The Tomboy (Damian Wayne/Robin x Reader)

Flash Back

You looked in the overhead passenger mirror another time, to make sure everything looked well on you. You had put on a pretty nice dress, nothing too flashy but gorgeous. Your nerves wer bothering you a little bit more.

Damian looked over at you. "You look perfect, beloved. You don't need to keep checking the mirror." He said as he drove. He turned his attention back to the road and reached over to hold your hand. He gave a gently squeeze against your hand.

You sighed softly. "Thank you. But that doesn't always keep me from second guessing it."

Damian nodded. "True. You are fairly stubborn." He said.

You smirked. "Easy there handsome. Calling the kettle black." You teased back.

Damian scoffed lightly but smirked a tad. He knew you were right, of course, but he was totally fine with that. Or fine with it at the moment.

"I'm also curious what Peyton is planning on doing." You said.

"Jon made sure she isn't going to do anything too crazy." Damian reassured. "You know their promises are very tight and they never break them, unless if it is a life or death situation. Just like ours."

You nodded. "Very true." You leaned your head back a little bit on the head rest.

Damian soon pulled into the parking lot of an exclusive venue that was holding the high school reunion. A valet was waiting to take the car and opened the door for you. Yous stepped out and Damian got out. He handed the valet the keys to the vehicle and held his arm out, which you linked your arm with his.

As you entered the venue it had a lot of gold, black, green, and white balloons. Those were the colors of the private high school you attended with Damian.

Small circular tables had black tablecloths covering them, along with a small bouquet of roses. Each table has assigned seats with little cards labeling who sat with who. Which was kind of ridiculous at times.

Damian took a flute of champagne and handed it to you, then took one for himself. Then he looked at a greeting table that showed stickers with names on them. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Fucking ridiculous." He mumbled.

"Please take yours and put it on. Find your seats and then we can get started." A host said to you.

Damian's expression was annoyed as he picked up the name tags and handed yours to you. He gave a disgusted look as he applied the name tag sticker. While you sighed and were just tired of this place already.

You both examined the tables as you wandered to find your table. Once you found your name, you were stunned to see Damian's name in a whole different table. "Are you kidding me?" You grumbled.

Just then the lights dimmed a bit and the lights on the front stage lit up. A woman approached the microphone and said that Lillian set up the whole ordeal. Fucking of course her. One of the bullies who was rich and just so rude for no good ass reason. The crowd applaused, but not much emotion was linked to it.

You weren't too worried about her. You were just pissed about the sitting arrangement. "Do you see this?" You asked Damian, quite a bit of angry. Damian nodded and growled under his breath.

When Lillian was called to the stage, she didn't approach. Odd. She loved the spotlight. The woman announced her name once more, but someone else walked out.

A blonde haired girl, with electric blue eyes. Her hair was straightened and she wore dark eyeliner with some dark ripped jeans, a bright red tank top that hugged her, and a leather jacket. She had some dark high heeled boots on and she wore a serious face. It was Peyton. She stood at the microphone. "Take a seat for me hon." She said to the announcer. Which the announcer hesitated but got off the stage.