Damian Wayne x assassin reader

You are serious

As he gets on the r-cycle, we both are a blushing mess. Putting on the helmet I hear a mic engage. Tim comes through on it."Hey love birds, Damian you left your com on after the joker goons." I hear him say.gripping onto Damians robin tunic and shoving the helmet into his shoulder. Extremely embarrassed through the mic i hear him say."Shut up Drake." Damian feels very tense as well. Tim follows with."Alright...alright... anyways Hey y/n did you like the suit?" I think for a second."Yeah, it's pretty good." I hear Tim's grunt of approval. Then I hear him say he's logging off. I lift my head, and look over Damians shoulder, I move my hands from gripping the back of his tunic, to sliding around to the front, and locking around his waste. This definitely doesn't go unnoticed by him, as I feel is swerve. That only lead me to instead of gripping my arm in front of him, me gripping the front of his Robin tunic suit thing. I hear him mic go on, then his voice comes through almost strained. "I apologize for swerving...a bit..." I feel my face flush,"no no, it's ok..." oh god...what am I doing. Have I gone soft. I hope I haven't gone soft. A few seconds later were at the cave, Hopping off the bike, I let Damian handle that a quick, "I'll be in my room." Leaving my lips as I bolt off. I don't even know how to relationships...especially with Damian...and what am I...I don't know how this works, and I don't want to mess it up. I curl up in the corner of my room, and imagine Damian. What would I do if he held my hand. Or got close to my face and- NO NO NO. I stop myself. Ruffling my hair with my hands. My pulling my knees up to my chest. I lean against the side of my bed. It's reasonably comfortable like this. The wall is also next to me giving extra support. I sit like that, the light off looking at my ground. What has my life become... I feel the urge to take off most of my weapons and change into some shorts and a tank top. I lean back in the corner the floor cold, but I ignore the goosebumps it produces. I pull one of the 5 small weapons I keep on me at all times. It's a knife. I sit there one flip two flip three flip. Thinking about how bored I have been, reading, meditation, exercise, and sleep with food are not super interesting to me. When a knock is at the door my focus slips from the deep thoughts to the door quick and I am off on my timing for grabbing the knife. Instead I grab the blade...hard. I feel it slice into my slice into my fingers and the tips of my fingers. Then on instinct almost it's out of my hand. I jump up,"Just a second." I hear on the other side."Is everything ok?" I I hum,"Yeah, just give me a sec." my voice was faster than normal by about a second. That was really bad of me. I lean down and pick up the knife. Putting it away, I go to the door and open it. My cut hand on the door nob hissing at me, with me ignoring it. Nobody need to know I was incompetent and hurt myself by accident. Damian stares at me a blank face."What happened?" I force myself to lie...very well."Oh, I just was practicing something new with my knife and it didn't work. Do you need something?" He nods."I would like to talk?" I give a slow nod."okay-" while I'm about to close the door on him, he stops it."Right now preferably. Also why do I smell blood?" I freeze up...I can smell it too...but for real. My eyes go to my hand for a second, and he pushes his way into the room making me stumble back a bit as he grabs my hand and pulls it up."What happened." He seethed. I look away."Dont worry about it." He turns us around and traps me against the wall and himself. He is far enough away not to be touching me. But close enough that it make me a bit nervous. He pulls my hand up to see it in the light. "Where is your first aid kit." I give a quick instruction and he pushes away from me to go get it. In the mean Time I can clean the blood off the door handle. I grab a washcloth and halfway Drench it. I start cleaning the handle and Damian comes back."L/n come here. I can take care of that. Let me see your hand." I don't even bother with arguing with him as he sets me on the bed and hovers over me my hand in his as he creams and dresses my hand. It doesn't really hurt so I don't flinch or anything. When he finishes he seems confused,"Why are you all red? Do I make you nervous."  I shake my head" no way." He leans closer."You sure." I nod and force us a little closer. He seems a little pleased by this, and I smile. Ever so quickly though he has my arms pinned to the bed."Are you still sure." I'm almost certain Damian wouldn't force something like this on me so I nod. Just like that Jason throws open my door,"Tim just said-" he stops and whistles."So it's true...that was fast." I flush and Damian gets up,"What do you want Todd." He chuckles,"I just got the confirmation I needed." I hang my head in an over dramatic way and he laughs a bit louder. "Take care of your girlfriend Dami." "She's not my-" he stops short."well...actually I...I mean...we weren't about to do what you were thinking Todd. We aren't that stupid. Leave us...now." As soon as he's gone I say,"I guess you'll need something else snazzy to respond to your brothers with when they say that." He nods,"perhaps."