Babysitter
a damian wayne and batsis! reader oneshot ft. jon kent | m.list
Summary: your brother forces you to take him and his bestfriend along with you to wherever you’re going
You had a plan. A flawless, well-thought-out, foolproof plan.
Step one: Move quietly.
Step two: Avoid creaky floorboards.
Step three: Do not alert Damian Wayne, resident bloodhound.
You had your hand on the doorknob, your shoes were on.
You had one foot out the door. No one in sight. Freedom just within reach—
“Going somewhere?”
Your whole body froze.
Goddamnit it.
You knew that voice.
You closed your eyes, inhaled sharply through your nose, and prayed to whatever higher power was listening that maybe—just maybe—if you ignored him, he’d disappear.
No such luck.
A second voice, softer but just as damning, followed.
“Uh, I told him we should just let you go, but…”
You sighed. Of course.
With a slow turn, you met the unimpressed stare of Damian Wayne, standing in the dim hallway like the world’s smallest, most judgmental security system. His arms were crossed, his expression far too smug for someone who had no business being awake right now. And right beside him, slightly hunched and looking far too apologetic, was Jon Kent.
You stared at them. They stared back.
Finally, you spoke.
“I knew I should’ve left through the window.”
Jon winced. “Sorry. Again, I did say we should just let you go—”
“But he didn’t,” you deadpanned, shooting a look at Damian.
Damian tilted his head, unbothered. “Because you’re sneaking out.”
You scoffed. “I am not sneaking out—”
“You’re leaving without me. That’s the same thing.”
“It is not—”
“Semantics.”
You groaned louder. “Oh my God, I hate you.”
“Likewise,” Damian said flatly.
Jon, still watching this exchange like a confused referee, hesitantly raised a hand. “I feel like I should stop this.
At the exact same time, without missing a beat, you and Damian both turned to him and snapped—
“You stay out of this.”
Jon immediately took a step back, hands up in surrender. “Ah. Alright.”
You dragged a hand down your face, inhaling slowly before fixing your glare on Damian again.
“So,” you said, voice strained, “what do you want, Damian?”
Damian ignored your question. “Where are you going?”
You deadpanned. “Out.”
“Out where?”
“It’s none of your business.”
Wrong answer.
“Tt. Incorrect. It is my business, because you’re taking us with you.”
You blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me.”
“No, yeah, I heard you. I just don’t think I should have.”
Jon stepped in, looking a little apologetic. “Sorry, he kinda roped me into this,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
You gave him a flat look before turning back to Damian. “And why, exactly, would I do that?”
“To accompany you.”
“Why?”
“You require supervision.”
You stared.
“…I require— Damian, I’m older than you.”
“By an unfortunate number of years, yes.”
You inhaled sharply, clenching your fists. “I don’t need supervision, you little gremlin.”
Jon cleared his throat. “To be fair, I think he means he needs supervision.”
You stared. “You require— Damian, you’re forcing me to babysit you?”
“Tt. Babysit is a strong word.”
“That’s literally what’s happening.”
“I prefer guardian escort.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Yet here we are.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose, inhaling deeply before muttering, “Where’s Alfred?”
“Out.”
“Dick?”
“Busy.”
“Tim?”
“Comatose, most likely.”
“Cass?”
“Training.”
“Jason?”
“Wouldn’t care.”
Your eye twitched. “And Dad?”
Damian raised an unimpressed brow.
“…Right,” you muttered.
Jon shot you another apologetic smile. “So, uh… that just leaves you?”
You let your head fall back with a long, suffering groan. “You are not going out with me.”
“And you’re supposed to be grounded.”
“That’s why I’m sneaking out, dipshit.”
There was a brief silence.
Damian let out a long, dramatic sigh, like you were the most exhausting person alive. “You continue to delude yourself if you think you’ll be able to succeed in sneaking out.”
“I hate you.”
Jon cleared his throat. “Um—”
Your expression softened immediately as you turned to him. “Not you, Jon. You’re fine. You’re good. Damian’s the problem.”
Jon blinked. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a tiny, bashful smile, cheeks just a little pink.
“Oh. Uh. Thanks?”
Damian, meanwhile, squinted. “What the hell?”
You ignored him, turning back to Jon. “See? This is how you behave, Damian. Maybe take notes.”
Damian’s scowl deepened. “I am nice.”
You snorted. “To who?”
“To you.” Damian snapped, like it was obvious.
Jon let out a tiny, poorly suppressed laugh.
You shot him a look. “Jon. Don’t encourage him.”
“Sorry,” Jon said, not looking sorry at all.
Damian scoffed. “So where are you even going?”
“Out.”
“Not without us.”
You stared. “No. Absolutely not.”
Damian just blinked.
Jon shuffled a little, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. “I mean… if you don’t want us to come, that’s okay, I guess…”
And there it was.
The puppy-dog eyes.
You winced.
Damn it.
Jon Kent had mastered the art of looking genuinely dejected, and it was so unfair.
You hesitated. Pressed your lips together. “…It’s not that I don’t want you to come, it’s just—”
“Great,” Damian interrupted. “Then let’s go.”
You groaned. “That’s not what I meant—”
“You’re not exactly convincing me otherwise.”
“I will fight you.”
“I will win.”
Jon coughed. “This feels counterproductive.”
You shot him a betrayed look. “Jon. I thought we were friends.”
Jon rubbed the back of his neck. “I do want to go, though…”
Your eye twitched. You knew he was being genuine. But damn, he was dangerously good at making you feel so mean. You sighed heavily, staring at the ceiling like it held all the answers.
“I hate being the responsible one.”
Damian smirked. “Then be irresponsible and take us with you.”
You snapped your head back down to glare at him. “That’s not how this works, moron.”
Jon stifled a laugh.
Damian just tilted his head, completely unfazed. “Yet here we are.”
You clenched your jaw. Closed your eyes. Took a very deep breath.
Then, begrudgingly—
“Fine.”
Jon brightened. “Really?”
You shot him a look. “Not like I have a choice, apparently.”
Damian’s smirk widened, victorious.
“But there are rules.”
You pushed the door open, already regretting everything. “One: No causing trouble. Two: No running off. Three—” You turned sharply to glare at Damian. “No murder.”
Jon blinked. “That has to be a rule?”
You looked at him, dead serious. “You’d be surprised.”
Damian scoffed. “You act as if I lack self-control.”
“You literally tried to stab a man at the grocery store last week.”
“He cut in line.”
“You pulled out a knife, Damian.”
“And?”
Jon looked as if he was used to this.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You are literally going to be the death of me.”
“Unlikely,” Damian deadpanned.
Jon patted your arm sympathetically. “It’s okay. Breathe.”
“I don’t want to breathe.”
“Understandable, but necessary.”
Damian scoffed. “Are you done yet?”
“Oh, I’m done,” you muttered, pushing open the door. “So done.”
And with that, you stepped outside, the two boys following close behind.
This was going to be a long day.
The night air was crisp, Gotham’s usual symphony of distant sirens, honking cars, and murmured conversations blending into the background as you walked down the quiet streets. The dim glow of streetlights cast long shadows across the sidewalk, but your focus was on the two boys trailing beside you.
Jon was practically buzzing with excitement, barely able to keep himself from skipping as he shot off rapid-fire questions.
“So, what were you going to do?”
You hummed. “What do you think I was gonna do?”
Jon tilted his head. “Go fight bad guys?”
You chuckled. “Nope.”
“Scout for intel?”
“Nope.”
“Secret mission?”
“Jon,” you laughed, ruffling his hair. “Hold your horses, kid. We’re doing nothing of that sort. Not when I’m around.”
Jon pouted but grinned anyway, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt. “Well, then what are we doing?”
Before you could answer, you caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye.
Damian.
The boy had taken two steps to the side, eyes locked on the nearest alleyway, looking entirely too ready to vanish into the night.
“Oh, hell no.”
You reached out, snagging the back of his hoodie and pulling him to a halt.
