Batmom & Batfamily Imagines 『√』

Mature Way

Reader is Damian's twin sister!
On with the story, hope you enjoy!

Relationship: Damian x Sister!Reader. Both 12.

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You were different from Damian, that's for sure. It confuses Talia when you grew up, Damian's combat skill is much different from yours. You were clumsier than him, the way you held your weapon also different. It was like you were a baby who tried to hold a spoon for the first time.

You were cheerful and energetic than Damian who loves to procrastinate and scoff every time.

That was why the sight of you crying in the kitchen is rare for the family. You were 12 at the moment, you almost never cry. At least not in front of them. Dick who was the closest to Damian informed him, with a sigh he nodded and walked to the kitchen.

There you were, crying your heart out. Knees were close to your chest as you sat in front of the fridge. He, of course, pretended that he didn't see you until he stopped right beside you.

His shadow making you stop crying and looked up.

"Oh." You sniffed, a hiccup left your throat as you rub your eyes from the tears. "Hi, Damian. What are you doing?"

He didn't answer Instead, he glanced towards the fridge you were leaning against. Quickly taking what he meant you stood up, muttering a sorry and began to leave.

"(Y/N)." He called for you, making you stop in your tracks tears rolling down your cheeks. "Why were you crying?"

You turned back to him, he now holding 2 glass of orange juice in his hand. He walked towards you and offered you one which you took with a grateful smile on your face.

"I tripped...?" It was more like a question than an answer. He scoffed, taking a sip of the cold juice.

"You are horrible at lying."

This made you frown, the two of you walked to the living room to talk further. Without sharing a word you sat on the couch with him following, then silence.

"Spill, sister." He demanded.

With a gulp, you finally answered, "well," you sipped on your juice, "it's.." Another sip, "complicated.." Another sip, "it's no--" he cut you off with calling your name in a warning tone.

"I'm nervous okay!" You groaned, "I don't want you to kill my friends because they-- not literally-- stabbed me in the back by calling me names behind my back!" You blurted out before clasping your lips with your hands.

His eyes widened, "what?"

"Nothing!"

"No, that wasn't nothing!"

"Then you heard me!"

He scoffed at you, "I can't believe you cried just because they call you names. You were an assassin (Y/N), Batman's daughter." There, he didn't comfort you but instead, he made it worse. It was obvious, especially when your face dropped.

"I'm sorry for having a heart." You retorted, hand clutching on the half full glass, "I'm sorry for not being strong, I'm not you brother."

Damian sighed, scooting closer to you. He wasn't the person who apologize easily since he got quite the ego, but now he did by resting his palm on your shoulder.

The both of you were 12 and holy hell the way you two handle a problem always in the most mature way possible.

"I didn't mean it like that, I'll make them pay. I promise."

After casually finishing his words he immediately stood up from the couch. You blinked a few times.

"Damian, no!" You paused, "I mean, sure, but don't kill them!"

Well, not always.

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I'm just bored so I made it.. I know xD it's weird.
Feel free to leave requests!

And oh, should I make like... Prompt thingy, but from like... A line? Like, "I should've known." AND ALL THAT?!
I mean.. I always, yes always, get a writer's block if I stopped writing for a day just to rest.

So yeah, I need your opinion. I'll probably make 10 of them since I'm still new with writing!

-K!