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🎃Damian Wayne! X Reader🎃

36 Hours

Imagine it being
The zombie apocalypse

You are both 16

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Both you and Damian sat in the dark room of an old apartment building. The windows had been boarded up, probably by the previous owners, allowing not a single string of light to come in. Five different sized candles stood tall between the two of you, fire flickering and giving the room an orange glow.

It had been sixteen hours; twenty left to go. Beads of sweat began to form near his hairline which he casually wiped as if he weren't on the blink of death. It was lower than forty degrees outside and the chill air seemed to be creeping in through the wall's insulation, yet he had still been sweating and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

"What are we gonna do?" Your voice hoarse and barely there after all the crying you had done in the last sixteen hours. Damian sighed, but he never looked at you. His body was hurting, he could feel the changes being taken place: the aching beneath his once smooth skin that was now growing rough like the callus on his hands, the thumping in his head could be compared to a ticking time bomb, and the sudden heat wave that washed over him no less than three hours ago.

"Beloved," he swallowed the lump in his throat, "I don't think there's nothing we can do." He didn't want this to be true; the both of you were supposed to survive the apocalypse together, live it out, and when the greatest minds on the planet found a way to stop it, you both would get to live the white picket fence life you dreamed about. It seemed this dream would be shattered like the rest of them.

"No!" you shouted shaking your head as more tears escaped from your eyes, "that's not true!" You wiped the tears and spoke looking away from him, "Bruce, your brothers, there has to be something--"

Damian reached out over the candles and gripped one of your wrists tightly in a bruising grip, "(Y/n), there's nothing!" Mood swings were part of the transformation, especially violent ones. During the past few years, Damian had always been gentle with you; this wasn't him, not entirely anyway. He noticed this and quickly retreated his hands. "I already asked them," he said more calmly, "there's nothing we can do."

Your bottom lip quivered as you closed your eyes, allowing more tears to stream down your face. "Beloved, come here," you looked up at him seeing him hold out his arms in an awaiting hug. You didn't hesitate for a second and quickly crawled over next to him. Once there, Damian hooked one of his arms under your knees and the other around your waist, picking you up and setting you on his lap. Your head laid against his well-built chest next to the "R" insignia that was attached to his suit. Your fingers slowly traced the letter; being Robin was supposed to make him invincible. Yet here he was, drenched in his own sweat and his skin deteriorating with each passing minute.

You grabbed onto the back of his neck and quickly hid your face in the crook of it. "This is all my fault," you sobbed, "I'm sorry Dame. I'm so sorry."

"None of this is your fault," he pulled you back slightly and took your face into his hands, resting his forehead against yours, "None of this is."

You shook your head. "I should have listened to you," you hiccuped slightly, "you told me not to go in and I didn't listen."

"Beloved, look at me," you shook your head again. You couldn't look him in the eye without feeling guilt collect in your stomach. "Beloved," He repeated in the same smooth voice as before. Your head slowly rose, both of your faces inches apart as you readjusted your body, straddling him. His eyes were no longer the blue-green void you enjoyed getting lost in, they were now dull and glossy, seeming to look grayer. Then you kissed him, you didn't care if you risked infection. All you cared about was him. At first, he was taken back, but none the less, he too melted into the kiss, full of a fiery anger and a hint of pain.

Damian pulled away, cupping one of your cheeks with one of his hands, and with the other, he slid a gun into yours that had been rested on the floor. You looked at him, eyes wide like the buttons on the coat you wore, "Damian, no."

"There's no other way to stop the transformation, (Y/n), you know that," he took a deep inhale and let out a sharp breath from his lungs, "I don't want to become one of those monsters; I don't want to hurt you."

With the hand that was on the gun, you used it to wipe away the tears that stung at your already sensitive skin after all the previous times you had wiped away at the droplets. "Beloved, please," hearing him say those words was like being burnt alive; the love of your life asking you to kill them, it just wasn't possible. Yet your hand still found it's way to the gun. You gripped the handle, wishing that somehow all this was a nightmare and when you awoke Damian would be by your side, healthy and worried that something had happened to you. But that wasn't the case. Shakily, you began to bring the gun up to his head. Damian leaned his forehead against yours once again making shushing noises in an attempt to calm your crying, but how would you be able to be calm in such a situation?

Damian's hand went up to your cheek and slowly stroked it with his thumb. "(Y/n) (L/n), I love you," his breath warm against your chilled skin as your sobs became louder. You switched the gun's safety off and cocked it back.

"I love you too, Damian Wayne." You pressed the barrel of the gun against his temple making Damian seem to relax a little. You stayed in this position for a minute before realizing the ugly truth. "I can't," you sniffled and put the gun's safety back on before throwing the weapon across the room.

Damian didn't speak, only nodded, then engulfed you in a bear hug. You did the same, wrapping your arms around him tightly and began to sob.

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Just a little something to end off Halloween with. I have more (2) but I haven't really finished writing them yet. I'll post them when they are complete.

I hope all of you had an enjoyable day and got lots of candy because damn I didn't. But still, it was a good day.

Thank you for the love and support you give me❤️

-Nightingale💙