One Shots (Damian Wayne x reader)

Late to the Party

Champagne bubbles shining under the golden lights of the bar. An orchestra playing classical music. Couples dancing with grace, on the wooden floor, dressed in black tailor suits or lace dresses adorned by gleaming jewelries. A magnificent buffet full of expensive dishes and ice statues. The anniversary of the CEO of one of the biggest enterprises in Gotham was truly beautiful and well-organized.

I grabbed another glass of champagne as a waiter walked around the crowd, balancing with care his tray of drinks. The cold surface of the glass was a welcome sensation under my fingers. With the big crowd gathered in this place, the temperature had risen in the last three hours.

As I walked toward one of the French windows leading to a balcony with a Gothic barrier, the colorful dresses ruffling at the music tampo caught my eyes.

Truly beautiful party indeed but so, so boring.

I slowly walked outside, welcoming the fresh air of the night. Darkness surrounded the manor that - with all the candelabras lit for the party - probably looked like a lighthouse perched on a hill. I gazed at the obscurity, the lights of Gotham shining faintly on the horizon.

I took a sip of champagne, bubbles bursting on my tongue. As bored as I was, I could still enjoy its delicate taste.

The birthday cake had been cut an hour ago and my date had deserted me a long time before the first slice of the strawberry cake got eaten. Now dancing, drinking and gossiping were the only things possible and without a partner there was only one of those things I was able - and willing - to do. Looking at my wristwatch, I could see that I still had to stay at least an hour and a half before it was proper to leave.

"What are you doing outside?"

A masculine voice took me away from my thoughts. I looked behind my shoulder to see a tall young man, wearing a dark blue suit, jet-black hair and emerald eyes, stepping on the balcony.

"I need some fresh air." I replied, turning my gaze back on the horizon.

I heard his steps coming closer.

"Alone?"

I glanced at him, as he leaned on the barrier, strands of hair falling over his forehead.

"My boyfriend left me to fend for myself during this lovely society gathering." I answered dryly. .

"I'm sure he is regretting it."

"How would you know?"

He leaned toward me, our faces close enough for me to feel his breath on my skin.

"Anyone would regret leaving a woman like you behind." he smiled.

I raised an eyebrow at his flirting.

"You think so?" I asked softly, looking into his eyes. He nodded. "Well" I took a step back. "I'm not really convinced. After all, it's not the first time he did this. I think he might take me for granted. Or I'm not enough for him to stay by my side." His lips parted but no sound came out.

I took another sip of my champagne, avoiding his gaze. He took one more step and soon enough his arms wrapped around my waist, his chest pressing against my back.

"Y/n, you're enough and way more." he whispered into my ears. "You are right, I might have been taking you for granted."

I sighed as his lips brushed my neck. "Words, Damian, always words." I argued back.

His arms tightened around me.

"I'll do better, I promise," he said. "Tell me what I can do to make it better?"

I turned around to see him, a frown deforming his face. As close as I was from him, I could see a bruise forming on the side of his left cheekbone, covered by a layer of makeup. I sighed.

"Well, for tonight, you can ask me for a dance or two." My fingers brushed his chest before grabbing the handkerchief folded on his side pocket. Carefully, I turned his face to the side and brushed a drop of blood he had missed cleaning on his way back. "And next time you have to leave a party - you have been invited to - in a hurry because of your night job, take me with you so I don't have to die of boredom."

"But..."

"I don't ask you to bring me to your fights. Just drop me off somewhere I can take a cab, on the way. Because if I have to spend one more night in a place where I don't know anyone, I'm seriously thinking champagne bubbles will be the death of me."

He smiled. "Alright."

His lips found mine, my arms gripping his tie as he pressed our bodies against the barrier. As we parted to take a breath, he held my hand to his lips.

"The next dance is going to start soon. Would you give me the pleasure to be my partner, Y/n?" he asked.

"I do."

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A short and soft one shot today 'cause the next one is going to be about a difficult subject and it's going to take me some time to write it. 

Hope you like it 

Have a nice day and take care :)