Clothed in our grief

Chapter nineteen

"Damian? What're you doing here?" You asked him, leaning back against the red booth-like chair and pressing your head to the cushiony base of it. In all honesty? You never thought you'd see Damian in the Bookstore unless he was dragged here, really. So the smirk that plays on your lips while you cross your arms is something that's coming a bit natural.

You watched Damian shift uncomfortably in the booth in front of you, his eyes made mixtures of emotions between confusion and annoyance. Despite the look he had on his face not even a moment ago, you were pretty confused why he showed up. Jaime seemed pretty awkward about all this too, seeing as he's only spoken with Damian once or twice. He had his hands shoved into his pockets, and his posture wasn't forced straight as if he was seeming to look like he didn't want to be here.

Eventually narrowing his eyes on you, clicking his tongue before sending a short glare over to Jaime as if saying that it's a personal matter that should be discussed in private.

The light above head has somewhat of an orange tinge to it, seeing as it's an old time-y chandelier that's been in the bookstore since as long as your grandfather first opened it. But because of the fire hazard, of lots of books, obviously, they aren't candles and are instead just lights that have somewhat of a warmer color tone to them to give off the more candle like impression. It was an uncomfortable atmosphere, but Damian was making it slightly so. And not because he was practically radiating all of his exterior emotions like they were warnings. But because he had come in the middle of a very interesting conversation you and Jaime were having.

Jaime was letting himself out of the Scholarship, but he was going to be getting a different one to another place. Apparently, something came up and he said it was a bunch of personal stuff. But now he's going to a place through Kord Enterprises, but he's going to be staying in Gotham for maybe a couple more months.

Kord enterprises, isn't that like Wayne Enterprises but even more science-y? Several more lab developments, working with S.T.A.R labs even more so than Wayne Enterprises does? Wait, does Bruce Wayne also own Kord Enterprises too? Lots of rich people with lots of high tech stuff, basically. Lots of science and secrets, too. Emphasis on the secrets, like honestly. It's like living in a town where someone's committed a murder and absolutely everybody is covering up for it.

"Jaime doesn't have to leave, we were actually talking about school stuff." You stated calmly, closing your eyes and shrugging your shoulders while letting the smirk falter off of your features while your lips went loosely into a thin line. Tilting your head to the side a little bit, before opening your eyes. Letting your hands rest back on the light brown wood table, glancing over to Jaime to see him looking kind of agitated with Damian. Literally every ounce of contact he's had with him has ended kind of sour, leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

"Alright, then I guess I can return a missing item from you in the meantime and expect you not to jump down my throat with pointless accusations, then."
"What're you talking about?" You were quick to reply to the Wayne, narrowing your eyes and raising an eyebrow at him. The scent of coffee filling your nose as it wafted through the air. Julian must have switched out the pot, it's been a whlie and business has been just a little slow today.

"I thought I've seen this before, but since it seems you're feeling in such a defensive mood today-"
"Damian."

He's still not gonna get use to you cutting him off, is he? Because every time you do it, he grits his teeth a little harder each time. This time he's even clenching his fists a little bit, not to a point where his knuckles are turning white. But it's still a significant difference.
His knuckles only relax a bit when he raises his hand to brush locks of his hair out of his face, allowing you to make better eye contact with him to get full on attention out of him. As if Jaime isn't even sitting there, at least that's what Damian would hope. But whenever he notices you glancing between himself and the boy sitting next to him? Yeah, it annoys Damian that he's the one talking to you, but you're not really focusing on him. Especially what he has, though he doesn't know how important to you it is. It's obviously real, it's not plastic or the gem isn't made out of glass. It could easily be couple hundred thousand, that's just basing off of appearance. Not by how old it seems, or what it actually is.