Batboys Preferences and Imagines

Sick!Damian Wayne x Reader

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"Sorry I have a clingy and feverish assassin on my lap. I'll call you back when I've convinced him that a cold doesn't mean he's dying."

y/f/a - your favorite animal

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You're day wasn't going horribly. You had managed to get up and out of bed without falling over twelve times, and even started on your laundry and Saturday Clean. There was only one thing wrong with your day. Your boyfriend of four years, Damian Wayne had not called nor texted to tell you good morning. Every day that the two of you had been dating he made sure to do reach out to you each morning. Even on missions he somehow found a way. But today, nothing.

Letting out a large sigh, you turned your attention back to the windows you were wiping down. You enjoyed wiping down windows, the toxic smell of the windex always seemed to brun your nose in a pleasant way. Your phone, which was resting on the couch, began to ring and you immediately dropped the supplies in your hand rushing to pick it up. You were delighted to see that it was a call from Wayne Manor hoping that Damian had not forgotten about you.

"Ahh, Miss Y/l/n. I'm afraid young Master Damian has caught a cold. He insists that he is fine however Master Bruce has placed him on bed rest much to Master Damian's displeasure. Still, he was very persistent that I call you and pass him the phone." You tried to hide your excitement and instead nodded. 

The cutest thing in the world to you used to be a baby y/f/a. That was until you heard Dami's sick voice. The poor baby practically never got sick. Now that he had been bested by the seasonal flu, his voice, usually deep and soothing, was stuffed and whiny. Clearly, he hated being sick. It did make his personality take an absolute 180. He appeared to have gone from moody and privately affectionate to very clingy and needy.

"Beloved? I am terribly sorry I wasn't able to contact you earlier. Father took my phone and insisted that I watch Princess Bride with him. He claims it to be the best movie to watch when your sick. Per usual, I see no value in his childish antics. Anyhow, Good Morning habibti."

"Good Morning, Dami. Do you need anything?"

"You."

You mentally 'aww'ed at his comment and began pulling your shoes and coat on. "I'll be there in a little while, my love. I've just got to catch a cab, okay?"

"Please hurry."

You quickly stated your goodbyes and hailed a cab. It speed off to Wayne Manor seconds after you stated your destination. Anyone going straight to the Manor was important. You thanked the cab driver with a fat tip and knocked waiting patiently. Surprisingly, Bruce opened the door rather than Alfred. He didn't question what you were doing there and instead stepped aside to allow you into the manor. 

You took the familiar winding pathways to Damian's room. The moment you were within arms reach, Damian was on top of you, cuddling the live out of you. Not ten minutes later, your phone began ringing. You reached out your free arm, waving it blindly over the end table until your phone was in your grasp. 

"Y/n!"

"Stephanie?"

"Sorry, It's just Tim told me you were at the manor. Down for some shopping?"

"Sorry, Steph. I have a clingy and feverish assassin on my lap. I'll shop with you when I've convinced him that a cold doesn't mean he's dying."

"Okay."

You hung up the phone, giggling at the glare from Damian that you were met with. You were going to need some serious help. Picking up your phone, you scrolled through your contacts until you saw the all too familiar number. 

"Y/n?"

"Hey, Dick. I need your help with something."