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Animal Instinct

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader (Platonic), Dick Grayson x Reader (Established)

Family dinners at the Wayne Manor was not uncommon and since being engaged to Dick, your appearance at his childhood home had only increased, not that anyone was complaining, you were part of the family now.

You always looked forward to family dinner, enjoying the huge number of people that attended, the delicious food and the boisterous atmosphere.

This time you and your fiancé had gotten there early so you were already seated in the dining room when everyone began filing in one by one.

You kept a close eye on the door, in a way that reminded Dick of his eager puppy awaiting for him to come home. When the person you were waiting for stepped in, your face lit up and you snatched up Damian into your lap.

He struggled, trying to push you off him but he was hardly any match for your super strength. You giggled, nuzzling your face against the top of his head. The rest of the family didn't even react, hiding smiles and chuckling at your dynamic.

"Why must you do this every time, (Y/N)?!" He whined, struggling to get out of your grip and you shrugged.

"I don't know, I see tiny human, I must cuddle tiny human. It's like animal instinct." You explained simply, pecking his cheek quickly and Damian pretended to give up his struggle and slumped against you like you knew he would.

"Are you comparing yourself to an animal?" Came his judgmental tone and you turned to face him with wide eyes.

"Are you implying that animals are beneath humans and it's therefore humiliating to compare myself to them?" You asked with faux innocence, knowing he'd never bad-mouth an animal.

Damian blushed and avoided your gaze, "No.."

You chuckled at him, "I just love you is all."

"You should feel lucky, lord knows she doesn't give me this much attention." Dick piped up and you stuck your tongue out at him.

Tim shrugged, "It's compulsory for the youngest of the family to get some (Y/N) lovin'. If you hate it so much, just hope that the next kid bruce adopts is younger than you."

Bruce grunted at this and you hid a laugh in Damian's hair.

The baby in your lap huffed as he completely surrendered to you, "The thought makes me sick."

No one had to ask him if he didn't like the idea of another sibling or of someone else getting your undivided attention. It was obvious in the way he burrowed his reddening face in your neck.

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Oh Sister of Mine - Chapter 7

Right Now

Dogs are odd. And Y/n is unsure why they feel such a way. Titus, is odd. Yet that toy, you like playing with him.

Warning: Death, blood, injury, an injured stray dog.

Word count: 1k

Damian’s dog, Titus, was a weird creature in your view. Walks on four legs, clipped ears that stood tall, jet black fur, sharp teeth, strong jaw and limbs.

You looked down at the dog who was lying on the floor. Calm, head laid between his front legs, back legs curled out to the side. You looked to the front of your bed. Thoughts rolling through your head.

Damian had come to visit you and drop off a glass of water, leaving Titus with you as somewhat of a guard.

You let out a breath, looking back to Titus who looked to you at the sound of your breath.

You both stared at the other before Titus finally put his head back down.

Your gaze drifted a little bit away from him to a toy that was on the floor. It was shaped like a dog bone.

You licked your lips, moving so your legs were hanging off of the bed now. You reached for the cup of water on the bedside table Damian had brought for you. You took a sip while setting your feet on the floor before you put the water back.

Damian had told you before he left. Titus was a sweet dog. A protector. He wouldn’t hurt you and he would love to be pet.

Titus was always there when Damian was, apart from a few times. He was a quiet dog, obeyed well.

In a way, he’s your twin.

Quiet. Well trained. Strong. Loyal. Protective.

“Ti..” Your voice shook before you shut your mouth tight. Lips refusing to break apart as your bottom one wobbled a bit.

Titus looked up. Looked at you. Stared. Waited patiently.

“Ti.. Tu.” You bit your lip while staring back at him. “Ti.. ‘S.” His head tilted. “Ti. us.” Your brows furrowed with your struggle. “Ti.” You stopped. Letting out a breath of frustration before you raised a hand, pointing to the toy.

Titus looked to where your finger pointed. Stared at it for a second before getting up with a stretch of his legs with a downward dog. He stood up, sniffing at the toy before grabbing it in his mouth and moving to walk to the side of your bed.

You watched silently as he dropped the toy next to you on the bed. You stared at it for a beat before looking at him.

You began to reach out before hesitating, stopping yourself. Hand hovering a bit above his head.

The dog didn’t move. Not closer. Not farther. He just stared up at you. Eyes trained directly on you.

You let out a soft breath, slowly and somewhat shakily letting your hand connect with his head. Holding it there for a moment before trailing your thumb against his soft fur.

Your lips parted as you felt his fur.

It was soft, but it was dense. You couldn’t see his skin. It was like some type of armor.

You had armor. The walls around your heart. The electricity you use to fight.

His armor is his fur. His teeth. Strength. Size.

You were alike in a way.

