First Impressions

Part: 5

Damian was glad his school day had finally ended. He was grateful he didn't have to stay after for study groups, all he wanted was to be in his room and polish his sword. That was one of his favorite past times, his grandfather was an excellent swordsman though his father didn't agree at it first he allowed Damian to receive lessons from his grandfather. Lessons in which were quoted as 'self-defense,' being a Wayne and the heir to his father's company could one day misfortunes in which someone could try taking his life for money. His own father had to deal with similar hardships in the past and made sure his children received training in protecting themselves. Bruce had just hoped Damian had been taught by someone else, other than Ra's Al Ghul.

Damian stretched out as much as he could in the limousine, while Alfred drove them back to the manor. He looked out the window, in four months he was going to graduate from Gotham Academy, then go off to Gotham University. Time seemed to pass more quickly now, before he even realizes it, he will be named CEO of Wayne Industries. His life goal's, for the past few months he been debating if he could maybe have more than just inheriting his father's company. Damian may never say it out load or even speak to his family about it, but Damian dreamed of having a family of his own. A wife and children, he would give his life for. Damian closed his eyes for a moment and just imagined what his future could be, and then she appeared. Raven.

The young Wayne unlocked his phone and opened up his photo gallery. He scrolled down to find the picture he had taken that one winter night. Raven had dared him to take a picture of their drinks together. It was silly thing but for her, Damian would do anything. Raven had been standing so close trying to make sure he got a perfect shot, at some pint Damian wanted to tell her she could lean onto his shoulder for comfort. But that idea quickly died.

Damian sighed, making Alfred look at him from the rearview mirror. "Everything alright, Master Damian?"

"Just lost in thought, nothing to concern yourself with Pennyworth."

"Alright then. By any chance are you going to work on any school assignments when we arrive?"

"I finished every assignment already, I wanted to keep my weekend free so I can focus on other matters."

"So, I assume you will be free?" Alfred shot Damian a quick glance over the rearview mirror again and the young Wayne only nodded at him. "I was wondering if you would help me with a small favor Miss Cass had left me with before she had left to buy some items for tonight."

Damian didn't want to do some chore Cass should had taken care herself instead handing it off to Alfred. "Sure, what would you like me to help in?"

"If you could help me entertain Miss Raven, till your sisters arrived?"

What?

Raven was at the manor? Well that changes things. Damian did everything he could so he wouldn't start grinning. Now that, would cause Alfred to question why the mention of his sisters' friend would please him so much.

When they arrived at the manor, Damian literally sprinted the steps towards the main doors. He speed-walked towards his room and threwhis bagpack not caring wherever it landed. Not wanting to waste any time, he didn't bother changing out of his school uniform and ran to the one place he would always find Raven cooped up. The manor's library. As he neared, he started slowing his pace as thousand thoughts bashed one another in his mind, what could they converse? Could they read a book together, could they talk about how their week had gone by, or-

Damian stopped when he heard that little battle tune, he knew too well thanks to Jon. He peeked his head from the doorway and found Raven cross-legged on a couch, looking down at her phone as she cursed under her breath. The game she was playing announced her hero had been slain, she let out an annoyed grunt and moved to place a lock of her hair behind her ear.