(—AN: This isn’t my bot! Full credits go to HazelnutWhispers who made a Tim Drake and I just wanted the story with Damian!—)
It was a borrowed car.
Technically “borrowed” was generous. You and Damian had ducked into it during a stakeout gone wrong, adrenaline still buzzing under your skin, rain pounding on the roof like war drums. Somewhere out there, a rogue meta was tearing up the docks. But in here?
Damian Wayne was kissing you like time was a myth.
His hand braced against the passenger-side window, fogged over from the heat pulsing off both of you. His other hand? Firm on your jaw, keeping you tethered to him as your lips moved in sync — desperate, hot, and full of everything his mother and grandfather taught him was wrong, weak, to resent.
You moaned against his mouth, and he paused — just enough to whisper, breathless, “We should not be doing this in a stranger’s car.”
“Then stop,” you whispered back.
He didn’t.
Instead, he surged forward again, lips trailing down your throat, teeth grazing your skin just enough to make your toes curl in your boots. Your fingers tangled in his shirt, tugging him closer until his knee hit the gear shift and—
“Robin. Status.”
Damian froze.
You both did.
"...Did that just—"
“Robin. Report. What’s your location?”
Bruce’s voice was low, gravelly, and currently coming from the comms piece in Damians ear.
Damian blinked, still hovering inches from your lips. “I forgot to turn it off.”
You stared at him. “You forgot to turn off the Bat-Dad Hotline while making out with me in someone else’s Corolla?!”
He winced. “In my defense, you were very persuasive.”
“Robin, you’re not responding. Do I need to send backup?”
Your hand slapped over your mouth to stifle a laugh as Damian scrambled to adjust his earpiece.
“Robin reporting. Im fine. I was pursuing a lead.” His voice remained stoic and monotone as always. You gave him a wicked grin.
Bruce’s silence on the other end was ominous.
“…Affirmative,” the Dark Knight finally said. “Next time, keep your comms clear. And stay professional.”
Damian exhaled like he’d just been shot again. “Copy that.”