Two dogs working for masters.

But your difference is this.

Your master, he’s cruel. He’s mean, relentless, merciless.

And his master. He cares about him.

“Ti.. T-Tu.. T-Ti-t-us.” you let out a breath, staring into the dog’s patient eyes. “T-Ti-tus. Titus.” you froze. It wasn’t the best said, but. You said it. “Titus.” You repeated it, then once his.

The dog’s tail started to wag, not fast, but a steady rhythm. Like he was proud of you or something.

Your eyes were wide. Blood. There was blood everywhere. Your hands, face, the alley wall and ground. The rain and blood seeping together on the disgusting ground.

The man dead at your feet, his eyes lifeless, body cold. Heart stopped.

Your gaze drifted to a movement in the shadows of the alley. You were still, not moving a muscle. You watched as a figure emerged. Four legs, walking on all of them. One held in the air.

You looked further towards the figure. A canine. A mutt. A mongrel.

Limping. A guarded look in its eyes.

The two of you stared at each other.

Finally, you turned on your heel, beginning to walk away.

And the mutt watched you, ears that were originally held back in its suspicion, popping up onto its head. One had a chunk taken out of it.

The both of you, so alike, yet so different.

Both distant, closed off. Scared..

You grabbed the rubber toy Titus had brought to you like you wanted him to.

You inspected it. A light green rubber, shaped in a large bone. Titus sniffed at the end closest to his face before he went to open his mouth.

You saw him open it, and your blood ran cold, you pulled the toy quick, raising it away from him.

The both of you stared at each other. Him calm, and you calming down from your panic.

Titus seemingly understood you. Understood he needed to be patient with you, just like how Damian and Cassandra knew the same.

You took in his calm aura, slowly realizing, you didn’t need to be so guarded around the big dog.

Slowly, you let the toy come closer to the dog, to his mouth. And he took a moment to see what you would do before he let teeth sink into the rubber of the toy. He pulled gently at first, watching you carefully.

Your grip tightened when he pulled gently. And you pulled back with the same force. Cautiously.

He pulled again, then again, and you pulled back. Then he tried to yank it.

But you didn’t react to his yank. Not greatly, anyway. You were cautious, still. Yanking it back before he started to get a bit more rambunctious, and you as well.

Titus was patient. And sweet. And protective.

And; he’s just what you needed to take your next step out of the perfectly crafted fortress you spent all of your life in.

That stupid smile. You barely even realized it slipped onto your lips as you pulled the toy towards yourself. His tail was wagging, eyes wide. You could almost see the happiness.

His growl. It was a low rumble. One that, before, you would have taken as a threat.

You weren’t sure why you didn’t take it as one. But you weren’t focusing on that.

You could read into it later. Wonder about it later.

Right now. In the present. In the real world. You were playing with a dog.

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the beginning

That is something new I'm trying, my original character and her back story also others that I will be adding will be in an actual book. But I always wanted to do fanfiction on the bat family; I'll hope you'll enjoy this. Also, I don't own any of DC character. Please feedback 

It was one of the dark and rainy evenings in Gotham city. On a rooftop of Lex laboratory was the dark knight, Batman, searching for information about one of the shipments that were stolen by the Penguin. While he entered throughout one of the windows, to start to investigate, he heard a soft cry in one of the cages. He was horrified to see what was inside. He looked around and saw two scientists on the floor. Their veins are black. A baby barely two-years-old was crying. Next to her, there was a woman, possibly her mother, laying without moving there with bruises and wounds all over her body. In an instant, Batman opened the cage and took the baby out, holding her, trying to soothe her down when suddenly the woman grasped his arm.

Batman looked down and saw her arm was covered with black scales. She tried to speak up; however, all she could make was gurgles noises, and all that comes out was black blood. Her eyes were black and red. 

 She looked deeps into his eyes and saw all of his memories. From the happy boy, he was, to the horrible night which he lost his parents, to the dark knight he becomes. She knew it wasn't the best choice, but she also understood his loss and pain. When she saw how tender he was, holding her precious daughter in his arms, she knew her daughter was in good hands. She raised her hands for her baby, and Batman handed the baby to her. The mother cradled her baby and sang a lullaby softly to her, for the last time. The crying baby slowly begins to fall asleep, and the mother kisses her head for goodbye and gives her to the vigilant. She gives him a sad look and a soft smile and closes her eyes for the last time, knowing what's going to come. Her body was covered with black scales as she drifted into the air. The vigilant was in awe; suddenly, a yell pierced the room. The Bat threw smoke booms and vanished into the night. Once he was far from the lab, he looked at the baby, who was still asleep, and without a second thought, he made a decision that will change his life.

So this is the first chapter, I hope that it's readable. Enjoy, and see you soon. dc characters doesn't belong to me