Description: Wonder Woman and Batman wouldn't approve of a relationship between their children, would they?

Words: 1917

Notes: Part 4 of shit I found in my google doc files

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"Haven't you ever heard the saying, Damian?" Jon Kent questioned, also known as Superboy, was walking in tandem side-by-side with his best friend. They watch as you lead them down the hallway, your armor clinking and chinking whenever you moved. Jon speaks next when you extend your arm. It strikes an enemy in the face and they crumble, with minimal effort on your part as the determination spreads over your face. 

Jon smirked, gesturing to you, "She's beauty, she's grace, she'll punch you in the face?"

The metal grating beneath the trio clanks with your footsteps, steady and even like that of a warrior. Damian and Jon follow. You all know what this mission is for. It's a distraction for the "little kids", to keep you away from the real battle. This was simply a confo; conquering a territory and retrieving the info needed. These types of operations were Damian's specialty, and the enemies you were taking on were just some excess thugs trying to restart their gig after their leader was arrested. Small mission, with only one hero needed. So why did Bruce send a half-Kryptonian, an Amazonian princess, and the son of Batman to deal with maybe 20 low-lifes?

Distraction. You were being taken away from the real fight. The real fight where you could be helping people, good or bad. Either it was that, or Bruce was observing you—you, as in you and Damian. He had his suspicions. But that was what they were, just suspicions. Even you were surprised that you and Damian were capable of keeping a secret like a romantic relationship from Batman.

But if Bruce was observing you now through the security cameras of the building, then you had to raise the only defense that would protect your secret from Batman. It was especially hard acting like you hated Damian because you represented truth and honesty. You loved him, you knew that, so huffing at him as you draw an enchanted arrow from your quiver is making something in you stubbornly ache. Great Hera, you hated lying.

While your technical mother Diana Prince (also known as Wonder Woman) had been crafted in clay and given life by Zeus, she had shaped you from the rich dirt of Themyscira's woodlands and pleaded with the goddess Artemis to give you life. The goddess of hunting did, and she left you with a beautiful bow carved from one of the first trees the Earth had produced. So when that bow fires an arrow into a door, it splinters to pieces.

Before you step through your personally-created doorway, you glare back at the boys with a practiced malice,"Thank you for your assistance, gentlemen." You huff sarcastically. Something flashes in Damian's eyes, a perfect performance, and his muscles tighten as his eyes narrow, "TT. I apologize that you did not ask for our help, princess."

"Guys—" Jon starts, but you and Damian cut him off with a matching pair of glares.

You sigh, bristling as Damian strikes his shoulder against yours when he passes you. You glare at his back as he walks ahead. Your gaze softens at Jon's upset expression; you were both friends with him, but never with each other and he hated it. You offer him a small smile, guilt leaking out of your eyes as you gesture for him to follow after you, "Come, Superboy. We have a fight to win and celebrate."

Jon's eyes light up, and he eagerly skips after you. When you come to stand beside Damian—who works on applying the hacking program to the computer to download its contents—Jon tosses an arm over his shoulder and examines the computer screen, "We should so get ice cream after this."

"No." Damian denies instantly, inclining his head toward you. You have to hold back a large smile at the reminder. Tonight is date night, and he has something special planned, apparently. Damian pulls out a hard drive from the computer's main system. He raises it so both of you can see it, "Let's go."

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"Where are we going, Damian?" You press, smiling as he glances back at the path for the hundredth time. He is so nervous, so secretive. You wonder how he could ever live and grow up this way. You hesitantly graze his arm with the tips of your fingers, and Damian's eyes flash with something foreign to any other environment; you are alone, so his eyes deepen with the intense emotions humans call love. He smirks, "I know you already know the surprise, princess. You are as wise as Athena."

"I am as wise as I want to be." You respond, wisely.

Damian says nothing, only surveying the trees and greenery of Wayne Manor's garden in the moonlight, searching for listeners or watching eyes. It's architecture reminds you of Themyscira, with it's marble fountains and beautiful plant life. Animal life too, as Titus has already curled up on the bench set before the bubbling fountain. At the water display's center is a statue of an ancestor of Damian's.

You pause on the trail, cupping his wrist and his jaw. It takes only this for him to look at you. You laugh almost sternly, "We are alone, αγάπη μου." My love. Damian's gaze softens at the nickname, and the tenseness of his shoulders loosen. You lay your forehead against his and smile teasingly, "You brought me out here to watch the stars, didn't you?"

"I don't know much about astrology," Damian lies, shrugging, "I imagined you could teach me."

