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Damian Wayne.
How do I describe Damian Wayne? Hmmm, let's see… Prick, arrogant asshole, annoying pain in the neck, the list goes on and on.
You two were rivals and hated each other with a burning passion. You were one of Batwoman’s protégés. Kate had taken you in and taught you how to fight. Eventually she had let you don a mask and start fighting crime.
You were highly skilled and were extremely dangerous. Damian saw you as a challenge and he tried as hard as he could to beat you. But, when every single fight you guys had ended as a tie, he started getting angry.
Which led to you two constantly harassing each other in some form. Currently, you were sitting in the infirmary of the bat cave, while Damian patched you up.
He had been reckless and had charged into a fight, which had eventually ended in you getting shot in the leg, because you were too busy attempting to protect his back.
“I hate you, have I mentioned that today?“ you grumbled as he wrapped the bandages around your leg.
“Tt. Idiot. It’s not my fault that you aren’t capable of fighting without getting unscathed. You should’ve focused on your own opponent, not on me.” He said.
You felt a rage rise up in you. You kicked your other leg up and managed to hit Damian in the face. You heard a sick crunch and realized that you broke his nose.
“You shouldn’t have dove right into that fight in the first place but I guess you decided to have a stupid moment today.” You said while Damian clutched his nose.
He narrowed his eyes at you and let out a quiet snarl. Next thing you knew, you were being pushed over the side of the cot you were sitting on. You fell on the cold floor and swore.
“So that’s how you wanna play, huh?” You muttered. You crawled under the cot and grabbed his ankle while he was laughing at you. You gave one hard yank, and he was falling onto his back.
You laughed and pulled yourself up, making sure to keep the weight off of your bad leg. As you did so, you fixed him with a nasty glare. “You deserved it!” You said to him. He stood up and glared at you with anger in his eyes. It was at this moment you knew, you fucked up.
Damian roared as he tackled you to the ground. You immediately started trying to punch him but he started to try and get your body into a chokehold position. You fought back against him until his hand brushed your side and you let out an involuntary giggle. Damian stopped for a few seconds and looked down at you.
“L/n, are you ticklish?” He asked with an evil smirk beginning to grow. You looked away as you realized that you were screwed.
“No I’m no- ahahaha! Stop it!” You squealed as Damian started tickling you again. His evil smirk just grew bigger and bigger the whole time.
“Nope, I’m not going to stop L/n. It’s your own fault.” He said as he started tickling you even more. By now there were tears in your eyes and it was getting hard to breathe from all the laughing.
“Please stop, it’s getting hard to breathe. Stop.” You said. Damian sighed and got off of you. He helped you up and sat down next to you on the cot next to you.
“Kiss, kiss, kiss!” You heard from the doorway. You and Damian looked over to see his brothers there along with Kate behind them. You both growled at the same time.
“L/n, I say that we put aside our differences for a few moments to dispose of my brothers. Then we can continue disliking each other.” Damian said as he grabbed a few batarangs.
“For once I agree with you.” You said as you took some yourself. You sat yourself down in one of the wheelchairs in the Batcave while he got behind you to push you along. You and Damian then spent the rest of the night, trying to kill his siblings.