You asked leaning in slightly to see the hefty gash that had been carefully held together with butterfly bandages. âThat looks just like,â It clicked. âhOLY-â
âSHHH!â Tim acted fast, he clapped a hand over your mouth, effectively putting your mind shattering realization on silent and rushed the both of you into a thankfully unlocked maintenance closet nearby.
Suddenly a bajillion pieces were falling into place in your mind. Tim cursed. âGod, if you know now what I think you know youâre gonna have a lot of questions. So I'm gonna move my hand but you have to be quiet about it. Ok?â He spoke softly and full of concern. After all, he may have just caused a massive overload in your brain. Your kind of enemy and your closest confidant were the same damn person, who knows what that could do to someoneâs psyche.
You nodded profusely, still unable to even conjure a sound. Slowly Tim lifted his hand away from your mouth and watched you closely. You didnât say anything for a beat, you just stared back at him and then, âWhat the actual fuck! Youâre him and heâs- which means- I mean all this time- and⌠what?!?â
âUmm yeah?â In all honesty this was going better than Tim had imagined it would. Whenever heâd envisioned you finding out it usually started with you cursing him out and ended with you never talking to him again, but now here he was. You hadnât cursed him out exactly and you were kind of still talking to him so overall, better than expected. âI wanted to tell you ages ago I swear. I just know how you feel about⌠well me,â He gestured down to his civilian attire. âand I wasnât sure how youâd react.â
âAll this time,â You were still definitely in shock. âAll this time you were him and he was you! And you never told me! I talked about you to you! I called you hot!â
âOh yeah, thanks by the way.â A shit eating grin had made its way onto his face and you were not pleased.
âOh fuck off!â You sunk down to sit on a little step stool that happened to be in the closet. âI canât believe I was so dumb. I mean how did I not see it sooner!â
Tim crouched down in front of you. âTo be fair, we put a lot of effort into keeping our secrets.â
âWe? Wait a second! If youâre Red Robin, that makes Batman-â
âYup.â
âAnd Nightwing-â
âOh yeah.â
âSo Robin is-â
âA total pain in the ass. But yeah, itâs Damian.â
âHoly shit!â
Tim finally let himself laugh a bit at your reaction. You were smart and he knew that, there had been a few times over the past few weeks when he thought you might put it all together and heâd gone out of his way to cover it up. Including (but not limited to) a leaked story to the tabloids about a Tim-Drake-kidnapping-attempt that was thwarted by the one and only Red Robin.
While the tabloids werenât the most believable sources it had planted a seed in your brain that Red Robin and Tim Drake were in the same place at the same time. Of course thanks to that cut on his cheek he wouldnât need to lie to you anymore.
âDonât laugh! I canât believe I didnât see this months ago. I mean your stupid mask doesn't even cover that much!â You exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air to emphasize your point.
Tim lightly grabbed your arms and brought them back down. âOk ok, iâm serious but you seriously need to calm down.â He still had a massive grin on his face.
âI am calm!â You defended. âI mean considering. Wait, how did this start? Did you have to train long? When did you find out who Batman was? Is he really a Vampire?â You rattled off questions a mile a minute, finally the shock and slight annoyance had given way to pure curiosity.
Tim looked around the small maintenance room, contemplating a really bad idea. âI canât explain anything else here, but if you want I can take you to the Batcave? I mean youâve already guessed most of the secrets and even if I don't tell you the rest youâll probably figure it out anyway.â
a/n: I broke 2k and couldnât figure out a satisfying ending so I just called it here but if yâall show this one some love iâll do a part too (guest appearances and everything)
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