His skin is cool from the night's breeze, filtering the smell of lavender through the trees and stones. You feel him go hot beneath your touch. He has thought of something. A curious look appears on his face and he politely lays his hands on your upper back, "Would Artemis and Aphrodite curse me if I were to kiss you right now, beloved?"

You appreciate his seriousness in regards to your family, and so you gently lift your chin skyward, "Artemis is a maiden goddess, meaning she will never marry. Even though she disagrees with my decision to date you, her rules do not apply to me..." You smile, briefly tilting your head, "Aphrodite... she likes you. The last time we spoke she referred to you as a "total dreamboat"."

Damian chuckles. You giggle into his cheek, and Damian turns so his lips are nearly ghosting against yours. When he speaks they just barely brush, "I will accept that as you consenting, yes?"

You nod, and Damian wastes no time in reacquainting himself with your kiss. You have to stop yourself from laughing too hard at his eagerness, but two weeks without physical contact or affection is surprisingly hard on the boy wonder. You can take it, but he can't go an hour without your fingers carding through his hair or stroking his face. Damian Wayne is truly under your spell. You take a step back, feeling something on your form fall with your heart.

"Είσαι το άλλο μισό μου. Είσαι τα πάντα μου." Damian whispers. You are my other half. You're my everything. "Σ 'αγαπώ, πριγκίπισσα μου." I love you, my princess.

"Damian." You murmur softly, adoringly. You draw your thumb down his cheek, face burning and mouth agape. You laugh in a confused manner, "I—I love you too. But... are you alright? You wouldn't normally say such things..."

A seriousness suddenly takes over Damian's face, "Remember how Diana leant you her lasso for our latest mission and told you to keep it on you at all times?" He questioned. You slowly nod, watching his face shift awkwardly... He's not in pain, but fighting something. Gently, he looks down, "It is wrapped around my foot."

You backup instantly, covering your mouth to muffle your laughter. Damian glowers at you in your state of hysterics, eyes shut with mirth and your form bent over as you try to contain yourself, an impossible task. He angrily gestures to the Lasso of Truth, "Beloved! You know that I cannot untie it." He huffs angrily.

He pauses, pulling another face as he attempts to combat the lassos powers. He blurts without warning as he crosses his arms over his chest, "God, you are so beautiful." Damian flushes with his own words, turning his head to the side to hide his expression from you. You wave your hands in front of yourself, shaking your head through your own laughter and trying not to blush as hard as you think you are, "Sorry, sorry—I will untie you, Damian."

"Wait, I want to tell you the truth." Damian hisses through his own teeth, like forcing his mouth shut will keep the truth from escaping him. You raise an eyebrow at him and pause. Damian growls beneath his breath, "I want you to hear everything I think about you, but I fear you will think I am another idiot that has fallen for you."

"As much as I want that too, Damian, I'd rather have you tell me of your own free will." You smile at him slightly, and he looks relieved even if the lasso doesn't want him to convey it, meaning that the relief is a lie. You stoop down and reach for the lasso, wrapping it around your hand and beginning to untie it. Taking his opportunity for vengeance, Damian quickly questions, "Do you love me, Y/N?"

"More than anything in the entire world." You burst out. You don't flush at your own honesty or even bat an eye, unwrapping the golden rope from his ankle and coiling it back on your belt. Damian shudders, glaring at the rope as if it had a conscience and would be offended by such an action. His gaze then lifts to you, and before he can confess anything he wants to say, you capture his locks between your fingers and bring him down for another kiss.

Damian sighs dreamily into your mouth, blush still deep with his own embarrassment. His embrace is tighter now. It is tight but not for the sake of your protection—he of all people knows you can protect yourself, him, and Jon combined—but for the part of him begging on his knees for affection and for love. He buries his nose into your neck and huffs, "If you tell anyone about what I said, princess...."

"What are you going to—" Your eyes widen and you and Damian immediately separate as a shadow casts itself over you both. Damian launches into an attack stance beside you, and doesn't relax it once he meets eyes with Tim Drake. You finish your sentence slowly as you realize Tim had probably just seen everything, "—do?"

Tim lowers his phone, pressing his thumb to his screen. Damian's eye twitches when the flash of a camera blinds you both. 

"I'll kill you, Drake!" Damian roars, and soon you can hear Tim's laughter shaking the garden as the present Robin makes chase. Soon other voices join the commotion, Dick and Jason's loud, "WHAT?!" Performed in near-perfect unison.

You watched, amused, trying to stifle your laughter in your hand while Damian raced after his brother at top-speed. Tim waved his phone high in the air and exclaimed,"I got it! I got it!" For a brief moment you can't help but compare the situation to what it's like to live on Themyscira, but then rid your mind of the thought. Man's world will forever hold a place in your heart—a large piece reserved for Damian Wayne.