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

Worth the Wait | Lexie Luthor

The format is a little bit different than my other oneshots, I hope it's not too distracting.

Summary: Lexie sends Damian flowers everyday.

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Alexis Luthor knew how to play the game.

Raised in a world of steel towers and cold transactions, her last name came with expectations—ones that she never quite fit. LexCorp was her inheritance, but power and wealth weren’t the only things she cared about. No, there was something else she wanted. Something—or rather, someone—who lived in a world much darker than hers but with a soul she could never stop thinking about.

Damian Wayne.

She wasn’t foolish. Damian had never looked at her twice, not when they crossed paths at Wayne Enterprises functions, not when their dealings brought them to the same events, and certainly not when their fathers’ legacies intertwined in business. But she had seen him. Watched him, even if only in passing.

He had no idea.

It started with flowers. A simple, quiet gesture that could probably go unnoticed amidst all of Gotham’s chaos. Alexis didn’t sign her name, of course—that would be reckless. Instead, the card was blank, the bouquet delivered to Wayne Manor on a day that seemed as mundane as any other. She imagined his reaction: confusion, probably. Curiosity, perhaps. But no recognition.

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Damian frowned at the flowers on the doorstep.

Roses. Pale pink and white, arranged delicately in a neat bouquet, with the dewdrops still glistening on the petals. At first, he assumed they were for Dick or Tim. Flowers on the manor's doorstep weren’t exactly common, but his brothers had their admirers. Damian, on the other hand, did not entertain such things.

He picked up the card, expecting it to confirm his assumption. The thought of tossing them aside crossed his mind, but something caught his eye—his name.

Damian.

Not Dick, not Tim. Him.

He stared at the card for a long moment, then glanced at the flowers again. He couldn’t recall anyone who’d give him something so... gentle. Whoever this was, they didn’t know him well. Not in the way someone should if they were sending him gifts.

“Hey, what’s with the flowers?” Dick’s voice cut through Damian’s thoughts as he stepped out onto the porch.

Damian turned, holding up the bouquet slightly. “They’re for me.”

Dick raised an eyebrow, his smile turning amused. “Wow, didn’t know you were getting secret admirers now.”

“It's probably a mistake,” Damian muttered, brushing past him and into the manor. But in the back of his mind, he wasn’t so sure.

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The flowers kept coming.

In strange places, too—the Wayne Tower, the window of his bedroom, even one tucked neatly under his seat in the Batmobile. The arrangement changed, sometimes lilies, sometimes tulips. Always perfectly composed, always unexpected.

Each time, the card was blank except for his name. Each time, the same confusion settled over him. Someone was leaving these for him, someone who knew where he would be. Someone who was careful, deliberate. Yet no clues, no trail. And somehow, no one ever saw the person delivering them.

“I don’t get it,” Tim said one morning as they sat around the breakfast table. “Why flowers? Why not... I don’t know, something more you?”

“They’re probably messing with you,” Jason added, sipping his coffee. “Maybe someone’s waiting to see how long it’ll take for you to crack.”

Damian didn’t crack. Each time he took the flowers, he did it with simple nonchalance—though the mystery did gnaw at him. Why flowers? Why him? He wasn’t someone people liked in that way, was he?

But still, the gifts never stopped.

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Alexis was always careful.

At events, in business meetings, she maintained her calm, composed demeanor. Pokerfaced, as always. She stood in the background when necessary, addressed him formally when they crossed paths in negotiations between LexCorp and Wayne Enterprises.

“Mr. Wayne,” she’d greet him, always professional.

He would give her a brief nod, his face polite but distant. “Miss Luthor.” Nothing more, nothing less. She didn’t expect anything else.

In her mind, though, it was different. She would think of how he’d looked that morning, or the day before, the way his eyes narrowed in thought or how his lips pressed into that near-permanent scowl. Every detail replayed in her head when she caught those rare glimpses of him—just enough to carry her through the day.

He was kind, in his own way. Polite. But never once had he suspected that the one who left those flowers for him was the very same woman who stood across from him in boardrooms.

She liked it that way. It was easier, safer. If he ever knew, it would ruin everything. Alexis couldn’t let that happen.

And so, she played the part of the disinterested businesswoman, while silently waiting for the moments they’d meet again. She couldn’t help but wonder sometimes if he ever thought about her—not as a Luthor, but as someone who could be behind the flowers. But she wouldn’t allow herself that hope.

Still, she took satisfaction in knowing that, no matter how distant Damian might seem, the flowers were always there. A secret part of her that he had unknowingly carried with him.

One evening, after another delivery, Damian found himself sitting in the darkened living room of the manor, the newest bouquet sitting on the table in front of him. Lilies this time. He stared at them, turning the card over in his hands, still blank except for his name.

“Still no idea who they’re from?” Alfred’s voice broke the silence as he entered the room.

“No.” Damian shook his head. “It’s strange... Why flowers?”

Alfred smiled gently. “Perhaps it’s not the flowers themselves, Master Damian, but the intention behind them.”

Damian’s brow furrowed. “Intention?”

“Whoever it is, they seem to be quite fond of you,” Alfred said, placing a fresh cup of tea in front of him. “Not everyone expresses their affections in ways we might expect.”

Damian considered that for a long moment. Affections like these wasn’t something he was used to. It came in complicated forms with his family, with the people in his life. Flowers seemed out of place. Yet, they were there, persistent, soft.

And somewhere, unknown to him, Alexis smiled as she continued to send him reminders of a truth he would never know.

Because to her, Damian Wayne would always be worth the wait.

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