Can I Order An Older!batman!damian X Reader They Have A Lot Of Children (biologically) And His Family

can i order an older!batman!damian x reader they have a lot of children (biologically) and his family and friends does not know, i wanna know their reactions

yes your price is 1 order of creepcast merch for me since there’s 3 days left and i haven’t been able to get my grubby hands on it

YOU HAVE KIDS?

pairings — older!damian wayne — al ghul x fem!reader (could also be read as just reader since i never really use she/her much)

warnings — idk actually, pretty generic names for the kids but obviously you can imagine a different name if you want to (i just don’t like using d/n ykwim) (plus i only use them once)

summary — literally just the request but only with the batboys, batgirls, and bruce!!

notes — i hope this is good 😟

━━━━━━━ TO BE FAIR, YOU should’ve told them sooner. well, Damian should’ve, they were his family. but, you’d never forced him too, since your account on instagram wasn’t followed by any of them.

“are you sure you want to do this?” you rubbed your hands along his shoulders, gently. you were due at the Wayne manor in a little for a small lunch, you’d never been one to force Damian into seeing them, since you understood, but you were surprised when he planned on going.

“yeah, i’ll have to do it sooner or later.” he grabbed your hand and peppered kissing along your knuckles.

“mom can i bring my doll?” your youngest daughter, just turning five with no front teeth, walked out of the hall opening holding her old doll passed down from you. smiling, you nodded.

“you gonna remember to bring it home, baby?” you stepped forwards, rubbing your hands through her messy head of black hair. she’d inherited more from her father.

“mhm!” she smiled, turning back to her room with a grin.

“can’t we have more?” Damian wrapped his arms around you, his head leaning snug against your shoulder. you put your hands over his, a soft laugh leaving you.

“not for a little bit, Dame.” you turned around with a grin, gently kissing him. you shared the small intimate moment without hesitation, bonded as one soul in the moment.

“mom! are we going yet?” your oldest, now eleven, walked down the hall. you turned to her, then to your husband, who nodded. your oldest daughter saw it, and walked over to put her shoes on.

getting your other three — your youngest and the middle boys (twins) — and helping them with their shoes, you were all off. the ride was peaceful, your kids finding themselves distracted with either the outside world or the toys you let them bring along.

“have you told any of them?” you had been holding Damian’s hand over the center console, your thumb in a constant soothing motion over his knuckles and the curve of his thumb.

“no, only Alfred. he’s the only one who needed to immediately know. besides, i told him first anyways.” Damian sighed.

“that’s fine, baby. i told you, you never had to.” you brought his hand closer to your mouth, gently kissing it. Damian smiled at you before the rest of the car ride was passed with ease.

Damian, getting out and opening your door, then began to help your youngest get out of the car. you helped the twins out, made sure they had the toys they wanted, and had them follow Damian to the front door.

on the way, your draped your arm over your oldest daughters shoulders, tugging her into you. she basically melted into you, her arm going around you in return.

Alfred opened the door, a wide smile crossing his face. “master Damian!” he was overjoyed, “lovely to see you.” he hugged the man before following up with greeting you and your kids the same way.

he led the six of you upstairs to where everyone else was.

if you could’ve had a camera, you would’ve taken a picture of the moment. their faces were covered in pure shock, staring at your kids. your hand squeezed Damian’s, which you had found yourself holding.

“well, if this isn’t news i don’t know what is.” Dick broke the silence first, stepping forwards and embracing Damian. respectfully, he shook your hand.

“these are our kids, Elliot and Titus,” he gestured to the twins, both holding their action figures and playing around with them — they were Red Hood and Nightwing action figures.

“our oldest, Lorelei,” he gestured to her, “and youngest Regan.” they looked like the two of you. your youngest had all of Damian’s features, and your oldest might as well have been your carbon copy.

the twins looked like a mixture, and you could see everything processing in their minds.

“why don’t you four come with me?” Alfred stepped forwards when he noticed the slight tension in the air.

your kids didn’t argue, following him out to the garden.

“how come we never knew?” Bruce, getting older and older each day, stepped forwards.

“because it was our mutual agreement. i told Damian he didn’t have to tell anyone he didn’t want to.” you defended you and your husbands decision instantly.

“doesn’t matter,” Dick stepped up now, “we know now!” he was grinning.

“did you really buy your kids Nightwing and Red Hood action figures?” Jason was grinning when he spoke up.

“the girls have Batgirl figures.” you informed them with a wide smile, “you might not have known them, but they’ve always known you guys.” you added, your hand rubbing comforting patterns into Damian’s back.

“does this mean we’re all aunts and uncles? well, grandparent for Bruce.” Tim asked. you nodded with Damian in confirmation. a challenging look flashed across all of their faces instantaneously.