“That goes for you too, mister,” you said, voice firm.
Damian let out an audible groan. “Tt.”
Jon blinked, confused. “Uh—what exactly was he about to do?”
“Disappear into the shadows”
Jon turned to Damian, frowning. “Dude.”
Damian merely sniffed, looking vaguely offended at the idea that he of all people needed babysitting. “I was merely about to scout the area for any dangers.”
You gave him a flat look. “We’re on a sidewalk, Damian.”
“And?”
You exhaled sharply. “You are not ditching me.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were.”
“Tt. You have no proof.”
“I have a brain.”
Jon held up a finger. “Technically, that’s not proof—”
You turned to him, exasperated. “Jon.”
“Right, right, sorry.”
Damian crossed his arms, unimpressed. “So, what are we doing?”
You just smiled.
Luxurious. That was the only word for the place you were in.
Soft, ambient lighting filled the space, casting everything in a warm, golden glow. The gentle sound of water trickling from an ornamental fountain mixed with the low, soothing hum of instrumental music playing from hidden speakers. A faint scent of lavender, eucalyptus, and something faintly citrusy hung in the air, lulling your body into relaxation almost instantly.
You let out a slow sigh, sinking further into the plush lounge chair as the nail technician expertly shaped your nails. Across from you, Jon was already wrapped up in a fluffy white robe, a cooling face mask spread across his skin, and a woman massaging his shoulders. He looked blissful.
Damian, on the other hand, was sitting stiffly in a massage chair, arms crossed, looking like he was being subjected to cruel and unusual punishment. His expression was set into a deep scowl, but you didn’t miss the way his shoulders had started to relax under the therapist’s touch—albeit reluctantly.
You smirked, wiggling your fingers as the technician moved on to buffing your nails. “Well?”
“Tt.”
Damian’s eyes were shut as if that alone could block out his misery. “You dragged us to a spa.”
You grinned. “I treated you to a spa.”
Damian let out another Tt.
You turned to him, amused. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this.”
Damian scowled. “I don’t see the point.”
“The point,” you drawled, stretching your legs, “is relaxation.”
“I don’t need relaxation.”
“You literally live with Bruce Wayne. You need it the most.”
Jon let out a snort of laughter.
Damian shot him a glare. “Shut up, Kent.”
Jon just grinned wider, looking far too content. “Nope.”
You chuckled, letting your head fall back against the chair. “Face it, Damian. You like it here.”
“I hate this.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I loathe you.”
You didn’t miss the way his shoulders had slowly started to loosen.
Or the way his scowl wasn’t as deep as before.
“You love me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
Jon let out a happy sigh, sinking deeper into his chair. “I knew you had a good plan.”
You shot him finger guns. “Always do.”
Jon chuckled, then suddenly let out a little noise of contentment as the massage therapist pressed into his shoulders just right. He melted into the chair, the sheer bliss evident on his face.
“Aww,” you cooed, reaching over to gently pat his head. “Look at you, kid. Living the life.”
Jon made a happy little noise in response, fully leaning into the massage.
Damian scowled. “Are you coddling him?”
“Yes,” you said immediately.
Damian scoffed. “Ridiculous.”
You smirked. “Oh, I’m sorry, would you like to be coddled?”
Damian’s entire face twisted into disgust. “Absolutely not.”
You laughed, nudging Jon. “See? He’s jealous.”
Jon barely opened one eye, too relaxed to care. “Yep.”
Damian turned his glare to him now. “Shut up, Kent.”
Jon just smiled. “Just saying the truth, Damian.”
“You wish.”
You stifled a laugh, watching Damian attempt to shrink further into his chair, clearly regretting ever coming along. You were definitely going to remind him of this later.
The spa had been a fantastic idea—well, for you and Jon, at least.
Damian? Not so much.
At first, he acted as if he were enduring actual torture. When they tried to give him a robe, he scowled as if they’d offered him poison. When they led him to the massage chair, he sat down stiffly, arms crossed, eyes darting around as though expecting an assassination attempt. The moment the massage therapist placed their hands on his shoulders, his entire body locked up.
“This is unnecessary,” Damian muttered as you and Jon stifled your laughter.
“Oh, absolutely,” you said, leaning back as a technician buffed your nails. “Completely unnecessary. That’s why you’re staying right there and relaxing.”
“I am always relaxed.”
You and Jon shared a look.
Jon, his face already covered in a cooling mask, turned toward Damian. “Dude, your entire body is clenched like a steel beam.”
“Tt. I am merely prepared.”
“Prepared for what? A surprise attack by the scented candles?” you teased.
Damian glared at you, but then the massage therapist hit a particular spot on his back, and you swore you saw his soul briefly leave his body. His lips parted slightly, eyes fluttering for a split second before he forcibly locked himself down again, pretending nothing had happened.
“Oh my god,” you grinned. “You liked that.”
Damian turned his head away, nose upturned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
But he did shift ever so slightly to let the massage therapist work deeper into his back. You and Jon exchanged victorious smirks but wisely didn’t comment further.
Well—except for Jon’s quiet, “Told you you’d like it.”
Damian kicked him under the table.
After a tedious amount of time, Damian had finally let himself relax. Not entirely—he was still Damian, after all—but enough that he no longer looked like he wanted to eviscerate someone.
Jon, meanwhile, had been living the dream since the moment you arrived. You’d made sure to book an extensive package for him, complete with a massage, a face mask, a manicure, and even a foot scrub.
The problem?
Jon’s Kryptonian genes.
The poor spa technicians had no idea what they had signed up for.
It started when they tried using a gua sha stone on his face.
The second they dragged the tool across his cheek, there was a horrifying screech—the sound of something hard scraping against something impenetrable.
The esthetician froze, blinking at the gua sha in her hand.
Jon winced. “Uh…”
Then she tried again. More forcefully.
SCCCRRREEEEEEE—
Damian cringed as the sound echoed through the room, making your ears ring. “That is unbearable.”
“I—I don’t think it’s supposed to sound like that,” Jon said weakly.
The esthetician, determined, switched to a jade roller.
The exact same thing happened.
“Okay,” the woman murmured, frowning. “We’ll, uh, circle back to that.”
Then came the body scrub.
Which was supposed to be exfoliating.
Except the scrub was doing nothing.
Jon, ever the polite one, just smiled sheepishly as the technician literally pushed down with all her strength, trying to get some kind of reaction.
“…You don’t feel anything?” she asked, breathless.
“Uh.” Jon paused. “I mean. It’s kinda nice?”
Damian looked deeply entertained. “This is absurd.”
You nudged him. “You’re absurd.”
“Tt.”
Then came the nail buffing.
Oh, the nail buffing.
The technician tasked with filing Jon’s nails was genuinely putting her whole body into it. You could see her arm muscles flexing as she went back and forth, desperately trying to shape his nails with an emery board that had already worn down to nothing.
At one point, she wiped her forehead. “Are you sure you’re not wearing, like… armor?”
Jon laughed nervously. “Nope, this is, uh, all-natural.”
The woman blinked. Then, deciding to just accept that reality was being weird today, simply nodded.
“Alright,” she said. “We’ll… figure something out.”
Jon beamed. “Thanks!”
You patted his head. “Good job, buddy.”
Jon grinned. “I think this is nice.”
And truly, it was. You were finally getting a break, Damian had sort of warmed up to the experience, and Jon was having the time of his life.
It was peaceful.
It was relaxing.
It was exactly what you needed.
So, of course, something had to go wrong.
The peace was shattered by the sound of screaming outside.
Your head snapped toward the spa entrance just in time to see a group of civilians running past in a panic. Then—explosions.
And the unmistakable whir of something mechanical.
You bolted upright.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”
Jon was already standing, ripping the robe off and revealing his Superboy costume underneath.
Damian, meanwhile, pulled a full Batman move by seemingly materializing his utility belt and weapons out of nowhere.
Before you could even say anything, the two boys were gone—leaping straight out the spa’s open balcony.
