Damian al ghul Wayne x reader

|Chapter 2| pt 2

Dick finds Y/n underneath him, spluttering as she tries to catch her breath while grabbing onto some weeds to keep her afloat. Alarm flickers across his face as he shifts off her, concern replacing his playful demeanour.
"Sorry about that! Now, Princess Y/n... as F/n's daughter, you know better than to wander alone into the savannah. You could have been seriously hurt!" Tim exclaimed, his voice laced with genuine worry.
"But... but..." Y/n stammered, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide as she struggled to respond. Y/n pulls herself out of the water and stands up before Tim.
"Hurt! Oh no... F/n would absolutely kill us if anything happened to you! You didn't slip a disc, did you?" Tim asked, his brow furrowing further.
"B-but—" she tried to interject but was cut off once again. Tim quickly leaned closer, meticulously inspecting to ensure Y/n was physically intact. "Catch a fever? Get a hangnail?" He scrutinized her fingers with exaggerated seriousness. She instinctively pulled it away as he reached for her hand, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Nnngh! Tim..." she said, her tone brimming with annoyance.
"I had a hangnail once," Tim continued, utterly unfazed. 
"Very painful," Dick nodded solemnly, trying to stifle a chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "Excruciating!" Tim shouted, his eyes wide as though he were recounting a life-or-death ordeal. 

As the sunlight streamed through the trees, Tim carefully held a fern branch over Y/n's head, providing her a makeshift shade.
"Darling... with your complexion, you should stay out of the sun. It can be harsh on the skin," he said earnestly. Y/n swats the branch away, exasperated.
"Whaaat? Do you want to wrinkle?" he added, feigning disbelief at her disregarding his wisdom.
"Would someone please just listen to me?" she pleaded, her voice rising with impatience as she tried to make her point heard.
"I'm sorry; I wasn't listening. Did you say something, Princess?" Tim replied, utterly oblivious to her retort.
"I'm not just a princess, you know. That's only half of who I am!" Y/n insisted, her voice firm but laced with frustration.
"Oh, uh... who's the other half?" Tim asked, tilting his head in curiosity, a playful grin creeping onto his face.
"Uh... well, I, uh... um..." she stumbled over her words, her mind racing to articulate her many identities beyond that royal title.
"Well, while you're figuring it out, let's eat!" Tim declared, snapping his fingers decisively. Dick hurriedly began searching the wide expanse around them for something to forage, his eyes scanning the underbrush. "Berries!" he called out triumphantly, spotting a bush laden with ripe fruit. "{offering a leaf-full of berries to Y/n} And so high in protein!" Tim enthused, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he presented his find.
"Eww! Gross!" Y/n exclaimed, scrunching her face in disgust, her appetite suddenly extinguished. "No? How 'bout you, big boy?" Tim said, shifting his attention to Dick.
"Aaah. Love berries," he breathed, practically salivating at the thought.
"Not like..." Tim said teasingly, eyeing Dick with a smirk. "Love."
In one swift motion, Tim plucked a juicy berry from the pile and tossed it into Dick's mouth, laughing as Dick caught it effortlessly. The air around them was thick with camaraderie, laughter, and just the hint of mischief as they continued to banter beneath the swaying trees, the afternoon sun casting golden rays.

Y/n wanders off while Tim and Dick enthusiastically discuss the types of berries they could forage. The sun filters through the leaves overhead, casting dappled shadows on the sandy floor as she follows the sound of the bubbling river nearby. Intrigued by the glimmer of water, she ventures closer and spots a sturdy log that serves as a makeshift bridge. As she balances on the log, laughter echoes in her ears, but the moment is short-lived. Just as she reaches the halfway point, her foot slips, and she topples into the cool, rushing water below. With a splash, she lands directly on top of Damian, who lounges on the riverbank. The unexpected collision sends both of them sprawling into the mud, and a low growl emanates from Damian as he recovers, his eyes narrowing. He snaps his jaws close to her face, his irritation palpable.
"Who are you, Pridelander?" he demands, his voice laced with confusion and defiance. Y/n, still dazed but undeterred, springs back to her feet. She dances back and forth on her toes, keeping her gaze locked on him, her heart pounding from both the fall and the intense confrontation. She's not about to back down. Damian's growls deepen, a warning and a challenge, but there's a flicker of curiosity in his gaze as he watches her movements. He can't deny the strange energy radiating from this encounter. Y/n senses the shift in his demeanour and feels a rush of adrenaline, eager to prove she isn't intimidated by his ferocity. The tension hangs thick in the air as the two sizes each other up, neither willing to break eye contact. In that moment, an unexpected connection begins to form amidst the chaos.
"What are you doing?" he asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of caution as he approached the girl. She turned toward him, her expression playful yet slightly defiant.
"My father says to never turn your back on an Outsider!" she declared, the words hanging in the air like a challenge.
His brow furrowed slightly. "You always do what Daddy says?" he probed, trying to gauge his sense of independence.
She scoffed, shaking his head vigorously. "No!"
A smirk crept onto Damian's lips as he teased, "Bet you do. Bet you're Daddy's little girl! Ha ha!" With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he stepped back, taking a running leap and expertly hopping across the sturdy logs scattered across the rushing river. "An Outsider doesn't need anybody. I take care of myself!" Damian shouted back, his voice filled with freedom and adventure.
Awed by his confidence and determination, Y/n followed him, her heart racing as she carefully leapt from one log to the next.
"Really? Cool!" she exclaimed, her admiration evident as she tried to match his carefree spirit. The thrill of the moment resonated deep within her as the cool mist from the river surrounded them.