“this doesn’t mean you guys can go and spoil them.” Damian said, trying to fight back a smile.

ever since being with you, he’d mellowed out and been less harsh towards people. something you hadn’t done on purpose. he was still mean when he had to be.

“don’t spoil them too much, we still want humble and kind kids.” you corrected Damian.

“i can live with that.” Jason shrugged.

“do they really have batgirl figures?” Cass asked. you nodded again in confirmation, mentioning how it was your idea.

“how old are they all?” Steph had finally asked.

“eleven, seven, and five.” you nodded, telling them which was which afterwards. you couldn’t specifically hear it, but you knew they were all ready to fight over the title of favorite.

after awhile at the manor, you all found yourselves back at home. you and Damian relaxed outside as your kids stayed inside, but every once and awhile, the younger ones would run outside and cause chaos.

“do you feel better now that they know?” you had your head against your husbands chest, listening to him and his heartbeat.

“a little. i… i’m glad they reacted how they did. i thought they’d hate me forever.” Damian admitted with a small laugh. you grinned.

“i don’t think anyone could hate you anymore, you big softie.” you teased him, holding open your arm when your oldest daughter came out to join you two on the hammock.

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Can you write a Damian fic when the reader gets close to one of his brothers preferably Jason?

NUMBER ONE

pairings — damian wayne — al ghul x reader

warnings — not much maybe a little cursing

summary — Damian didn’t like how close you were with Jason, and he had no problem making Jason know how he felt about that.

notes — this isn’t the best so i probably messed up the request so im sorry about that 😞

━━━━━━━ DAMIAN KNEW THERE WASNT anything serious between you and Jason. he had no problem admitting that you guys were friends and liked to hang out. he wasn’t particularly keen on befriending his older brother, but could manage his presence for you.

it had started when Jason picked you up from school, Damian had cashed out on a favor from the older guy because Bruce needed him somewhere when your classes ended.

of course, that wouldn’t be the only time Jason had to pick you up for Damian. Jason honestly had no problem picking you up, since it put him on better terms with the younger boy.

after all, Jason was far too old for you, and since you were with Damian, Jason had no problem befriending you and enjoying time together as friends. if anything, you saw him as more of a fun uncle than your boyfriends brother.

but, you still reminded yourself that that was your boyfriends brother, not your “fun uncle”, and you were fine with setting reasonable boundaries.

“you okay, Damian?” you walked over to where he had been laying in his bed. he had a sour look spread across his face as he stared into his ceiling like it was never ending.

“do you like Jason more than me?” Damian asked suddenly, his eyes remaining glued on his ceiling. you grinned, he couldn’t see you, and grabbed one of his hands that sat on his chest, holding it in your own.

“no, of course not. he’s like a weird uncle, and he isn’t my boyfriend, is he?” you poked at his softly with your other hand, kissing the expanse of his hand softly. he finally looked away from the ceiling, meeting your gaze.

“no, he isn’t.” Damian sighed, sitting up.

“either way, i have boundaries set with him. do you want me to spend less time him?”

“no, no.” Damian sighed, leaning against you. you smiled again, kissing the crown of his head.

on occasion, other than the times that Jason picked you up and dropped you off, you would spend time playing video games or just simply hanging out with him.

you understood that Damian did not like Jason whatsoever, so the only times you hung out with the older guy one on one was whenever you were waiting for Damian.

“were you jealous?” you asked, a small grin formulating on your face. Damian brought his head back up and softly glared, shaking his head. “you totally were.” you laughed. he lightly pushed your shoulder, smiling now.

“i wasn’t jealous of Todd.” Damian pretended to be upset, but you knew it was all a lie.

you dropped it after that, spending the rest of your time with your boyfriend.

the next day, while getting ready for school, Damian sent you a message. won’t be able to pick you up today, Todd will. you replied with a short yet sweet message before finishing getting ready and going to school.

the day passed by in a breeze, nothing interesting had happened (you expected it, your school had always been boring), and you just missed your boyfriend.

walking out of the building, you easily found Jason’s car, opening the passenger side and sitting down.

“what’s up, kid?” Jason held his fist out for a fist bump, you tapped your fist against his, grinning tiredly.

“just tired. how longs Damian gonna be gone?” you asked, attempting to keep the conversation civil and short — you hardly had enough social energy left.

“not too long. just gonna sleep when we get back?” Jason pulled away from the school and drove faster than most others would, but drove safely regardless.

Damian would have his head if Jason put you in any danger.

“yeah, probably.” you confirmed, letting out a yawn.

the rest of the drive, the two of you had fun. Jason was able to make you laugh until your stomach hurt and you were crying.

either way, you were still exhausted when Jason parked outside the house. greeting Alfred and waving at anyone else, you were able to find Damian’s room and fall asleep instantaneously.

