Damian Wayne x Reader

Chapter 28

You were at (B/F/N)'s house with some of your friends, eating junk food, gossiping and applying sheet masks to your faces. And then the dreaded question came up, you were expecting it sooner or later and (B/F/N) had actually already asked you it two weeks ago but you managed to change the subject, however now you had 5 people surrounding you, eager to find out the answer.

"So, (Y/N), what's up with you and Damian? You haven't spoken to each other in weeks- actually, he hasn't spoken a word to anyone in weeks." (F/N) (friend's name) was the one that asked you.

You sighed, "It's nothing, really, we just both decided that we needed some distance. In a way, it's great, because I get to spend more time with you guys!" You were trying your absolute hardest to hold back the tears, you hated how you couldn't even think about this one boy without being on the verge of tears, it made you feel so weak.

Your friends pulled you into a massive group hug and you just smiled the tears away, but (B/F/N) saw straight through you and from where s/he was positioned in the hug, s/he mouthed the words "You ok?" You smiled and nodded your head back at them, but s/he didn't look convinced.

After a few hours of having some really interesting and heartfelt conversations between your friends you decided it was time for you to go home, all you could think about was kicking the crap out of something or someone for that matter.

"Wait up (Y/N), one quick group selfie before you go, please?" (F/N) begged.

You giggled, "Sure." You pulled out your phone and everyone was in their poses with various facial expressions, some serious pouts and some goofy faces and just as you pressed the capture button, your phone notified you that you were out of storage space.

"Fucking hell, piece of shit!" You shouted at the device, repeatedly pressing random buttons on the screen.

"The phone can't hear you (Y/N)!" (B/F/N) laughed at you. And s/he pulled their phone and took the picture.

"That's such a cute picture, send it to me in about half an hour I've got to sort out my fucking storage."

"Course, bye have a good evening!" S/he replied and all your other friends waved back as you left the house.

You arrived back at your house 15 minutes later and got out your phone to sort out its issues. You were sorting through your camera roll when you came across the pictures you took when you went to Hawaii. The tears were rushing back to your eyes and you didn't even bother to stop them, you were alone now so it didn't matter. You were mentally screaming at yourself to stop flicking through the pictures, you were torturing yourself but you couldn't stop. So far you had only seen the photos of the beach and a few selfies but the worst one of all had just appeared on the screen, inches away from your red, steaming face. The tears were uncontrollable at this point, the memory of this moment flooding into your head.

It was the picture your mum took of you and Damian as he picked you up to leave for Hawaii. He had his arms wrapped around your waist, he was wearing his black hoodie with two yellow stripes down the sleeve, a plain white t-shirt, some blue jeans and a pair of white vans.

"Damn Damian, back at it again with the white vans," you mentally laughed at your own joke but it didn't make you feel any better. He had his lips pressed against your forehead, you missed that feeling so much, the feeling of his arms holding you tight, his soft, warm lips against your skin, it would always give you butterflies in your stomach. You missed how you would be the only one he opened up to and your late night conversations under the stars. He had no one to talk to now, you knew he wouldn't speak to any of his brothers or even his father, he feels like he's proving a point, that he's not just a 17-year-old boy, but the only point he's proving is that he does need someone and honestly, you didn't feel whole without him in your life.

You knew you shouldn't but you carried on flicking through the photos, it was getting worse, you came across the photo of you kissing in the snow and the selfie the whole Bat-family took of you asleep in his arms. There were also hundreds of other selfies you had taken with him, you laughed at the fact that in every single one he just has a blank expression because he found taking pictures of himself 'pointless' and 'time-consuming'.

You quickly put the phone down and wiped the tears from your face and walked towards your wardrobe to get changed into your Swift uniform, you really needed to blow off some steam. It had been a month since you first started your crusade as a hero and you had really got the hang of it by now. You hadn't yet faced any big threats, only low-life criminals who believe they can 'mess you up' but they fail, terribly and it backfires to them needing a wheelchair for the next few months.

You left through your window and starting jumping from rooftop to rooftop, unfortunately, you still didn't have a grappling gun but you managed. One gadget you did have which you found extremely useful was a police radio, you had stolen it off a dirty cop a few weeks back when you found them making a deal with Penguin and no one seemed to notice the missing radio, so you could now hear all the latest police news.

You were planning on going to stop some thugs from robbing a local store; when the bat-signal lit up in the dark sky above you. A plan was quickly implanted straight in your head and you made your way towards the rooftop of the GCPD building.