There should be more fics about them. Why aren't there more fics about them? :/
Summary: Damian Wayne joins a dating app to track down his stolen motorcycle.
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Damian Wayne had done many questionable things in his life, but joining a dating app to track down his stolen motorcycle was probably one of the stranger ones. Sitting in the Batcave, he stared at his phone screen, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he scrolled through profiles on “Plenty of Fish.” He knew this was ridiculous. He had access to the best surveillance technology in the world, and yet here he was, hoping that a stolen bike thief might slip up on a dating app.
A lesser man might have been embarrassed, but Damian had long ago stopped worrying about how he looked.
Alfred passed by, eyeing the scene with subtle disapproval but saying nothing. Damian’s fingers hovered over one profile in particular: Jackson, 6’4” aquatic enthusiast.
There was no way.
The picture was familiar—the broad shoulders, blonde hair, and easy grin was unmistakable.
Jackson Hyde.
“Of course,” Damian muttered, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He was almost impressed by the audacity. He swiped right.
The match notification came instantly.
About an hour later, Damian was pulling up outside Jackson’s apartment. He knew full well his bike wasn’t here, but that didn’t stop him. This was all a part of his elaborate plan, duh.
Stepping off his spare Batbike after locking it with several layers of anti-theft tech, he knocked on the door.
Jackson answered, grinning as if they were actually meeting for a casual first date. “Damian. Didn’t think you’d actually show up.”
Damian crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t think I’d track down my stolen property through a dating app? You clearly underestimate me.”
Jackson laughed, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Look, I don’t have your bike. You know that.”
“Do I?” Damian’s eyes narrowed. “You could be hiding it. Maybe it’s under your bed. I’ll have to search the entire place to be sure.”
“Is that your way of asking to come inside?” Jackson stepped aside, making an exaggerated gesture for Damian to enter. “Fine. Come in. But you’re not gonna find any missing bikes under my bed.”
Damian swept past him, taking in the surroundings with a trained eye. His posture was deceptively relaxed, but Jackson knew better. Damian was always on guard, always calculating. “So, where’s the evidence of your innocence?”
Jackson closed the door and followed Damian into the apartment, watching as Damian glanced around, inspecting shelves, the corners of the room, even Jackson’s meticulously arranged collection of seashells on a table. “Honestly, Damian. If I wanted a date with you, I wouldn’t steal your bike to make it happen. I’d just ask.”
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Lost in the Void, Found in the Stars | Damian Wayne Oneshots
FanfictionExactly as the title suggests. Lots of rare-pairs to heal my multi-shipper heart. Every fic is centered around Damian, that means they'll love him more than anyone else, if you feel like a character would actually like someone else more, womp womp b...
