Bat boys x reader

Action! Damian Wayne x reader

You were an actress that needed to get in shape for the next movie. You were playing spiderwoman, in other words: Gwen Stacy. You desperately needed more muscle for this part. The director had set you up with a personal trainer. Damon Wilson or something like that.
You walked in the doors and saw the most gorgeous man in your life. He walked up to you.
"Are you Y/N L/N?" He asked. You nodded. "Good. I'm gonna be your personal trainer. I'm Damian Wayne." You mentally freaked out. Your personal trainer was Bruce Wayne's blood son.
"Yeah, so what are we gonna start with?" You asked. He smiled and led you over to an empty area with a big bouncy ball on it. "Wait. Do I get to bounce on this?"
"No. It's for yoga." He stated. You made an 'O' shape with your mouth and followed him.

Time skiparoo!😎😎😎

It has been 3 months since you started working out with Damian and today you most definitely did not want to even look at the gym. You hesitantly stepped into the empty gym and saw Damian fighting a punching bag. He pounded the bag without a care in the world.
You cleared your throat. "What are we gonna do today?" You asked. He took off the gloves and then his shirt. He always wore a shirt when you worked out. Although, the sweaty look fit him very nicely.
"Ahem. Y/N, you were staring. We are going to work on arms today." You snapped out of your daze and went to the changing rooms.

You decided that you were gonna just go with a sports bra and spandex under loose shorts. You walked put and saw Damian talking to some older guys. They stopped talking and looked to you.
"Who's that, demon?" Asked the one with a white stripe in his hair.
"That's Y/N. I'm her personal trainer." You squinted your eyes in confusion when he put emphasis on personal. Did he like you?  You put your hands on your hips not feeling like taking any shit and wanting to get down to business.
"Well. We'll leave you guys to it then. Make sure to call dad later, he wants to talk to you!" They yelled before they stepped out the door.
"Okay. What's wrong?" Damian asked you.
"Nothing. I just want to get today done a d over with. Let's hurry up. I'm in the mood for some cupcakes!" You snapped. Damian didn't say anything to you as you both continued on with your weekly stretches and routines. Halfway through your fifty pushups, you stopped and sat down next to Damian who was gonna do 100. He looked at you for a moment and then continued on with the exercise.
You stood and went to your gym bag and grabbed the case of mini cupcakes. You went back to Damian and sat on his back. He kept going, but slowed down just a little bit.
"What are you doing Y/N?" He asked as he let out a puff of air.
"Eating my cupcakes. Why, do you want one?" You answered.
"No thank you. But I meant what are you doing on my back?" He rephrased.
"I dunno. I just felt like seeing how much weight you could handle," you retorted.
"You don't weigh that much. You don't even make much of a difference."
"Whatever. Do you want to go to my house later to watch some Netflix?" You asked.
"How about we go now?" Damian suggested. You both got up. You went to walk away but Damian caught your hand. He pulled you to him and he pecked your lips lightly. You smiled at him.