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Bed Save
Pairing: Bruce x F!Reader x Toddler!Damian
Summary: Damian waddles into his parents and climbs onto their bed. He tries to wake up Bruce as he stands up. He slips and was about to fall onto the ground but gets saved as Bruce catches him by the foot. Damian then wants to do it again as he sits in his father’s lap
Damian waddles into his parents room to see them still asleep. Bruce has his arm slumped against your waist. Damian grips onto the sheets before heaving himself up and lies on his stomach. He crawls towards his father before poking him. "Papa." Time to shake Bruce. "Papa."
Damian looks over to his mother shifting to lay on your side towards him and Bruce. "Papa." Damian stands up to start moving his arms and legs a bit. He loses his footing and slips off the bed.
Before he could hit the ground, something wraps around his ankle, making him hang above the ground. He gets pulled up back onto the bed with Alfred walking in with a tray. "Mister Wayne, it's time to-"
"I'm awake." Bruce cuts him off with his wife waking up and Damian in his lap. "Again! Papa, again!" Alfred nods before he puts the tray down and leaving the room. "Did Damian come in again?" you shift your head to look at your husband. "Yeah."
"Did he almost fall off the bed again?"
"Yeah." Damian crawls out of Bruce's lap and lays down in front of you. "Hi, Mama." He says before crawling under the covers and snuggling into her body. "Hi, Damian." you says back before closing your eyes. "Do I get to go back to sleep?" Bruce looks down at his wife and son. "No. You have work to do." you answer before falling back asleep completely.
Settle
Pairing: Jason x F!Reader x Baby!Damian
Summary: Jason wakes up to Damian. You’re about to get him but Jason insists and takes care of his baby brother
Little Damian’s cries and screams wakes you and Jason up at the hour of 2 in the morning.
You were about to slip out of bed, but Jason wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back into bed. “I got him, girly.” He pecks your lips.
It’s become a daily thing for you and Jason. Whenever Damian’s crying, one of you go to him. If he continues crying, then he’d probably want the other who didn’t come.
Bruce had passed away from being badly injured on a mission, so you and Jason stepped up to be Damian’s guardians.
Damian stands in his cot, his hands gripping the rails. His cheeks are pink and wet. “What’s wrong, baby brother?” Jason picks the toddler up, along with the dummie. It gets placed in Damian’s mouth.
Damian presses his cheek against Jason’s shoulder and his small hand gripping his older brother’s collar.
“Open the door.” you heard Jason’s voice on the other side of the door. It opens to have Damian’s small face peep through before the whole thing opens to show the two.
“I guess he wanted his big brother.”
“I guess he did.” Jason agreed, moving to be on his side of the bed. He lays Damian on his chest, but the little Wayne doesn’t like that, so he stands in the small space between you and Jason to waddle to you.
You chuckle in awe at him as he puts his small hands on your stomach before heaving his body on yours and resting his head on your chest. Your finger drawing random patterns has him fall back asleep.
If it works on his older brother, then it works on this baby.
"He’s adorable.” you comment.
“When he’s not screaming.” Jason adds, lying on his side and his head against your shoulder. His comment makes you laugh sarcastically. “Just go to sleep.”
Eat
Pairing: Bruce x F!Reader x Toddler!Damian
Summary: Damian starts to shove crackers into Bruce’s mouth and continues to tell him to eat with yourself agreeing
Bruce sits down on a red chair in the lounge, sighing tiredly after finishing up a mission. Small footsteps and a plastic bag rustling makes him tilt his head to see his toddler son.
Damian sets the box of crackers next to his father before climbing up Bruce’s legs to settle on his lap. The toddler grabs the box as Bruce puts his hands up against Damian’s back to support him so he doesn’t fall off.
“Eat.” Damian shoves the box against Bruce’s chest. “No, Damian. They’re your crackers.” The small Wayne shoves the box again. “Eat.” He reaches into the box and pulls out a cracker, placing it on top of Bruce’s lips.
Bruce doesn’t see a way out, so he opens his mouth and accepts the cracker. Damian starts to pull out another a cracker and tells Bruce to do the same thing. “Thanks, but no thanks, Damian. I’ve already eaten.”
“Bullshit.” Both the Wayne’s turn their heads to see you leaning against one of the many door frames connected to the lounge from watching the two. “Daddy hasn’t eaten.” you walk towards the two and settles next to your husband and son.
Damian wiggles his way off of his father and settles on his mother’s lap. You wrap your arms around Damian and leans your chin against his demon onesie covered head. “He’s not the only one telling you to eat.”
“Who else is ther-?”
“Myself and Alfred. You and the other three boys don’t eat as much.”
“Because there’s cri-”
“Crime to be taken care of. I know. Now it’s either you eat these crackers or I’m going to cook you something real nasty.” you give him a stern look. “Whatever you try to cook, it turns out good.”
“You’ll sleep on the couch for a month. And we all know how real uncomfortable they are to sleep on.” Damian throws the box of crackers at his father’s chest. “Papa. Eat.”
Another box of crackers whacks the back of Bruce’s head. The three of them see Alfred standing with his arms at the sides of his body and a proud smirk on his face. “Your son is right, Mr. Wayne. Eat.”
