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Damian loves you. With all his heart.
The love he feels for you comes easily as breathing. Every little quirk, interest, and hobby you have is stored away in a very secure part of his brain. You keep him grounded, yet at the same time he feels like he might get a concussion whenever you’re near him.
He never does things halfway when it comes to you. If you want something, then you get it—whether its a ridiculous fat plushie of his older brother or a signed vinyl of PinkPantheress' latest album. Hell, he even installed tiktok and twitter for you.
Sometimes he finds it ridiculous how much you’ve softened him—made him pliant.
But everytime you send him atleast 156 videos full of pop culture references with sad music as the background audio, he wants to bang his head against the wall. Repeatedly.
He adores your voice. He could listen to you ramble on and on and on and on—
"Dami?" your soft voice snapped him out of his daze. He lazily fluttered his eyes open, your gaze meeting his tired green ones.
"Yes, hayati?" he grumbled from where his head rested on your chest, rubbing soothing motions along your waist. It was one of those slow afternoons where both of you were simply content being with one another.
“Were you even listening?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.
He shifted closer to your neck. “Of course I was.”
You scoffed. “Really? What was I talking about then?”
“About how your past self would react if you told them that Nicki Minaj is a Trumpie and that Zara Larsson finally escaped the Khia asylum,” he said without missing a beat, making you blink in surprise.
He was a little surprised at himself too. (Very slightly proud since you were hard to follow whenever you rambled about these things.)
You let out a delighted giggle. “Ding! But you forgot one thing.”
Damian lifted his head at that. He was pretty sure he got everything.
“Mm? What’s that?” he eyed your amused expression, still rubbing lazy circles along your waist.
“How my past self would react knowing I have the Damian Wayne as my boyfriend.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until your foreheads touched.
He let out a breathy chuckle. “Hm. I’m sure they’d be terrified knowing that the kid who used to glare at them across the classroom is theirs now.”
Damian watched as your eyes crinkled and you laughed in glee. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple before resting his head back on your chest.
“Okay, but can we talk about how twitter unites when it comes to sombr and groomie abrams?”
He groaned. “Hayati…”
Even though he doesn’t understand your references, your terminology, and.. everything. He wants to spend the rest of his life just like this.
Damian tapped his finger against the wooden table of the coffee shop you two were supposed to meet at ten minutes ago. The rhythmic patting of his finger blended into the other sounds of the café.
The aroma of coffee beans, the whirring of the espresso machine, and the quiet conversations of customers around him did nothing to soothe the worry brewing in his mind.
You never ran late.
What if you were too busy listening to music that you didn’t notice a car driving straight toward you? What if someone was mugging you? What if one of the villains found out about your relationship with him and kidnapped you? What if—
He cut his train of thought off before it could spiral further.
He was about to stand up and look for you when a chime from his phone stopped him in his tracks.
Qalbi <3 : Sorry!! I took a nap and woke up late, be there in 20!
Damian huffed, hearting the message before setting his phone back on the table. He crossed his arms, waiting patiently for you to push open the café doors any minute now.
How long could twenty minutes take?
He sat there for what felt like an hour, his lips twisting into a frown. You surely couldn’t have gotten into an accident on the way, right?
Checking his phone, the time read 3:15 P.M.
It did not feel like five minutes had passed. Time seemed to slow down, and he was not happy about it.
Deciding to pass the time, he opened Twitter to check your account. You were a fairly famous figure there because of your hilarious and “real” takes—from what he understood.
Ladiesman217 @nameeee
The concept of playboy, philanthropist, and billionaire Bruce Wayne falling in love with mysterious vigilante Batman..
He rolled his eyes at the irony, knowing you probably got this idea from Vicky Vale’s latest article. His eyes darted down to the replies.
redrobinultimatefan67 @sheonikaonmyburgers
Sister… you’re onto something
Navi @batmanenthusiast
Glad BruceBat is finally getting the attention it deserves
Dani @Gingerthecat
Is it bad i thought the ship name would be BruceMan?
One scroll turned into another, and he soon found himself in a rabbit hole of multiple nonsensical takes about superheroes, celebrities, and singers.
For the record, no—he was not wearing shoe lifts in his Robin costume to fake his height.
A tap on the table broke him out of his trance.
He looked up and saw your gorgeous face, your brow raised in skepticism while a playful smile tugged at your lips.
“What are you smiling about?”
A small smile might’ve crept onto his face while reading your tweets, but you didn’t need to know that.
He was about to close his laptop shut, but of course, you were faster.
“Why are you on Twitter reading my tweets about the Flash and Nightwing?"