Batboys x Reader Oneshots

Tickle Time Damain x Male!reader

(That title just... I- I don't even know anymore in **Elmo's voice** "iT's TiCkLe TiMe")

I know what your thinking, "really Author~chan? ANOTHER Damian oneshot?" Yeah well he's my fav and I just- **sticks tongue the out like a child** take it or leave it! (And I wanted to try something different with a male reader!

Y/n's pov

I sat shirtless on Damian's bed, waiting for my boyfriend to get out of the shower. I fiddled with the hem of my black shorts. It's currently four thirty in the morning. Why is he having a shower this late? Because, he just finished patrol.

I sighed and laid back on the bed with my legs dangling off the side. It was taking all my willpower to not fall asleep.

"God... I thought I took long showers." I groaned. But in reality, he had only been in there for five minutes.

I checked clock on the wall again. 4:31.

"It's only been a minute?" I whisper shrieked. I stood up and marched over to the bathroom door. I banged my fist on the wall, knowing full well everyone else was either already awake, or a deep sleeper (**cough cough** Jason).

"Hurry up Damian!" I exclaimed.

"(Y/n)! I'll be out in a minute!" He called back. I frowned and crossed my arms. I turned around and took a few steps before I did a flying leap and landed in the middle of the bed.

The shower water stopped running and the door opened a minute later, revealing Damian with only his boxers on. I snickered and he crossed his arms, a light blush sprinkling his cheeks.

"Oh your finally done! Geez!" I exclaimed. I grabbed his grey sweat pants from beside me and tossed them at his face. He caught them before they hit his face (stupid assassin reflexes). He placed a hand on his hip and raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?!" I exclaimed. He sighed, pulled on the sweat pants and crawled into bed beside me, propping his head in his hand.

"Alright, what is it you're so eager for?" He asked.

"I wanna cuddle! I've been sitting on this bed for years!" I groaned, hitting his shoulder. Damian rolled his eyes.

"You're such a drama queen." I stuck my tongue out at the sixteen year old. He stuck his tongue out at me. You'd never think that Damian would do that but honestly, he is kinda childish in private.

I kissed his nose. He smiled and tackled me in a hug. I fought against him, laughing softly. He was smirking and chuckling to himself.

We ended with me sitting on his hips. Leaning down, I cupped his face and kissed him softly. He kissed back and we parted.

"Alright what do you wish to do?" He asked.

"You."

"Pardon?"

"Cuddle." He gave me a funny look but ignored it. He rested his hand on my hip to try and push me off. As a result, I giggled lightly before slapping my hand over my mouth. Damian lifted himself on his elbows and cocked his head to the side.

"Are you-"

"No!"

"(Y/n)..." He said carefully. Oh no. "Are you ticklish?"

"What? No!" Yes. Very. "I'm not!" I defended.

"Is the tough, master gymnast (Y/n), ticklish?" Damian continued sitting up with that stupid smirk plastered on his face.