ARROWVERSE IMAGINES

Damien Darkh (Parent) x Reader

You're in your early 20s
You work with the legends
You're Damien's daughter

⚠️Warning: None

Y/N's POV

"Y/N, you have mail." Ray pops his head into my room, envelope in his hand.

"It's open."

"Ya, Mick couldn't help himself, and just to be sure we might've taken a peep as well." He admits and I shake my head laughing at their nosiness.

Grabbing the letter, I enter the control room, the entire team is stood around doing their own thing. Once I gather all of their attention, I inform them of my decision.

"My Dad wants to see me, he claims it's nothing to do with the legion or legends. I think I'm gunna go." I admit and Sara approaches me.

"He's your dad, no matter how psycho, he's always going to be your dad. Go. We will never mind." She smiles and I smile back at her.

"Well then, I'll see you all later." I wave, hugging Sara as I leave.

~~~

Holding my GPS in one hand and the letter in the other, I'm led to the middle of literally nowhere.

Just as I'm about to leave, thinking it was all one sick joke, a streak speeds me out of the forest and into a warehouse. Screaming, he lets go of me, and I turn to see it's none other than Eobard Thawne.

"Is it impossible for you to not scream?" He sarcastically groans and I roll my eyes, my hand clutching my stomach.

"Next time, warn someone before you fucking speed them through one part of the country to the other, you dick." I snap, feeling faint.

"If you weren't Damien's daughter I'd kill you by now." He mutters under his breath and I roll my eyes.

"I'm sure if your mother had the opportunity, she'd get an abortion." I seethe, watching his eyes glower in anger, and then Malcolm Merlyn, and my father enter the room.

"Thank you for coming, sweetheart. I hope the journey wasn't as bad as you make it sound." He smiles and I roll my eyes. "What do you want Dad?" I get straight to the point and watch as he sighs.

"I have something I want to give to you. A gift." He says.

I squint my eyes skeptical. "The last time you gave me a gift, my boyfriend's head blew fucking off his neck, I'll pass." I hiss, watching Merlyn trying to stop himself from laughing. Regardless, my father isn't remorseful at all.

"Have a look first." He pulls his arm out, gesturing as to where I should walk and I follow, not having much of a choice.

Once I reach the room, I'm stood in awe of the beauty. "Oh. My. God." I gape at the gift, unable to take my eyes off of it.

"It's all yours, baby." He grins.

"Why?" I ask, my eyes still trained onto the good.

"Because you're my daughter."

"Don't get too excited, if I could, I'd rewrite my DNA." I turn to him, watching as his smile only grows wider.

"Ramone Tyler. His last ever creation, this dress. He died as he was stitching the waist." He delves into deep detail and my brow instantly raises.

"You didn't have anything to do with his death, did you?" I ask, not really bothered, as I stare at the diamonds of the dark blue dress in awe.

"So, do you want it?" He asks and I instantly nod my head.

"Yes, Daddy I love it. I need this dress." I rush as my hand brushes over the lace.

"Would you look at the change of character. From wanting to change her DNA, to 'yes daddy'." Malcolm teases and I ignore him as I check the size.

"This dress is for a fucking 16 year old!" I snap, as I pull the size guide out. "You're welcome." Eobard rolls his eyes, as my father groans out loud.

"I'll just give it to Nora instead. I'm sorry baby." My father is about to take the guide out of my hand, when I furiously shake my head.

"I'm 26, not pregnant, I will starve myself for months before I let Nora wear MY dress." I snap and everyone rolls their eyes.

"Girls. So fucking ridiculous." Malcolm says as he snatches the guide out of my hand.

"Y/N, it's not that big of a deal, Nora is your sister. You should be happy she gets the dress." My father rests his hand on my shoulder.

"Nora is a bitch." I sarcastically smile, watching as Dad's face turns from confused to surprised.

"For God's sake. Nothing I do, makes you two girls happy." He rolls his eyes as he hands the guide back to me.

"Use your magic to kill her and I might just pretend to be able to stand you." I mutter under my breath, too consumed with the thought of how to travel back to the waverider, with the dress.

"Right. I think that's enough father, daughter time for one day. Mr Thawne will take you back to where he grabbed you from." He says and I click my tongue disagreeing.

"No. Mr Wannabe Flash can speed my dress back to the waverider, while you magic me up another form of travel than him. Or this time, I will break his eardrums when I scream. A trick I learned from Laurel, before you killed her." I hiss, watching as they all raise their hands in mock surrender.

"I'll drop you back. Grab the dress and we'll be off." My father instructs and I burst out laughing.

"Please, you will grab the dress, while I take a look around your shitty lair." I speak, disappearing deep into the area.

~~~

"Bye love." My father smiles and I roll my eyes, making a fake puking sound just to be dramatic, to which he shakes his head disapprovingly.

"You know, I could use my magic to freeze you, then hug you. Or, you could just give your old man a hug the old fashioned way, and I'll be off." He smirks. Rolling my eyes, still elated from my gift, I let him hug me, then pull away just as quick.

"Bye Dad." I sigh, watching him leave. The offer he and his team pitched earlier, still fresh in my mind.

Shaking my thoughts off, I enter the waverider, showing off the dress, to which both Amaya and Sara fight over keeping for themselves.

Deep down, knowing that my true family in fact is Damien Darkh and always will be.

~xx