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DEFIANCE

damian wayne x platonic!batfam

warnings — kinda sad!damian, little bit of mean!damian too ( teenagers right ), maybe ooc, maybe i’m projecting it’s okay this is my blog! also Damian’s a skater, and there’s an argument, very disapproving batfam tbh, smoking weed as well!!

category — angst

notes — like i said this could be projecting and it’s kinda short because i need to restart my mind so i can write more 🙁 masterlist!!

━━━━━━━ DAMIAN HELD HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS. was it supposed to be this hard to be a teenager? he’d heard stories of how easy it was supposed to be. what liars they were. they’d never be the same type of teenager as him.

the sinking, aching feeling in his gut exploded even further as Damian flung himself backwards, his body stretched out across his soft bed. Titus was on the floor, lazily biting at a dog bone Damian had gotten a little bit ago.

Damian wishes he was a dog. he wishes he was anything but here, as a teenager. it’s not that he was so deeply upset about it, he just hated it. he was mostly confused, trying to dig deep inside of him and figure out why he was feeling this way.

taking a deep breath, Damian’s eyes wandered to his skateboard, and remembered the short skate it was to the local skatepark. Damian thought it would be hard to get there, rich and famous. the guys that skated there were chill, they gave him a nickname.

he wasn’t Damian, he was Greenie. a tease towards his striking green eyes that stood out most of all.

“hey!” one of the guys — Risky — fist bumped Damian as he entered the skatepark. it was risky being out late at night, but he needed to be. his house was suffocating him and harming, the cold breeze of the night sky was refreshing, and Damian was at peace.

“hey, dude.” Damian greeted the other skaters. it was a soothing night, Damian messed around with his friends, going through the bowl and playing stupid games. after awhile, Damian found himself sitting in a circle with the guys. he’d never smoked before, but he was now.

it would be a new experience, and he was rich enough to supply himself with weed if he liked the experience. Smokey ( after Smokey the Bear ) rolled up a joint, holding it up in front of his face. Damian was slightly nervous, but he’d been face to face with deadly toxins, weed wouldn’t kill him.

as Smokey lit the joint up, Damian stared off to the sky. but eventually, the joint was in his hands. he copied what Smokey did, lifting the filtered bottom to his lips, inhaling deeply and slowly, before holding it in and handing off the joint. almost everyone watched Damian in expectation — they knew he’d cough.

and cough he did, his lungs hurt by time he was done, but he did accept another hit. this time around, it glided through him easier, and he felt the effects.

“how’s your dad gonna feel?” Risky asked, everyone had been chilling while Smokey rolled more. Damian had been paying the entire time, not a single care in the world.

“i don’t care.” Damian shrugged, handing Smokey another $10 bill. Smokey grinned as he slid it in his pocket, lighting up the next joint.

“you sure, Greenie? don’t want you to disappear on us.” Chance asked, passing off the joint to the guy next to him. Damian grinned while shaking his head.

“nah, id sneak out anyways.” Damian softly itched at his tan skin, accepting the joint from Risky’s hands. he brought it to his lips again, inhaling and handing it off. he was in a nirvana like state, relaxed and happy.

“shit, we should probably go.” Smokey pointed out the 12am on his lock screen to the group of skaters. everyone kinda groaned, but all decided to leave. Damian said his goodbyes to everyone, departing back to his house through the quiet streets of Gotham.

he knew one of his brothers were out of patrol, maybe they’d seen him sharing the blunts with his friends. maybe he didn’t care, it could be a moment of attention seeking on his end, the feeling of yearning to get attention from someone.

back at home, Damian knew he stunk of weed. the scent dangling off his baggy rock revivals and his baggy DC shirt. he ignored the stares from everyone, turns out patrol had been cancelled.

“Damian. c’mon back down.” Damian heard his father’s rough voice. the teenager winced slightly, the feeling of dread nearly depleting his high. turning back around, Damian stood at the stairs, staring at his family.

“what’s been going on, Damian?” Dick asked, his arms crossed over his toned chest. Damian’s face grew angry.

“what do y’mean?” Damian deciding acting clueless was the best option, messing around with his grip on his skateboard tucked beneath his arm. Dick shared a look with Jason, then Bruce, then Jason again.

“we’ve noticed you’ve been out more often.” Jason spoke up, the air surrounding everyone was nearly too thick to cut with a knife, threatening to kill the teenager on the stairs.

“so? i hangout with some friends, that’s all.” Damian shrugged, nodding lightly towards his skateboard.

“well…” Bruce was speaking now, attempting to seem taller and more mature than everyone else, “we don’t think your friends are the best influence on you.” he finished his statement, earning an offended glare from Damian.

