Damian al ghul Wayne x reader

|Chapter| 2 pt. 1

Damian is 10 years old.
Y/n is 8 years old.
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**(8 years later)**
On a sunlit balcony, Y/n fidgets with F/n's hand, her gaze dancing over the side, captivated by the sprawling expanse of the Pride Lands that spread out below. The warm breeze carries the scent of wildflowers, and the distant roar of a lion adds a touch of excitement to the scene, creating an ambience of nature's majesty.
"Wow," Y/n exclaims, her voice a melody of awe, as her eyes widen at the vibrant colours of the landscape. The golden grass beneath the clear blue sky creates a vivid tapestry that ignites her imagination. The sight sends delightful giggles erupting from her as she inches closer to the edge, her adventurous spirit shining through like the sun at midday.
"Whoa! Where do you think you're going in such a hurry?" F/n gently admonishes, his voice laced with care as he swiftly scoops her up, pulling her to safety, the warmth of his arms wrapping around her like a protective cocoon.
Y/n squirms playfully in F/n's grip, a burst of laughter escaping her, ringing like a sweet chime in the air. "Daddy! Let go!" she pleads, her bright eyes glinting with mischief and excitement, her little heart racing as she revels in the moment.
"Well, I just want you to be careful," he reassures, his expression a mixture of concern and love, a look that speaks volumes of his protective nature, a comforting presence that envelops her like a soft quilt.
A delicate butterfly flutters by, catching Y/n's attention—a tiny creature dancing on the breeze, its wings adorned with vivid patterns. In a burst of energy, she leaps after it, her small body teetering dangerously close to the balcony's edge.F/n's instincts kick in, and in a moment of swift reflex, he steps on a flaring piece of her dress, keeping her grounded—like an anchor in a storm.
"Y/n... are you listening? Accidents can happen. You could easily get hurt or stepped—" he begins, but she cuts in with a practiced familiarity, finishing his thought.
"...Hurt, or stepped on, or even get lost," she recites, her tone teasing as if she has heard it all before, rolling her eyes playfully. It's a playful dance they know well, a routine of warnings and playful defiance.
"And remember... I want you to stay in sight of the Pride Lands at all—" he continues, his voice steady, but she interrupts once more.
"At all times, I know." She huffs at the repetitive warnings, her little face scrunching in annoyance, the frustration of being told what to do clashing with her desire for freedom. "And if I see any strangers, don't talk to them. Come straight home. Okay, okay. Can I go now? Please?" Her enthusiasm bubbles over, her impish spirit refusing to be constrained.

Just then, M/n and Zazu enter the scene, adding a layer of warmth and camaraderie to the moment. F/n shares a knowing glance with M/n, a shared memory surfacing of similar childhood moments when they were young cubs, their laughter and adventures woven into the very fabric of their family's history.
"Hmmm. Very funny," he mutters, rolling his eyes with a hint of exasperation, less than amused by the replay of his ownchildhood warnings echoing through time.
"Mind your father, Y/n," M/n advises softly, her smile nurturing yet firm, radiating warmth that envelops them like sunshine through the trees.
"Yes, Mom," Y/n responds, her laughter infectious as she hops in place, her boundless energy a reflection of her youthful spirit.
"And stay away from the Outlands," F/n calls out as Y/n prepares to dash away, the weight of his words carrying the seriousness of an age-old warning.
"Nothing there but a bunch of backstabbing, murderous Outsiders!" Zazu adds sternly, his feathers ruffled, the alarm evident in his voice as he flits anxiously from side to side, expressing concern like a watchful guardian.
"Zazu's right... you can't turn your back on them," F/n insists, his protective instincts kicking in as he stands tall, a shield for his daughter.

Y/n's brow furrows with curiosity, her adventurous spirit momentarily shaken by his grave words. "Really? How come?" she asks, her wide eyes sparkling with the desire for understanding.
"Mmm... never mind. Just run along now," F/n says, dodging the question, sensing the weight of the discussion is too heavy for her youthful heart.
"But Dad, I—" she begins again, but he lightly ruffles her hair affectionately, teasingly tousling her curls, and nudges her off with love.
Giggling, she bounds down the stairs in a flurry, racing to change into more comfortable attire, her laughter echoing like a melody behind her—a reminder of the joy of youth.
"And stay on the path I've marked for you!" he shouts after her, his voice blending with her joyful giggles, a reminder of the ties that bind them.
"F/n, who does she remind you of? Hmm?" M/n asks with a twinkle in her eyes as she watches their daughter disappear, a sense of nostalgia radiating in her gaze.
"Huh? What? Who?" F/n questions, genuinely confused, his mind still reeling from the past moments.
"She's just like you were when you were young," M/n smiles, leaning into nostalgia, her voice filled with warmth as she reminisces.
"Exactly. Do you realize the dangers we put ourselves in?" he replies, his brow furrowing in concern, a weight in hisvoice that hangs in the air.
In a sudden burst of playfulness, M/n lunges toward F/n, tackling him lightly, her laughter infectious as she sends him tumbling onto his back, the sound of their merriment mingling with the gentle wind.
"You mean the dangers YOU put us in," she retorts, both of them chuckling as they share a moment of light-heartedness, a balance of love and fun that thrives between them.
After a moment, M/n gets up, a look of reassurance on her face. "She'll be fine," she assures him, her confidence in their daughter unwavering, like a lighthouse guiding ships through stormy seas.