DC Comics One Shots 2 || (COMPLETED/NEW REQUESTS WILL BE IGNORED)

Damian Wayne x reader

You're the younger sister of Damian, you're also 12 years old while Damian is 17. Dick, Jason and Tim don't live in Gotham anymore. 

Damian's pov

       Y/n's been coming home with bruises lately and I'm getting worried about her. Is she getting bullied at school? 

      "Sister, may I ask where you keep getting those bruises?" I asked her

       "What bruises?" Y/n asked innocently, I gently grabbed my arm and pulled the sleeve of her shirt up revealing huge, ugly, yellow and purple bruises. 

       "These bruises," I said, Y/n tried to yank her arm from my grip, but I tightened my grip.

       "Where did you get these?" I asked 

        "None of your business," Y/n said yanking on her arm, I grabbed Y/n and threw her over my shoulder, she's small for her age. 

         "Let. me. go!" Y/n said pounding her fists against my back, I carried her to my bedroom. Once there, I tossed her onto the bed and locked the door, Y/n tried to escape, but I pinned her hands down, and straddled her waist. 

        "Dami, let. me. go!" said Y/n while squirming around, I grunted as Y/n squirmed around, 

         "Stop. it," I ordered 

         "No!" Y/n said 

         "Let go!" I groaned and tightened my grip on her

          "Y/n, tell me how you got the bruises and I'll let you go," I grunted 

         "None of your business!" Y/n snapped, Y/n somehow freed one of her hands and punched me square in the jaw, she managed to get out of my grip and took off. I grabbed her again and dragged her back to the bed, while pinning her down, I tied her up. Her hands are tied to the headboard. 

          "Y/n, tell me. now," I said

           Y/n clenched her knuckles causing them to turn white, she continued to squirm. 

           "I'm not *grunts* telling you," Y/n said

            I groaned then said "stubborn brat," 

            "You're stubborn too!" Y/n snapped

            "Y/n M/n Wayne, tell me where you get those bruises," I growled

            "You better not be going on patrol without any of us knowing," Y/n stuck her tongue at me and continued squirming around. I held her waist down before glaring at her. 

            "Y/n. M/n. Wayne, if you don't tell me I'll make Father tell us," I snapped at her 

             "Let me go!" I groaned and left. I found Father talking on the phone, he hung up when I got close to him. 

           "What is it, Damian?" Father asked 

            "Y/n's coming home with bruises from school and she refuses to tell me," I said, Father's brows furrowed. 

           "Where is she?" I led Father to my bedroom and when we entered only to find her gone. 

            "Damnit!" I cursed. 

Y/n's pov

             I managed to slip into my bedroom and when I slipped in, I rubbed ointment on my wrists, the angry, red blisters faded. I heard footsteps, I nearly jumped out of the window, but a hand grabbed me. I started shrieking and screaming, Dad threw me over his shoulders and carried me off. My bruises were shown, my hands restrained by leather belts. 

            "Y/n, where did you get these bruises from?" Dad asked, I didn't say anything and I refused to meet Dad's eyes. 

            "Y/n. M/n. Wayne. don't you dare think you're getting away with this," Dad said 

              "I'm not telling," I snapped, Dad sighed and left. He came back with a syringe. 

               "What is that, Father?" Damian asked

               "This is a truth serum(anyone get this?), inject it into Y/n's blood stream and she'll be telling us anything we ask her," Dad answered

                "No!" I shrieked, Damian removed a strand of h/c hair from my neck and Dad injected me with the serum. 

                "Now, how did you get those bruises?" Dad asked 

                 I tried to fight the serum, but I couldn't.

                 "I'm getting bullied at school for no reason," both eyes widened 

                 "Who's bullying you?" Dad demanded 

                  "A girl named Kelli Spoone and her group of friends," I said, I bit my tongue in order to say nothing else. 

                 "How long does the serum last, Father?" Damian asked 

                 "Few hours," said Dad 

                  "I'll deal with the bullies tomorrow, Father," 

                   "No killing, Damian, and don't maim any body parts," 

                  "*grumbles* fine," 

                                                                  *time skip*

                    Dad decided to let me stay home for the day and when Damian came back from school, he had cut up knuckles. 

                    "They won't be bullying you again, Y/n, every kid knows I will beat them bloody if they dare so touch you," Damian said, he kissed the top of my head and held me close, 

                      "Nobody's going to hurt you again,"