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

Heaven's Not Fit to House | Five Hargreeves

Summary: Both boys knew they were terrible for each other, and still, they found themselves in the other's embrace.

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Damian Wayne stood on the rooftop of a dilapidated building, Gotham's skyline behind him, the smell of rain heavy in the air. The city was a war, a dangerous maze he had long learned to navigate. But tonight, it wasn't Gotham's dangers he was focused on. It was the boy standing beside him—Number Five, the time-traveling, sharp-tongued enigma who had spun into his life like a hurricane and refused to leave.

Damian didn’t know when it started. All he knew was that he couldn’t stop it now, even if he wanted to. And God help him, he didn’t want to.

"You ever think we're terrible for each other?" Damian asked, breaking the silence as he glanced over at Five. And like an idiot, his eyes lingered longer than they should have, tracing the sharpness of Five's features, or the careless way he held his hands in his pockets.

Five smirked, the kind that said he knew exactly what Damian was thinking but would never admit it. "Oh, we're definitely a disaster. Anyone with half a brain could see that." He shrugged nonchalantly, but there was something in his eyes, something darker beneath the sarcasm. "But I've never been one to avoid a hurricane."

Damian's lips curved slightly, but it wasn't a simple smile—it was too knowing, too raw for that. He could feel it deep in his chest, the way his heart raced whenever Five was near.

They were disasters. Damian knew that. He had spent his entire life learning to control everything, every emotion, every movement, every breath. Five, though? He didn't play by any rules. Five moved like he had nothing to lose, as if the world could crumble around him and he'd still be smirking under the rubble.

Damian had fallen first. It was slow, at first—something about Five's mind, the way he challenged him. Five saw through the masks and titles, straight to the chaos inside, and instead of recoiling, he leaned in.

But Five fell harder.

"You're not exactly a calming influence yourself, Wayne," Five continued, glancing sideways at Damian. "In fact, I think I've probably shaved a few centuries off my life just hanging around you."

"And yet, you're still here," Damian countered, his voice a little quieter than usual. He wasn’t sure why he said it, but Five always had a way of pulling truths out of him, making him say things he wouldn't normally say, not even to himself.

Five stopped walking then, turning to face him fully. Those stupidly piercing blue eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Damian, but there was something undeniably soft underneath—something only Damian ever saw. He hated it. He loved it. He couldn't look away.

"That's the thing," Five said, voice dropping into something almost dangerous. "I don't want to be anywhere else. Even if it means I'm walking into a burning building every time I'm with you."

Damian's heart slammed against his ribs, the honesty of it punching him harder than any he'd ever taken. Five wasn't one for sappy declarations, wasn't one for long-winded confessions. He didn't need to be. His words were raw and real, and they hit Damian straight in the gut.

"I'd rather die terrified," Five continued, taking a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper, "than live an eternity without you."

Damian swallowed hard, the weight of those words settling in his chest, making it painfully tight. They were both disasters. Terrible for each other, like fire and gasoline. But in a strange, twisted way, it made sense. Neither of them wanted simple. They wanted storms and chaos, something that made their blood pump and their hearts race.

"You know this could never work," Damian said, but his voice lacked conviction. Even he could hear how hollow the words sounded.

Five just smirked, that sharp, knowing smirk that made Damian's stomach twist in ways he still didn't fully understand. "Maybe not," Five replied, "but since when do we care about that?"

The rain started falling then, drenching them both in seconds, but neither of them moved to leave. They stood there, the city crackling with electricity around them, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had fallen away. It was just them—the boy who held the world in his hands and the boy who bent time to his will.

And somehow, they had found each other in the wreckage.

"Tell me, Damian," Five said, with an edge of danger that Damian came to crave. "Does your heart race for a hurricane?"

Damian met his gaze, a fire blazing in his verdant eyes. "Every damn time," he admitted.

Five's grin widened, his eyes lighting up in a reckless way. "Good," he said, stepping closer, his face inches from Damian's now. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

They stood there, close enough to feel the heat from each other's skin despite the cold rain, hearts beating fast, the storm raging on around them. Maybe they were a disaster. Maybe they were terrible for each other.

But that was exactly what made it right.

Mistakes weren't always regrets.

End