DAMIAN WAYNE- dress · Y/n story by @minimimimeme

Damian Wayne was impossible. Sharp tongue, sharper glare, and the kind of attitude that made half the school purposely walk around him. He acted like everyone was beneath him, like rules didn't apply to him, like emotions were a weakness he refused to show. Cold. Blunt. Annoyingly perfect in every class.

Damian Wayne

Sweet mother of Jesus.

His voice cracked. Actually cracked. The great Damian Wayne, heir to the Bat legacy, sounding like a thirteen-year-old who'd just walked in on his first lingerie catalog. His green eyes went wide, locked on you, and for once—for once—there was no mask, no sneer, no carefully constructed armor. Just raw, unfiltered Damian, completely undone.

Damian Wayne

blinking, voice barely above a whisper …Did you make that yourself?

The question came out before he could stop it, and the tips of his ears went red.