𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗶𝗿𝗱 • Damian Wayne x Female Insert/Reader

The Boy

"Little birdy told me you were having a sleep over," You scoffed as Bruce got out of the Batmobile.

Bruce looked to you.

"Alfred is preparing a room for him."

"Who's him?"

"That's not your place, servant." A boy hissed.

"Excuse me?" You replied.

The boy jumped out of the car, and turned towards Bruce.

"You have only one servant?"

"She's not a servant," Bruce corrected. "She's my daughter."

"She doesn't look like mother," The boy stated, crossing his arms and eyeing you up and down.

"I'm adopted," you smirked, peeling your mask off. "I'm Lorrietta." You held out your hand for him to shake, but instead, he scoffed, and pushed past you.

"So this is the fabled BatCave. Grandfather told me all about it." He plopped down in front the Bat Computer. "Smaller than I imagined. Very efficient, though."

"He's your spitting image." You muttered to Bruce, before turning on your heel, heading towards the exit.

"I thought you'd be thrilled." Bruce called after you.

"I asked for a Robin!" You called back. "A partner, Bruce! Not some worm who thinks he's above me because of his genes." With that, you stomped off.

"So that's Black Bird?" Damian said as you disappeared. "She's different than my Grandfather had described. He said she was an incredible young woman, with the potential to hold my young."

"That's Lorri." Bruce corrected again. "And you better forget her 'breeding potential'. Your room is in the same hallway as hers. I would prefer you didn't die your first night here."

••

You had actually taken a liking to Damian. He was stubborn, but it was attractive in a way. Speaking of attractive, his green eyes haunted you all night, and you knew Alfred knew it. You stood in a robe in the kitchen, sipping a glass of water while looking through the window.

"I've got to get down to the office." Bruce began as he entered the kitchen, picking up a piece of toast. "How's Damian?"

"See for yourself." Alfred motioned to the window.

Bruce gaped as he watched his son destroy the bushes and shrubs of the garden, with perfect form, if you might add. You were a whole year older than him, but he could easily give you a run for your money.

"He's been at it since 5:00 this morning since he broke down my door and demanded I find him a proper sword. 'And make it fast. I don't have all morning.'" You rolled your eyes as you imitated him. "The swords your grandfather's. Y'know, the one on the plaque on the wall."

You all watched in silence as he destroyed a bush in the shape of a giraffe.

"I think we might be able to skip the gardener this month." Alfred mused.

"Well, he was trained by the League of Assassins." Bruce defended.

"I myself am rooting for the shrubbery." Alfred finished, leaving the kitchen.

You and Bruce both watched him for a few more moments as Damian destroyed a deer.

"He has talent." Bruce muttered.

"Talent is nothing without the proper mindset." You replied. "But you should hurry to work."

Bruce nodded, saying a quick goodbye and ran out the door. You stayed, watching Damian for a few more moments, before Alfred joined you again.

"Miss Lorri, I and Master Bruce don't mind you walking around the manor as you are, since we both saw you when you were a small baby. But now that there is a new Master..." he trailed off.

You nodded.

"Of course. I understand." You smiled, and turned on your heel.

You chose your outfit for the day, and walked out your door, only to bump into Damian. On reflex, you grabbed his hands and shoved him up against the wall, effectively trapping him.

"I'm sorry, we're you listening to the sound of me changing?" You asked, simply to mess with him.

He scoffed. "I've seen more attractive women in gutters." He hissed, making you smirk.

"Wish I could say the same about you."

Did you just compliment him?

"I'd stay out of my way, Lorrietta." Damian warned, putting on a smirk of his own. He leaned in, closing in on your ear. "Wouldn't want you to get bit."

What surprised him is when you released him.

"I knew Ra's al Ghul." You smiled. "Or, more like I had fought him with my sisters after the eldest one was killed. He told me of his protégé while we were fighting. He won, of course. But when he had me pinned to the ground, he spared me, and asked if I would be willing to carry the protégé's spawn. I assume he meant you."

Damian just stood there, smirking.

"If the it were up to me, I would never chose you to carry my future."

"Ah, but it wasn't up to you, hm?" You smiled.

Damian paused, before scoffing, and crossing his arms, smirk ever present.

"Besides, Rachel knocked him to the ground before I could accept the offer." You turned, walking off, not even bothering to look back.

And Damian thanked God you didn't.

He was well composed, but you. Ever since last night, there had been something boiling in his chest. At first, he thought Pennyworth had drugged his tea. Then, he thought doing an early morning training session would help. But what you just said made the feeling even stronger.

Was it hatred? It could be.

How about pride? No, that didn't make any sense.

"And get dressed!" You called from down the hall, breaking Damian out of his thoughts. "You look stupid! The cute grocer is coming today. I don't want you embarrassing me!"

No. It was hatred.