DC Comics Imagines

Dress - Damian Wayne x Reader

Summary: While modeling Damian's fashion designs, one of his brothers find a secret room full of dresses - and the two of you.

Word Count: 746

Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

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It was Tim who first discovered the room. 

It wasn't at all unlike Tim to go days without sleep and much to his dismay, his common sense was greatly influenced, even with the endless cups of coffee and cans of Red Bull stacked up on his desk. Tim doubted he looked any better than he felt. Getting up just to stretch, Tim couldn't help but notice the time. Although he usually tried his best to ignore how hours would fly by before cases were officially closed, the excruciating headache and tightness in his abdomen were too much to handle. Tim couldn't even remember the last time he had eaten a real meal.
Trudging out of the study, Tim veered toward the left hesitantly. What direction was the bathroom even in anyway? "God damn it," he grumbled and took a left.

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"What about this one?" You asked, twirling the indigo gown you were modeling for Damian. You walked around the room, hand on your hip and struck a pose, grinning.

You had first learned about Damian's knack for designing clothing quite recently, and you were the first person he had shown his designs to. They were extremely impressive; every detail carefully sketched with precision. Damian had blushed when he saw the way your hands had traced over the artwork. When Damian admitted he'd designed them for you, your heart had swelled at his thoughtfulness. Damian had you pick out your favorites, and a week later had them made.
Damian chuckled as he got down on one knee, trying to get the best-angled shot from his camera. "Beautiful, beloved," he promised, but he wasn't just talking about the dress. You giggled as Damian got up, walking over to you and kissed your cheek.
"I think this is the one," you declared, beaming at your lover. Damian continued to peck your cheek, then your forehead, nose, and followed with your mouth. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck, the world turning hazy.
You two jumped apart as the door opened, panicking. Damian had chosen this room for his designs and dresses and for a good reason too. No one, including Alred, spent time in this part of the Manor, and no one had time to go exploring either. Damian hissed at the unfortunate of one of his brothers finding the two of you together, alone.
"What the..." Tim rubbed his eyes, shaking his head. He was sure he was hallucinating. And could someone please explain why the hell you were in a dress? Tim looked back at both of your panicked expression and took notice of the lipstick marks along Damian's chin. He nearly scoffed at the idea of you dating the demon spawn, contrary to the clear evidence right in front of him.
"Drake, you shall tell of this to no one." Damian fumed, walking over to the door. You walked over and placed your hand on Damian's shoulder, calming him instantly as he sighed and looked at you.
"Damian, we have to them eventually," you reasoned, looking at Damian conflicted expression.
"But beloved," Damian began, but he knew he had already lost this argument. He lowered his head, nodding, and returned his attention to Drake.
"You can leave now, imbecile," Damian muttered. Tim took one last glance at the both of you, awkwardly smiling as you mouthed a sorry with your lips, and left.

Bonus:
"So let me get this straight," Dick began. "The two of you have been dating for two months, and didn't tell anyone?" Damian rolled his eyes, and he leaned forward, glaring at Dick. "What do you think, Grayson?" You shook your head at Damian's bitterness and smiled at Dick shyly.
"We just wanted to keep this to ourselves," you explained, shrugging your shoulders. "Something that was just for us."
"And since when do you design dresses, little D?" Dick cooed, causing Damian to turn red once more. "That's adorable!"
Bruce chuckled at Damian's state. "I'm quite impressed, Damian," Bruce admitted, smiling at his son. "I think you should put the dresses on display at the next gala."
Damian looked up at his father and nodded, a bit flattered. You grinned and shook Bruce's hand. "That would be amazing! Thank you."
Tim leaned over and put his head in his hands. "I figured out Batman's identity at 9, and I couldn't figure out the two of them were dating?"