One Shots (Damian Wayne x reader)

Secrets

Damian's pov

I followed Y/n into her apartment. The night had been long and dawn was not far from tainting the sky.

I got into a fight with some Penguin's goons and ended up with a couple bruises. All I wanted to do was sleep but I had promised Y/N that I would pick her up at the end of her night shift as a receptionist in a hotel. So I quickly cleaned up the blood out of my face and changed on the hotel's roof and waited for her at the entrance, chatting a bit with the doorman as she packed her things.

We walked to her apartment, my hand quickly chasing hers until our fingers intertwined. She talked about her shift and how some rich asshole had shouted at the staff because his red wine had not been served with ice. She had to explain to him while keeping her voice calm and a fake smile plastered on her face that red wine is not usually served with ice but if he really wanted to get some in his glass they will of course give him some but that next time he should specify his preference while ordering.

I laughed at her imitation of the guy but bit back a groan as my ribs ached. She frowned asking if something was wrong. So I lied - like every other time - saying I had got some bruises during boxing training. She just nodded, saying that I should be more careful.

We reached the door of her apartment. She turned the key and let us go inside. As she walked out of her shoes she patted my shoulder gently.

"I like that you like boxing, you know that right?" she said softly. I nodded, feeling my throat constricting from guilt. "So, just ... be careful when you choose your opponent, please?"

I cupped her chin and kissed her. "I will."

She sighed but a small smile graced her lips.

"Good."

She turned away and laid down on the couch, stretching her back. I stayed still in the entrance, watching her every move and felt the wave of guilt smashing my last resolve to keep her away from the most dangerous part of my life.

She sat up and turned her face toward me. "I'm starving, do you want pizza? I might have two or three in the freezer."

I licked my lower lip, "Y/n?"

She smiled. "Damian?"

I took a deep breath and walked to her, sitting next to her.

"Damian, you're okay?"

I took her hands between mine. "Y/n, I need to tell you something." I whispered.

She let out a nervous laugh. "Should I be worried?"

"I ... I don't know. I mean I ..."I shook my head. "Just, please listen till the end, okay?"

She nodded, frowning slightly.

"Okay, so, what I want to tell you, I've been wanting to tell you for a long time but I didn't want you to get hurt and I've just kept postponing it because ..." I pressed her fingers against my lips. "Because I love you and I didn't want you to leave me." My breath was getting shorter at every word as my mind started compiling scenarios of my life with Y/n walking away from me. "But I want you to know that I will accept whatever you'll decide." My hands were shaking and I let hers slip from my hold. "I'm not taking boxing classes." Her lips opened in a silent 'o'. "But I do know how to fight. And these bruises I, truly, got them while fighting. Fighting as Robin."

I looked at her face and my world shattered at the tears gathering in her eyes. She stood up.

"What the hell Damian?!" she shouted. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

I gulped. "I know." I choked.

She looked down at me, glowering. "You know?! No I don't think you do. Jesus! Those were the worst minutes of my life." she sighed and collapsed on the couch next to me, going from anger to exhaustion in a matter of seconds.

"I don't understand." I stammered. "I've just told you that I'm-"

"Yeah, yeah, you're Robin, that's old news Damian." she exclaimed.

"Wait, what?! You knew?" I asked, completely lost and flabbergasted.

"Yeah, like six months after we've seriously started dating. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad you're finally telling me and that you trust me with the info but like ... I thought you were going to tell me that you've been cheating on me or that you're getting married to someone or, I don't know, that you have a secret family waiting for you somewhere."

She fanned herself with her hands.

"Hold on, how did you find out?" I asked.

She looked at me with a chuckle. "Well, since we've been really dating, we've been either at the manor or here, right? So, when you are leaving the bed in the middle of the night, well you're not as silent as you think. Then the bruises and you never being at the same place as Robin at the same time. Do you remember the party a year ago? We were dancing and you said you had to go to the bathroom. You disappeared and twenty minutes later, Batman and Robin barged into the room to arrest three guys from the Italian mafia. When I finally found you, you gave me a bullshit excuse to explain why you stayed in the bathroom so long. I've just put two and two together. I mean, it's not so hard to believe."

I raised an eyebrow. " What do you mean?"

"Well, Bruce and you are loaded, like it might not be too hard for you to find all your equipment. And you are all so self-righteous and looking for other people, protecting as many as you can and all." She leaned on me and kissed my cheek. "That's one thing that I like about you."

I leaned toward her and kissed her properly, relief flooding my mind.

"So you're not mad?"

She shook her head, laughing. "No, I'm even happy that this "secret" is not between us anymore." She stood up and walked to the freezer. "So, pizza?"

Two hours later, we were cuddled on the couch, pizza crust on the coffee table, watching the sun rise in between the skyscrapers. My fingers were dancing on the skin of her shoulder, my chin on the top of her head.

"You really found out because I wasn't hiding it well?" I asked, a bit worried that if it was too obvious some bad people could figure it out too.

Her shoulders started shaking as she laughed quietly.

"What?" I chuckled.

"I ... Alright, I'll be honest. I didn't figure it that way. I just understood why you were behaving a certain way after I found out."

"So, how did you know?"

She buried her head in the crook of my neck, her breath brushing my skin, sending nice shivers down my spine.

"Well, it was really six months after we started dating. We were sleeping at the manor and it was the middle of the night. I was hungry and you had said I could get anything from the kitchen if I wanted to, so ... I went to the kitchen and ate a banana and I heard a sound not far from the kitchen door. It sounded like someone had dropped something, so I walked to the sound - I don't really know why - to help I guess. It had come from the laundry room. So I opened and the light was already on. I found myself face to face with Alfred holding soaked clothes and well, they were your Robin costume and some parts of Batman's." She giggled. I grinned, picturing the scene in my head. "You should have seen Alfred's face. And mine." She kissed my neck. "Until now, it had been our little secret."