Damian Wayne X READER Imagines

Angel with a Shotgun (part 1)

A/n: So... this imagine is gonna have "Angel with a Shotgun" by The Cab in it. I freaking love this song. I've been listening to it on repeat for about 20 minutes. I prefer the Nightcore version though. In this imagine, Reader is gonna be a street performer and she's gonna sing this song. Hope you all enjoy! :) (picture ain't mine)

Key:

Y/n: Your name

Y/l/n: Your last name

Y/f/s: Your favorite song

Y/I/n: Your Instagram name

WARNINGS: slight cursing, Damian being cute and adorable as usual, and I think that's it.

Summary: You are a street performer and you meet Damian when he hears you sing his favorite song.

Damian's P.O.V:

I don't even know why my annoying brothers made me accompany them to this little shopping spree. I was very busy training and they decide to grab me and yanked me into the car. They even made Father and Pennyworth join us. I don't know what their intentions are, but whatever their excuse is it's gonna probably be ignorant.

"Where are we even going Dick?" Father asked the question we were all wondering.

"We've all been stuck in that house all month, and we need a break. It's time to relax and chill. There's this comic book store around here me and Tim want to look at. I don't know why Jason wanted to come, but he does."

"I only wanted to come so I can scope out the hot comic book nerds." Jason said with a mischievous smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes.

"Pardon me Master Dick, but why did you want us to park all the way on the other side of the town? We've been walking for twenty minutes." Pennyworth asked as we had passed a poetry corner.

"Bonding time, and we can also look around and find more shops to check out."

I groan and rolled my eyes again. "This is not needed." I said crossing my arms.

"You'll thank me for this one day Little D."

"Not in this lifetime" I said under my breath. I start to hear something very faint in the background about a two blocks from us.

I stop in my tracks, my feet placed on the ground. "What's wrong Damian?" Drake asked.

"You guys hear something?" I asked. "I think it's music."

We stay quiet and still. People look at us weird and all walk in the direction quickly. It was y/f/s.

"Wanna check it out?" Jason asked. I walked in that direction to see multiple people circling around a young girl about my age. She had a red bucket about halfway full of money. Mostly contained of five dollar bills.

"Thank you all for your tips! The next song I'm gonna sing is called Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab. It won the poll on my Instagram. If you haven't followed me yet.... then I guess check me out at Y/I/n. I have polls everyday about songs I should sing and the top songs from about four or five polls will be sung. Don't forget to vote on the songs for tomorrow. Thank you! Hope you enjoy!" She smiled and gave us the peace sign. I sit on the edge of the street and stair at her. I know that's rude, but still. I was.... interested about how her voice sounded when she sang.

(I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun

An angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun)

Get out your guns, battles begun

Are you a saint, or a sinner?