[ON HOLD] Two Sides of the Same Coin (Damian Wayne x reader)

Chapter 5

 Damian's pov

I walked through Gotham university ground. The sky was dark grey. Rain was going to pour in a few hours. I walked pass the gates and saw Alfred waiting for me in front of a black car. He opened the door at the back for me. I went inside and leaned against the black leather seat. I observed him closing the door then walking around the car to get to the driver seat.

He started the car and drove away from the university to Wayne's manor.

"Did you have a pleasant day Master Damian?" he asked, his eyes on the road.

"Uneventful" I said while looking the streets running in front of me.

An uneasy feeling had been bugging me since classes started today. I felt watched. But while I tried to look around me without being notice, I couldn't find anyone.

I knew that I could trust my gut's feelings. They never had been wrong before. But I didn't know if someone was really watching me at the university or if it was a general feeling about the League being in Gotham. I was on edge since the explosion of the barge. The dark silhouette haunting the corner of my eyes.

It wasn't the night yet and I found myself sitting on one of the chairs in the Batcave, bare feet crossed under the table. Everyone was here again. Batman wanted a new meeting.

Alfred was serving us some tea. I guessed it help easing our nerves. Bruce was reading some papers and Kate was texting on her phone, a – stupid – smile on her face. I was playing with the sharp edges of the piece of my grandfather's armour. We were waiting for Grayson.

I looked up when I heard Kate sighing. Our gazes crossed and I rose an eyebrow seeing her so impatient. She was supposed to be the more collected of us, apart from Bruce. Now that I was a bit more focus of my surrounding, I realized that she wasn't wearing her Batwoman costume or her usual outfits. She was wearing a black shirt and black dress pants. Did she dress up?

"What's the matter Kate?" I asked.

She glanced at her phone that had lit up because of a new notification.

"I'm going to murder Dick if he is any more late." she said.

"What did he do to you this time?"

"He is late. I want this meeting over as soon as possible. Tonight is supposed to be my night off." she complained.

She looked back to her phone, read a text she received and texted back with still this stupid smile.

"I see." I answered teasingly. "I guess that you have something plan."

She nodded.

"And I guess that it's with someone special, according to the weird smily face you make each time you look at your phone." I continued.

"Haha you're so funny Dami." she said with a straight face. She looked up from her phone and stared at me. "And if you want to know that much, yes indeed, I'm going out with someone tonight."

"Oh, that is nice to hear." Alfred said while handing her a plate with some cookies. "I baked some cookies, but maybe you'd prefer to have only some tea to not cut your appetite for tonight?"

They started talking and I stopped listening. My mind went back to the piece of armour in my hand. I pressed the tip of my thumb on the sharp edge, feeling the stingy pressure but not enough to break the skin. My past was once again coming back to get me. The League back in Gotham was nothing but bad news. I felt uneasy thinking that maybe my mother was here, only a few kilometres away from me. The last time we saw each other, I was fifteen. She wanted me back to her side. As a weapon. As the next heir of the legacy she was building on blood and destruction. If she would have come back years before I might have come back to her, to the League. But I had learnt too much with my father. I had learnt the beauty of life. I had learnt to forgive and the difference between good and bad. So I refused to follow her. She tried to brainwash me. She told me about the enemies who killed my grandfather and the people I cared for. She wanted me to feel rage and followed her to get revenge. But it had been already too long; I had grieved. I was over it. Over my rage. If those enemies of the past had killed the people I cared the most, as she said, there was nothing left in the League to bring me back.