The Tomboy (Damian Wayne/Robin x Reader)

Hot Summer

((This one will hint to NSFW themes, but no smut in it.))

July already and you were getting upset that it had to end. It was July 1st and you wondered what to do before college started. So you called Damian and asked if he wanted to hang out. So you met him at his house.

"You think you still are better than me?" Damian asked with a smirk. He was in a dark green muscle shirt and some black basketball shorts. He looked pretty damn hot.

"Oh I know I am." You said and stuttered stepped. Damian followed the step and you whirled around him. You did a layup and watched the ball go through the hoop.

He cursed under his breath and grabbed the ball. It was his turn to be on offense. He dribbled the ball and stuttered stepped then faked a jump shot, you went to block it, and he passed you. It was going to be one long and interesting game.

A small pick n roll and you felt his muscular back against your body. You had to snap out of the sexy daydreaming and go back to playing the game. One on one.

Damian would purposely roll past you so he could tease you. However, when you would do the same thing he was eating it all up. When either of you used your butts to back the defense up, it was very alluring. It was a good thing you two were very good about controlling your hormones and arousal feelings.

You two had lost count on how many hours you played, but Damian had beat you by twenty two points. You had two hundred forty-eight points and he still won though.

You were panting and watched him.

"I am so much better at basketball than Grayson, Todd, Drake, your brothers, and you." He bragged. He took a sip of his sports drink.

"You better than Bruce?" You asked.

Damian made a hum to signal that he was going to talk after he was done taking a drink. "I am much better than my father." He said after swallowing his drink.

You giggled and shook your head. "You are so arrogant." You said.

Damian smiled. "No, you just know I am better and you love it." He took another sip of his sports drink.

You sat down and were sipping your water. He took off his shirt and wiped his face with it. He had gotten a bit tanner since it was summer. His black hair was a little bit lighter, just a tad. You could barely notice some of his scars. You had to stop staring.

"I do it too." Damian said. He was glancing at a notebook you two had used to tally points down.

"What?" You asked.

"I stare at you a lot. I am guilty about it." Damian admitted and glanced over at you with a smile.

You blushed. "I'm sorry about that."

"Why?" He put the notebook down. "It is perfectly normal for couples to check out their significant other. It is just part of life." He said.

You smiled with a blush. "So I don't need to feel guilty about it that much?"

"No. You don't have to worry about staring at me. I see how your expression will change usually to a happy expression or just in awe."

"How do you not make so many faces?" You asked him. "Like sometimes you have such a serious face."

Damian walked over and sat beside you. "I think I get it from how I was raised, but also I think I inherited it from Father." He said. Damian wrapped his arm around your waist and smiled. "You have a brooding face too. Kind of like your brothers do."

You giggled a bit. "I guess I do."

He held you a bit and thought for a bit. "Wanna swim?"

"I don't want to do competitive swimming." You groaned softly.