((A/N)): Look at Dami being a kid for once... little bean :')

Anyway *sighs* DC is treating all of my babies so bad right now... Gotham Knights doesn't even begin to make up for all the shit they're going through in the comics :( 

Anyway, that last 'shot was pretty intense, so have some Dami fluff to lighten things up :)

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"Father".

Bruce looked down from the Batcomputer screen, vision blurry from pulling an all-nighter. He blinked a few times at his son.

"I'm having company tonight. We'll be using the theatre room".

Bruce felt his joints freeze up. Damian? Company?

Since he had been living at Wayne Manor, Damian had shunned the idea of making friends at school, or anywhere, really. Hell, he hardly spoke to his brothers, outside of sarcastic jabs and threats to stab someone at the dinner table.

In fact, he felt a little bit of pride swell in his chest. Years of experience managed to make sure he kept his smile hidden.

"Let Alfred know", was all he said before turning back to the computer.

Damian gave a tiny smirk, turning to leave the Batcave. Bruce wasn't the only master at hiding his emotions.

On the inside, his heart was racing. He associated the feeling with adrenaline from his League training; in reality, it was excitement, the same kind all pre-teen boys got when they're crush was coming over.

He almost scoffed at the word.

Crush.

You, also, came from a wealthy family, and took all the same classes as him. AP. Very intelligent, unlike most kids at Gotham Academy, he thought, usually accompanied with a roll of his eyes.

You didn't beg for his attention, either. Everybody else seemed desperate to be friends with Bruce Wayne's son, mostly for the popularity. You gave him a tiny wave and a smile when you caught him (to his mortification) staring at you, worked with him in class, made small-talk and friendly conversation, and that was it. He appreciated the fact that you were different, not hive-minded like the other kids.

After consulting Grayson (with Todd barging in), he had finally found the courage to invite you over.

It was simple.

He had gone over to your table at lunch, ignored your friends' pathetic giggling and blushing, and got straight to the point. He almost smiled at the look on all of your friends' faces, and allowed a small smirk when you had said yes.

He paced in the living room, waiting for your arrival.

Much to his annoyance, Dick poked his head in, beaming, before tackling him in a hug.

"I'm so proud of you! Just be yourself, okay?"

Damian wrestled him off, even more dismayed when Jason followed.

"What kind of advice is that?" the second Robin snorted.

He glanced down at Damian.

"And why is the demon-spawn getting more action than me?"

He was itching to go find his sword when the doorbell rang, much to his relief.

"Both of you, shut up", he growled, sprinting to the door.

Alfred was already there, letting you in.

He slicked his hair back with his hand, wild from wrestling with Dick.

"Hi, L/N", he said bluntly.

You smiled, taking your coat off and draping it over your arm.

"Hi, Damian. Thanks for inviting me".

His heart was beating wildly in his chest. He fought to keep the blush away as he looked down at the floor.

"Right. You can come with me".

You followed him upstairs to a darkened room with a huge TV, a snack stand in the corner, and rows of plush chairs.

You marveled at the little theatre room.

"Wow", you breathed. "This is really cool, Damian. I really can't thank you enough for having me".

Damian shoved his hands in his pockets, offering you the little smirk that passed as his smile. He gestured to the little snack stand.

"We can make some popcorn, if you wish. There's candy and drinks, too".

Setting your bag down on one of the chairs, you laughed, planting your hands on your hips.

"Damian Wayne, are you nervous?"

Immediately, his face turned red and he began to stutter.

"W-what? Of course not, L/N. You're delusional".

You giggled again, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm kidding, Dami. Let's go make some popcorn".

Damian was sure his face was burning embarrassingly red. Still, hands in his pockets, he followed you to the snack stand, smiling to himself.

He helped you dump the popcorn kernels into the machine, commonly found in carnivals or fairs, specifically for this room. You jumped when the first kernel popped unexpectedly. You smiled sheepishly at him. He smiled back.

Finally, popcorn bowl between the two of you, candy and sodas open on the table, you settled into your seat as Damian began flipping through movies nonchalantly.

"What do you want to watch, L/N?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the screen.

You felt the faint blush on your cheeks as you reached into your bag.

"Well, actually, I didn't know what exactly you had planned for tonight, so I brought this, you know, just in case".

He turned to you to find you holding The Lion King in your lap.

Internally, he groaned. Grayson annoyed him constantly about watching those children's cartoons, even making him listen to the soundtracks.

Still, if it would make you happy, he would suffer through it.

He took the movie from you, inserting it into the DVD player before settling into his seat beside you.

Glancing at your face, he could see the excitement in your eyes as the intro began to play. You had clearly seen this movie multiple times before. He would even go so far as to say it was a personal favorite of yours.

You absent-mindedly shoveled some popcorn into your mouth, eyes glued to the screen. He gave a silent amused snort and turned to the screen himself.

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An hour in, Damian could see why you loved it so much. Loathe as he was to admit it, the characters were entertaining (and strangely familiar... especially Simba, though he couldn't quite place who he reminded him of) and the songs were catchy.

You sang every one of them, knowing them all by heart. It was cute, he thought as he watched you mouth along. At the stampede scene, you had even reached over to clutch Damian's hand tightly in your own, still focused on the movie. He had blushed again, right as his shock from the little kiss from earlier had faded away, but then squeezed your hand back. You had smiled up at him, and your hands had stayed intertwined since.

Finally, the credits began rolling.

You stretched, placing the empty popcorn bowl on the table, turning to him expectantly.

"So, what do you think?"

Damian rolled his eyes, but you caught his smile.

"It was alright, I suppose".

You mock-gasped, shoving his shoulder lightly.

"Just alright? The Lion King is a classic!"

"The Mummy and Indiana Jones are classics, L/N".

You huffed playfully.

"Whatever. I liked it".

You reached over for his hand again, keeping your eyes downcast.

"And I liked spending time with you tonight, Damian. It really means a lot to me that you picked me out of all of my friends".

Damian, known for being wise-beyond his years, yet still a pre-teen boy, lifted your hand to his lips. You giggled as he kissed it softly, flashing you his little smirk.

"Of course I picked you", he scoffed. "No offense, but your friends are obnoxious".

You laughed openly at that, shifting your gaze down to your joined hands as you distractedly played with his slender fingers.

"Still. Thank you".

Unbeknownst to the two of you, huddled together in the doorway were Dick, Jason, and Tim, watching and eavesdropping on their bat-brat.

"Move, I can't see!" Jason snarled, elbowing Tim out of the way.

Dick shot his brother a disapproving glare.

"Be nice, Jason..."

"Wait! No way..."

The two oldest batboys turned their attention back to Tim, following his gaze to the movie case lying on the table.

Dick gasped excitedly.

"He finally did it!"

Jason snickered, pulling his phone out to snap a picture.

"This is gold. I'm showing this to Alfred".

"What? No! He'll kill us!"

"Too late".

Both you and Damian jumped when the phone camera flash went off. You both turned to find his older brothers in the doorway, laughing.

"OOOOO DAMIAN'S WATCHING DISNEY MOVIES!!!" they sang in unison, doubling over with laughter.

You couldn't help your own little giggle, which Damian glanced at you fondly for, before springing over the couch.

"Oh shit". That was Jason.

"I'M GOING TO STAB YOU ALL".

You laughed as the boys scrambled away, chased by Damian. 

The perfect end to a perfect night.