“what? you think i shouldn’t hangout with them?” Damian was nearly laughing now, thinking it had to be a joke.

“no, we don’t. we don’t think they’re good for you, you’d be better off without them.” Dick sighed.

“so you want me to be some sort of… of socially awkward and distant freak? all you’ve ever done for me is ruin my life.” Damian exploded, “you fired me from being Robin, so i find a hobby, but it isn’t fucking good enough? are you kidding me?” Damian glared, bitter tears forming at his eye lines.

“you’re all assholes. i’m not gonna stop hanging out with them because you dickheads think they’re bad influences. so what? i’m sixteen, stop treating me like i’m fucking three!” he finished his angry rant, storming up the stairs and slamming his door.

his hands hurriedly locked the doorknob, and he slid his dresser in front of the door, securing it shut. sitting on his bed, Damian’s mind wandered.

did his family really hate him? did they not think he should hangout with those kids. it was his dads fault he fired him from the role of robin. it wasn’t his fault he wanted to be a normal teenager.

Damian ripped his shoes off, throwing them into a corner as he slunk into his bathroom, brushing his teeth before flinging himself onto his bed. lying silently, Damian felt himself growing nauseas.

he was scared to face his family tomorrow — they were all assholes in his eyes. he was defiant against them, he never wanted to see them again. he made it clear, shrinking away to nothing in his bed.

RULES & INFO

i DO write:

⭒ platonic / family / friendship

⭒ fluff / romance

⭒ angst ( to the best of my ability )

i DO NOT write:

⭒ kidnapping

⭒ NSFW

⭒ any homophobia or anything like that

⭒ yandere

i DO:

⭒ take requests

⭒ love comments / convos !!

⭒ accept messaging ( as long as it isn’t weird )

also if i don’t write a request you send in, it’s nothing personal!!! either i have no clue how to write it or i am and i haven’t finished it! 🫶🫶

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LATE NIGHT

pairings — dick grayson x reader

warnings — talk of marriage, that’s really it, drinking wine (they’re both of age)

summary — during a particularly late night, you two find yourselves enjoying wine on your balcony together.

notes — guys can u all tell i’m totally in a loving and fulfilling relationship and don’t need to write what i wish i had

━━━━━━━ WHEN YOU ORIGINALLY MET Dick, you didn’t think much about him, but he managed to weasel his way into your life — you weren’t complaining in any aspect.

he was a sweet guy, in your eyes, and no matter how many other women threw themselves at him, he was all yours. you two, by now, had been together for years by now.

you understood the lengths of his job, he’d told you everything about his childhood, you knew his deepest fears, and he knew yours. you could’ve spent hours with him telling him every little detail about yourself.

you’d always been a supportive partner, you knew he wasn’t cheating, but it had been a scare all the nights he would leave and come home late or early in the morning.

it was a relief and a burden off your shoulder when he finally told you.

“hey, Dick.” you walked up to him, running your hands across his shoulders before up to his mask, gently removing it and peppering kissing all along his face.

grinning, Dick wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him. “hey, missed you.” he leaned fully into your touch, he was practically melted butter in your arms.

“missed you more.” you gave him a final, intimate kiss on the lips before tugging him into the kitchen. he’d missed out of dinner, so you had cooked for yourself earlier, and now you had cooked for him to come home to.

“now you gotta go change and freshen up, i’ll pour some wine.” you spoke in a soft tone, gently nudging him towards your bedroom. reluctantly, he changed and showered, and in ten minutes he was back out. you’d been letting the food rest on a low heat, and you poured his cup on wine when he came back.

“eat outside?” he gestured to the balcony you had connected to your house. you nodded, taking the small plate you had for yourself along with your glass and his glass. he took the bottle of wine.

you two sat at the small table and chair set you had out there, lighting a candle between you two and pouring wine. it was serene.

“one second.” you kissed his head, turning around and running inside, turning on her vinyl record of romantic songs loud enough to hear through their balcony door. sitting back down, you smiled at your longtime boyfriend.

“you look beautiful.” Dick whispered. you grinned in response, humming along to the music in the background.

“when we get married, we’re gonna run far away from Gotham. get outta the big city, maybe a different country.” he leaned backwards, admiring the idea of a future with you beside him.

“when we get married?” you smiled.

“when.” he confirmed. “you’re the only one i’d ever marry. no one else deserves a ring from me but you.” he muttered.

“i’d marry you too, baby.” you grinned. standing up and asking him to dance with you. he did.

you knew you’d marry Dick. it was like when you met, everything clicked and it all made sense. there was nothing to stop either of you from moving towards marriage — except death, which Dick went above and beyond to avoid.

“i love you.” you hummed, leaning into him.

“i love you more.” he responded, kissing your head carefully.

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