You turned to the wide-eyed spa staff, letting out a long sigh.
“Boys being boys, am I right?” You forced a smile, desperately trying to cover up the awkwardness of the situation. “They’re die-hard fans for action. Can’t help themselves.”
For a brief moment, the room was silent as the estheticians exchanged confused glances.
Then, in the most awkward and abrupt way possible, you scrambled to grab your purse, fumbling around as you threw an absolutely ridiculous sum of cash onto the counter—enough to more than cover the treatments, plus a hefty tip for the staff that definitely deserved more than a little credit for surviving this spa chaos.
The technicians just stared at the money, stunned into silence.
You didn’t stick around for questions.
You bolted after the two boys—still wrapped in your robe, your hair tied up in a towel, and your face mask half-finished.
You were praying—praying—that the day would somehow not end up on the news—though you knew full well that was already a lost cause. But hey, at least you were going to have one heck of a story to tell.
You finally made it to the street corner, and saw Amazo-tech robots rampaging through the streets, blasting apart cars and sending civilians running. Jon was in the air, flying between them, lasers shooting from his eyes as he took them down one by one. Damian was on the ground, expertly maneuvering around, slicing through the robots’ weak points.
You were impressed.
But you were also trying not to yell at the two boys.
Because Damian was still wearing his spa robe over his Robin suit.
And Jon still had his facial mask on.
“Just once,” you muttered to yourself, laughing despite the absurdity. “Just once, I want a normal day out.”
But then again, in Gotham, that was never going to happen.
The Batcave had never felt so… tense. The lights flickered above, casting shadows that seemed to mirror the dark expressions of the adults standing before you. You, Damian, and Jon stood side by side, feeling the weight of their scrutiny.
Bruce was standing at the forefront, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his eyes narrow and calculating. Alfred, behind him, looked as if he were about to take away all your privileges for the rest of your lives. Clark had one hand over his face, clearly trying to stifle an impending headache, while Lois had her fingers pressed to the bridge of her nose, fighting the urge to explode in frustration.
The silence stretched on, suffocating. Then, finally, Bruce spoke, his voice quiet but stern.
“So,” he said, voice level. “Would you care to explain yourselves?”
Before you could even open your mouth—
“It was her idea,” Damian said immediately, pointing at you.
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me—”
He met your glare with a simple, “You were the adult in charge.”
You gaped at him. “Oh, so now I’m the adult?! When I was paying for the spa day, you were more than happy to—”
“Tt.”
“Don’t you ‘Tt’ me, you little shit..!”.”
Bruce let out a long, suffering sigh.
Jon cleared his throat. “It all worked out, though. We saved the day, didn’t we?”
The adults all exchanged a look, their faces unreadable for a moment. Lois then shakes her head and pulled out her phone, tapping something before showing the screen.
It was a photo.
A civilian had snapped a very clear picture of the battle—showing Robin, still in his spa robe, kicking an Amazo-robot in the face while Superboy, face still covered in a facial mask, was mid-air punching another.
It was already trending.
Jon looked at it.
Then, sheepishly, he shrugged.
“…It was nice...?”
Clark just let out a hearty chuckle.
“Well, it’s a memorable way to save Gotham. At least you three enjoyed yourselves.” he said, earning a small chuckle from Lois.
Bruce closed his eyes, clearly questioning his life choices. He rubbed his temples as Lois and Clark just share a look. “….We will discuss this later. Go and get yourselves cleaned up.”
It’s safe to say that your grounding just got a whole lot longer.
i had this as a scene to write for undoing fate but it didn’t quite fit into it as much as i’d like it to so it became a oneshot outside of it instead (completely unrelated to undoing fate but you can imagine it happening between chapter 7-9 when they’re posted lol) but hope you guys enjoyed this 🫶
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note : so basically the batboys and what romance movie / love interest character they would are !!!!
BRUCE WAYNE as...
CAPTAIN VON TRAPP ( the sound of music )
no i'm being so fr when i first watched this a few months ago i was so contemplating writing a fic or series of this exact scenario,, like reader is a nanny or something for bruce wayne's kids and they fall in love
take away nazi germany and it's LITERALLY a bruce wayne love story
him and his many kids
he would be slow to warm up at first, because at that time i imagine him to be very robert pattinson, very emo very lonely, very lego batman as in falsely independent
but then he realises he's in love with the person right in front of him, whom his kids adore, and he would do anything for them
DICK GRAYSON as...
JOHNNY MARTIN ( penelope )
if you haven't seen penelope this is your sign to go watch it because james mcavoy plays THEEE most dreamy man i have ever seen
he falls in love with who you are, not what you could be or what other people say you are,, he makes his own judgements and sticks to them, even everything you hate about yourself he sees the beauty in it all
literally ready to give up everything for That person
he may make a silly mistake like johnny did in the filmb, but you gotta realise dick grayson is not the man you want to let get away GO CHASE YOUR MAN GET HIM BACK
anf also the ending scene where johnny and penelope kiss HELLO he is literally putting his whole james mcavussy into that kiss and we all know dick grayson wouldn't half ass anything for the one he's most in love with ;(
JASON TODD as...
PATRICK VERONA ( 10 things i hate about you )
you can't tell me the whole bad boy and miscommunication thing wouldn't happen because it just WOULD
like say after everything's happened, jason too is a little bit emo and is this brooding "bad" kid who smokes in the corner of the library or something and hangs out at bars after school
he wants to make a little extra cash just to be extra rebel (he just doesn't want to ask bruce for money because he's going through a phase) and he doesn't reallllyyy care about the person he's being paid to take out
but then it hits and every time he looks at them angels start singing and they glow like they've been kissed by the gods
TIM DRAKE as...
JESSE WALLACE ( before sunrise )
okay forgive me if i get anything wrong here it's been a very long time since i last watched this movie but
tim has that cheekiness when he's in love that jesse has, maybe not exactly as cheesy (i can't watch the kissing scenes becquse they're so sloppy lol), but he falls and he falls hard
when he likes / loves someone they literally take up every fibre of his being and morph him into a lighter, happier person
he notices the little things, like the scene of wanting to tuck celine's hair behind her ear but being too shy because she already did it ???? that's SO tim because it's like he wants to be this suave macho guy, but he's just a little bit shy at the same time at initiating things
but he's in a european country getting all cultured and he's met this amazing person and he can't just let them get away
DAMIAN WAYNE as...
MR DARCEY ( pride & prejudice )
LOLLL yes i did it i could so totally see damian as like this awkward little thing but he shows he cares with the little things, like noting you prefer to walk so he asks to accompany you as opposed to taking public transport or driving ????
and also the hand thing
is so freaking damian
like he'd be a bit withdrawn, definitely awkward and he doesn't know how to act but he wants you BADDD sooo what daddy wants daddy gets
technically he is royalty right ?? i don't think mr darcey was royal but he definitely held a lot of prestige, so he'll be respected, have the manners he was taught to have growing up and struggle to talk to you any other way than to refer to you as if you were a blessing to walk this earth (but you're his blessing so it's okay)
"I’ve written wooin hcs before over here . But if you want a separate page for him I’ll make another one :)"
Helloo! Yes, yes! I had read it and I particularly loved it! 🌷 That's why I would like a separate page if it's not inconvenient for you. If you can answer, I would appreciate it! :)
❛ wooin boyfriend hcs. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾
𐙚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: +gn!reader. a set of miscellaneous headcanons.
✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none
𐙚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: none.
⟡ ⠀ | When you first start dating Wooin there’s definitely a shared past / history between you guys. I like to think it went on for a time span of years before he finally committed to you. Like nothing about this man screams “Hey I’m going to commit to you now” LMAOO.
But he’s definitely the kind of man who talks to other people and flirts… Yet hates the idea of you doing that very same thing. Probably because of pride or ego but who really knows? I can see him being very possessive even when nothing is officially said about your relationship with him.
