First Impressions

Part: 2

His damn stomach wouldn't stop growling all morning, but Damian manage to last a little after lunchtime. He calculated and planned all possible scenarios that could or wouldn't happen once he went to the kitchen. Damian rather starve than have to face his sister's friend, Raven for causing her such a fright. Needless to say, he was also avoiding his family, seeing how both Cass and Jason reacted last night proved he wouldn't hear the end of it from last night's incident.

Still in bed, Damian rolled grumbling and running his hands over his face. He couldn't believe it in himself that he would cause such fear to someone. True, he didn't mind his siblings fearing him but Raven... gosh Raven was different. He found her cross-legged in the library, doing a very late-night reading. It very much intrigued him to find someone who would enjoy literature as much as him. Damian turned onto his back and close his eyes; picturing how she looked -minus the frighten face – in her overly large purple hoodie. Her skin almost pearl-like, smooth like an opal stone, and her eyes. They were a pair amethyst that seemed to hold vast galaxies within them. Damian had to wonder if Raven was the type to dream and look at the world in a different perspective. He wanted to know more of her, but that felt like a task he wouldn't be able to accomplish after his actions last night.

Why his siblings or even Alfred hadn't mentioned to him there was a guest staying at the manor was beyond him. His train of thought was interrupted by when his stomach growled very loudly removing all silence in his room. The young Wayne let out a heavy sigh got dressed in a pair of black sweats and a black tank top. Damian decided to relieve his frustrations out on a punching bag in the manor's gym. Hopefully he wouldn't find none of his brothers in there later.

Damian arrived into the kitchen adorned with marble wooden cabinets. The counters were all covered by gold tone mosaics. First thing he went straight towards was the pitcher of black coffee, Damian wasn't a fan but right now he needed caffeine in his system to get him through the day. He took a sip when-

"Would you like me to pass you the cream?"

Damian choked on his coffee, making him slip some back into his mug, the rest falling on the counter and floor. He set his mug down, then turn to find Raven standing behind the kitchen island, with toasted bagel in one hand and a butter knife smeared with what appeared to be cream cheese.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" Raven said as she ran around the counter with two kitchen rags to help clean his mess.

Using the back of his hand Damian wiped his mouth and used the rag Raven handed him to wipe the counter and floor of his little spill. "I think I deserved that, I did scare you last night and I will like to apologize again for my unruliness."

"I told you it's okay." Raven said as she bended down and help him clean up. "You didn't know who I was or that there was a guest in your home. I would had done the same if I thought a stranger was inside my home." Their fingertips just barely touched, making them both look into each other's eyes for a brief moment. Raven looked away and stood up, with Damian following after her. In that brief moment, Damian could have sworn his heart had left him, leaving him utterly defenseless before her. They just stood there, no one doing nothing, not a sound escaped either of them. All that could be heard in the room was their breathing.

Taking a moment to take in her appearance, Raven was wearing black long sleeve, tucked into a dark purpled plaid skirt that just rested above her knees. She was wearing some black ankle boots with a silver chain wrapped around the ankle. His gaze was brought back up to her face when he heard Raven clear her voice. He could feel his damn face flushed, as Raven's own gazed kept fidgeting to the sides to the awkward silence that had befallen between them. Damian cleared his throat, "what are you doing?"