(NEW) Damian Wayne x Reader (Stories)

Accusation | chapter 1

Summary: Damian has been gone most of the time making you feel there's distance between you two and thoughts if he's cheating.

You couldn't explain how your relationship with Damian was complex. You've met his family and played with his dog and other animals so far, but it felt like there was an empty void between you and him. Where he would disappear for weeks with no trace and then return as nothing had happened and that it was normal.

One day you had enough and decided to question his whereabouts. It started to make you feel like he was off cheating with another girl while you were home, always worried about him.

"Hey, Dami? I have a question." You let out almost hesitating, not wanting to hear the fact he might admit that he's cheating, and it would hurt a lot since you loved him more than he ever loved you. If he even does, you thought to yourself. You were always an overthinker.

He didn't look at you while sitting on the couch and instead scrolled through his messages, "Yes?" You didn't respond to the point he eventually looked up at you.

You didn't know where to start, so you took your time before speaking, "I don't know how to say this. But recently, you have been doing this a lot to the point I want to talk about it." You paused, "Are you cheating on me?"

Damian had a puzzled look staring at you that you felt uneasy asking about it. "(Y/N) why would you ever think that?" He eventually stood up, and he was hovering over you, locking you with your eyes.

You didn't say anything, so he took it upon his hands "(Y/N); why would I cheat on you? I've introduced you to my family, and everyone knows about you and me."

He had a point, you thought, but then again, it had you thinking about something else.

"You're distant, Damian, and you disappear most of the time to God-knows-where for days, and then you come back acting as nothing has happened."

"Because nothing has happened at all."

"So, where do you go?" You asked about getting suspicion from him.

"Business trips." He responded calmly.

You were starting to be frustrated. Damian didn't mention to you about the "business trips' ' he was having recently, and you understood that he was soon going to take over his father's business, but it was way too soon he wasn't near 18 yet.

You knew Damian was attractive and Wayne, so you knew he had every girl that wanted him, and if he wanted, he would have left you for other girls that seemed more attractive to him. It was one of your biggest fears and insecurities, even though he assured you that he never would want someone. Did he get bored of me? You thought.

You were shaking your head, "No. You've never mentioned that to me. If you're cheating, tell me so I can not get thoughts of fear that you are."

Damian turned quickly, shocked, and put his hands on your shoulder, "(Y/N) I would never cheat on you. No matter what happens in a situation, I still wouldn't do that. I promise you that I'm doing this for your safety." He explained, giving you direct eye contact, hoping you would understand.

"Damian.. you just said you were on business trips. What do you mean by my safety? Are you fucking with me?!"

Damian breathes heavily, "I can't do this with you anymore." Looking down and putting his hand through his hair

You stood there silently, letting the words sink in while you were in shock, although you didn't allow it to display on your face.

He looked up quickly, realizing what he said, "(Y/N)! I didn't mean it like that. I mean by that I can't stand—"

You backed away from him, and tears were forming in your eyes, "No. You don't have to say anymore. I get the idea." Interrupting him, you started to open the door. As you heard him calling your name, you ignored it and left outside before he could stop you.

"(Y/N)! Come back. I didn't mean it like that!" Damian called out, trying to stop you, but he knew you wouldn't listen, so he stood there feeling dumb while watching you leave in a hurry. "What have I done?" He mumbled to himself, rubbing his face tiredly.