✦ The first thing that comes into mind with Wooin is having a very public relationship with a lot of pda. I think it’s mostly shown on social media and he’s very adamant on having you film his street races.
✦ Lots and lots of shopping dates, you guys splurge together !!
✦ Speaking of clothing? You guys definitely match with one another!
✦ I’m convinced he can’t cook so you guys go on lots of restaurant dates and eat out. On the bright side that means you guys travel around a ton.
✦ He already has a lot of of body mods / piercings etc. So naturally I see him with someone who has body mods as well. You guys would get matching tattoos or piercings together.
✦ I think you guys would have a collection together, whether it’s shoes or hats.. there’s this ONE clothing item you guys collect together.
✦ I really believe a man like him could convince you to do ANYTHINGGGG, I mean anything.. like cliff diving, climbing up fences.. just acting bad as fuck 😭. I think he’s a horrible influence, but you might be the one who can mellow him out.
✦ This man looks like he indulges in substancessss… a lil weed iykim..
✦ I feel like he’s so obnoxious with you. Like you can ask him to take a few pictures of you for social media and he’s so quick to ask for camera credits. He’ll photobomb by pulling you into a kiss or something. There’s lots of pictures of you guys together on your spam account, his hand on your thigh… him spending money on you etc.
WEIRD QUIRKS BATBOYS HAVE IN A RELATIONSHIP ── .✦
A/n: I can’t stop thinking about batboys who have gen z humor in relationships like please💔 RELEASE ME. Like imagine these fighting crime then laughing while watching TikTok on a random Sunday??
(Tags: batboys x fem!reader weird quirks)
DICK GRAYSON ── .✦
Emotional Support Golden Retriever BF: Dick will send you a random “I love you” text with 15 heart emojis and the rainbow hearts in one line (ugh DISGUSTING 🤢) followed by “I miss you” five minutes later… even if you’re in the same room. (STUPID MILLENNIAL.)
Chaotic Selfies: He’s the type to send you selfies with the dumbest captions like, “Why am I kinda hot tho?” or “Babe, if you leave me, you’re blind.”
Random Dance Breaks: Dick will randomly break out in TikTok dances in the middle of your conversations. You’ll be arguing about what to have for dinner, and he’ll just hit this (here) saying, “Can’t be mad at this, babe.”
His Comedy Bit: Anytime you trip or stumble, Dick’s like, “Are you falling for me again?” Cue your eyeroll as he grins like he just invented comedy.
JASON TODD ── .✦
The "I Hate Everyone but You" BF: Jason sends you TikToks that scream “us” energy. Think of the “grumpy bf, sunshine gf” trope in meme form.
Trash-Talking Together: He doesn’t even pretend to like people. “He looks like wind whistles through his head,” he’ll whisper to you about someone in a coffee shop, and you’ll lose it laughing.
Petty King: He sends screenshots of your arguments back to you like, “Tell me I wasn’t right tho.” But he’ll also say, “We’re not fighting, I just think I’m funnier.”
Affection, Jason Style: If you’re cold, Jason’s like, “You should’ve brought a jacket,” then gives you his. But only after making a snarky comment like, “This makes me look good, doesn’t it?”
TIM DRAKE ── .✦
The “I Can’t Sleep” BF: Tim sends you memes at 3 a.m. with “this is us” captions. Then he sends another an hour later saying, “No fr, we need to sleep.”
Weird Intellectual Tangents: Tim will randomly look up from his laptop and ask, “Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or 100 duck-sized horses?” You’re too used to it at this point.
Social Media Detective: He likes your posts so fast it’s suspicious and always is the first comment with “❤️” . “How did you see that in two seconds?” you ask. He shrugs. “I have notifications on.”
Soft Nerd Energy: He makes playlists with names like “thinking about you in the Batcave” or “late-night snack runs with you.”
DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦
Blunt Affection: Damian’s the type to say, “You look ridiculous,” but if anyone else says it, he’ll glare and be like, “She’s perfect.”
Random Acts of Service: He’s not into grand gestures, but suddenly your favorite snack is waiting on your desk, and he’ll just mutter, “Don’t make it a big deal.”
Reluctant Meme User: He pretends he’s too sophisticated for memes, but you’ll catch him smirking at one you sent. “It’s not that funny,” he’ll insist, but you know better.
Sass King: If you call him cute, he’ll say, “I know.” But if you ignore him for too long, he’ll sulk like, “I don’t require your attention. But also, why haven’t you looked at me in 10 minutes?”
Do you do batfamily? I literally love your profile aesthetic and I think it would be really cool something like girly reader who is the youngest in the batfamily, I think it would be funny the boys dealing with her and everything. ily🤍
A/n: this literally made me laugh but tysm ily too, but literally i tried to balance this with sass + a girl who likes pink and other colors instead of stereotypical pink girly girl and etc but if this is not correct then sorry because i only have one sister and a brother and i’m oldest out of all of them.
tags: batfamily x girly!batsis
The manor is, of course, dark and filled with heavy, old-fashioned furniture. Meanwhile, you’re room is beautiful with subtle hints of pink decor and white, and a beautiful walk in closet, and your room is the only spot with cozy, neutral decor and soft pinks, which you somehow convinced Alfred was “tasteful and happy”
Bruce pretends he doesn’t notice the little decorative changes you make around the house, like the rose-gold lamp in the hallway or the fresh flowers on the dining table. Alfred, though, secretly loves it because it makes the place feel a little less like a ‘depressive episode’ (I’m convinced if someone suicidal went in that manor they would likely fucking commit at this rate).
“CINDERELLA ARE YOU FUCKING READY?!” ── .✦
When you go to family dinners or galas, the boys have come to expect that you’ll need at least an hour to get ready. They used to complain, but now they’ve just accepted it (even if it means sleeping while standing up waiting) And you’re always perfectly dressed, from your hair to your jewelry.
Tim once asked why you had to wear rings on your ring finger without being married, and without missing a beat, you responded, “Because I need to let people know I have style standards, maybe you can learn a or two about fashion, your dressed like a fucking caveman.”
“ITS EXPLAINABLE” ── .✦
Alfred has somehow become your unofficial shopping partner, knowing all your preferred stores and patiently sitting outside the fitting rooms. He’s the only one who will willingly go with you without complaint, and he even knows which colors you like best
Once, Bruce was caught off guard by a credit card alert because it was awhile someone spent THAT much money and asked Alfred about it. Alfred just responded calmly, “It was for necessary purchases, Master Wayne,” even though the “necessary purchases” included a ton of “designer” things.
── .✦
Damian once challenged you to a chess match, thinking he could beat you easily. Halfway through, you made a risky move, looked him dead in the eye, and said, “You’re about to see a queen move.” Damian lost, and he’s still confused about how it happened.
One morning, Dick said, “Isn’t it a little early for all the glam and glitter?” You just gave him a look and said, “Isn’t it a little late for you to be alive, your social security number is probably one.
YOUR BEAUTY PRODUCTS BECOMING A ATTEMPT ON PEOPLES LIVES ── .✦
Bruce has almost tripped on your eyelash curler twice. The family has also officially banned you from putting skincare masks in the fridge after Jason mistook your green tea gel eye masks for some kind of salad topping (the worse part is… he ate the whole thing and didn’t realize until he went shopping trying to find the exact one until he found it in the skincare aisle instead of the salad dressing aisle…)
Tim opened the wrong drawer in your room once, and it looked like a makeup frenzy had exploded. Lip glosses, nail polishes, tiny skincare samples, and sheet masks cascaded out, and he just stood there, baffled by how much one person could need, (he thought you ran a business for a few days after.)
── .✦
You also gave Bruce a mini heart attack when you told him you wanted a different laptop because “this one’s too boring.” The Batcomputer tech isn’t boring, but you wanted a rose-gold case and “a vibe,” so Bruce ended up ordering one in the exact shade you wanted.