More boxes of crackers get thrown at Bruce. “Why is there so many crackers?!”
Come Here
Pairing: Damian x GN!Reader
Summary: You come back from a mission and your body hurts all over. Damian helps you out by giving you cuddles
A/N: you and Damian are somewhere in the 20s for your ages
Your feet slowly carry your body into the Batcave. You take off your (helmet/mask). “How was the mission?” asked Bruce.
“Oh, I’m fine, thanks.” you say sarcastically. “It was fine.” Was all you needed to say.
You walk into your shared room with Damian.
“Hey, love.” you hear his voice. You look over to him sitting on the bean bag. “Hey, Dami.”
Stripping out of your suit, Damian sees the bruises starting top form on your back, some forming over your scars.
You were always insecure about your scars when you and Damian first started dating.
Damian told you to take your time around him. A few months after the two of you got together, you invited him to join you in the shower or in the bath and to relax in them. You also didn’t care about changing in front of him.
After stripping out of your suit, now only in your underwear, you take out one of Damian’s shirts and slipping it over your head and letting it rest against your body.
Hearing the words “Come here,” you shuffle into his lap and feeling his arms wrap around your hips. Your head rests against the side of his neck. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m sore, stiff and tired.”
His hands start to move and apply pressure to where you’d usually have pains on your back, mostly on your lower back.
“When did you come back from mission?” you ask.
“A few hours ago.” He feels your hands slip under his shirt to apply pressure against a wound, making him wince at the touch. “Nothing major, baby.” He presses his lips against your head, reassuring you.
He shifts his head to look at the now-formed bruises on your lower back. He gently starts to rub it. “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.” You nod against his neck and pressing a small kiss to it. “Okay.”
Damian Wayne x Reader: slow mornings.
Words: 596
Reader pronouns: not stated (was coded as black reader since this was written with my oc in mind)
Warnings: None, just fluff. Like, a lot. Also, too short.
Edited?: Not yet, sorry.
Summary: Damian has get out of bed and workout, but you're too bewitching.
Author's note: I wrote this with my DC oc, Blake, on mind. She's black, so I guess you could find this little blurb somewhat black-coded. It accepts every type of reader, really, no skinny or hair or skin or eyes mentions, so there you go!! If you've liked it, know my requests are open w the anon option. I also mainly listened to Farewell, Neverland by TXT while writing this lol. OF COURSE, this is older!damian we're talking about.
Criticism is appreciated and request are open! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea! The list for the characters I write is HERE.
Damian always woke up before you did. His routine was rather strict, but simple if he followed it right, and he had enough discipline to follow through with it everyday. A quick breakfast, a heavy workout, a proper breakfast, a heavier and more physical workout, showering and meditation, then the rest of his day. Considering the amount of responsibilities he had as Wayne Enterprises’ VP, he had to wake up really early to fulfill his routine during work days and still arrive on time to the building. Weekends were easier, because they were slower and lacked obnoxious work meetings, and he almost never missed his workouts. Almost.
When he woke that morning, early enough for the light coming through the window to be still weak, his first impulse was to slide out of the bed — pushing the white sheets off his body. But he had barely moved in order to do that, when he noticed your arm around his torso. It made him smile slightly, lovingly, watching your hair all messy around your face, semi buried in the soft, silk pillow.
Damian had had to go to bed before you had even been able to get out of your company’s meeting. In one of the intense but short lived breaks in between your meeting, you had called him and asked not to wait for you, and out of pure exhaustion Damian had actually listened to you and gone to bed once midnight striked. So, this was the first time he was seeing you since early the morning before that.
At least you hadn’t been tired enough not to take your makeup off out of sleepiness, given now she was barefaced. Your skin shone there where the sun, shyly coming in from the barely pulled together curtains, caressed you; and Damian couldn’t help but follow with his eyes the path of happiness on it. His smile widened as his eyes moved slowly, thumb coming to caress your arm again and again and again and again. Damian knew he should have forced himself to lift from the bed more than five minutes ago, but how could he when you could bewitch him by just existing?
Damian’s fingers drew patterns everywhere he could reach, gently easing up as you awakened as you snuggled closer to him. You hid on the crook of his neck, groaning quietly when Damian tickled you slightly, but a smile blossoming on your face because God, it was hard to be mad with Damian when he was this soft. You looked even more precious now to him, as your eyes fluttered, fighting to keep them close.
“Good morning, beloved.” He whispered to your ear, ticklish enough to make you chuckle cheerfully and writhe involuntarily against his body.
You rolled to the side to face him better, but you didn’t open your eyes just yet. “I thought you had to workout today.”
“Something more important came up.”
With that, your eyes opened, glimmering sweetly — Damian’s breath almost caught on the back of your throat. He wanted to stay like this forever. “Oh, yeah?” You hummed, eyebrows up and slightly teasing. Damian just stared, knowing well you appreciated the way he would include you in his mornings from time to time, putting his discipline aside. “And what is that?”
Damian’s lip corner twisted slightly, prompting that charming grin of his. His hand came to your waist, squeezing with the right amount of strength to make you feel terribly loved and important, and then his grin twisted to a genuine smile. “Why don’t you stay and find out?”