Batfam X Reader Oneshot

Love Me Not

It was another boring day working with your grandfather, Alfred Pennyworth.  Gramp for short.  You help clean the manor despite being told you don't need to.  But Mr. Wayne agreed to let you stay there after your mother died.  It is the least you could do both for him and Gramp.  The boys are all close to you. Dick is always your confidant. Jason is the protector. Tim is the one always happy to nerd out with you on various topics and even teaches you hacking. You love all of them like brothers though equal in each of their own special ways.  Then you have Babs and Steph to help with my female dilemmas. Luckily you're only ten so you have only been told of them. Girl problems sound terrible.

"Alfred, prepare a room. We are having a guest." Bruce's voice rings through the Batcave. 

"Oh goody...." Gramp says in his signature sarcastic tone. 

You look at him. "Who do you think it will be Gramp? Think they will like me if we haven't met before?"

"I have not the slightest clue sweetie." He smiles at you.  Everyone says you're the last of what is innocent in Wayne Manor. You find that hard to believe but can't argue it either. You just don't see the dangers and heartbreak they see everywhere.

Your thoughts are broke by the sound of the Batmobile zooming in. It parks and opens revealing Batman, a man who would put fear into anyone else but simply brings you joy, and a boy near my age who looks as though the world has handed him the worst and told him to simply get over it. 

He gets out and looks us over before giving a cocky attitude about only being one servant and a child here.  You give him a glare and snap, "Who do you think you are, calling Gramp a servant?"

"I'm entitled to all of my father's property. You will make a fine servant if you learn to control that tongue, young Pennyworth." He says in that annoying tone. Already he has given you an unwanted nickname. Maybe if he used it in a different tone it wouldn't be so bad.

"I'm servant to nobody. Brat." You nickname him then walk off.

Not your most cleaver moment, or finest, but you knew you had to leave before Gramp became upset with a retort you come up with if you stayed.

The next morning you are sipping tea in the garden in peace. This peace is interrupted by the brat chopping down the animal shaped bushes. Brat.

"Cut it out!" You shout annoyance clear in your tone. 

He finishes cutting up the poor bush he was on then glares at you. "Why, Young Pennyworth?"

"You look like an ungrateful brat. Brat." You say sassy, but it comes off more childish than you plan. Que mental face palm.

"My name is Damian. Not 'Brat' though I understand where you get your poor attitude from." He retorts. He seems to ignore the childish behavior and write it off as poor attitude. It only upsets you more because Alfred Pennyworth is the best man you know. 

"And my name is (Y/N)," You snap and stand up, " and you have no right to talk down on Gramp like that. Do you have any compassion?"

"I do for people who deserve it. So far that is nobody." He states plainly.

You can't tell if he is just naturally rude or actually trying to be rude to hide something.  Like, how does somebody have no compassion for anyone? Doesn't everyone love their mother and father innately? Well, I will get Him to care for me. Maybe he will even open up his shell and share what he wants to hide. And you have all the time in the world to figure it out.

"Well Damian. As of now we are friends. I care about you, and you should care about me." You say with a small smirk. This is going to be fun, or the death of you. Not sure which one right now.

"I will never care for you," He says sure of himself, "and you should not care for me."

This is a challenge you happily accept. You also plan on winning his care and approval someday.