The family group chat is complete chaos. You regularly send pictures of quotes from romance novels, and the occasional inspirational meme with sparkles. Once, you sent a photo of the living room and asked, “Could we get some lighter curtains in here? For my aesthetic and mental well being?”
Whenever someone’s late, you flood the chat with passive-aggressive texts like, “Jason, do you know what ‘be here at 6 PM’ means?” or “Dick, if you’re any later, I’ll be old enough to vote for Kamala at this rate.”
MOVIE NIGHTS ── .✦
You insist on watching rom-coms and dramas instead of the usual action movies. Even though the boys groan, you’ve noticed they secretly enjoy the movies by the end. Tim tried to deny it, but he was caught laughing at a scene in white chicks and you swore to never let him forget it.
Once, you convinced them to watch a “fall aesthetic” movie marathon, complete with hot chocolate and fuzzy blankets. Even Jason joined in, and you teased him the whole night, whispering, “Don’t pretend you don’t love a good blanket.
THE OFFICAL FASHION GURU FINALBOSS 💜 ── .✦
You’ve taken it upon yourself to occasionally “advise” the boys on their fashion. If Tim wears a hoodie that’s “two shades too close to ‘depression’ ” you’ll be the first to tell him. You even convinced Damian to try a collared shirt once, though he looked horrified.
Dick gets roasted the most. He walked out wearing cargo shorts once, and you deadpan, “Going for the ‘i’m so old i saw humans evolve’ look i see.” He didn’t change, but he was clearly a little self-conscious the whole day (he never wore cargo shorts ever again…)
SKINCARE TIPS ── .✦
You’ve taught the boys some random facts they never knew, like the importance of hyaluronic acid for skincare and the difference between ballet flats and loafers. They pretend to brush it off, but you’ve overheard Jason giving roy skincare advice using the tips you shared.
When Bruce had a minor scratch on his face from patrol, you casually handed him concealer. “Just dab, blend, and don’t tell anyone,” you said. He followed the instructions without a word (he used to do that before, just impressed you also knew)
THE BABY OF THE FAMILY ── .✦
As the youngest, you know how to work the “baby sister” angle like a pro. The boys are fiercely protective, and any time you need a ride, money for something “totally essential,” or help with homework, you can count on one of them stepping up.
Once, you asked Damian to grab something from a high shelf for you, and when he hesitated, you hit him with, “Guess i really am alone without a good brother..” He ended up grabbing it for you with a grumble, but you swear you saw him smirk.
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Second divider: @cafekitsune, other dividers not sure I kinda forgot sorry
Lost In The Shadow
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Batfam x zen'in!batsis!reader x jujutsu kaisen
sypnosis: living as Bruce Wayne daughter already hard enough. it's more harder when you're one of Zen'in survivor and the only jujutsu sorcerer in the family full of Vigilantes.
italics=speaks in japanese
warning: using a lot of ocs, people from jujutsu kaisen are already aged up to adulthood, post-culling game arc(jkk ending), swearings, abandonment, death, child trauma, i hate happiness, english is not my mother language, female reader insert, spoilers, violance vigilante stuff ykyk, etc.
[Name] had an ideal life from the beginning of her life. A small family, a good relationship with her parents, a friend to stay with, all the dolls she desires, and a family vacation in a tiny cabin on the "land of the rising sun" side of the country. [Name] never dares to forget a memory from childhood. It's unfortunate that such a recollection didn't endure for very long. They were forced to leave the country and go to New Jersey in order to escape the chaos there.
They landed in Gotham City, which is gloomy and full of crime, very different from what the young girl had anticipated. Her father reassured her that nothing would ever come her way, and he said this with the same smile that instantly calmed her thoughts. She nodded and smiled at him, knowing that it was only the calm before the storm. and folks who traveled far and wide for them following her parents. What followed was a hazy recollection buried beneath her sorrow; her father perished in an explosion, and even today [name] can still hear the deafening noises ringing in her ears. She pondered whether he would still be alive if she followed her mother's advice. Would he hold her close to him again? Her mother pulled her away from the site as the explosion's impact shattered the surrounding area, and she ran away to a place where the people who were pursuing her would never find her.
Nothing is ever the same. [name] is struggling to reintegrate into her former shell; she lost a piece of herself in that explosion, and almost three months have passed, yet nothing will ease the pain. She begins to miss her old home, her buddy, the cabin, and most of all, her papa. The young child even begins pleading with her mother to allow her to return to Okayama and resume their previous way of life. However, the woman gently declined, instead showing her affectionate caress for her daughter's hair without providing a reason, only the consolation of a puppy that sprang out of her shadow can temporarily ease her anxiety. and at such a young age, her cursed technique manifested.
She was wearing a cute [color] dress one day in their rented flat, and her mother was wearing the same dress. Were they anticipating a visitor? For whom might her mother be waiting? Her mother hurried to open the door of their apartment after hearing a gentle knock, and a man with blue eyes entered the room. He glanced at the woman with his cool, analytical façade; it was a face he recognized but couldn't identify. She was startled when the man's sharp gaze found [name] peeking behind her bedroom. "Zen'in, you've been hiding this the entire time?" As she welcomes him into the small flat, her mother's eyes narrow.
"Touche, like you would settle down for our sake if I stayed, Brucie," she remarks in a tone which seems almost sarcastic; she is annoyed enough to allow this man into their HER lives once again.
“[name] dearest come here would you? we have a guest coming.”
However, her mother's unpleasant tone shifted to one of compassion, as if she couldn't bear to vent her annoyance on her adorable young girl—never. her daughter nodded. Her small dress fluttered as she jogged a little to where her mother and the man were after [name] left her room at her mother's request (order). Like a leech clinging to its blood vessel, the girl stood near her mother. she saw him, Though she doesn't yet understand the language, she has seen the tall, famous man on television a few times, and her [color] eyes are adoring him attentively. Her mother left them alone while the older woman retrieved something from the back, leaving them awkwardly staring with shy, cute eyes. Bruce tried to strike up a conversation with the girl in the dress, but she only gave him confused and unsure answers. He realized that there was a language barrier between them and paused for a moment. He knows that her mother must have raised her in her mother tongue, Japanese, and possibly a few other languages from her stepfather's side, her papa's side.
When her mother finally comes back with the young child's bag, she leads them out of the small flat and into a luxurious suv. Let's say they go on a great adventure together. She still puts a barrier between herself and Bruce, but she still had fun even though the feeling was different without her papa by her side. When she returns after a run to retrieve a fallen flower from a nearby tree, the two are having an adult conversation.
"You have no idea, Megumi; there are tons of threats in my life. and I can't let the path I've picked put her life in harm. She's already lost.. Someone she cared about. Give it a second thought, Megumi.”
"It's safer with you rather than me; they're hunting me; they've got my husband. Bruce, and I won't let them get hold of my girl, not when I'm still breathing and still can fight."
“You can feel her loss, can you Bruce? If anything or anyone I trust to take care of my girl. I trust you and Pennyworth the most.”
As the voyage comes to a conclusion Night will arrive and they will head back to the SUV as the sunset turns everything orange. During the car drive back, [name]'s head hits the window, reminding her that it's not the way to her apartment but rather the notorious Wayne Manor. Puzzled by this, They all exited the SUV, and an elderly man was waiting for them. When he offered to take [name]'s bag, her mother let it, which made the young daughter feel awkwardly awkward. She pulled her mother's attire, and the mother lowered herself to her daughter's level.
“Listen to me [name]” Megumi started with a soft but firm approach, her soft hand finding its way to her daughter's chubby cheek, the familiar warmth soothing her worries. “From now on, you will refer to him as your Father, you will live with him as well as with mr. Pennyworth I want you to be on your best behavior while i.. sort things out with the bad people.” her tone is firm as she makes it sound to be. “You will be referred to as [name] Wayne. Do you understand?”
“...Father? but my father is only Papa. Mother are you.. leaving me here?”
