Prompt: You and Damian have a little secret, but will you get caught red-handed?
Key: (Y/N) = Your Name, (f/s) = Favorite Song
Damian waits impatiently by the window. He longs to see you one day without having to meet in secret, but he realizes that he will undoubtedly be teased by his immature brothers. As if that isn't enough, his father will most likely attempt to give him dating advice.
"As if Father knows how to court a woman!" Damian scoffs. "The situation with mother is a nightmare and he continues to play his part as the self-indulgent playboy billionaire even though he has a son. I need no advice from him!"
A sudden tap on the glass distracts him from his thoughts. He lifts the metal latch on the window and examines the courtyard below.
"Dami?" you inquire with a sharp whisper. He gives a slight smile when he sees you.
"Hello, (Y/N). I'm pleased you could make it."
"Is the coast clear?"
Damian looks swiftly around the library--his favorite hideout--and promptly locks the double doors for good measure. He peeks out the window and nods, so you buckle your backpack snuggly around your torso and scale the brick wall using a nearby ivy vine.
Your climbing skills have increased exponentially from the now two years of sneaking into Wayne Manor to see your boyfriend. You only live half-a-mile down the road, but creeping onto the property is a challenge. It's a miracle you can sneak past Batman and his army of former Robins, but you must retreat when Damian is called to action. Thanks to one thug that managed to stab his shoulder, Damian was forced to share his identity with you when he collapsed on your doorstep.
You finally reach the window and Damian pulls you up by the hand. Once you're sitting comfortably on the window ledge, he gives you a tender kiss on the cheek. It's moments like this that make you melt inside. Damian doesn't often express his feelings. He's constantly wearing two masks, but only you are allowed to see the boy hiding beneath the second.
"I had Pennyworth bake cookies for us," he says, motioning to the plate sitting on the coffee table.
You drop your backpack on the couch and dig out your iPod and speaker. Pressing play, you let the steady rhythm of the music and the taste of Alfred's cookies relax you.
Just as Damian sits next to you, your favorite song (f/s) comes on and you gasp with delight. You leap up from the sofa and swing your hips to the beat. Damian gapes at you with concerned eyes.
"Are you having a seizure, (Y/N)?"
"No, I'm dancing! You should give it a try!"
"I'd rather not," he replies with a stern look.
You roll your eyes. "Do you even know how to dance, Dami?"
"I was trained by Ra's Al Ghul himself in over fifty forms of combat. You honestly believe I don't understand the concept of dancing?"
"Well, I've never seen you dance before," you prod with an inviting smirk. Irritation rises in his eyes and you kiss him on the lips.
"Oh come on! You always complain that we don't spend enough time together! I'm attempting to have fun and you're spoiling it!"
Damian's expression changes from displeasure to uncomfortable compliance. "Very well...I suppose I can participate, but if you make any jokes I shall think of a way to exact my revenge."
Taking his hands in yours, you lead him into an open area of the room. He's a fast learner, so he memorizes the beat quickly. He begins to lead you into a spin, and you grin with amazement as his moves become more elaborate.
"Perhaps this isn't so bad," he ponders to himself as he spins you around the room.
...
Dick back-flips off the balance beam and lands perfectly on the mat. Just as he reaches for his towel, he hears faint music coming from down the hall.
"What the heck?" he asks aloud, swinging the towel over his shoulder and heading to the library. Sure enough, music is blasting from inside. He pulls on the handle but the door is locked. Alfred is dusting the gallery, Bruce is in a meeting, Jason is on an Outlaw mission, and Tim is at school. The only other person in the house is Damian. Too curious for his own good, Dick retrieves a set of bobby pins from the training room and jiggles them into the lock mechanism. The door swings open and he cups a hand over his mouth to contain his laughter. In the center of the room, he sees his little brother dancing with someone he's never seen before and is ...smiling?!
"Ladies and gentlemen the apocalypse has started! I have GOT to show this to Bruce."
Dick fumbles for his phone and presses the record button. Unfortunately, his luck diminishes as the music fades out. Damian whips around and his face contorts with pure rage and embarrassment.
"GRAYSON!!!!"
"Oh, you're SO busted! Say hello to Youtube little D," Dick declares, racing out the door.
"IF YOU POST THAT, I'll SHOVE YOUR ESCRIMA STICKS DOWN YOUR THROAT AND TURN YOU INTO A NIGHTWING GLOWSTICK!!" he screams, chasing his brother down the hall and slamming the door.
You fall to your knees, laughing so hard you can barely breathe. Now that Damian's brother knows the truth, you can finally cease with the secrecy. Not only that, you'll get to buy the first-ever Nightwing glowstick! Knowing Damian, he'll let you have it for free.