Damian Wayne x Reader

Chapter 26

It was now Friday and there were five more minutes left until the last lesson of the day ended. The week had passed quicker than expected and much less painfully as well. It was mainly due to the fact that Damian was only in school today out of all the days this week so that only left you one day of feeling quite awkward around him. There was a purple bruise on his cheek and you knew that it was from whatever battle he was trying to fight. God knows how many more scars he had, he tells everyone that they're 'sporting injuries' but you, Colin Wilkes and Tim Drake were the only other people in the school who knew otherwise.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't realise that you had been staring at him and the thing that interrupted your trail of thoughts was the bell. You quickly exited the classroom to make your way to the gym for more training. Your session lasted four hours this time and by the end of it, you could barely walk. You had been taught lots of various new moves for both defending yourself and attacking others, you learnt that you could now knock out a person fairly easily and you could overpower a fully grown man twice the size of you in a fight.

It was 8 pm by the time you had left the gym and the sky was a dark black, covered with a sheet of heavy looking clouds. It was chucking it down with icy cold rain and all you were wearing was a pair of skin-tight gym leggings, a t-shirt and a (F/C) hoodie, which was failing to keep you warm. You hurriedly made your way back home, the walk wasn't too long, however, you didn't feel like dying of hyperthermia any time soon. That thought instantly reminded you of the time you came out of the cinema with Damian after watching Ride Along 2 and him pulling you close and feeling the warmth of his body against yours as he told you that he wouldn't let you die of hyperthermia. The things you would do just to feel that warmth right now.

You decided to take the shortcut, even though it was down a dark alley but it would cut 15 minutes off your total walking time. You were anxious as you entered into the darkness, no one would hear you scream from here and even if they did the citizens of Gotham weren't the type of people to risk their own life for a stranger's, it was every man for himself in this city (apart from the famous vigilantes of course.)  Your worries started to fade away as you walked deeper into the dark, you had been walking for a few minutes now and the only sound to be heard was the sound of your own footsteps and distant sirens in the background, you figured that you were safe in this alley.

After walking a few more metres you quickly regretted taking this route. You heard heavy footsteps from behind you, edging closer and closer. You quickly turned around but the stranger grabbed you by the waist and held a knife to your throat.

"You're coming with me pretty," his voice hissed in your ear. But instead of getting scared by this sound, you got an unexpected adrenaline kick. You remembered all your training with Ted and you planned through the moves in your head.

As the man started to drag you towards whatever corner he came from, you quickly grabbed his neck and pulled it down towards your knee and you brought your knee up which led to a forceful contact his face. This move was perfectly executed. After you kneed him in the face he was left with a broken nose with blood pouring from his nostrils. Angrily he swiped the knife towards you but you easily dodged the blade. You grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back.

"You messed with the wrong girl motherfucker," and with that, you broke his wrist. 

He was scum anyway, his cries of pain only satisfied you. You carried on walking down the alley leaving the criminal to suffer, the way you broke his wrist wouldn't kill him if he didn't get any medical attention, it would just be very painful.

You exited the alley with a smirk on your face and feeling like a total badass and you were now only a few minutes away from getting home.

'This vigilante shit isn't that hard,' you thought to yourself.

And then the idea hit you.