After analyzing the connections, [name] concludes that their journey this morning was intended to be their final time together until they meet again. abandoning her in this large Manor with god knows who those people are. Bewildered and betrayed, she shook her head. Was what occurred three months ago the reason behind her mother's abandonment? Does she sees her as a burden?
“Nothing would ever be the same after this— everything would have changed after this, you must understand that we cannot meet again until I resolve the issues with those people. life as you know will be replaced with something else, but.. don't ever, ever give up”
“you will have a better life here, than i ever could give you now. be brave, [Name].”
Thus, knowing that it will be the last time, the mother strokes her daughter's head. As her mother stood up to be separated from her, the child's eyes started to fill with tears. Her tiny hand tries to get in touch with her mother in order to convince her to stay or simply take [name] with her.
“for a little while, you’ll be safe.”
and at that Megumi Zen’in disappear to the night, as well disappeared from [Name] Zen’in Wayne.
a/n: hellow! Greetings wherever you're I'm Mika, and this is the first batfam crossover fic i wrote personally sorry if there's an error or mistake regarding the lore cuz I'm still navigating at how to write in english to be honest and me forgotten some lore isn't any better too lmao
anyway english is not my first language as i state in warning don't expect something good huhu.
if you're wondering the story takes after the culling game/shibuya arc, after whatever ending Gege Akutami made up. ik that the Zen'in clan was massacred by Maki but i make an "what if" she didn't kill all of 'em? and don't mistake Megumi Zen'in as Fushiguro. They are a completely different person (obviously) they just had the same first name (my humor said it will be hilarious) and there will be major jjk spoiler but i'll try not to spoil as much
that's all for now!
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• dick loves physical affection so whenever he sees you be prepared for some form of touch— pda is not really an issue for him.
• forehead kisses, nose kisses, neck kisses, just so many. he aims to kiss you at least twice a day, it's become a type of ritual that he lives for. sweet kisses, long sensual kisses, make out sessions— just so many.
• damian LOVES you, you're basically a mother figure to him and he will happily challenge grayson for your attention.
• he comes over randomly and sometimes stays the night after patrol because he thinks so highly of you.
• dick is so happy you get along with his family, especially damian, but on some occasions when his little brother stays the night he's a little frustrated since he wanted some personal one on one time with you.
• he puts so much effort into your dates, he's hardly around long enough for you to go on regular ones so when you both have the time you can bet he'll go all out in an attempt to make up for what he's missed.
• if he gets called away for a mission on dates dick is really upset about it. like he'll answer the phone and his face will just drop, you can tell by his expression that's he's got to leave before he even tells you.
• when he gets back he'll do anything for you, make you breakfast in bed, cuddle, kiss you or any other fun suggestions he can think of. <33
• when his is on a mission, he will drop everything he is doing to make sure you’re okay.
• one time, he left jason to fight off a mob alone just because you called to say you stubbed your toe. jason still isn’t over that.
• brags about you quite often, his friends know exactly who you are and totally willing to look out for your safety.
• he buys you a bunch of nightwing merch. nightwing pajamas, nightwing bedsheets, nightwing purses. everything nightwing. sometimes robin.
• he really likes when you wear them, it makes him SOO proud.
• dick LIVES to hear you laugh. there is no joke too dirty, no expression too silly, no story too embarrassing. he will do and say whatever it takes to get you rolling, no matter how foul your mood.
• he loves to be fussed over. when you baby his injuries, neaten his hair/clothes, or barrage him with daily text updates and check-ins, he feels valued. it’s not about clingyness or ego, it’s about feeling prioritized. <33
• so long as you’re not being condescending, every little thoughtful thing you do or say is cataloged and recalled with affection.
• dick would be that kind of boyfriend who would gladly go shopping with you, he would excitedly run through the shop looking for the perfect outfits for you. he would patiently wait until you try on the clothes he chose for you (the whole store) and he would pay for everything.
• he loves if you read to him before bed, you tell him he is such a kid but he just enjoys listening to your voice. if he hears your voice before sleeping he has the sweetest dreams.
• he shows you his acrobatic moves all the time just to impress you.
• like you can’t reach the top of the shelf and instead of just helping you grab the item you need he jumps in the air does like three flips and lands with whatever you need in his hands. he definitely bows after doing this.
• he loves you so much he can't even explain it, but he constantly tries to. <33
♡. Mobile post. Hcs & a small scenario for Damian and his "Pastel, yapper gf". Enjoy, anon.
The Ultimate Grumpy/Sunshine Dynamic™ – If anyone ever needed a perfect example of opposites attract, it’s you and Damian. He’s broody, reserved, and always looks mildly irritated, while you’re a walking bundle of pastels, excitement, and nonstop chatter.
He Pretends He Doesn’t Listen, But He Memorizes Everything – You could be talking a mile a minute about something completely random, and Damian will look like he’s ignoring you… but then two weeks later, he’ll casually bring up that one obscure fact you mentioned about some show or hobby you like, just to prove that he was paying attention. (And yes, it makes your heart explode every time.)
Hand-Holding as a Muzzle Tactic – If you’re talking too much in public (and it’s overwhelming him), he will silently grab your hand and squeeze it, his way of telling you: "Enough, beloved. My brain is melting." (It works about 30% of the time.)
Acts Bothered by Your Energy, But Thrives Off It – If you weren’t around, Damian would absolutely go back to brooding in a corner, drowning in his own sharp thoughts. But with you? His world is louder, brighter, and somehow softer all at once. Even if he doesn’t always respond to your rambles, the sound of your voice makes him feel at peace.
Death Glares Anyone Who Tries to Shut You Up – You can talk his ear off all you want, but the second someone else tells you to be quiet? Damian is more than ready to say something. (Only he is allowed to get mildly annoyed by your endless chatter. Everyone else must deal with it. Perks of being in love.)
Calls You “Beloved” Unironically – He says it so effortlessly, so casually, that you almost forget how incredibly romantic and old-fashioned it is. But hearing that deep, serious voice say: "Beloved, focus." or "Calm yourself, beloved." always makes you melt. He'll say it without even realizing.
The “Secretly Soft for You” Phenomenon – Damian isn’t affectionate in public, but when you’re alone? He’s all over you. He’ll have you curled up in his lap, arms wrapped around you like you’re his personal stress relief, all while he pretends you’re the one being clingy (even though he literally hasn’t let go of you in two hours).
Has No Patience for Social Events, But Goes Just to Make You Happy – You drag him to pastel-themed cafés, bookstores, art exhibits, and other bright, aesthetic places. Damian hates being surrounded by crowds and noise, but he’ll suffer through it just to see you happy. (And if anyone so much as brushes against you? He’s throwing a glare so intense it could set them on fire.)
Deadpan Humor That Pairs Too Well With Your Chatter – You: “Dami, what if frogs had tiny little raincoats? Can you imagine—” Damian, completely monotone: “Why must you plague me with these thoughts.” (But later that night, he actually sketches a tiny frog in a raincoat for you.)
Steals Your Pastel Hoodies Because They Smell Like You – He will never admit it, but if you ever leave a soft, oversized hoodie lying around, it somehow ends up on Damian while he reads or works on something. (If you bring it up? He just says, “It was the closest article of clothing.”)
His Love Language is Acts of Service & Physical Touch – Damian isn’t great with words, so his love is shown through actions—making sure you eat, walking on the dangerous side of the road, pulling you onto his lap after a long day without a single word, etc.
He’s the Calm to Your Chaos (And Vice Versa) – If you trip over your own feet because you’re too excited about something, Damian is already catching you effortlessly without even looking up from his book.
You’re the Only Person Who Can Get Him to “Smile” in Public – It’s subtle, just the slightest softening of his normally sharp features, but everyone notices it. (It’s why people are always shocked he actually has a soul.)
“How Did I End Up With You?” Energy – Sometimes, Damian just stares at you when you’re talking (or singing off-key, or dancing around the living room) like he’s genuinely confused about how someone like him got stuck with someone like you. Of course, not "stuck" in a bad manner.
