One Shots (Damian Wayne x reader)

Don't be mean to my boss

"So, why do you hate me that much?"

"What?"

I blinked, my eyes dried because of hours working on my computer. I glanced behind the screen. The whole room was empty and plunged in darkness, except for the light at my desk.

Robin was sitting on the other side of my desk, arms crossed over his chest, rocking his chair. A deep will to just kick the chair's leg came over me but I did not act on it, just like all the other times. Instead, I let out a sigh and returned my gaze to the computer.

"I said: why do you hate me that much?"

I clicked on a few things to open another tab of the Gotham Police Department Database.

"I've heard you the first time." I muttered, trying to chase away a looming headache, by pressing a finger against my temple.

"So you're just ... not going to answer?"

His voice was far from nasal but at that exact moment I could not stop comparing it to the sound of an annoying mosquito that I wished to crush under my thumb.

"Maybe because I'm still working because of you and it's more than doubtful that I'm going to be paid more for it." I sighed.

I definitely needed sleep.

A few clicks later and I finally found the tab I was looking for.

"I found the info you wanted. Come read it." I yawned. Glancing at the time on the computer, I calculated that if I left now, I could still hope for four hours of sleep before my next shift here.

Robin stood up and took his sweet time to stretch before walking around my desk. He leaned over my chair, hands grabbing its arms, his chin brushing the top of my head. I resolutely kept my eyes on the time on the bottom right corner of the screen, counting as he read: three hours and fifty-nine minutes, three hours and fifty-eight minutes, three hours and fifty-seven minutes...

"Can't you print it?"

His lips were so close to my ears, I almost jumped out of my skin, but I might have been too tired for my body to really react. I shook my head.

"No, I'll pass. Printing from the GPD database leaves a trace. If there is, indeed, a mole in my own department, I'm not really keen for them to discover I've printed the documents they tried to bury."

He didn't object and I could feel his warmth leaving behind my back. I turned around; he had leaned back the desk behind mine, his green eyes shining in the darkness.

"You don't want to take notes?" I asked.

"I'm good. Now that I know the code of the file, I will use Batman's database to find it again." he said, scratching the back of his neck.

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured on my very tired shoulders. I blinked, fingers tightening into fists.

"You mean that you already have access to the GPD database - through an undoubtedly illegal way - and just were too lazy to search for it?" I asked, icily.

"Yeah."

I stood up and, turning my back on him, I grabbed my bag and coat. "Well, if you don't mind, I'm done wasting my time." I spat.

"Come on Y/n, don't you like spending time with me?" he chuckled, teeth gleaming under the only light of the room. He had perfect teeth - that I currently wanted to punch out of his mouth. I took a step to walk past him but stopped as his hand grabbed my shoulder.

"No answer?" he teased.

I glared at him. "I don't know who you think you are, but to me you're an asshole."