Literally no one cared about this ship, I feel so bad 'cause they're not even that bad, just a little bland maybe.
Summary: During a draining business meeting, Damian Wayne receives a text from Maxine Navarro: "Come home."
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The Wayne Tech conference room felt stifling under the bright, sterile lights. Damian sat at the head of the table, staring at the endless reports sprawled before him. Meetings like these drained him, far more than any rooftop chase through Gotham or League mission ever could. His mind wandered, as it always did when forced into this kind of setting, thinking about something-someone-else entirely.
Maxime Navarro had been on his mind a lot lately. The chaos that usually surrounded them both had given way to a quieter tension. It wasn't something they spoke about; they didn't need to. They both understood, like a secret language that didn't need any words.
As he forced his focus back to the papers, his phone buzzed on the table. Damian glanced at the screen, recognizing the sender immediately: Max. He unlocked the phone to see a single message.
"Come home."
Two words. That's all it took.
Damian's chest tightened, and for a moment, the sterile office, the endless reports, and the sirens of the city outside disappeared. All he could think about was her.
Home. What a foreign concept that had always been to him-until Max.
Without a second thought, Damian stood abruptly, startling the handful of board members who had been droning on about stock projections. "The meeting is adjourned," he said flatly, ignoring the confused looks and hurried protests.
"Mr. Wayne, we-"
"Adjourned," Damian repeated, his tone brokering no argument as he strode toward the door. His mind had already checked out of the corporate world, and there was something far more important calling him.
The wind whipped through his hair as he sped through the city on his bike, weaving through traffic effortlessly. Gotham blurred past him, but Damian's focus was singular. He had received countless messages before, from allies, enemies, even family members, but none had ever struck him like ones from Max.
When he reached her apartment, he barely had time to knock before the door swung open. Max stood there, leaning against the doorframe, looking at him with that familiar half-smirk, like she'd been expecting him all along. She didn't say a word. She didn't need to.
Damian stepped inside, his eyes locking with hers. The door clicked shut behind him, and for a moment, there was silence, only the sound of their breathing filling the small space.
He didn't move closer immediately. He just stood there, taking her in. She was dressed casually, a tank top and shorts, but it wasn't her appearance that drew him in-it was the intensity in her eyes, the way she could communicate so much without saying anything. It was maddening, how much he wanted her, and yet how much control he maintained, standing just out of reach.
Max raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying his struggle. "You're thinking too much, Wayne."
Damian exhaled sharply, breaking the tension with a step forward. "I don't think you understand what you do to me."
Her smirk deepened, but her eyes softened as he came closer. "Try me."
Damian closed the distance between them, his hands settling on her waist, pulling her close. He could feel the warmth of her body, her heartbeat quickening beneath his palms, and that was all the answer he needed. His forehead pressed against hers, and for a second, everything slowed-the world outside, the chaos of Gotham, even his own relentless mind.
"Home," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "This is home."
Max slid her arms around his neck, her fingers weaving into his hair as she held him close. "Then don't leave."
They didn't need to speak anymore after that. Words were clumsy, inadequate compared to the way their bodies communicated. It wasn't frantic or rushed; it was deliberate, an unsaid promise between them.
Damian's hands moved up her sides, feeling the way her body responded to his touch, every breath, every subtle shift telling him what she wanted. Max was always confident, always sure of herself, but in moments like these, she allowed herself to be vulnerable, to trust someone completely. It was something Damian never took lightly.
"Stay," Max whispered again, her voice softer now, filled with something deeper than just desire.
Damian's grip on her tightened slightly, his lips brushing against her temple. "I'm not going anywhere."
And he meant it.
End
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