Knows Exactly When to Let You Talk and When to Pull You Into Silence – He’s never rude about it, but when your energy turns from excited rambling to nervous over-explaining, Damian will cut you off mid-sentence by gently cupping your face and saying: “Enough. You are alright.” (And just like that, the world feels a little less overwhelming.)
You Make Him Soft & He Has No Idea How to Deal With It – Sometimes, when you’re asleep, Damian just traces his fingers over your cheek, like he’s trying to figure out how he let himself fall this hard.
Refuses to Call You By Your Full Name – He never calls you by your full name because why would he? You’re his beloved, and only that title matters.
If You Get Sick, He Goes Full Caretaker Mode Trying to Fix It – "Who made you ill? Who do I have to kill?" "Dami, it’s just a cold—" "Unacceptable."
Secretly Thinks Your Energy Is “Refreshing” – He’ll never say it out loud, but being with you is like breathing fresh air for the first time in his life. You bring color, life, and laughter into his otherwise sharp, guarded world.
If You Cry, He Panics (Internally) – Damian isn’t great with comforting words, but he’ll pull you into a firm hug, pressing soft, fleeting kisses to the top of your head, whispering, "You do not have to face anything alone, my love."
Your Chatter Helps Him Sleep – Damian is so used to nightmares that it’s hard for him to fall asleep… unless you’re talking. Your soft voice, your presence, your warmth—it makes everything quiet in his mind for once.
He’ll Never Say It, But He Loves Being Around You 24/7 – If you ever stop talking abruptly, Damian looks up instantly, as if searching for you.
If He Ever Loses You, He Will Burn the World to Find You Again – Period. A reasonable response.
He Doesn’t Do PDA—Except for You. In public, he’s gruff but still keeps a hand on your waist or fingers intertwined. In private? He will curl into you like a cat who refuses to let go.
You Make Him Believe in Love, Even When He Never Thought He Could Have It – At the end of the day, Damian never expected to have someone like you—but now that he does? He’ll protect it with his life.
—
The morning sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the bedroom. It was one of those rare, quiet mornings, where Gotham’s usual chaos had yet to intrude, and Damian, for once, was still in bed.
You, on the other hand? Fully awake, wrapped in the coziest pastel sweater imaginable, and absolutely buzzing with thoughts.
"Okay, Dami, listen," you started, propped up on your elbows, looking down at him where he lay, face buried in the pillow, refusing to function yet. "What if—no, hear me out—what if cats had tiny little backpacks? Like, for their little cat belongings? Where would they even go?? Like, imagine Alfred with his own tiny bag! Wouldn’t that be adorable? What do you think he’d keep in it?"
Silence.
You paused, then gently poked his cheek.
Still nothing.
Finally, after a long, suffering sigh, Damian shifted just enough to glance up at you, narrowed green eyes sharp despite his grogginess.
"Beloved." His voice was low, hoarse from sleep, but dripping with deadpan exhaustion.
You beamed, undeterred. "Yes, my love?"
His gaze dragged over you, taking in your bright, bouncy energy compared to his own half-conscious, definitely-not-awake self.
Then, finally—
"Why must you do this to me first thing in the morning?"
You gasped dramatically, hand pressed to your heart. "Excuse me, sir, but I am merely blessing you with my intellectual wonders!"
Damian exhaled sharply—not quite a sigh, not quite amusement, but something in between. He shifted onto his side, grabbing your wrist, pulling you down against him in one swift, seamless motion.
You let out a small squeak as you landed chest to chest with him, your face inches from his, suddenly trapped under the warm weight of his arm resting lazily across your waist.
“…Dami?”
He hummed, already burying his face into the crook of your neck, voice muffled against your skin. "If I hold you here, will you stop talking?"
You snorted. "Absolutely not."
His lips ghosted against your shoulder, and though he was too stubborn to admit it, you could feel the small, amused smirk hidden against your skin.
"Then at least let me suffer in peace, beloved."
You giggled, wrapping your arms around him, fingers tangling lazily in his sleep-mussed hair.
Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.
For all of Damian’s complaints, for all of his grumpy little comments, he still held you close, his grip never loosening, his presence warm and completely unwilling to let go.
Yeah. He could pretend all he wanted. But you knew the truth.
Your endless chatter was his favorite sound in the world.
(And later that day, when you found a tiny handmade cat backpack on your desk with a note in Damian’s sharp handwriting that simply read: "For Alfred."… You swore you saw a ghost of a smirk as he walked past you, pretending he had nothing to do with it.)
# “HOLD UP, POSE!” ── .✦ ( model!reader x batboys s/o kinda requested ˚⟡˖ )
a/n: so sorry for the break and how i traumatized half of you guys with my rant (if I suffer you gonna do too && let’s move on now ) and it’s lowkeyy funny ngl but omgg, I’m finally back though soo yeah but I’m finally taking requests again for a bit too so about that yeah and also make sure to go vote on the poll, we’re at 600+ votes already for my 1k event!! Tags: (batboys x model!reader)
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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦
Your biggest fan, no contest. He has a folder on his phone labeled “My Gorgeous Girl” filled with all your magazine covers, runway shots, and candid photos he’s sneakily taken of you (even the ones where you’re eating pizza in sweats).
Loves to drop the fact that you’re a model into conversations. Someone says something even remotely related, and Dick is like, “Oh, that reminds me of the time yn walked for Valentino. She looked stunning. Anyway, how’s your dog?”
Flirty but lowkey jealous. He’s all smiles at your shoots, but if a photographer or fellow model gets a little too friendly, he’ll sidle up behind you, wrap an arm around your waist, and casually go, “Hey, babe, everything good here?”
Runs your fan page in secret. He denies it every time, but you know it’s him posting like archive photos of you? with captions like, “Truly the most breathtaking woman alive.”
Always hypes you up. You’re stressing before a runway show? He’s holding your hands, looking you dead in the eyes, and saying, “You’re going to kill it, just like always. They’re not ready for you.”
JASON TODD ── .✦
Pretends not to care, but he’s secretly obsessed. You’ll catch him flipping through your magazines with a bored expression, but the dog-eared pages of all your spreads say otherwise.
Gets grumpy when he has to share you with the world. “Do you really have to fly to Milan again? Can’t they get someone else to wear the fancy coat?” But he’s the first one to text you after your show with a “You looked amazing. Miss you, though.”
Always lurking at your events. He doesn’t do red carpets, but you’ll spot him in the back of the after-party, leaning against a wall with a drink in hand, watching you like you’re the only person in the room.
Jealous but funny about it. If a male model gets paired with you for a shoot, Jason will grumble, “You know I could wear that suit better, right?”
Says he doesn’t care about fashion but definitely critiques it. “They put you in that? Really? That’s what they think is high fashion?” (Meanwhile, he still owns a leather jacket he’s had since he was 17.)
TIM DRAKE ── .✦
The low-key proud boyfriend. Tim doesn’t brag about you… unless someone else brings it up. Then it’s a full PowerPoint presentation: “Oh, you didn’t know she walked the Paris Fashion Week finale? Let me show you.”, “it’s not that serious Tim.”
Forgets how famous you are sometimes. He’s so focused on his work that when he accompanies you to an event, he’s always surprised when people scream your name. “Wow, they’re… really excited to see you, huh?”
Pretends to be chill but panics at your shoots. If you’re wearing something too revealing, Tim’s sitting in the corner like, “Does she really need to wear that? I mean, it’s fashion, I guess, but still…”
Shows up to all your shows with coffee. He knows your schedule can be brutal, so he always has your favorite drink ready and a warm smile. “Long day, huh? Here, you’ve earned this.”
Accidentally goes viral as your boyfriend. Someone snaps a picture of him holding your bag while you’re doing a fitting, and now he’s trending as “hot model’s mystery man.” Or “Drake Spotted With L/N?”
DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦
Thinks modeling is beneath you. Not because he doesn’t support you, but because he genuinely thinks you’re too good for it. “Tt. Why waste your time parading around in someone else’s designs when you could rule the world instead?”
