Damian Wayne x Reader

Chapter 9

You woke up to find the space next to you where Damian once was, was now empty. As you sat up you found a note in his place, you smiled remembering the last time you were in a similar situation. You read the note:

Dearest (Y/N),
I sincerely apologise for my absence, however, something has come up and I may be gone a while.
All my love,
Damian Wayne xxx

Your initial reaction is to phone him so you picked up your phone to dial his number. As the screen brightened you saw the time was already 2 o'clock.
'Shit, have I really slept through most the day?!' You thought to yourself, you had never slept this late and you still felt tired and a little dizzy. You had stayed up later than this before and it puzzled you why you felt so unwell.

You dialled Damian's number and the phone started ringing. When it stopped ringing, the only voice you heard was the robotic sound if the answering machine telling how to leave a voicemail.

You tried again a few minutes later but there was still no answer. This was strange, Damian would always answer the phone within seconds, you decided to text him to make sure everything was alright.

When you walked down the stairs you noticed that Damian's coat and shoes were still where he had left it them the previous evening by the front door.

You didn't think much of it and figured he just wanted some space so you decided to leave it until you would see him again on Monday.

You made yourself a sandwich to eat and went back to sleep.

-------------Monday Morning-------------

You sat down at your desk in the homeroom and scanned across the room to find Damian. You couldn't find his handsome face, you were really anxious as he was always the first to get to school. You checked your phone again to see if there was anything from him. There was nothing, the last time you had any sort of communication from him was the note that was left on Saturday afternoon.

(B/F/N) was sitting at the desk next to you.

"Have you seen Damian today?" You asked him/her.

"No, why?"

"Just wondering," you mumbled.

"You alright, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah, of course," you smiled back and put your phone away as the teacher walked in.

You decided you would stop by the manor on the way back from school this afternoon to check that everything was fine. If Damian was going through anything or pushing you away for a reason you didn't want him to go through it alone.

It was the end of the school day and you were at your locker packing your books. At this time you would normally have Damian leaning on the locker next to you either bragging about how much more clever he is than the other students in his class or begging you to come to the manor to do your homework (and other things) with him. You smiled at the thought was actually starting to miss his arrogance and cockiness. 

Half an hour later you arrived at the door of Wayne Manor and rang the doorbell. A few minutes later Alfred opened the door and gave you a shocked look.

"H-How may I help you Miss (Y/N)?" He asked.

"I was wondering if Damian was in, I haven't heard from him in days and he wasn't in school today. He was very vague about what happened and I just want to know if he's alright?"

"Ah, Master Damian has gone away to a business event with his father and brothers, it is a tradition for the whole family to go and it was all very last minute. The young master must have left his telephone here at the manor," the butler explained.

"That explains a lot, do you know when he might be back?"

"Should be in a week or so."

"Thank you, Alfred, sorry to bother you."

"Of course Miss (Y/N), no apologies are needed."

You felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders as you exited the premises to get home.

-------------Two Weeks Later-------------

It was late at night and you were walking on your way back from
(B/F/N)'s house. The rain felt like is cold needles piercing your skin through your jumper.

Suddenly you felt an arm wrap around your waist and another with a hand on your mouth to silence your screams. You still tried anyway but no one would have been able to hear it, even if they did it was every man for himself in Gotham, no one would have helped you.

"Quiet pretty," you heard a voice hiss at you. Their breath intoxicated you with the smell of alcohol, making you gag.

You felt the arms pull you into a nearby alley and pin you to the wall.

"I'm gonna take my hand away now and if you dare make a noise your mama won't recognise you when I'm done. You hear me bitch?"

You desperately nodded your head but the man still didn't take his hand away. He unzipped your jumper and placed his hand under your top and it slowly crawled it's way up to your bra. He slowly took his hand away.

The second you had the chance you screamed,

"HELP!!!" It was no use, the man smacked your face.

"I warned you."

You felt more angry than scared and you gathered all your strength and punched him in the face as hard as you could. The man's head flew upwards and he stumbled back and when he looked back in your direction, you saw blood streaming from his nose.

You tried to run but you were pinned back to the cold, wet wall again.

"You're not going anywhere."

You closed your eyes waiting for more abuse but nothing came, all you heard was a loud scream in pain, and to your surprise, it wasn't you screaming in pain but the man. 

When you opened your eyes you saw the man curled up on the floor in pain. You looked up and saw standing right in front of you was a boy almost a foot taller than you with dark hair the same colour as the night sky. His eyes were covered with a green domino mask and he was wearing a black and yellow cape with a hood hanging over his head. It was Robin, the boy wonder, the sidekick to the legendary Batman, and he was standing right in front of you.

"Are you alright?" The boy was concerned, you recognised his voice instantly, but you needed to be sure.

"Other than almost being raped by a drunk addict, being slapped in the face and actually being really cold by the way, yeah I'm all good."

"Stay safe."

And with Robin was gone. However his voice wasn't, it was playing in your mind over and over again, it seemed so familiar.

Suddenly it hit you. Robin, the crime-fighting vigilante, was Damian Wayne.