Lost in the Void, Found in the Stars | Damian Wayne Oneshots

Kisses | Irey West

Summary: While waiting for a soccer game, Irey teases Damian about being too serious.

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The summer sun had dipped low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the park. Damian Wayne and Irey West stood side by side, the gentle rustle of leaves filling the air as they waited for their friends to arrive for a casual game of soccer. It was supposed to be a simple, fun afternoon—a break from the chaos that usually filled their lives. But nothing was ever simple when it came to Damian Wayne.

Irey nudged him with her elbow, a smirk playing on her lips as she caught the faint crease of concentration on Damian’s brow. “You look like you’re plotting something,” she teased, folding her arms over her chest. “Relax, Wayne. It’s just soccer.”

Damian’s green eyes flicked to hers, his expression as calm and measured as always. “I’m not plotting anything, West. Just assessing the situation.”

“Right,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “Because you need to ‘assess’ a bunch of teenagers kicking a ball around.”

“There’s always something to assess,” he responded smoothly, his voice unwavering. “You never know when someone will make a mistake.”

Irey sighed, shaking her head. “You really need to lighten up.”

Damian didn’t bother with a verbal response. He simply watched, his arms crossed in his typical stoic fashion.

“You know,” she said, hopping from one foot to the other, “I figured out your weakness.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “I don’t have a weakness.”

“Oh, you do,” Irey replied with a playful grin, sidling up closer to him. “And it’s something you can’t escape. Not even with all your training.”

Damian let out a quiet, skeptical hum, though he didn’t step back from her advance. “And what exactly is this so-called weakness?”

Irey leaned in, her face only inches from his, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “It’s kisses,” she whispered lightly.

For a moment, Damian’s expression didn’t change. His sharp gaze held hers, unmoving, as if waiting for her to crack. But then, something flickered in his eyes—something almost playful, hidden beneath.

“Kisses,” he repeated dryly, as though the very idea was absurd.

Irey smirked. “Yup. And you know what that means, right?”

“I have no idea where you’re going with this,” Damian replied, though there was a slight edge of curiosity in his voice.

“It means,” Irey said, poking him lightly in the chest, “you’re doomed. We’re all doomed eventually, sure, but you… you’re especially doomed.”

Damian’s lips quirked ever so slightly, just enough to betray his amusement. “Because of kisses.”

“Exactly,” Irey confirmed with a dramatic nod. “One kiss and you’re done for. Wayne legacy? Crumbled. All that League of Assassins training? Gone. You’re defenseless.”

Damian exhaled softly, almost like a chuckle, though he wouldn’t admit to it. “And what makes you think I would be ‘defenseless’ against a kiss?”

Irey’s grin widened, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Because, Damian,” she said, leaning in even closer, “you’ve never had to face a speedster’s kiss.”

Damian blinked, clearly not expecting that. “A speedster’s kiss?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, her tone growing even more playful. “You won’t even see it coming. One second you’re standing there, all stoic and brooding, and the next? Bam! You’re kissed before you even know what hit you.”

Damian, for once, seemed momentarily caught off guard. His usual composure slipped, just a fraction, as he regarded Irey with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. “That sounds highly improbable.”

“Does it?” She challenged, tilting her head. “You sure about that? Because I could prove it right now.”

For a split second, she saw his guard lower just enough, like he was actually considering the possibility of it.

Before either of them could move, a voice called from across the park, breaking the moment. “Hey! Are you guys starting without us?”

Irey turned to see the rest of their friends approaching, waving them over. She sighed, stepping back from Damian, though the teasing smile never left her face.

“Saved by the bell, Wayne,” she said with a wink.

Damian’s expression settled back into its usual neutral calm, but Irey didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on her for just a second longer than normal. “I wasn’t in any danger.”

Irey laughed, giving him a light pat on the shoulder as she started walking towards the others. “Keep telling yourself that.”

As she walked away, Damian glanced after her, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Maybe she was right. Maybe, just maybe.

But he’d never admit it.

Not yet, anyway.

End