Batmom & Batfamily Imagines 『√』

Something to look forward to || Damian Wayne

Apocalypse AU or some sort.

Warning(s); uh, maybe a little depressing.

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The sky was dark, covered by black clouds accompanied with the cold breeze that brought unpleasant smell to the air. You breathed through the gas mask that you found in a ruined house, there were corpses of the family that once used to live there.

Your hands gripping the gun tight as you walked down the now abandoned street into an empty gun store, your eyes glancing around sharply to look for more supplies.

You remember how it happened, you were with your family, with your husband and children until a stranger barged in by breaking your glass door effortlessly.

Her eyes were bloodshot red as she got up from the carpeted floor, some shards were stuck in her skin but she didn't wince from them, it was supposed to hurt her.

The woman growls before she lunged towards your youngest daughter only to be hit by your husband sending her flying towards the wall, but she gained her composure so fast before lunged back to your husband and bit him.

You had to block your children's eyes to protect them, to prevent them from seeing their father being ripped to pieces, starting from his ear then his face, you felt so useless back then.

When you were about to get out more of them came in and snatched one of your kids, you screamed.

It got worse, one by one they got snatched and eaten before your eyes, hearing them calling you, begging you to help them and you did--- you tried to. You hit the zombies with the broken leg of your coffee table but you were too late.

It was a year ago and you still could hear their voices, your husband's and your kids'.

You still could feel them shaking in your arms.

You shook your head to get the memory out of your mind. You missed them lots, you missed telling them stories, kissing your husband and joke with them.

Sighing, you broke the glass counter to get some bullets seeing you were running low.

"Oh, I thought I was here first." A voice interrupts you and you turned around with your gun pointed at the person.

He held his hands up in surrender yet he didn't show any fear and he didn't step back, he looked at you with his sharp green eyes.

"Sorry, founder keeper." You responded.

The young man shrugged nonchalantly as he turned around before walking towards the shelves behind him, "I am honestly surprised to find a woman still alive."

You lowered your gun, "I am surprised that a supposed to be a billionaire like you standing here, Mr. Wayne." You retorted as you grab some ammo and stuffed it in your duffle bag until you had enough.

"Huh, people still remember me?"

"Obviously, Damian Wayne, isn't it?"

"Yes," Damian replied, snatching a couple of guns, stuffing them into his duffle bag before taking a dagger and twirled it in his hand. "Are you alone?"

"There used to be four of us until you know what, you?"

"Separated." he sighed exhaustedly, running his hair through his messy hair to keep it from sticking to his face.

"Oh." Was only your reply, it felt weird to talk to someone when there was barely anybody alive to talk to.

You would occasionally meet him at some places, either to get something or to cover each other's back when needed. You had to admit for someone that was rumored to be a rich man who only knows how to get something with bedding someone, he was a good fighter, he saved your ass a bunch of times you lost count.

Soon enough you two began to team up together.

Another thing you had to admit about him, he was a low key sweetheart.

If you managed to found an empty house, you would board the house and stayed there for a few days and went out only to get some food supplies with Damian, at some point of times he would tell you his stories (much to your surprise).

He would tell you how he actually missed the good old days, where everything was not as crazy, where he only had to deal with his stupid brothers. In exchange, you would tell yours too.

And that is something you were currently doing.

Your body laid on the surprisingly soft couch as Damian sat and devour his dinner across from you.

It was so peaceful until a thought struck you and made you tear up, you took a deep breath to calm yourself but Damian noticed.

"Something wrong?" Damian asked, a hint of worry in his tone.

"Nothing," you tried to brush it off, closing your eyes hoping the tears would go away, "it's stupid."

"everything is stupid, just tell me." He insisted, putting his food on the floor when he lost his appetite and gulped down a bottle of water instead.

"Why am I still fighting?" It came out as a statement than a question, you opened your eyes back to stare at the crippled ceiling, the ceiling fan was still attached.

"To stay alive." He scoffed.

"For what?" Damian didn't answer so you continued your ramblings, "I don't have anybody left so why am I still here? Why am I still trying? They should've eaten me instead of my kids and husband."

The tears now ran down your cheeks freely, it had been a long time since you cried and it felt so strange, so foreign.

Damian stood up from the chair to walk over, he knelt down to meet your gaze before sitting himself down on the carpeted floor.

"Something to look forward to." he spoke, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb as you looked at him with glistening eyes.

"I don't have any." You sobbed out.

You were aware how affectionate and intimate his gesture was, it felt like you were cheating on your husband but you also aware that you have to move on sooner or later, you knew Damian knew.

"Think of one."

You shook your head, "I have none, Damian, I've lost everything."

"I will give you one."

You chuckled. "Give me one?"

Damian gave you a nod, a determined one. "If this is over and we get out of here alive, I want you to marry me."

It was obvious you were taken aback, the way your eyes widen as soon as you heard the word marry left his chapped lips while yours were opening and closing like a dying fish.

"We barely know each other." You reminded, his hand still on your face but you didn't swat it away and he didn't move either.

"Then we stick together."

"Are you that desperate, Wayne?"

Damian rolled his emerald eyes but a faint smile was evident on his handsome face as he moved his hand away from your face to go back to his chair and sat down before he sighed.

"No, but it's better than nothing right?"

You smiled but went unnoticed, "yeah, you better be serious because I am looking forward to it."

A simple hum was his only reply before he went to sleep.

Another thought went through your head.

Yeah, maybe it's best to move on, get on with your life. You knew for sure your former husband wanted it too.

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Ayy, another update.
Hope it ain't suck much!
Pardon the errors, I'm too tired to do a proofreading.

It's not like I ever do one XD