Still shows up to your shows like a proud dad. He won’t admit it, but he’s ridiculously proud of you. He’ll sit front row, arms crossed, looking annoyed until you walk out. Then his face softens, and he claps (but only once).
Hates everyone in the industry. Photographers, stylists, agents—he side-eyes them all. “Do they have to touch you so much?”
Quietly supportive in his own way. You come home exhausted, and he’s already brewed your favorite tea and laid out your comfiest pajamas. “You should rest. You’ve worked hard enough today.”
Keeps all your clippings. You find a scrapbook in his study filled with your covers, tear sheets, and event photos. When you ask him about it, he just mutters, “I didn’t want them getting lost.” And even keeps some fan letters that you keep or lost along the way.
BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦
Thinks it’s “adorable.” Bruce can’t help but chuckle whenever you mention your modeling career. “You really enjoy this, don’t you?” But he’s not teasing he genuinely admires how passionate you are.
Surprisingly knowledgeable about fashion. He knows every major designer, can spot couture from a mile away, and will occasionally surprise you by saying things like, “That’s Galliano, isn’t it? From the ‘06 collection?”
Makes every event feel like a power couple moment. When you walk a red carpet together, it’s like the world collectively gasps. He keeps his hand on your back, whispers sweet nothings, and makes sure you’re the center of attention.
Defends your career to anyone who dares question it. Someone makes a snide remark about modeling being “shallow,” and Bruce immediately shuts them down with, “Actually, it’s an incredibly demanding profession that requires both discipline and skill. You should try it sometime.”
Buys your agency. You’re stressed about a bad contract or a difficult agent? Suddenly, Wayne Enterprises owns the company, and Bruce is like, “Problem solved. You can thank me later.”
BATBOYS HCS ON YOUR BIRTHDAY! ── .✦
a/n: sorry if the text might be wrong because I’m currently crying a lot for personal reasons when making this so I won’t see clearly sorry! But this in honor of my birthday coming this Saturday
(Tags: batboys x birthday!reader)
DICK GRAYSON ── .✦
The Master of Surprises: Dick would absolutely go all out to make your birthday feel special. He’s the type to plan a surprise party, complete with all your friends and family, but he’d make sure it’s something you’d love—whether that’s a big celebration or something low-key.
Personal Touch: He’d wake you up with breakfast in bed, complete with your favorite coffee and pancakes shaped like hearts or stars. He’d probably also give you a heartfelt handwritten card that somehow manages to make you laugh and cry at the same time.
Gift: Dick is a thoughtful gift-giver. He’d get you something meaningful, like a scrapbook of your favorite memories together or that one thing you mentioned in passing months ago.
The Day: Expect lots of laughter, dancing, and maybe even a karaoke session where he serenades you with a love song in front of everyone.
Dick's Birthday Motto: “It’s your day, so we’re doing whatever you want—just don’t say skydiving.”
JASON TODD ── .✦
Low-Key but Thoughtful: Jason isn’t big on flashy celebrations, but he’d still want to make the day special for you. He’d wake you up with your favorite breakfast (probably ordered from that one diner you love) and insist on spending the day doing your favorite things.
The Day: He’d take you to a quiet spot in the city—maybe a rooftop with a great view or a hidden café—and you’d spend hours just talking, eating, and enjoying each other’s company. At night, he might take you on a ride on his motorcycle.
Jason's Birthday Motto: “I’m not great at this whole birthday thing, but I’m great at loving you. So, what do you wanna do?”
TIM DRAKE ── .✦
The Planner: Tim would be hyper-focused on making the day perfect. He’d create an itinerary based on everything you love, down to your favorite snacks and TV shows. He’d also book your favorite restaurant weeks in advance to make sure everything goes smoothly.
Gift: Tim would give you a tech-related gift, like a custom gadget he designed himself, or something incredibly thoughtful, like a rare collector’s item tied to one of your interests.
The Day: Tim would spend the whole day focusing on you, even if it meant setting aside his work. He’d be a bit anxious at first, constantly asking, “Is this okay? Do you want to do something else?” but he’d relax once he sees you’re happy.
Tim's Birthday Motto: “Today is all about celebrating how amazing you are. And yes, I have a spreadsheet for that.”
DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦
Quiet but Intentional: Damian would approach your birthday with precision and thoughtfulness. He’s not one for grand gestures, but everything he does would be meaningful. He’d probably prepare something himself, like baking a cake or making a handmade gift.
Gift: Damian would give you something deeply personal, like a portrait he painted of you or a rare artifact tied to your shared interests. If you’re into animals, he might even bring you to the zoo or introduce you to a new pet he rescued.
The Day: He’d plan something intimate and tailored to your personality, like a quiet dinner at home or a visit to your favorite museum or park.
Damian's Birthday Motto: “Birthdays are a time for reflection and celebration, and you, beloved, are always worth celebrating.”
BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦
Elegant and Understated: Bruce would want to make your birthday feel luxurious without overwhelming you. He’d likely arrange a private dinner at Wayne Manor, complete with a chef and your favorite dishes.
Gift: Bruce would give you something incredibly extravagant, like a piece of custom jewelry or a trip to a destination you’ve always wanted to visit. It’s not about showing off—it’s about making you feel special and appreciated.
The Day: He’d take the day off (a rare feat for him) and spend it focused entirely on you. Whether it’s a quiet day at home or a luxurious outing, he’d make sure everything is perfect. Alfred would, of course, be involved in the planning.
Bruce's Birthday Motto: “You deserve the best, and I’ll make sure you get it.”
ദ്ദി ≽^⎚˕⎚^≼ .ᐟ, 𝜗𝜚 ➜ ྀི new mail(!) — author says it’s tiny head canon time!! Remember all head canons are gender neutral unless specified. Ummm I don’t think its Gn idk check in like an hour im still overseeing it
—- ദ്ദി ≽^⎚˕⎚^≼ .ᐟ, 𝜗𝜚 ᯓ (ʚɞ) Damian Wayne x clingy yapper reader. Usual trigger warnings.
.☘︎ ݁˖ Damian for sure will listen to you yap wether it’s doing homework whilst listening to you or you sitting near him and fiddling with each other whilst you yap. he doesn’t care where he is as long as you are near and happy he’s happy.
.☘︎ ݁˖ he doesn’t show he cares but when he does it’s in the most subtle ways, trying to figure out why you like a certain show/movie or a character basically your interest. He will try to understand so conversations will turn into more of a
— “you know that’s my favorite character in the entire world!”
— “even when they died?”
— “how do you know that?”
He prefers to engage then sit there and say “mhm” and move on. He wants you to know that he’s listening.
.☘︎ ݁˖on days where you don’t have school it’s usually spent laying on a bed, you yapping whilst he gently pats your head. He was first unaccustomed to touching your head and body when you guys first started dating but he learned to be more comfortable it got to a point where he just has his hand on you somewhere.
.☘︎ ݁˖ doesn’t, and will never show his vulnerability infront of his brothers or anyone that doesn’t matter to him personally on a deeper level, so basically you. He hates showing how soft he is to you because then he just seems like a love stricken boy, no he’s a sickly yearning in love boy and to him it wasn’t puppy love. He always treated the relationship very seriously he treated it as if you were the only person in the world who mattered when you spoke.
.☘︎ ݁˖ when he’s on a mission or in a class you guys don’t share or you’re sick and can’t call all he can think of is are they ok?” It got to a point where he made his brothers do a stake out with him when you said you were going to have a sleepover.
.☘︎ ݁˖ he wouldn’t date someone younger or older than him, in years anyways. In months if you’re younger he would take every chance just to say “I’m older than you so you have to listen to me.” It’s like him using his senior citizenship.. if you’re older than I feel like he just would treat it as it as and move on.
.☘︎ ݁˖ when he’s listens to you talk at dinner or whenever your eating, he stops eating sometimes just so he can add a comment to what you said to him.