~~~Your point of view~~~You really didn't expect much to happen when you headed to school, but you were proven wrong almost immediately. Upon arriving with Damian, (Mb/n) immediately latched herself to his side. You both sighed and headed to your first classes which were unfortunately separate. Your eyes wandered from your notes to the teacher to the clock throughout the lesson. Time seemed to be passing much slower than usually. Eventually the bell rang and you stuffed your books into your bag before leaving. You met up with Kate who was leaving the classroom next to yours. "How is your day going?" She smiled sweetly.
"It's been tiring. First thing when Damian and I got here, (Mb/n) started up her usual antics."
"That sucks." Kate shook her head with an amused grin. "You have shows after school today and the rest of the week right?"
"Yeah, thanks for putting together my outfits. I'm supposed to be singing with this new guy. I think his name is Brandon?"
"I've heard of him. His catchphrase is 'Welcome to the Brand.' It's not my favorite." You snorted quietly at the saying.
"Have you heard anything about his personality? He seemed professional enough in the studio, but we didn't exactly interact much beyond singing."
"I heard he's kinda wild. He likes to pull tricks and improvise." Kate responded. "He's nothing like Adrien if you were wondering. Be careful of anything he might try to pull."
"I'll keep my eyes peeled," you mumbled, suddenly less excited and more apprehensive about the concert later. You joined up with Damian who was hiding from (Mb/n)
"I swear I'm going to have to get a restraining order," he whispered, causing you to chuckle. "You're leaving early right? Be careful driving to Metropolis. I don't like anything about Brandon."
"I know. You've said it multiple times, but I'll be alright." You reassured him.
"Wolf will meet you there right?" You nodded in response. "You know I would never say this otherwise, but stay close to Wolf. He is more trustworthy."
"I will be fine Damian. I'll be back in two days. Also you might want to run; I can see her." Damian pressed a quick kiss to your lips before hurrying away. (Mb/n) squealed and scurried after him.
Eventually the time came for you to leave and you made the long drive to Metropolis. Adrien was waiting outside his apartment and waved energetically the moment he saw your car. "You're here!" He ran around and opened your door before pulling you in for a hug.
"You saw me just last week Wolf. What's got you so excited?" You couldn't help but laugh as he released you.
"It's your first concert of the year!" Adrien carefully avoided the topic of Olivia's passing as he helped you unload your trunk of the outfits you would be wearing for the next few days. The two of you took the elevator up to his apartment and stored your outfits in the closet. You were supposed to keep them in the dressing rooms at the concert location, but you didn't want to put anything near the hands of Brandon.
"I thought it was going to be warmer here," you shivered as you finished setting down all your bags.
"It's supposed to warm up tomorrow. Will you be alright?" Adrien watched as you began to do your hair.
"I'll be fine. It's not as cold as Gotham." You shrugged, wondering how cold it would really be. Nearly two hours passed until the sun had set and you were supposed to head to the concert. Adrien walked you all the way to your dressing room before leaving you alone.
~~~Adrien's point of view~~~
I let (Y/n) head into her dressing room so she could change for the show, but as I turned to leave I spotted Brandon and one of his friends lurking by the costume racks. I headed over but remained low profile so that they wouldn't stop their conversation. "Yeah, I can't wait for the Siren to get one of your little surprises."
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The Musicians (Damian Wayne x reader)
FanfikceI don't own any of the characters, photos, or videos in my story. All the credit goes to the original creators. The music in this story is not mine. I'm sorry. When I originally wrote this story it was written for a female reader, and I don't have t...